Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

Feathers 2/2

(Y/N) is your name
1205 words

Previously:
Hours pass and she tells the story of Peter Pan. Who as you saw it, wasn't the scary leader everyone intended. But a broken, lost boy. Who has just held onto himself for too long, whose put up a wall of greenery grown from pain; even if he calls it a garden.

•. •. •. •. •.

Once you and the girl, whose name you learned was Tinkerbell,

Cray cray name. Just like Snooki.

Were done chatting you started on the trek back home.

With every swish of the wet moss under your feet you thought of your past life. Every step was a memory. So you started taking bigger and bigger steps, until you were jumping so far even Piper couldn't keep up! You were skipping all the bad things and leaping towards the future. The timeless future of yourself, and Neverland.

Then, you started humming a song, Hurricane™️ By Thrice. With humming care a chorus of Piper and the sound of your lungs emitting a song from your mouth.

"It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain, till the levee breaks!" You sung through the foggy air.

"What a lovely voice." A snicker cut you off, sending tsunamis of adrenaline sloshing around your veins.

Oh uhh think of a comeback!!

"What a lovely evening to leave me alone." Just before you were about to walk away he digs his fingertips into tour clothed forearm.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, doll."

Doll?? Who does he think he is, Zeus?!"

"I am not your doll." You growled.

"Oof!" He grabs his chest as if his feelings were hurt, "That hurt. But you've got fire, and I like fire."

Mmhmm.

"I bet you tell all the girls that."

"Say it."

"Say what?" You snap, twisting your body to face him.

"Say how you feel. You know, nobody every cared about you."

"Stop it."

"Your own Mother didn't even take the time to say a proper goodbye, and away you went to "school." He made air quotes hanging next to his temples. "So say it."

I know what he wants. He can't have it.

"Wouldn't you like that?"

"I know what you're thinking (Y/N)."

What a bloody creep.

"I'll have you know I'm not a creep, birdy."

In this moment you couldn't move, the familiar tingle of adrenaline sped your heart, weaving itself around you, paralyzing your figure. That was something- a feeling you longed to forget, that had a memory dripping with the toxicity of your past tied with it.