Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Under the Surface (x Siren! Reader)

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Warnings: Language, a tad angsty but ends fluffy

The depths of Neverland's sea are like another world. Deep below the surface, the water is cold and dark but is illuminated by sea lanterns that hang from shipwrecks, ruins, and shelves. The sirens and merpeople of Neverland live there, swimming in and out of their underwater empire and living their lives. 

It's rare that we are disturbed. Sometimes, Captain Hook sails his ship a little too close for our liking and we sirens sweep up a storm that makes him turn back, but other than that, we keep to ourselves. Humans are dangerous- especially the ones on the island. 

Common knowledge is that Peter Pan and his lost boys hunt our kinds once in a while, sometimes for magical ingredients, sometimes for the fun of it. They are the only true threat to us, considering that sirens are the most dangerous creatures in the sea and the merpeople are under our protection. But on Neverland- Peter Pan holds the crown. 

Sometimes, I wish I were a mermaid. They may not have powers as I do, but a mermaid is born of a peaceful death at sea or when someone that deeply loves the water passes still clinging to hope.

Sirens are born from violent, hopeless deaths. More often than not, it is when women who are considered "bad luck" by sailors are bound and thrown overboard. I still remember my original death. I was a young girl when Killian Jones recruited me to help on his crew. I was full of spunk and life, ready to get out on the water. But when we ended up in Neverland a few years later, it was determined that the women on our ship were to blame for our misfortune. In the midst of a raging storm, we were tied up and shoved off alongside any men who protested and stood up for us. 

I remember taking in that first gulp and being able to breathe. My legs melted into a tail and I became who I am today- a siren. The ocean gave me the power to make sure I am never helpless at the hands of men ever again. 

On the bright side, I had a massive glow up. Everyone that becomes like us does, though in different ways. Mermaids are pretty with bright eyes and big smiles that make your heart melt. Sirens are beautiful and enchanting with a voice you can't resist and an aura of danger. 

I shouldn't complain. Some of the drowned never had a second chance. Their bodies just sank to the bottom. We buried them, of course, deep in the seabed. It was a time of great loss. My mother died like that. 

"Y/N!" 

I flinched, looking up from the shell I was absent-mindedly fiddling with. It was my best friend, a mermaid named Ellie. "Hey, El." 

She grinned, swishing in and flopping down on my bed. I lived in a large sunken ship with many others and bunked in the same room as Ellie. It was dim inside, but we had a porthole, so that was nice. 

"You'll never guess what your brother said to me!" 

Oh god. "What?" 

"He said he liked my new necklace!" She exclaimed lifting the chain of pearls. "I can't believe it!" 

"How much did you spend on that thing?" 

"You don't want to know. But it was worth it! He noticed me!" 

I rolled my eyes. "Your crush on my brother is so sad. You know he's an idiot, right? When we were seven, he got his head stuck in a chair because I bet him a coin he couldn't get it through." 

"Well, he's not seven anymore and he's super hot." 

I crinkled my nose. "Gross." 

"You're gross."