Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Ransom (x Female! Reader)

My day was going so well. 

Then it was ruined. 

"Y/N! Y/N!" 

I looked up from my novel, eyes narrowed at the lost boy sprinting up to me. "What?" 

He heaved for breath, hands on his knees. "I... phew... Pan and the..." 

"Get yourself together," I commanded. "What about Pan?" 

"Hook! He has him!" 

I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud. Pan, taken by Hook? That was a funny joke. 

"I'm serious! He has him and he wants a ransom!" 

Something in his tone made me stop. "What ransom?" 

"A magic bean. To get off the island, I think. What are we going to do? Pan, he's... Hook isn't going to kill him, is he?" 

"No." I looked around the clearing until I spotted the mop of blond hair I was looking for. "Felix! Get over here." I explained the situation as quickly as possible and ordered him to gather the lost boys and ready for an attack. Hook was going to regret being born. 

It didn't take long to lead the charge to the Jolly Rodger and soon we were swinging onto the ship, knives still stowed. For now. 

Killian Jones himself stepped forward, grinning evilly and clapping slowly. "Ah, the cavalry has arrived. What a scary bunch. A bunch of stray dogs and Pan's bitch." 

I would have attacked him, but I still didn't know where Pan was. "I must admit your defenses look great. What, thirty, forty men? Half with scurvy and the other half with brain damage or dysentery. Oh, and who can forget their fearless leader? A barely functional alcoholic missing a hand." 

He put the end of his sword under my chin, tilting it up, and leaned in close, growling, "We have your boyfriend. You should really watch your mouth." 

I glared back with as much intensity as I could muster. "Give him to me. We'll make the trade." 

He laughed, removing the blade from the delicate skin of my throat. "Give me the bean and you can have him." 

"I'm not stupid. Give me Pan and I'll give you the bean." 

"No." 

"He's not even out here. How do I know he's even alive? He's not worth the bean dead." I challenged. 

He glared at me but signaled two pirates who ran down into the hull and came back with Pan bound in magical rope. He looked dangerous and furious until he spotted me. His eyes softened but gave me a warning- be careful.

"There he is," Killian said, "all in one piece. Now, the bean." 

"I don't think so. Either hand him over or you're going to have to deal with me and the lost boys." I hissed. 

The boys, as if on cue took a step forward. 

Killian stared through me, eyes fiery. "I will not be patient much longer, Y/N. Look at him and decide for yourself if his life is worth that bean." 

I did look at him, starting to feel concerned. 

"Bean for the boy. If you don't hand it over, we're going to throw him overboard," Killian threatened. One of his pirates took Peter by the collar and dragged him onto the plank, on the very edge. The wood wobbled under the weight, threatening to throw Peter into the dark water.

"Hook, if you don't give him back right now, I swear we will massacre this entire ship." 

He chuckled softly. "Time is running out, little lost girl. Make a decision. The bean or Peter Pan. And, I suppose, you, too. We're going to be the ones massacring you and your band of kids." 

Peter finally spoke up. He looked at me intently, dead in the eye. "Y/N, there has got to be a better way. Killian, I'll give you better rights on the island. You can come ashore more often, we won't attack you unless provoked." 

"Ha!" He said cynically. "As if you'd ever. I don't want to live on Neverland with slightly better conditions. We're going away. Far, far away." 

I sighed. "Fine. Take the bean."

Killian caught what I had tossed him and grinned until he looked down and realized that what was in his hands was not a bean but a rock. The second after I had thrown it, I shot up the ladder and to the pirate holding Peter. I dragged him backward, throwing him to the deck and running him through. 

This was a declaration of war. All hell broke loose as pirates and lost boys clashed the sounds of bodies hitting the deck, swords colliding with swords, shouts of pain, and raged yells filled the air. The moment I turned around, I saw it too late. One of the pirates had hoisted up an empty barrel and chucked it at Peter, who fell off the side of the plank. 

"PETER!" I screamed, running over to the rail and looking down. I couldn't make him out through the water, but I tugged off my boots and socks anyway. Then I threw off my jacket and tossed my weapons to the ground. Those things would only weigh me down. I dove off the side and plunged into the icy waves. 

Opening my eyes was not an option in salt water, so I swam down blindly, hands flailing to try to find his body. My lungs burned and I kicked my way up to the surface, grabbing gasps of air before plunging back down. The water got colder as I swam down, but finally, my hand brushed something. I grabbed it and was relieved that it was indeed a person, not a rock or mermaid. Wrapping my arms around him, I fought to reach the surface and took huge heaves of air, wiping my eyes to open them. Peter was in my arms, coughing up seawater. 

"Oh thank god," I sighed in relief, feeling around his body to find the knot in the ropes. I untied it so that he could swim on his own and we paddled back toward the ship. 

Felix spotted us and threw a rope over the side. We each took hold and a few other lost boys joined him in pulling us up. When we reached the deck, the battle was coming to a close. Most pirates were dead, injured, or stumbling down below deck in retreat. 

I laughed shakily as the final pirates held up their hands in surrender, including the captain. I wrang out my shirt and watched as water droplets ran down my leg from my shorts. Pan was collecting my things for me, smirking in pride. 

I stepped up to Killian, a dark expression crossing my face. "Consider this mercy. Take him again and you'll all be dead." 

"You're pathetic. Letting your goons do all your fighting for you while you run off after your boy toy. Admit it, you're just Pan's slut."

I stuck my knife under his chin, pressing hard enough to draw blood. "Watch your mouth." I drove the knife into his arm and twisted hard as I pulled it out. 

He shouted and fell to his knees, clutching his arm. I looked at him distastefully, wiping the knife off on his shirt. Then I looked back at the boys. "Alright, boys, back to camp!" 

They whooped and hollered as we took our rowboats back to shore and pranced victoriously through the forest. After all, we never lost.