|| Youth Is Yours || Peter Pan

N i n e

"C'mon, lets get going!"
Peter shouted out to the boys.

All of them were armoured up with weapons and protection. They headed north, towards Neverland's edge where all the sea surrounded the island.

(Y/n) was in trouble and he swore to himself to save her. She was considerate to let him go the day before, but it brought danger to herself. Of course, Peter wouldn't just end it as that. He teamed up with the lost boys to go back and kidnap her from Hook.

"Alright boys, get ready to fly."
He sprinkled pixie dust on them and he guided them in the air. They searched for the Jolly Roger and soon, Peter spotted it in a distance. They planned their ambush, and readied the perfect timing.

He squinted his eyes to look at the situation on the ship. She was tied to a sail and wind blew on her features. Ropes were tied to her hands and legs, making her stretch to the sail's size. She looks as if in pain, but other than that, she was alive.

They hovered over the ship which was now just a few metres away from them. He glanced to the boys, making sure they were ready. They nodded in sync and got to their positions.
"On the count of three, boys."
Peter flew next to Felix. He withdrew his sword from it's place.
"One," They prepared to land. "Two,"
Peter gestured for them to fly in closer to the ship with him leading.
"Three!" He shouted and in an instance, they all jumped on the ship.

The pirates were shocked at first, but quickly stood their ground and began attacking the boys with their weapons.
'No sign of Hook, now's the chance.' Peter thought. He flew up to the sail with (Y/n) tied to it. Her jaw dropped as soon as she saw him.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" She looked at him worriedly. He didn't say anything, but instead got to work by cutting the ropes that were tightly tied to her.
Snap. Snap.
He snipped the ropes in silence and now her legs were free, dangling from the height above the ground. He continued to cut the ropes on her wrists but suddenly there was a loud 'swish' of wind and he felt something sharp scratching his back. Then came the pain, making him reach out to touch his back only to find blood on his fingers that touched it.

"So that's where you were." A voice called out from the ground. He turned his head to the direction of it, his pained expression turning into anger.

"Hook." He stated it with a menacing voice. His face showed anger and hatred for the man. Peter landed on the ground, a few feet away from him. He peeked behind him slightly to see his boys still fighting enemies.
"Hey Pan. Your fight is me, not them."

He smirked, "Oh, of course you are. My focus is fully on you right now." He glared to the foe and gripped his sword with such strength, his knuckles turned white.

Hook brought up his Hook and in the other hand, he held a blade. Peter ran up to him with the sword pointing directly to his chest but Hook blocked it with his own and it became a clash of the blades.

"How dare you..." Peter grumbled as he fought the weight that was pushed on his sword. "...Butt in my business with (Y/n)!"

Their weapons strike the other simultaneously, a loud 'clang' with every hit.
"Who knew you can master this type of combat too?" Hook stated with a hint of sarcasm.

It made Peter snap and he flipped his blade to make Hook's sword suddenly be pushed away, falling to the wooden floor of the ship. He stood there stunned, with Peter's sharp sword resting on his neck. One wrong move and he's done for.

"You underestimate me, Hook. You should have said that to yourself."

With a free hand, he grabbed Hook's hand with the hook and moved it to the shoulder of his arm which was still in good shape. "What are you planning to do?" Hook asked as he stood there straight.

"This." He pushed the hook on his shoulder making Hook scream out in pain. He planted it into his skin, far but not too deep. He withdrew the blade from Hook's neck and released him, who fell to the ground with his hand pressing on the wound. He looked up to Peter who had a smug smirk on his features. But it soon faded as he realized the real intention of him being here.

Flying up, his eyes made contact with shiny (e/c) orbs. It was glistened with wet tears that built inside of her eyes.
"Peter..."

"I'm saving your butt, be thankful." He snipped the last few ropes on her wrist and she almost fell to the ground due to gravity. Strong arms wrapped around her body and she looked up to see Peter smiling down at her. She couldn't help but smile back, a feeling of warmth filled her senses.

"Boys!" He shouted, "I've got her. We're heading back!"

Shouts filled the air, mainly from the lost boys. They flew up with Peter and retreated back to their camp.

When they arrived, Peter landed and placed her on her feet gently. She breathed out a tired sigh. The events today were stressful. Peter sat down on a log with (Y/n) next to him.

"Why did you save me?" She looked to the grass, her hair covering a little portion of her face. He could feel the tenseness in the air. Peter stood silent for a moment, building the right words. Soon, he answered,
"Because I care for you."

Her head snapped up to see Peter looking away with a hand on his mouth. A deep blush danced on his cheeks and she couldn't help but giggle.
"Wh-Why are you laughing?" He stuttered. She continued her giggles, her eyes shining with mischief.
"You're blushing!"
He blushed another shade of red, but laughed with her nonetheless.

Twenty two days down, eight more to go.