Imagines/oneshots Book 1

27. Peter Pan - hook line and sinker (part 1)

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Song: all my friends by palaye Royale
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I guess you could say he rescued me. I wasn't happy back home, anyone could see it, so he brought me to Neverland with him. it wasn't all that bad at first, the Lost boys weren't necessarily stoked but they didn't hate me. I had been living in Neverland for a few months but it was hard to tell since time had no real meaning there. At first everything was fine and dandy but the longer I stayed the more I could see how bad Peter really was. He seemed almost corrupt and I could only imagine this was as bad as the dark one back home, which I had only heard tales of.

Peter reigned supreme and if you weren't with him you weren't with anyone. He could make or break you but I was the only person who seemed to have a problem with that. I lived that back home. even after trying to have a relationship, a friendship, with this boy he still vexed me. He even at one point said that he was starting to care for me but I was too scared to say anything other than I kind of cared for him as well (even though I wasnt really lying, I kind of was falling for the king of Neverland despite his high asshole status).

When he spoke, he spoke with authority, not like any of the Lost boys cared, but he was king and felt a need to speak in such regards. At first it was sort of hot, seeing how authoritative he could be, but then it got annoying. Every night seemed like a riot but there was no cause to fight other than time and reality itself. After a while of thinking it finally hit me. Peter did this because he was fighting something, it had to be. It was the only reason I could think of, maybe he was fighting with himself. It's not like there was anything else on the island that would dare speak out of turn towards him.

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One day I was walking along one of the cliffs when a few boys ran past me screaming of approaching pirates. It was a new concept for this place, whereas back home it was Normal to have them port and stay near the bars for days at a time. It was customary to be told to stay out of town by parents and neighbors. They of course didn't want any of the children to get hurt but here there where no adults to care. The boys were beyond ecstatic and at every chance they got they were pretending to be the visiting pirates swinging their sticks around like swords and pointing​ finger guns at each other making firing noises with their mouths. there was talk for three days about pirates before I actually began to see them. Most of them wore dark ragged clothes, the kinds you would see the street people wearing back home. They were clad in vests, pants belted with guns and swords, and long chain necklaces that led to nothing but a few rings dangling at the bend. There was one that stood out though.

He seemed cleaner than the rest of them despite his scruffy facial hair and what appeared to be a hook in the place of his left hand. He wore tight leather clothes and walked with purpose. He reminded me of the men in the king's Navy who held their heads high in regard for their service to the royals. He was almost out of place which meant he was probably the captain. I studied him as much as I could from various hiding places, ones up high like the cliff and my few favorite trees. I wanted to know everything I could about them especially since Peter had a reputation for not letting people leave. Not like most of the visitors here wanted to anyways. I wanted to learn as much as possible given the high chance they would be staying a while. Peter had caught me spying a few times. There wasn't much he didnt know about that happened on the island. He liked to keep a close eye on me as well, being the only girl and all. He broke up to many fights in regard to me being there which made him stick by my side for a while after nearly everytime. He never said it but you could tell he had some sort of soft spot hidden deep behind all the anguish.

Although I didn't care that he knew what I was up to, he would always appear next to me at the most inopportune times. I lost count of how many times I had almost fallen out of a tree because of him, at least after about the fifteenth time. He always laughed to himself before regaining his stern look and sideways smirk. Now, since the pirates arrived, he seemed to pop up more often. He was the only one who had actually talked to any of the pirates and told me that they were bad people and I should stop trying to figure them out. I told him he couldn't tell me what to do and jumped out of the tree.

I found myself climbing one day to get a better look at the island and clear my head. When I got close to the top of the tree, the branch I was standing on snapped and I started barreling towards the ground getting scratched and bruised on my way down. When I hit the ground with a loud thud I looked up to see no one other than the man I assumed to be the captain. He had a concerning look on his face and asked me if I was okay.

"You know love if your going to spy you might want to do it a little more stealthily."

I looked up at him from my place on the ground before catching a glimpse of Peter lurking in the trees behind him. I stood abruptly and brushed myself off.

"I wasn't spying. You just happened to be under the tree I was sitting in."

He stepped forward and plucked a leaf out of my hair. He smelled of cheap cologne and rum.

"Aye lass, I guess that's my bad."

Peter stepped forward out of the brush.

"Y/N what did I say."

I glared at him.

"If you let them leave it won't be a problem."

He glared at me, and the captain just looked at us both confused. Peter looked at him before disappearing.

"Does he do that often?"

"Yes and it's a pain."

"I don't mean to jump to conclusions but you don't seem the happiest, with him at least."

"I'm really not....."

"Oh right, I may be a pirate but I do still have manners, Captain Killian Jones."

He reached his real hand out for me to shake.

"Most people call me hook."