Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

*Pop!* Goes The Cork...

(Y/N)= Your Name
Words= 1201

It was yet another lonely night in Neverland. The bats chirping, the wind singing to the trees. Nothing out of the ordinary.. Well.. Except for one thing. You.

You were just another ordinary, lonely, sad lost girl. That's your life now- ever since Hook decided you were a rag of no use to him and threw you to the lost boys in exchange for supplies and a ticket out of Neverland.

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"DINNER IS READY YOU PIGS." Carlos, the cook of the camp basically screamed.

"Thanks for the memo, but I think the smell gives it away." You sneered at the boy. Seemingly, it looked like he had no hair whatsoever. Completely bald.

After swiping a slice of ham and some garlic bread, you jogged over to the fire and sat alone, away from everyone else who was eating at the tables set up by the 'leader', Peter Pan.

When it comes to lost boys, you're not so sure what to do. Whether it be them making wild animal sounds or trying to taunt you to have some 'fun' with them. Whatever they thought fun way, you weren't gonna have ANY of it. They're like human mood swings. Or just a swing! Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. There is most definitely no stopping their 'flow.'

"Sitting by yourself again, are ya?" Pan appeared next to you, eating eggs in a basket and some ham.

"JESUS." You tried to push your heart rate down a notch, but failed when he puffed out a laugh. "Why can't you just leave me alone, Pan." You threw your apple core into the bushes on the outskirts of where you're "not suppose to venture without Pan's knowing."

'Because, Lost Girl, you are out newest recruit. You should love it here. No adults, no rules, you can live freely." Oh how you could see his self confidence rising like smoke from the bonfire.

What a looney.

"Well for one, I was thrown here by a bastard of a pirate because all he cared about was himself, two, I am stuck with a bunch of boys who act like animals, three I have an egomaniac or a "leader." You use air quotes to emphasize your arguments seriousness, "four, there is rules! And you always keep these boys, including myself, on a very tight rein." You glared at him through your whole argument, your eyes dripping venom into his very soul.

All was well until he grasped you neck with his invisible force of "I'm gonna kill you with my magical power crap"

"Go ahead." You wheezed trying with every last molecule of oxygen fleeing your system, "Kill.. Me."

He dropped you onto the ground, that pissed you off. He only just tried to kill you because you proved him wrong, and right as you were gonna die, he only chickened out. Only.

"YOU COWARD." You half coughed, half yelled at him whilst covering the bruised line on your neck. Even magical strangling can leave a mark.

All his sorry ass could do was walk away, the depths of your somber soul searing burns into his back.

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A few hours later, inside your tent you sat alone. Just waiting for the world to end at any given moment. "Even if that did happen I wouldn't be there since I'm in a different realm, technically a star." You muttered to yourself, unamused.

Out of languish you pried your hands from your neck and yanked the cork from a bottle, "You, my friend, is all that's left from the Jolly Roger." your lips made contact with the rim, but no burn. No mouth tingling flavour, and no liquid.

What the hell...

"Bloody drunk me must have forgotten that the bottle was empty when Hook threw you away.." You cringed at his name and decided that the rum stash in the kitchen would do you just fine.

Pleasantly, the kitchen was empty and the lost boys were asleep. Meaning, you could forget everything all in the nick of time.

This cork was a bit more tricky than the last, so it made a *POP* and fizzle as the pain numbing substance cooed your senses to a rest.

{Three Hours Later, Around 2:16 a.m.}

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The slam of your head on the table was basically all you could feel. Even then you couldn't do much either way about your senses being erased with alcohol.

"What the-" A boy walks in with a lamp and slams his hand on the wooden surface next to your head. Since your hair was (short / pulled back) you could have been easily mistaken as a masculine figure, like many of the boys on the island. "(Y/N)?" The boy yanks your head back and stares into your glossy eyes.

You recognized him as- Oh shit. Peter Pan. "Go the *hiccup* fuck away, Peter. I'm trying to *hiccup* forget eeeverythingg." You drug your words like a toy wagon behind you.

"C'mon (Y/N) lets get you to bed, shall we?" He tried to slip his hands under your arms but you flailed from his reach. Tumbling to the floor, you started to cry in corner taking large doses of your drink. "My walls are caving in on me, Peter." You completely broke down, authorizing all of your despair to rid your eyes of the long repressed sadness. "I just wish they would get it over with and fall onto my head already, to put me out of my misery." Your sprawled out legs gave him no ease in walking over to your sunken figure, but he did it anyways.

"You've completely bashed yourself, love. You are just sloshed. But that is nothing we can't fix." He blotted your eyes with a rag that appeared out of nowhere.

"Why did you call me that?" Slurred words are quite hard to understand sometimes, but this time pure curiosity brought them out to be amazingly clear for a drunken woman alike yourself.

"Because you're hammered and won't remember it in the morning."

You giggled, "You're so pretty, Peter!"

His face lit up.

"I bet you're the LUCKIEST girl in the whole worll." You overran the 'd' and 'l' creating an idiotic cousin to the word 'world.'

"That I am."

"Let us go to sleep!" You tangled yourself into his embrace and stumbled out the door flap with a bottle in hand and a Peter in the other. "Uhm where are we going?" as said, as the both of you headed for your tent.

"To bed." He grunted, trying to carry his weight, and most of yours.

"TOoooOo bAd, buster! I am sleeping with YOOuu."

At first his face lit up, but he soon laughed it off, "Whatever you say, love."

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A/N... WOahhhaHAHH Over 500 READS!!! Holy crap, you guys! This is amazing, I am so happy that I even achieved over 20, let alone 500!!! Damnnnnnn Danielllll............. Anyways, this is my first imagine that I have EVER written on a laptop.

Should I do a thing like I say a faact about myself or whatever? IDK I'm not feeling like a celebrity or whatever... Psshhhh..

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