Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Too Late

Dedicated to @jenny604020. This is long overdue! Sorry, but here it is now.

"Peter..." I whisper in between kisses. His lips descend onto mine again, tender and sweet, over and over. "Peter..." I tried again, but he cut me off with his addicting kiss. 

"What," he asked breathlessly, before swooping back in to kiss me again. My back was cold except for where his arms wrapped around me. It was late evening and we were sitting outside Peter's treehouse, our legs dangling off the edge of the small balcony overlooking the camp. 

He drew me closer, but I pulled back. "I love you."

A small grin crossed his face. "I love you too," And then he kissed me twice as passionately as before... 

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I hummed to myself as I swung a basket on my arm. I had packed a picnic for a nice date between Peter and I. There was already a blanket laid out beside the cliffs overlooking the sea so that we wouldn't have to sit on the ground.

As I rounded the corner, I froze. There was Peter, running his fingers through Wendy Darling's golden curls. Her blue eyes were closed, but I could feel the lust radiating off of her like a noxious gas. 

And Peter was running his hands up and down her sides, pressing himself closer and closer to her. 

I dropped the basket and let out a choked sob. Peter whirled around met my eyes. "J- Jenny. I- uh, I didn't... wait..."

But I was gone before he could splutter out the last of his response. I ran through the trees back towards the camp, but it proved not necessary. He didn't come after me. When I reached the camp, it immediately felt foreign. The comfort that I felt before was gone. Before now, it reminded me of Peter and love and security. Now it was unwelcoming and cold. 

I didn't want to spend any more time there than I had to, so I went straight to my treehouse and grabbed my things. Spending another minute in that godforsaken camp would kill me, so I had to find another place to go. But where? When I slid down the ladder and started walking out of the camp, there was only one place I could think to go. Hook, because he could get me off the island. 

It took a long time to reach the beach, it was on the Eastern side of the island. When I reached it, I could see the ship not far off the coast, it's black flag waving in the wind, skull and crossbones flapping. Before, I had been afraid of that symbol. Now, it was my way out. 

I set the bag down on the ground and jumped up and down, waving my arms frantically to wave the ship down. It was shocking to see the ship turn towards the island, to say the least. The pirates hated the Lost Boys, Peter Pan, and myself. I had suspected they would ignore me, but there they were, coming towards me. 

A man on the ship tossed the anchor overboard and it fell into the shallows on the edge of Neverland, sinking into the sand. A small rowboat was deployed from the Jollyroger with a crew of six to fetch me. 

When they washed up onto land, one stepped forward. " 'Ello. The name's Jack, an' imma take ya aboard!"

Jack took me into the boat and the six pirates rowed us out to the ship. The waves lapped up the sides of the small vessel, cold and salty. The sun was setting on the horizon, reflecting shades of pink and orange in the water. The boat clunked against the massive ship and ropes were lowered from above. Pirates tied the ropes onto metal loops around the rim of the rowboat. Suddenly, it lurched as people lugged it up the side of the ship. It pitched back and forth, throwing me towards the side. I slid down the side of the boat but got a handhold on its edge. Two pirates grabbed my arms and hauled me back in, my skin slicing on the rough wood. Splinters stuck out from my cuts but I didn't notice as I clutched the boat and prayed I wouldn't fall.