Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

Wait! I need you.

(Y/N)= Your Name
1032 words.

"Psh. What do you need me for?" You retort to Hook who was evidently, kidnapping you again.

"Well you see, Darlin Pan needs you. So I need you, to gain the upper hand." He claps you on the back.

"Well you see, Darlin." You snap, "I could care less about what either of you want with me." You counter right before he smacks you upside the head with his hand.

Him and his crew were leading you with ropes, a line in the front, and a line in the back. See, you were a ferocious one. Snarling and clawing at their eyes was a liability. Sometimes you could be so sarcastic some of the crew members refused to help get you tied up.

Once everyone was on the ship, and ready to set sail everything you could hear was the ringing in your ear, the annoying loud birds and- "There's the lass right here!" Hook points a drunken finger at you, "Look, Schmee!" He laughs.

"Oh shove a s-" When he shoves a literal sock in your mouth! And boy oh boy! How it tasted... Well it sure tasted like something.

After awhile the staff got quite annoyed with the obnoxious heaves and gags coming from your way so they shoved a newer.. Cleaner rag into your pie hole.

•. •. •. •. •. Next Morning•. •. •. •. •.

Your eyes cracked open and you popped your neck to life, startling the guard posted to keep an eye on you.. That is until Hook comes to.. Talk.. To the maid. "Fhan fizh muhmn tooh etz mi." Your muffled words ramble.

"Let her speak." He sighs and raises a brow.

Typical. The brow raise.

"Pan is coming to get me!" You spat on his leg, "If he really needs me as bad as you say he does, he'll be here."

With that, the clash started! Swords, fists and blood. It was all there.

Oh the irony taste of warfare. (HAH PUN!!)

"Now.. What have you got in this room, Pirate.." You whisper scooting yourself around to get a better view. "Table, Maps, Telescopes, Gun? Oh that might come in handy.. Let's see what else is here..." You fiddle with the ropes and manage to catch a loose string on a piece of wood.

That might work.

You pull out individual strings and catch them on the fairly large splinter of wood.. You can pull and break them if you try hard enough. "Stronger together, Rope." You grunt and slide you hands from the scratchy material.

Okay okay okay. What can I take.. Ohhh jeez this is exhilarating!

The speediness of your heart pushed you to move fast. "I'll just take that.. And borrow that forever." You eye the spyglass and run the pad of tour finger along its edge. "Okay this is good. An old gun, a sword that was hanging on the wall just waiting for me to snatch it up, a map of Neverland(You never know what you might find), and a dagger." You say to yourself as you maneuver around the men throwing glass cups at lost boys and swords slicing skin.

What the hell is that?

A glowing hole swirls itself bigger and bigger, swallowing everything in its way. "That's a portal!" You marvel at the glistening watery ticket or if Neverland. With a steady pace you manage to avoid everything around you and hull yourself onto the lookout point of the ship, high enough to jump in and make it.

Bye be Neverland. See you NEVER again!!

A little giggle escapes your lips. "What an adventure this will be." You hug the mast and press your cheek to the soft wood(thanks to the salt).

"Think you could leave that easy?"

Aw shit.

"Awh! Shucks, Pan! You caught me." You turn around and raise your hands as if yo surrender, but also balance yourself on the edge of the ship.

"You're smart. You'll make the right choice."

ExcUSE me?

"Whatever.." You mumble ready to jump. With one foot over the edge he speaks:

"Wait!" He reaches a hand out, but yanks it back.

What is this all about?

Your stomach pits and you sit on the ledge, eyeballing your brown boot laces and sigh, "What, Peter?"

"I need you." Thats when you look up and really notice his face. The way his cheeks are still full and squishy, the way his eyebrow hair stick every which way when he scrunches up his face, every wrinkle on his hands and even the fact that he has short nails.

He chews them. Huh, something in common.

But... The moment cant last forever, can it...

A butterfly lands in the place next to you. "So delicate."

A confused look grows on his face, "What is?"

"Three words. They could be the end of someone, or the beginning. Three delicate words that could ruin everything, or make it all better." You look up at him. "Why?"

"Because I need you (Y/N)."

Oh wow. I feel sooooo special.

"Peter Pan that is the most cliché thing I've heard all day. But it's okay. Because I don't think that portal is open anymore." You jab your thumb over your shoulder to show him the closed whirlpool.

"I'm so-"

"AHA!" You slap your pointer finger on his lip to stop him from talking any longer. "Rule number one on Neverland," You calmly remove your dinger from his face and pull a strand of hair from his forehead, then continuing down to his hand hanging by his side, and take it in yours, "You never say sorry."

He leers at you and lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders, "Off to Neverland!" He declares and smacks a kiss strait in your temple before leading you down the mast, and off the ship.

Oooh. This is gonna be fun.

You didn't know what adventures lay in store for you to seek, but you also didn't care. It was your life, and believe it or not, you control it. Crazy right?
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Yay! Another one ;)) I'm happy I got to finish this. It's not too long either! Happy Friday! Woohoo!
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