Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

No Words=No Tongue

(Y/N)= Your Name
(H/C)= Hair Colour
Words=956

Pssssshhhh sorry if this is a wee bit confusin..

Imagine: You come to Neverland in hope that well, you could be free of the life you had once before. Really, it ends up around the same routine. Just a little bit happier..

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Your day started fine. Sunshine, hellos from your friends, Pan was in a good mood.. But, all good things must come to an end, right?

After arriving in Neverland cooking was obviously a skill that you needed to keep in touch with. So, when all of the boys were out and Pan wasn't sure you could hunt for yourself, you went into the cellar and got out some fruits and such to make a varied amount of pie. I mean, the boys were going out to catch dinner, so why not make a little desert? It must have been a whole generation since they've probably had a desert of any sort.

But that was a long time ago. 2-300 years? Time's a little hazy here..

"Well good morning to you too, (Y/N). You're looking.. Spiffy." Felix clapped his friend on the back as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Why, thank you Felix!" You turned and flipped your (H/C) hair with the morning breeze cooling every inch of your already perspiring skin.

Soon after, you went off to start your usual morning rounds:

Walk by the water well to pick up a bucket for cleaning the fruits and vegetables. No one wants to find dirt and worms in their food!

Pick up strawberries, apples, blackberries, potatoes, and raspberries! Soon enough, the berries will be in a mix, the apples for the picky eater (surprisingly more than you'd think on a remote island) and the potatoes for fried pieces.

Down in the cellar you pick up some eggs and bacon(for obvious reasons). "Go to hell, egg!" You snark at the cracked mess on the packed cellar floor.

"Having troubles there, Lost Girl?" A questioning voice tears through your messy situation.

You set down the basket with the fruits and meats and go off to grab a rag to clean up the soiled egg on the floor when a hand stops you from going any further, "Please!" He smiles, "Let me!" He waves his hand over the mess in question and wiggles a brow.

Oh my G O D he's flirting with me. What a hopeless romantic..

You pause.. He had no clue what's coming at him. Your heart rate quickens.

Your excitement grows.

You lean in close, ready to baffle him, surprise him, even!

You ready yourself as you come just a tad closer watching Pan's questioning eyes that hold nothing more that confusion that drains into a blush in his cheeks.

"Egg-scelent."

(IM SORRY NOT SORRY FOR THE PUN)

His face quickly turns into a horrified, forced-frown that obviously makes him look like squidward (☹️this emoji for example).

"Oh my gods, (Y/N)."

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The morning went by relatively fast. After your egg-sident (like accident but with egg.. heh) you ran up the cellar stairs and Burt's into the kitchen ready to take in the amazing creations you were about to feed to a bunch of boys.

First, you made some jam for toast while the chopped potato squares sizzled in a pan with the bacon. Then, when the toast was done you set it out with the Now finished jam while you sliced apples and the perfectly, lovely smelling bacon cooked on a plate. Lastly, you make eggs in a basket for everyone to top it off. "Ah, breakfast." You sighed in relief, giggling excitedly at the amazing jam you just made whilst probably being judged by some boy at the moment.. But you didn't care. You were happy. That is, until a very, very ungrateful little rat of a lost boy came up next in line as you were dishing everyone their share.

"That's right, you should be in the kitchen." He snickered while you plopped as little food onto his plate as possible.

"Shut it, Link."

He leaned over the table," Oh c'mon, baby. You are suppose to be in there making me some grub." He placed a creepily gentle hand on your arm.

It was obvious that some of the boys were ticked at him for doing this. He has done it before. But as usual, Link never learns.

So you did what you did best. Without breaking eye contact you grabbed the biggest cleaver you had and put it right up close to his chin and growled out every single word, "Well I suppose if I just cut your tongue out," you gripped his shirt collar even tighter than before, "I wouldn't have to listen to your crap, ya pissant."

The best thing was, he pissed his pants.

Some of the boys even fell over with laughter as they stood in line. Though, most were doubled over ready to pop!

You got a pridefully evil grin from Pan, which of course made you proud to be a strong willed lost girl, and thumbs up and friendly pays on the back from some one the lost boys, including Felix who practically hugged you with joy!

Don't mess with a girl who works in a kitchen.

There's a reason we live longer than guys.
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A/N... Sorry I have been so inactive lately! But I am just so happy that we got to 1K!!!! I haven't gotten many requests but I am hoping to get some very soon!! (Pls I am a blocked writer 24/7) But have no fear, I am coming up with new ideas as much as possible!!
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