Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Do you dream of me? x Reader

A/N: Listen to these songs when reading, if you want. Don't play them until I say, it's written into the imagine. I just think it fits the story. 

Disclaimer: It is a poor idea to keep a real cat in a treehouse. This is not a solution to having a pet, treat your pets right!

Warning: This imagine is sad. If you are sensitive to the topic of death, please don't read. Thank you!

Y/N's POV

Another sunrise on Neverland shores kissed the sky, turning it an ombre of pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows. The pigmented sky stretched across the island like a gift from heaven, a beautiful sight in the darkness of the situation I was in. The sun's grace gently touched down on the campground. I shut my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun shudder through me in the foggy, cool morning air. My skin tingled with warmth, and I sent a silent prayer up that I would never have to leave. 

Of course, my prayers were not heard. They never were. They weren't heard when I asked for peace when I laid down to sleep, not when I begged for an ounce of relief, not when I was clutching Peter's bloodied body and pleading with whatever god was up there that he would live. 

They were not heard. 

Standing under the sky brought back flashes of my past, unwilling memories coming back to bite me. 

"I swear I'll hold on tight, I won't drop you." Peter promised, extending a hand. 

I glared at my best friend. "No. Do you want to get me killed?"

"Of course not," He chided, "You know that. Just trust me, okay? Please?"

"Well when you put it like that... fine!"

He grabbed my around the waist and started to fly, clutching tightly to let me feel secure. We shot upwards and into the clouds, circling around Neverland. I could see the camp, Hook's ship, the mountains, dark forest, mermaid lagoon, skull rock, everything! It was miraculous to fly, as well. Wind whistled in my ears, passed through my body and continued through the air. A seagull was soaring near us, flapping it's magnificent wings and diving downwards to land. 

"THIS IS AMAZING! I'M FLYING, PETER, I'M FLYING!"

He laughed at me, holding me a bit closer. "Glad you like it, Rose!"

"Oh shut up, this isn't Titanic. But like it, I love it! It's like I'm some sort of bird, like a... like a..." I looked down at myself. I was wearing a blue tank top, "Like a blue bird!"

"Blue bird?"

"Yeah!"

Peter let out another deep laugh, smiling at me, still holding me tightly. "Just tell me whenever you're ready to land, Blue Bird."

The sides of my mouth twitched upwards. "Are you seriously going to call me that?"

"You'll never hear the end of it!"

Eons seemed to pass, but I opened my eyes to wake up the boys. I just had to make it through another day. Then tomorrow, and the next day. 

Painfully, I moved myself from the warm light into a shadow of a tree to pick up the conch shell. I blew through it, signaling morning. The boys came from their huts, tents, lean-tos, teepees, and tree houses. They slid down ropes, climbed down ladders, jumped off platforms, swung onto makeshift zip-lines, and shimmied down trees to collect around the campfire. Felix lit the fire, and the boys silently grabbed weapons to go hunting for breakfast before congregating back here to eat in the grieving quiet.