Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine: I'm Not Him

Requested on Tumblr: "Hi, can you do a Peter Pan x reader imagine where the reader dealt with abuse back home and Peter doesn't know, so one time he throws her over his shoulder and starts freaking out and it's all fluff and sweet please?"

WARNING!!: THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS MENTIONS OF ABUSE AT HOME, PLEADE BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU READ THIS. IT'S NOTHING TOO BAD, BUT IT DOES MENTION IT. I DO NOT WANT ANYBODY TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WHILE READING MY STORIES, SO PLEASE READ CAREFUL IF THIS IS A SKETCHY TOPIC FOR YOU. THANK YOU!

________________________________

Being loud and crazy was something that the Pan and his Lost Boys seemed to do best. All day, every single day, that seemed to be the only thing they knew. You want some peace and quiet for a while? Yeah, good luck with that; one would have to go pretty far into the woods for that. It was simply in their nature, and you had no plans to change that; they were who they were, and the way they were was actually pretty fun to be around.

The crackle of the fire in front of you was constant, something you'd grown quiet used to, but so was the yelping and hollering of the boys. It had grown dark, a few random beams of moonlight showing through the trees. The Lost Boys were circled around the blazing fire, flipping and hopping around in a wild looking dance.

You smiled gently to yourself at the sight of them all having fun, wishing that one of them would invite you in on the playful dances. They looked like they were having so much fun, and you didn't want to barge in without an invitation from one of them, so you stayed put and let them have their own fun.

Although you were too hesitant to actually go have fun with the boys around the fire, you took some joy in simply watching them; their faces aglow and their eyes glimmering with happiness. It made you feel much more at home than you did in your actual home; there, they treated you like...a slave, or some sort of nuisance. In Neverland, it's like you're free to do...well, anything.

"Hey, why don't you join us?" Sounded a voice in front of you. 

You hadn't even noticed him walking up to you because your eyes were practically glazed over, your head too caught up in it's own thoughts. You shut your eyes for a few moments to wipe the tiredness from them, and then opened then once again, only for them to land on one of Pan's most prized lost boys.

"No, no, I'm fine here! Thanks, but I'd rather watch you guys, it is rather...entertaining..." you replied with a small smile, denying the invitation you'd been waiting for.

Felix sighed before replying, "Oh, come on! I know you want to!"

You gave him an awkward shrug, waving him back to his activities with the others. You'd told him time and time again that you didn't want to intrude, but he always insisted that you were as much a lost boy as him. In all honesty, you didn't feel the same; you felt somewhat...disconnected from them, like you didn't fit in very well.

He had a disappointed look on his face, but he walked away, not wanting to bug you too much about the topic. You glanced back up and around when his footsteps faded, watching the boys once again in wonder and second-hand happiness.

You smiled widely as you looked down and fiddled with your hands. The thought of them being so happy made your stomach feel fuzzy and warm. 

You didn't have the feeling because you felt like a mother to them, nor was it because you had a huge crush on any of them (even though you thought most of them were pretty attractive.) No, the feeling came with hope, hope that maybe someday you'd be able to feel as happy as they are, with no regret, or worry that you weren't pleasing somebody or not making them happy.