Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Under Attack- Part 2 (x Reader)

I watched as Neverland burned. It had started in the camp, where we were overpowered. Then the forest caught fire, and the rest quickly went up in flames.

I was in Peter's arms, flying through the air. Most of the lost boys are dead, and for those that are alive, Peter has been flying to the ground and carrying them up to a wooden platform he made levitate above the island. Roughly twenty boys were here, some injured. The pirates were on their ship below us, demanding that Peter let them off the island now that they've destroyed everything. Their shouts echoed through the skies of Neverland. I held Peter tighter, and he clutched me a bit closer.

We landed on the platform, and he set me down, then dived off to fetch more boys. Felix ran to me and hugged me, nearly knocking me over. "We thought... we thought you were dead..." he choked out.

Smoke plagued my lungs and clouded my mind. "The smoke..." I whispered, then fell into Felix's arms, completely limp. Slowly, the world faded out of view. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the huge tree that Peter and I first kissed in topple down into the hungry flames. 

The sky was a dark color when I became conscious again. Clouds that looked ominous in the atmosphere barely drifted overhead. I could hear the churn of an angry sea. The birds of Neverland were silent. The wind whistled with the sound of death. The world seemed dimmer, and I felt like I was on the edge of dying. 

"Y/N! You're awake!" Felix exclaimed. He ran over to me and helped me sit up so that I could look around. 

We were still on the platform Peter had enchanted, but strewn about us were beds made from singed cloth that held injured lost boys. A pile of items that had been scorched sat in the far left corner. The few lost boys who were not injured were running around, frantically trying to help those that were. Smoke still billowed up from below. Ash and bits of burning leaves floated through the air and landed on the platform. The soot stained faces of the boys would glance at the burning leaves and swat them away. The air was stale and smelled terrible, like burning flesh. The crackle of wood came from somewhere nearby, but I couldn't pinpoint where, probably somewhere on Neverland. It was hot and sweat beaded in my under arms and on my forehead. I wiped my forehead but was met with a grimy texture. Some sort of black substance was on my hands, and now my face. 

"How do you feel?" Felix asked and handed me a cup that was missing half of it's handle. I downed the water inside in an instant. 

"Like I'm dying." My voice was raspy and hoarse. The sound of it surprised me, but Felix seemed like he was used to it. I'm sure that I'm not the only one who's voice is a bit off from the smoke. "Where's Peter?"

Felix looked up at the sky, avoiding eye contact. "He's flying between the island and here, collecting anything salvageable." His eyes moved to meet mine. "He's really torn up about this."

"I bet," I murmured, "he loved Neverland. It was his pride and joy. To think that all the species that were only on Neverland, all of the places he had memories, all the things that he found comfort in, his whole world, is just gone... that must be impossible."

"Not to mention that last time he was here, you were unconscious and almost dead. He doesn't know you're awake, so he still thinks he may lose you. His face when he saw you burned and unconscious on the floor... he looked like he was going to break. He really loves you, Y/N, if you had died... Well, let's not think about that. As soon as he gets back, you need to go see him so he knows you're okay." Felix looked down at the floor. 

"Yeah. Do you have any more water?" I asked. 

Felix silently passed me a glass that had part of the top broken off. I carefully avoided the broken glass and chugged it down. 

Movement to my right caught my eye. I turned and saw Peter with some blackened items in his arms. He set them down and looked up at me. A look of pure relief crossed his face as he flew over to me and fell to his knees next to me. Felix left to go tend to some other boys, giving me a reassuring nod before leaving. 

"You're alive! Thank god... If you had- I couldn't have handled if it you..." Peter finally lost it and started crying. Among utter chaos, he finally stopped covering up his emotions and let tears fall. The boys looked over and watched as his walls came crashing down, but Peter didn't seem like he could have cared less. They all lowered their eyes and some began to cry as well. Their fearless leader that could do anything was on the floor among his fallen life, crying. There was no hope. As for Peter, he was surrounded by everything he loved and cared about as it burned, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do, so he fell to his knees and sobbed. 

I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as he cried harder. I didn't tell him to calm down or that it was okay, because I knew he couldn't calm down and it's not okay. It's not okay because our memories were burning. The tree where we first kissed was just the beginning of it. Our secret lagoon where we would play was gone, the bed where we curled up and cuddled as we read was ash, our whole lives were gone. 

Peter finally was able to whisper, "What are we going to do, Y/N, what are we going to do?"