Shitty and really short drabble bc I suck but I haven’t posted anything in a while.
Word count: 699
Like serious I told you it was short.
I suck so much.
gifs not mine yada yada
What am i running from?
I turned and looked over my shoulder. The huge dark thing chasing me snarled.
It doesn’t want me to see it.
I screamed and ran faster. But so did the thing.
I risked another look over my shoulder, trying to make out what it was.
It growled louder this time but I saw it.
It ran like a man, but it had claws for hands, and a bull’s head.
To slim for a typical Minotaur, but that’s the best I’ve got.
“Y/N?!” a frantic voice echoed in my head.
I stopped running to listen again.
This wasn’t the best choice. Hands wrapped around my arms, legs, shoulders, throat.
They began pulling me down. Down, down, down, until I was being pulled into the ground.
I struggled as best I could. The ground was freezing
My body felt like it was being thrashed about. Someone was holding my shoulders.
My eyes snapped open and I could see many faces hovering around me.
“Y/N are you okay?” the faces stopped swimming through the air as my eyes focused. They morphed into one face. One familiar face.
“Peter,” I sighed.
“Y/N what happened?” he looked so worried.
I sat up and realised I was not in my bed. I was on the floor in the middle of my tent with a very concerned looking Peter Pan crouched by my side.
“It’s just a bad dream,” I grumbled as I rubbed sleep from my eyes.
“It must’ve been more than a bad dream considering how loud you were screaming,” he chuckled lightly.
“I was screaming?” I raised my eyebrows. “Did I wake the boys?”
“Wake them?” He looked at me with wide eyes. “Y/N you scared the bloody hell out of them,”
“Oh, “ I looked down, feeling guilty.
“Hey,” He scooped me up and put me back in my bed, sitting on the edge beside me. “Hey it’s alright. They get it,”
“I’m still sorry,” I mumbled.
He stood up from my bed and smiled at me.
“Are you okay now?” he asked me. “Are you okay to sleep on your own or would you like me to stay with you?”
“You’d stay here with me?” I looked up at him skeptically.
“Of course!” he chuckled moving back to my side. “Move over,”
I shuffled to the side and made room for him. He lay back sligthly in a half sitting position on my pillows and opened his arms for me to lay on his chest.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered as I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
I fell asleep fairly quickly after that.
I dreamed of trees. Trees and clouds and fog.
But not a scary kind of fog.
The kind of fog that tells me it will be sunny later.
I could smell a lovely smell.
A familiar smell like cedar and pine mixed with something I couldn’t identify.
I woke up suddenly able to identify what I could smell.
I could smell Peter.
I opened my eyes and was met with his sleeping face.
He looks so innocent.
I wiggled back carefully so I could see him better.
My attempt to not wake him ultimately failed as my slight movement stirred him awake instantly.
“G’mornin’,” he mumbled with his gravely morning voice.
“Hello,” I whispered back. “Thank you fro staying with me,”
“It’s alright,” he said stretching.
It was then I noticed just how close we were.
one of his arms was under my head in a makeshift pillow, the other was draped over my waited.
And our legs were tangled together in a fashion I couldn’t even begin to describe.
I was pulled from my thoughts when Peter relaxed from his stretch and pulled me even closer.
“Did you sleep okay?” I mumbled into his chest.
“Yeah love,” he placed a soft kiss on top of my head. “How about you? Any more bad dreams?”
“No my dreams were good,” I hummed in response.
“That’s good,” his voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it.
I was going to say something else but he’d fallen back asleep.