Peter Pan and the Shadows ( Peter Pan x reader)

Chapter One: The Orphanage

(youll have no control over hairlength for story reasons)

The little ones love it when I tell them stories. Their eyes that are normally blank with numbness or pain ,light up with wonder. For just a little while i can take them away for the orphanage , and to a place away from Ms. Maudred and her torture. I like to tell them stories, it helps me forget. Helps me forget the fire ,forget my scars, it helps me forget that I have to grow up. That's why we all like to stories of Peter Pan and Neverland where kids stay kids and adults never win. Miss Wendy , now she was a real ace ,she would come to visit and tell us stories about him. She says she met Peter before and helped an author write books full of their adventures. Miss Wendy was so beautiful as if her soul was so kind it shown through her skin, but Miss Wendy had to move away when I was young but not without leaving behind a book full of the young boy's tales.

The old grandfather clock bellowed in the hall dragging me from my sleep. Lazily I sat up scratching me arms over my jungle of knotted (H/c) hair. None of the little ones had woken yet, they still haven't learned to sleep light enough to hear the worn old whines at six o'clock. It didn't take too long for me to brush and braid my hair, nor to slip on an old patch work dress. Madline sat in her chair watching the hand of her pocket watch waiting until it was time to wake the others. Her deep brown eyes glanced up at me before she gave a curt nod. A small piece of golden hair falling out of her perfect bun. It was time to do my morning job. Pulling myself onto one of the trunks that held our clothing I smiled wide raising the small silver chained whistle to my lips the shrill sound tearing through the air and the little one from their dreams.

" Alright ya bunch of lazy sea dogs of ya bottoms! We got some lost boys to hunt lest ye want Captain Maudred Hook to have ye walk the plank!" I cheered. I had made a few smiled while others groaned. Madline only shook her head, though she was only two years older than me ,she was already seventeen , she was the child incharge she chose to grow up and she seemed to like it what she didn't like was how I refused to.

"Already with your silly games I see (N/n )." Groaned Victoria as she tied her black hair into a bun like Madline's , her hero. I swear she tries to be like Madline but she seems to miss the fact Madline is likable.

" Already given me an earful I see ya old gobby" I retorted jutting my chin out at her receiving annoyed glares from both her and Madline as well as some giggles from the little ones.

I jumped down from the trunk and picked the small handmade doll from off my bed , Miss Wendy had helped me make it. Peter's button eye smirking out at the world with childish joy as I placed him in one of the large patch pockets on my hip. I walked to the kitchen jumping from floor board to floor board avoiding the cracks. A few of the little ones followed behind me making an uneven line. Singing off tune as they follow the leader.

Nearing the kitchen I shoo them away to go do their chores promising to play later, stepping inside the old yellow kitchen with peeling wallpaper, I spot Charles the only older boy. His scruffy blond hair barely covering his grey eyes. Unlike the other older kids I didn't know my opinion on him. When Madline was mature but kind and Victoria rude and a bit of gimlet Charles was just complacent. He worked hard on chores and listened to my stories, he even humored the kids sometimes when wanted him to play Hook. In other words, I didn't care what he did or didn't do he was just a face in a loud crowd.

"If she finds out what you did you'll get a bollocking ya know" Charles spoke as he mixed cream into warm water.

"Not the first time and far from the last. But id like to see the old bird try an catch me when i fly away" I try and make Charles smile only to get nothing. With a frown I poor in the oatmeal grain and watch it turn to a cream like gray mush. Curling me nose with a frown "I'd do anything for some real grub"

"Speaking which..."Charles blandly spoke turning to the small ice box grabbing Ms. Maudred's special meal.

As the grandfather clock chimes once more the children came running to the dinning hall a few laughs and giggles only to stop short. The laughing ends and the running slows to a steady walk, Ms. Maudred stepped out of her room. What little grey and black hair she had was tied into an impossibly tight bun covered by an ugly nest of a hat. Her bloated figure barely fitting in her brown dress. She held her nose high as she walked towering over us. I glared as I watched sit at the end of the table waiting for us to run out her breakfast. Roasted Codfish and bacon , fresh hot food.Though it was almost cannibalism, a pig eating pig. We roasted the meat grease splattering on our hand giving us small burns but they weren't as bad as burns we've had before. They were child's play.

Madline, Victoria, Charles and I carried out trays of breakfast mush to all of the children, victoria carrying out the freshly made fish. All of us waited watching her every move, her hands clasping together as she bowed her head all of us following along. While most prayed for our food to be blessed or a family to take them in, I prayed for my adventure. I asked god or who ever could hear me for a way out to find my own Neverland where I didn't have to work or worry. A place where I could stay young forever and play. I prayed that Neverland was real and peter would come and take me and the others away to a happier place.

The bland meal finally came to an end and our daily chores began. Clean the spotless windows, mop the stained floor ,wash the bedding , do this do that anything so the fat pig doesn't have to listen to us. She watched us with kean eyes waiting for any moment's rest and I watched her. I waited for the moment my plan would finally come to fruition. Then i saw it her face showing the slightest bit of discomfort, her hand going to rest on her stomach. She rushed away quickly off to her room , off to her private bathroom. I couldn't help but laugh , i tried to muffle the sound by covering my mouth with my hand. I checked the clock my suspicions were confirmed, it was four o'clock she always used the restroom at four. It was like strange clockwork.

"What did you do!?" Madline hissed through her teeth. She was not amused.

"I just set up a little surprise for her. Nothin bad just a small spook is all." I crossed my arms looking at her in the eyes a small smile on my lips.

"What if she takes it out on all of us!"

" She'll only blame me as always. If not i'll take the blame as i always do." I felt my face burning a deep red. She only shook her head and walked away and I followed suit walking the other way. A Ghastly pig like squeal shattered the silence,she had found the bugs in the towels.

I just wanted to have some fun, just to help people have something to enjoy for a minute or two. As my anger reached its peak Ms. Maudred had been leaving her room. She spotted me and knew right away what I had done.

"(Y/n) (L/N)!" A shrill voice squilled through the air like the sound of a hog to slaughter. "You've done it now you ungrateful brat of a child."she grabbed my braid and yanked me to her. I let out a yelp of pain only to biting teeth down tightly. I wouldn't let her hear it I wouldn't give her the pleasure. Her anger grew as she dragged me away by my hair off to the room under the worn wooden staircase to the basement . She grabbed hold of the rusted handle of the oak door tearing it out before shoving me inside.