Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #14- Welcome Home (Peter Pan)

I walk briskly down the street, carrying my brown bags of groceries. It was a nice escape from home, since my parents were always yelling at each other, sometimes yelling at me in the process. They had sent me out to get the groceries, and if I weren’t back in about five minutes, it would probably end up with my dad slapping me. And my mom never stopped him.

I had about two more blocks to go, and I was taking every possible shortcut I knew. I made a sharp right turn into an unlit alleyway between a barbershop and boutique. My tattered blue Vans lightly adhered to the murky ground, filled with puddles from the other night’s rain.

I hear some far off movement, and I immediately freeze. Living in a large city had its advantages, but safety wasn’t one of them. And with my constant beating at home, I was always alert, and I knew how to fight back if need be.

A dark silhouette approached, and as it inched closer it looked like a man. Holding a gun.

“Put our groceries down.” He yells at me, revealing a grimy face.

I obey immediately and move my hands up over my head. As long as I would make it out of here alive, I’ll do anything.

“Now, give me your purse and you can leave with no harm.”

I nod slowly, taking off my bag, which was wrapped securely around my shoulder. I throw it to the ground and put my hands in their prior position. He takes it quickly, and with a devilish grin, pulls the trigger to the gun.

A quick burst of light escapes the barrel of the firearm and a couple car alarms go off in the distance. The shot booms in my ears, and it wasn’t until a couple seconds later that I dared to look down at my leg, a gaping, bloody hole shot straight through.      

I fall to the ground, unable to scream for help, too scared to even let a small shriek escape my lips. The burglar turns around to make a run for it but yet another man stands in his way.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He says. I must have been dreaming at this point because the man seems to shove his hand into the criminal’s chest. But the pain in my leg would beg to differ.

The robber lets out a choking sound, his eyes wide with trepidation. The man pulls out a glowing red heart, and begins to squeeze it tightly. The crook winces in pain, his muffled yell echoing in the dark alley. The red glow is no longer there, and the thief falls limp to the pavement.

“Are you okay?” The man asks, stepping closer to me. But it wasn’t a man. It was a boy.

He has light brunette hair, in a perfect little flip on the front of his head. His emerald eyes sparkled brightly in the moonlight.

“Not really.” I manage to whine.

“Here,” He says, lifting me up bridal style in his arms. His touch was comforting, not at all what I was expecting from a person who had just murdered a man twice his size.

I rest my head in his chest, my cold tears staining his forest green shirt.

“Are you going to take me to the hospital?” I ask.

“No. Neverland.” He answers.

“What are you talking about? That’s just a fairytale.” I scoff.

“What’s a fairytale?”

“Oh, never mind. Just please, take me anywhere but here.”

He nods, and it seems if I have gone weightless. I look down to see we fwere flying. We soar higher and higher above the city, until we are above the clouds.

“Wha?”

“I see you’ve never flown before. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.” He winks at me.

“What is your name, and why are you helping me?”

“Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter, Peter Pan. And, Phoebe, I’m helping you because you need it. Not just because of the physical pain, but also the emotional pain as well.”

“I never told you my name. Or my backstory.”

“Don’t worry about that. We’re almost there.” Peter says, nodding to the upcoming light. I brace myself, and a large whoosh of wind almost knocks me out of Peter’s arms. Darkness is traded out for light, and a vast island practically screaming for adventure lies before us.

“Welcome to Neverland, Phoebe.”

All I can manage is a simple smile.

We finally touch down on the white, sandy shore of Neverland’s beaches. My leg throbs, and the pain is almost too much to bear. Peter lays me down and puts his hand over my wound.

I wince, but as soon as the discomfort is there, it’s gone. I peer over and see a golden glow radiating from Pan’s hand as he presses down. He lifts his arm away, and much to my surprise leaves a perfectly functioning leg.

I bend it just to make sure it work, and sure enough, it moves with ease.

“How did you do that?” I question, dumbfounded.

“Magic.” He says, raising one eyebrow. This boy was even more attractive in daylight. I couldn’t say anything.

“How long will I be here for?”

“As long as you need. Neverland can be your new home. What do you say?”

“I’d love to stay. Much better than that ‘life’ I had back at home.”

“Then welcome home, Phoebe.”

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This is for @fifi_loves_ya, hope you like it!

This would make an awesome story line, but it's so cliche lol.

I HAVE NO SCHOOL TOMORROW DUE TO ELECTIONS! YAY!!! DOes anybody else now hae school? Little QOTD for ya there.

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