Hook, Line and Sinker. (Peter Pan X Reader)

A Boy

"Get your head out of your book and come help!"

.....

"Y/n!"

"Another day in paradise." You thought to yourself.
Taking your eyes away from your rather interesting novel, you met eyes with your father.
"Help with what?"

"We have new cargo, need help organizing under the deck."

"And you need my help why?" You yawned.

A smile formed o your fathers lips.
"Because you're so good at it and frankly I don't trust the others to not help themselves."

You closed your book with a sudden clap.
Gave a good stretch and hoisted yourself off your bed.
"You know one day I may not be here to assist with this. One day you'll have to learn how to control your men."

Your father chuckled.
"I think we both know we wont be worrying about that soon."

"Right." You said pushing past him, throwing your book in the air for him to frantically catch. He rolled his eyes at you but shared a soft smile behind your back as you walked down the halls of his mighty ship.

The sound of the waves crashing along side the sip was opting new to you. Instead it brought great comfort. A sense of stability in these walls that you call home.

It was mid day and the birds were chirping their mighty songs as you listened carefully. It was the only form of music you were indulged in on this ship.
Well that or the odd drunk singing from your father and is crew.

"Where'd you wanna em boss?" A man with a white matted beard. The breath of  decay oozing from his mouth.

You winced. "Over there on he left. I'll deal with it as it comes. How many creates this time?"

"Four." He responded with a cheeky grin.

"That's it? How is that gonna get us through?"

He shrugged. "It won't."

You rolled your eyes.
"Do me a favour. Go tell my father that if he keeps ]this up were all gonna starve and maybe look out for some mint leaves on a nearby island before my eyes burn out of my sockets from your breath."

The pirate smiled. Although you wished he hadn't.
"Go!" You yelled waving your hand away from you.

"Yes ma'am." He saluted before turning on his heels.

You shook your head. "One day Ill be free of this mess and infested ship"

....

"Mother how did you put up with this?" You said to yourself as you went through the four creates. Hoping to find actual foo for once but felt disappointment when it was only booze. And a lot of it.
Not that you weren't surprised at all. Just disappointed.

You hummed.
A familiar tune. One you remember your mother humming when she would try and put you to sleep. A calming tune one that would make anyone's eyes become heavy.
"I swear-"

"Get him!"

You shot your head towards the entrance of the lower deck. Dropping a whole bottle of whisky.
All of a sudden loud foot steps and shouting from above were hear loud and clear.

"Don't let him get away!" You heard your father yell.

You grabbed your pocket knife that your father had given you on your eighteenth birthday and ran to see what was going on upstairs.

Sounds of swords being drawn, cannon balls being prepped, guns pointed at the sky.
It was like everyone was all f a sudden in a war.A war you did not understand.

You took in your surroundings looking for your father. But you came empty handed.

"Pan I swear to god I will end you!"

"Pan?"

"Captain!" You heard from behind you as someone grabbed onto your arm, yanking you away.

"Get Y/n out of here! He cannot see her!" Your father yelled as you were trying to get the grimy hands to unlatch themselves from your arm.

"Let go of me!"

"I can't do that miss."

"Who is my father talking about? Who can't see me?" You asked with shaky breaths.

"You must get inside!" The pirate said ignoring your question.

"You will not tell me what to do here!" You yelled back.

It was enough to get everyone's attention.

"Y/n!" Your father yelled.

But it was not your fathers who was suddenly in front of you.
Standing just inches away.

He had light brown hair and beautiful green eyes. It was almost something out of a fairy tale.

"Pan you stay away from her!" Your father yelled, running to meet you by your side.

You looked he boy.
"Pan? Like Peter Pan?"

The boy smirked.
"Seems like we have yet to meet."

Everyone was moving slowly away from you and the infamous 'Pan' your father always grumbled about.
The pirate had let go of your arm but the pain was still lingering from his grasp.
A bruise will surely form there come morning.

You studied the boy.
Unsure if this was the monster your father had described all these years. He looked so young.
You opened your mouth to say something but a sword was flying it's way past your face.

Peter caught it in mid air as if it wasn't a task.
As if he had knew it was coming.

"Step away from her Pan and I'll let you live."

The boy raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with your father who now was standing in front of you.
"Is that so? I mean it seems like a bad deal don't it? Meaning I would never give you the chance to kill anyways."

"Don't test me Pan."

The boy through his hands in the air, as if to surrender.
"Is that rum I smell oozing from your skin? Now it's no wonder you through that sword so horribly."

"Get off my boat before throw you off." You father warned, taking a step back towards you.

"Good luck with trying." Peter smirked. Leaning his head past your father and looked directly at you. Ignoring your father's insults that he keeps throwing.

"Ill be seeing you sometime again Y/n." He winked, then as in a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Everyone around you hollered nod cheered, all bumping swords together, demanding they drink to this victory.
It very much confused you.

"He's a boy."You finally said.

Your father turned to you.
His face full of concern.
"Are you hurt?" He grabbed your arm that was still pulsing from earlier.

You jerked away.
"He is nothing but a boy that you fear the most. the one you obsess over day in and day out."

"Y/n..."

"You throw a hissy fit over him every minute of the day!"

"Y/n-"

"And here I thought he was some monster-"

"You don't know what he's capable of-"

"HE IS A BOY! How terrifyingly can a simply young boy be?"

"More than you realize."