Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

Push-Fog Lake

⚠️Important authors note at the end⚠️
(Y/N)= Your Name
Words= 1422
Bolded= The Song lyrics

I don't wanna be alone right now. God, I wish it was a little bit later... Think I'd rather be asleep right now, dream about some mistake I made...

You use to sit in a scraped up wooden chair by the window sill to wait for something big to happen outside. You'd look at the rain and see a thunder storm leaving fully grown flowers in its wake. Your imagination passed the time fairly quickly, especially when it was about a place called Neverland...

Tell me why I'm livin' so fast, I wish I was just a little bit younger. Then I wouldn't be afraid like this.

But, each year you'd get a birthday. Leaving you fewer and fewer years to get to your dream land. First you turned twelve, perfect, you had seven years left to get there. Because, once you were out of your teens, you were out from the Neverland's crew of lost kids. Then, you were thirteen, six. Then fourteen and so on. Your time was running out, the clock was moving so.. so fast... It scared you out of your mind because all you did was sit in this chair, waiting, looking, thinking, and daydreaming of what life could be.

Push it in just a little  bit  f u  r   t    h     e      r.

You had to try and find a way out of yourself. Your rainy, clouded self. Somewhere you could be happy.

You were right, this never gets old. Waking up in another direction. If circumstance is all we get, let's come back the  way   we    came.

But you woke up somewhere different than your room. It smelt of mildew and pre-downpour. Your favorite. It's the smell of damn earth, and the way it feels in your hands. The coolness contrasting the heat of your palms, it always makes your day.

I know it's a chemical thing, that's why I spend each day just trying to get my head on strait. Think I'll try just a little bit harder.

From the first step onto the ground, your life instantly felt new. You felt recharged, like your whole life you had lived as a dead battery.

Some poeple they waste their time, while others just play to stay. I don't wanna do either of those things. I just wanna make. It. STOP. And when I do I'll hold it in, everything I wanted to say.

Now, usually someone would be scared at this point. Waking up in a new place, thinking all the terrible things that could happen, etc. It's just not really your thing. You had spent your life waiting and waiting. So, this life was gonna be different..

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Years.
Waiting.
It was all there, all over again.

You couldn't do it. You couldn't live the same life you had, you just wouldn't...

{Later That night}

You curled your arms into your pockets and hopefully, you could leave without anyone noticing...

"Hey (Y/N) where ya goin'?" A little boy named Pete asked. It was always funny how he almost always did what Peter did, just a little bit sloppier.

You looked up and down his small form.

What a pity this child had to spend an eternity here..

"I'm going for a walk, pal." You ruffled his hair and walked as quickly—and no-suspiciously as you could— away from him and the ongoing fire party.

"Okay.. See you when you get back."

Poor little babe. I'm not coming back...

So when my eyes roll right back, I won't remember anything.

It'll all be over soon. You can do it. You'll be alright.

You sat on a tree that hung over the cliff where Peter use to tell a story, well, a prophecy he had said.

{Flashback}

"Settle down." His voice was low, but blocked an oncoming happiness to tell his story to his boys.

"What I am about to tell you, is a prophecy unknown to many for its irrelevance to them, ready?" He clapped his hands and hooked around, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A smaller boy raised his hand, Pete, "Then why do we know the prophecy?"

"Well, Pete, that's because I stumbled upon it one day, and decided to tell you." He sat back revealing his pipe that rested on his chest. He was always such a lovely musician..

"There was a girl, " He looked around at the gagging boys, then once at you, and smiled. He for an odd reason loved telling this tale, "Who wanted more. She wanted so much, for her life was a drab. It had no potential, so went far far off. A place where she could have anything she wanted!" He watched at the anxious boys leaned closer, but you stayed the same. Perched on a long in the back, boring your eyes into his. But, little did you know, that he thought the way the flames illuminated your eyes into a fiery existence was why he always told this story.

"Her life stayed the same. It stayed a grey blur of eat sleep and wake up again. A timely bore. One day she woke up, and could take it no more. So she left, and decided to end it all. If her life was to be such a horrid thing, her life was to be no more."

Everyone stayed silent, that's always how it was. This was the first story the lost boys had heard that was sad and they were probably contemplating their life choices. "Alright enough sobbing. Get to sleep!" He waved the boys to their tents and looked at you, "That means you too!"

"You looked up from the fire, I don't sleep," and you remembered with all the passion you had left, why you didn't sleep. It's all because you waited for Peter Pan to pick you up form your life. Well, he did, but it stayed the same. Quite like that 'prophecy.'

"Huh.. Well, then let's go for a walk." It was a nice gesture, so you took it. You walked for hours in complete silence. It was pure bliss, the happiest moment of your life.

Well tell me why it never made sense, guess I figured out sooner than later, that love's just another kind of bliss someday you'll come to miss.
So, as you cling to the tip of that tree branch, readied to do what you were gonna do, it hit you. How could you have been so naïve?? That story was about you.. "I love him.."

You slipped and screamed, bu at caught the branch in time to be dangling by your arm and a leg, "(Y/N)..? Bloody hell what are you doing." It was Peter, from the corner of your eye his faced seemed ghost white.

Fuck it.

"Peter I love you!" The way you said it made it seem like it was one word, they were all strung together.

He snapped his fingers and you were in front of his raging face, he might as well have had fire coming out of his nostrils.. His body... Language.. Was firm, his arms crossed. Like an angry soldier ready to punish you.

Out of the blue, he threw himself to you and wrapped his arms around you, it was pure comfort. "I thought you'd never get the story."

"I just wanted to change the ending."

Take a ride in a getaway car, some call it another chance. But then they'll never wake up from it, they take it just a little bit f u  r   t    h     e      r...

You lived life like you were gonna die the next day, even though you weren't because technically you are in an infinite time loop of not aging. But, you ruled next to Peter. Which was amazing by what made your day brighten was the thought that little Pete would get to see you the next day. For as long as you're here.
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A/N... I'm sosososooooo sorry that I haven't been writing lately. It's been a very hard while and I've got a lot on my mind. I hope you enjoy this because Im probably not gonna be writing a lot lately and I sincerely apologize. I hope you guys will request a little bit more because it makes it so much easier for me to write in stressful circumstances. No fear though, I won't be gone long. Thanks for your constant support!!
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