peter pan imagine / taken
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TRIGGER WARNING: this imagine involves a kidnapping! i in no way condone or romanticize kidnappings of any kind, and if anyone needs to talk about something then you can message me and i’d be happy to! i have notifications on so i get messages right away on my phone!
this imagine also contains cursing/swearing so please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable! thank you so much!
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The sun peeks through the holes in the trees of Neverland as your sleepy eyes attempt to wake themselves up for breakfast preparation. Most of the boys lack any ability to cook, since they spent little time in the real world, so you take care of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with your friend, Felix. You make your way to the makeshift kitchen, which really only consists of a pile of wood and rocks for a fire, as well as a pot and a couple of other kitchen utensils.
“Morning, love.” You jump at the voice, startled at the new presence, even though you quickly recognize the smooth voice to be Peter’s, who you’ve grown quite fond of, and honestly, you can’t help but feel attracted to him: from his protective personality, to his leadership over the Lost Boys, to his sparkling green eyes and his cheeky smile. Everything about him is perfect, but you admit to yourself he probably won’t feel the same way about you, though you still cling onto the hope that maybe…just maybe he does.
“Why do you call me that?” You ask him, wondering if there could be a meaning to his nicknames for you, from ‘love’ to 'darling,’ but you assume you’re overthinking every little thing about him. A sign of attraction, you guess.
“You always call me 'love,’ and I just want to know why. That’s all.”
He chuckles, his smile glistening under Neverland’s sun. Gods, you can’t help but fall in love with him even more every day. Your heart beats faster just looking at his smile, the smile you hope to spend the rest of your life with, the smile you hope to wake up to every morning, the smile that you’ve fallen absolutely in love with.
“I guess it just stuck.” You smile at him, and begin to look around for Felix, your partner when it comes to cooking for the Lost Boys.
“Hey, Pan? Where’s Felix?”
“Probably oversleeping again if he’s not here.”
You sigh, “Well, I’ll go get him.”
Birds chirp in the morning breeze as you make your way towards Felix’s tent, hopefully to wake him and get started with breakfast for the Lost Boys. Though the gorgeous scenery of Neverland distracts, your eyes spot Felix’s tent, only a couple of feet away. You make your way towards the tiny bedroom, the sound of leaves crunching with every step you make.
“Hello, dearie.” A voice calls to you, pitchy and ominous, your heart beating faster, adrenaline pumping through your veins after hearing the eerie sound. Your body turns itself around, only to be met by sinister eyes, and before you have a chance to scream for help, his hand waves in the air, a purple haze emitting from it, causing your eyes to become heavy and droopy. Your body soon shuts down and the last thing you remember is the faint sound of footsteps and your limp form being carried by a stranger, who undoubtedly had heinous plans left for you.
Your vision slowly repairs itself, the wall of grey staring at you, which indicates to you that you’ve been taken to a cave of some sort, probably somewhere you’ve never visited before. A bundle of emotions battle for dominance in your head: confusion, anger, fear. You don’t know where you are, hell, you could be in a completely different world, but you decide to attempt to stand before realizing that your arms can’t move from behind your back, most likely from rope or some kind of spell your captor placed on you.
“Fuck.” You mutter under your breath after you realize your inability to move.
“Ah, so I see you’re awake.” The man’s glowing eyes contrast the darkness of the room you were placed in, his hair scraggly and of a dull green color, unnatural for any normal human, but you’ve already figured out that whoever this is has magic like Peter’s.
Anger starts to take control of your anger, “Who the hell are you?” Your hands attempt to break free of your bounds, but it’s useless, forcing you to give up on that plan.
“Did Pan not tell you about me? Pity. He should really take better care of the things he loves.”
“What are you talking about?” Confusion takes over, wondering what this man could mean by 'the things he loves?’ Did that mean Peter…no, it couldn’t be. Peter has never shown interest in you and you doubt anything has changed.
“Oh you don’t know? I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”
An angry and frustrated look pressed on your face, you ask yourself what he could want with you, though you assume it’s to get back at Peter for something he’d done; he’s done terrible things in the past and you admitted it, but you’ve tried your best to make him a better person.
“What do you want?”
“I just want to have a chat with Pan.” His hands wave in the air, a high-pitched chuckle escaping from his mouth, sending chills down your spine.
“And why do you need me?” You question, honestly looking for an answer, that hint of curiosity showing.
“I figured Pan wouldn’t be up for a nice sit-down if I didn’t have something he cared for, but small talk’s over now, dearie. I’m going to need you to call Pan. After all, that’s what you’re here for. Do this and I’ll let you go, plain and simple.” His grin stares at you, your cheeks red from anger; you know this man wouldn’t kidnap you just to have a talk with Peter. You fear Peter is in danger, and though you tell yourself Peter contains magic far more powerful than this man, you can’t help but suspect the worst to happen.
“Why should I do that?” You spit out, attempting to sound confident with your words, but inside, you fear what he’ll do to Peter. You can’t let him get hurt, and you certainly wouldn’t betray him because someone told you to; he just means too much to you, and even if he doesn’t return his feelings, you want him safe.
“Hm, being stubborn, are we?” He walks towards you slowly, his boots clicking against the cave floor, his eyes turning demonic after your answer, and obvious signs of fear showing on your face. “That’s okay, dearie. Because now…” As his arm reaches inside of your chest, you realize what he’s doing, a surprised gasp coming out of your mouth. “I have this.” Your heart beats inside of you while his hand grasps itself around it, an uncomfortable and eerie feeling radiating from his touch. You wince in pain as he pulls his arm back to successfully rip your heart out of your body, the familiar beat gone, a feeling of emptiness residing where your heart belongs. Your vision blurs as light-headedness takes over your body, most likely a sign of your inability to function while missing an important part of you.
You lift your head up, only to exchange glances with the man, his fingers slowly squeezing together, placing more and more pressure onto your precious still-beating heart. Pain soars through your entire body as he continues his action, and you know what he is attempting to do; he wants you to scream for Peter to help you, but you refuse, biting down on your lower lip to prevent any noises from coming out, but it’s no use, as one more squeeze and the pain becomes unbearable. Every single nerve in your body on fire, you shriek, though you refuse to call Peter, making your best attempt to protect him. What feels like hours pass by, though you know it was only a couple of seconds, and the man releases his tight grip on your heart, simply holding it loosely in his fingers, beads of sweat running down your face. That empty feeling in your chest returns, and tears brim your eyes, but you refuse to shed them.
“That should do, dearie.” His high-pitched giggle returns, your eyes stare at him with fear and agonizing pain reflecting in them.
“(Y/N)? Where are you? Please answer.” A familiar voice echoes, clearly Peter, and you wince at the thought of him being hurt after meeting up with your captor. The volume of his footsteps increases, signifying that he’s coming closer to you. As soon as he takes a step into the cave, his eyes widen at the sight, your entire body limping, almost fainting from the amount of time you’ve spent without your heart.
“(Y/N)!” He runs closer to you, but doesn’t make it before your captor stops him, stepping in front of the boy, making sure he doesn’t come closer to you.
“Rumplestiltskin…” Peter growls, “Fancy seeing you here, hm?”
“I have no time for small talk, Pan.” Peter examines the situation and notices your heart resting in Rumple’s hand while you lay weak and helpless.
“Neither do I.” He states, anger forming in his green eyes, as one of his arms reaches out, causing Rumple to fling backwards, hitting the stone wall harshly. “I think you forget that you aren’t in the Enchanted Forest anymore, huh, Rumple? I know how Neverland’s magic works. You don’t.” He grins sinisterly, curling his fingers, making Rumple scream in pain, and before long, the imp disappears in a cloud of smoke, your heart landing on the floor, a sharp sensation in your chest at the impact. As soon as Peter makes sure Rumple left, a relieved sigh escapes his lips before he carefully picks up your heart, protecting it in his delicate hands, as if it’s a fragile trophy he can’t break. He walks towards you, your body too weak to even move without your heart.
“Hey there, love.” He whispers, “This will feel strange for a second, I apologize.” He carefully places your heart into your chest, your body quickly adjusting to having it back where it belongs. The relaxing beating replaces the emptiness that resided there, but your body remains weak and unable to move. He quickly gets to work on your bounds, untying them before wrapping his arm around your waist, “Let’s get you out of here, hm?” He swiftly picks you up and starts to carry you back to camp, as you snuggle into his chest for comfort, causing him to chuckle. Not much time passes before you fall asleep in Peter’s arms to the slight bounce of his steps.
Your eyes slowly open themselves, revealing Peter sitting down on a stool, and you realize he placed you in his bed to rest up.
“Glad you’re awake. I was worried you wouldn’t wake up.” Though your body remains tired, you force a smile to show Peter you appreciate the gesture.
“What time is it?”
“It’s pretty late.”
“Thanks for everything, Peter.” You give a sincere smile, hoping you can convey all of your emotions in such a small action.
“It’s no problem, love. Can I get you anything?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? I know how much that hurts.” His voice fills with worry and you immediately want to know why he’s so concerned about you.
“Why are you being so nice?” You ask groggily, wondering if this means more than he’s letting on to.
“Well…I guess it’s time to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
He sighs, “I’m in love with you, (Y/N). Always have, and I just want you to be safe. I don’t want to lose you. I just want to you be mine, so I can protect you, keep you from people like the Dark One.”
“Peter…” His eyes meet yours and you can see the fear in his eyes, most likely the fear of rejection, “I’d love to be yours.”
“Or course, Peter.”
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