Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

Fish Fillet...

Word count- 1186
(F/N)= Friend's Name
(Y/N)= Your Name

"No way!!" You screeched at your best friend (F/N). "How were you able to convince Poseidon to let us go to Neverland??? You were ecstatic, swimming in circles and running your nimble fingers through your wet, floating hair.

"Well," She bit her lip, "I told him we had 'friends' there..."

You stopped spinning and cheering, clearing the way for a deadly silence to invade all the happiness you were feeling. "You told him the dark mermaids we our friends?!?" You questioned now tugging on your long, braided hair strands. "Shit (F/N) we're gonna have caused so much chaos when we get back..." Since the anxiety and nervousness is starting to get to your head, you begin weave your nimble fingers around small strands of hair making more little braids.

"Actually I have a plan." She whispered, feeling more ashamed than intended, "We'll move to the Neverland sea instead of being cooped up here in the enchanted ocean!" (Hah see what I did there.. ocean.. not forest..)

The only things you heard were "Neverland" and "move". No worries, that was all you needed to hear to be off and packing..

~Timeskip to Neverland~

"Holy crap this is a LOT cooler than I thought it would be!!" You whisper yell to a very tired (F/N) next to you. "C'mon (F/N) let's go to shore and get some Neverland seashells!!" You poke your head up from the ocean to sea a bit better than before. After pulling your wet mop and 20 some teeny-tiny braids into a half-assed pony tail, you heard the faintest footsteps in the distance..

"(Y/N) we need to get out of here there's someone watching us," Your friend quietly speaks next to your ear.

"Oh but would you really leave before introducing yourselves?" A quite scary voice pipes(PIPES😂😂 PETER PLAYS PIPES)up from the back.

"Is that Peter Pan?" (F/N) whisper yells.

"No-wait, YES.. I think so" You cock your head to the side and squint a little trying to get a better look.

"It can't be he's probably always busy!" She retorts.

After about oh, 45 seconds or so of bickering between the two of you the potential Peter Pan voice interrupts once more, "Are you two quite done??"

Both of you huff in unison and turn his way. But since you two know each other so well the most natural thing happens.

"Who are you?"

"Where is Peter?"

"You better not kill us!"

"Ladies, ladies please all your questions will be answered soon enough but in the mean time, welcome to Neverland, I'm Peter, Peter Pan."

"Okay Pet-"

He cuts you off "Don't call me that, fish"

You cross your arms, "Aren't you a ray of fucking sunshine."

"Enough!" (F/N) hisses, "Alright, Pan step back."

"Wha-? I don't take orders fro-"

"Step. Back. Unless you want to have a tail?" They glare.

You and (F/N) grab each other's opposites arms and with your free hands you slap on a beautiful cuff causing a dome of blue magic to light up the dark sky and well, giving you two both the legs of a human.

Upon coming to shore you were well, angrily greeted by a surprisingly tall teen.

"Oh you're still here. Darn."

"You are on my island." He emphasizes.

He hums a little tune before making up his mind, "You'll come to the camp to meet my lost boys, then your fate lies in those slimy hands of yours." You look at each other, then down at your not-so-slimy palms.

"Follow me then." He crosses his arms before setting off with a newly formed trio.

~Timeskip to camp~

"Boys we have some.. Guests.. For dinner.."

"That's quite nice of 'em!" (F/N) whispers in your ear.

Yells and hollars of joy practically shake the whole island, but stop to hear your voice. "Well.. What's for dinner?" You ask shyly.

"You." The words scrambled your brain. Once you put the pieces together you realized you were on the ground crying.

"(Y/N)!!! Help" Your friend- no. Family screamed.
"You can't eat us we're human now, and and- you couldn't eat us if we had our tails either!!"

"Oh but we can." Pan smiles devilishly, not a smirk, not a glare, but a look of pure joy. At that moment you SWORE you saw horns on that demon of a boy.

You and (F/N) were dragged away and tied to stumps where the lost boys ripped your cuffs off.

To your dismay, they tied each and every finger apart and onto the sump so you both you both couldn't move your wrists, or your own fingers. After placing your cuff in your hand, and (F/N)'s cuff in theirs, the pack of rats came back... With knives.

"Now were not complete monsters so well tell you what we're gonna do, and we're gonna make sure it doesn't hurt.. Too much." Peter stands triumphantly above the both of your tails. "Devon, give them some antiseptic. Felix, tell them our plan." He laughs under his breath.

"Now, fishies," Felix glares, "Were not gonna eat you, that would be like eating a human. And we'll do no such thing."

A knot just untied itself in your body and you felt so rel-

"But, we have been so hungry lately due to the pirates stealing our food, and we're just going to have to cute off those pretty tails of yours."

In that moment all you could see black splotches and many more of the sort, but soon enough the antiseptic kicks in making you feel somewhat drowsy, the fuzziness making you quite tired after awhile. Naturally your head nods off. "I'll just open my eyes." You thought. "Everything will be okay!" You thought. But you thought wrong. The only thing you could pick out was (F/N) screaming as those disgraces of humans cut into their most treasured tail. The tears almost boiled your skin as you were furious, but woeful. Your screams killed off whatever sounds you could hear making it harder to focus on your safety, knowing it was too late for them.

Your screams stop as you calm down, in a now dazed, denial state. Struggling to pick your head up your mind jumbled together the sights of those rats cutting in-off, your tail!

Pan crouched down at your side, "Your fate lies in your hands, fish." He cackles and walks away.

Time is spinning, hell, your eyes are probably the ones doing it. Before you slowly feel yourself slipping away an eerie tune channels in the distance. Where have you heard that before??

Your eyes heavy, and your wrists and fingers slowly tug at the rope and string a little more with every ticking second. And before your mind falls into Zeus's hands, it clicks.

The beach.
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