Henry Mills/Jared Gilmore Imagines

The Grand Bland Human Heist

~ Henry Mills Imagine~

The reader is kidnapped, but it isn't all they hope it to be.

Warnings: kidnapping

Rating: 5/10

This is a little informal imagine. I usually don't write like this, but I have writer's block and needed to get something out.
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"Check it out!" Henry says, holding up the shiny new card.
You reach up on your tiptoes and grab it from him. You giggle.
"Henry Mills. 5'6. 125 lbs. Aged 16 fine years," you say, reading off the card, "Hey, and a not too shabby photo, congrats."
"Now this boy can drive you all around wherever you want," he says, taking it back.
"You don't even have a car," you say.
"Not true. My mom's car," he says, walking away from the DMV.
"It's your mom's car. Hence your use of the phrase 'my mom's car'" you point out.
"She won't mind. Where do you want to go?"
"No where, we're not using your mom's car. She likes me, and I'm not changing that," you state, "Let's just head home,"
"Pshh, lame,"
"Henry,"
"Okay, fine,"
You smile and continue to walk down the road, him by your side. Turning 16 nearly two weeks ago, your best friend Henry Mills finally got his driver's license.
And he hasn't shut up about it.
You and Henry have been best friends since fourth grade, when Mary Margaret gave him him the book, and you were immediately intrigued. With the book, of course.
It was a particularly cloudy day, nearly raining, though the month of May was upon the town. The clouds seems to be subtly darkening the land blacking out the sun.
It was darker than usual.
It was nearly noon, but it felt like eight o clock at night.
And it kept fading, like someone was slowly turning off the sun light like it was a light switch.
But suddenly it gota dark.
Pitch black.
So black that you couldn't even see Henry; all you could see was the all light originating from the DMV.
"Henry?"
"Y/N?"
"What happened?"
"I don't know,"
You can't see Henry.
"Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Marco"
"Polo"
An arm is taps your waist.
"Henry?"
"Polo" he calls again. But his voice is distant.
"Henry, are you holding me?" you ask, as the arms hugs you from behind.
"No?" He says.
The your body is yanked into the sky. Somebody has grabbed you and lifted you from the ground. You let a scream.
"Y/N!" You hear.
"Let me go!" You scream before you're lifted above the clouds, where the darkness ceases. You look down at your waist to see who is holding you, but there are no arms there.
You look back, but you don't see anybody. Then you're flown to the forest, engulfed in complete darkness again, but a small part is lit by a small forest fire.
Though you scream as the invisible force flies you through the air, you don't jerk around. What's the point o struggling to get free, when if you get out of his grasp, you'd fall and die?
As soon as the force lays you on the ground; now that's when you start scrambling; scrambling to get away.
You scream again as it yanks your hair.
Suddenly, you hear, in a deep voice:
"Henry!"
The phrase's volume was so incredibly loud that a ringing in your ears is prominent, and becomes more prominent with every word it speaks.
"Henry! Come to the toll bridge! I have Y/N. Bring your pen," it says.
You scream as your ears ring, and as tears are released from your eyes, you see a shadow in the firelight. You sit up.
It's a shadow.
A shadow.
A shadow.
Peter Pan.
But you thought Emma eliminated his shadow back in Neverland.
A shadow is controlling you.
Your head whips back as you look for any sign of Pan. But he's not there.
It's just his shadow.
In a lower voice, the shadow whispers, "I need to free my master," he said as he ties you to a tree with thick, itchy rope wrapped around your waist.
The shadow waits patiently by the fire (keeping his distance, of course); he seems almost like a kid waiting for his mom to come pick him up from school.
You click your tongue, and lean back into the tree.
Well, this is boring.
Only for minutes into your kidnapping and he hasn't even threatened you yet.
This isn't nearly as exiting as you hoped it'd be.
"Hey, Shadow?" You prompt.
There's no response.
You lean against the tree, your hair getting tangled in the loose bark on the tree. With your arms glued down, it's impossible to find a comfortable position.
You click your tongue again.
"You're Pan's Shadow?"
"Are you trying to talk to me?" He asks, his voice gentile, almost resembling Pan's. But there's something different about his voice. It's almost like it's been through some sort of computer filter.
"Yeah," you say, dragging out your vowels.
"I'm not going to let you free," he says, "I'm just waiting for your boyfriend to show up,"
You shake your head, "He's not my boyfriend,"
Even if you wish he was
You start to speak up when he doesn't offer a response. "While we're waiting and you seem to have no plan until Henry gets here, how about we play a game?"
"A game?" He asks.
"Yeah," you say, "Like two truths and a lie,"
"What's that?"
"It's a camp game. Haven't you ever been to camp?"
"Pan's camp of lost boys,"
"Oh," you say, mentally smacking yourself,
"Well, two truths and a lie is where you say two true statements about yourself, then one lie,"
He seems intrigued.
"The other person has to guess which statement is the lie," you says, "I'll go first. One, I've had metal cling to my teeth for a month; two, I can drive a car; three, I love cookies."
You look over at him, "Which one was the lie? One, two, or three?"
"Um.....one. Metal in the mouth is illogical," he says.
"Nope. It's two,"
"You've had to carry metal in your mouth for a month?"
"Yup. They're called braces and they suck," you say, "Your turn,"
"Um.....one, I used to be mute; two, I'm black; three, I hate Peter Pan,"
You sigh, "You can't make it super obvious, the lie is three,"
".....,Actually no,"
You freeze.
"Wait, you hate Pan?"
"I mean.....He's not very nice to me. I know he's not supposed to be nice, but he makes me do a lot of work. Other shadows just hang onto their humans; he cut me off,"
"I'm sorry. Which one was the lie?"
"The first one,"
"Really?"
"I was never mute, but Pan put a spell on me so that I wouldn't be able to talk. It came off when he died,"
"I'm sorry," you say, leaning your head back on the tree, "I used to be like that,"
"What do you mean?"
"When I was a kid, I was bullied by some of the younger kids, because of the way I dressed,"
"How did you dress?"
"Like a princess,"
"Oh,"
"It's probably nothing compares to what you've been through,"
The shadow is silent.
At least it's a comfortable silence.
"I'll go again," you say, clearing your throat.
The shadow's head tilts up.
Pondering what to tell the shadow, you realize this information will never find it's way to anyone.
It's like talking to someone on a plane.
"Okay. One; I got into a car crash when I was five years old; two, I accidentally put salt in my birthday cake instead of sugar; three, I'm.....kinda in love with my best friend," you say.
"The first one,"
"Yeah. You're right,"
"I'm sorry about your birthday cake," it says.
Suddenly, there's a rustle in the trees.
The shadow sighs.
"Now I have to fight the best friend you're hopelessly in love with,"
You continue to stare at it, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you fighting for Pan if you don't like him?"
"Because he's my human. I have to,"
"And if you don't?"
"He'll kill me,"
"He can't kill you if he's still in hell, am I right?"
"I....I guess I never thought of it that way," it says.
"Well, then. Go. Enjoy life," you say, urging him away.
The shadow jumps from one side of the fire to the other, coming towards you. His movements are slow, his limbs seeming to be lethargic. The shadow touches the rope that has you hugging the tree.
The rope is cut, and it falls around your feet.
"Come with me,"
"What? Where?"
"To Neverland,"
"That's not a good idea," you say, "Like. At all,"
"Come with me," he says, more sternly.
"I'm just gonna.....ya know. Go....."
"No!" The shadow yells.
He grabs your waist.
"Y/N!" You hear.
"Henry?" You call out.
You twist you body as the shadow gently placed you on the ground, your cheek to the floor.
"Let her go" Henry commands.
Now this is awesome.
You push yourself up so that your standing, but the shadow pushes you back into the tree.
Great.
"No. She's coming with me," Henry says, "You'll have to get through me first,"
Henry pulls out his pen as the shadow charges toward him.
Oh he's done for.
Henry pulls out a napkin and scribbles onto it, frantically writing.
Then the shadow disappears.
"Y/N," he says. He drops the napkin, and stuffs the pen in his pocket, running towards you.
He unties the knot holding the rope up. Since the knot is tied right on my body.
He stares at the knot as he unties me.
"So...Y/N....did you really mean what you said?"
Your eyes flick up to his.
Oh shoot.
Was he listening?
"When?"
"When you said you were kinda in love with me?"
You freeze.
"I mean... yeah. But we can just pretend it never happened, if you want," you say. With the knot untied, he tugs on the thick ropes and they unravel one by one.
"But....I don't want to forget it ever happened. I like you, too"
Oh god.
The rope falls to your feet.
"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
You stare at him.
With his eyebrows drawn together, and his hair pushed in just the right place, it'd be hard to say anything along the lines of no.
As if you were ever gonna say no.
"Doesn't every knight need his princess?" You ask, placing your arms around his neck.
always be you"
He then presses his lips to your softly, then says, "As long as the princess will be you"