Peter Pan Imagines

I wanna mom

Listen to the song I wanna mom by Cyndi Lauper while reading. Keep in mind this will be sad. Yes this is still once upon a time peter of course 😊. This is a short one I came up with.

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I always wondered what happened between Pan and his mother many years ago. What made him hate her so much. Tonight is the night I will find out one way or another. That boy has gotten far too smug for his own good and I think it's time for a change.

"Pan?" I called out slipping through the hollowed tree den.

"Yes y/n?" He came out from behind the bamboo curtains sharpening his dagger.

The words were caught in my throat when I noticed just how sharp the blades had gotten already. I cleared my throat and pried the words, "I think high time that you see her again it's been since the Kensington gardens"

Pans movements came to a halt and the loud clang of the spear being dropped to the floor rattled my insides. I recoiled and he turned on a heel grasping the lapels of my shirt and thrusting me towards the bark. I could feel the harshness of the bark scraping into my back sure to leave marks. "Never.. ever... mention that again" he grit his teeth and stared daggers into my eyes.

I swallowed hard and placed a hand on the one holding the dagger, "this is exactly why you need this".

He followed my eyes to the dagger and with a growl he jabs it into the tree about three inches from my ear. I cranked my neck to keep a distance as he tore away from me. "What is it with you and getting into my business y/n, you know I won't go back"

"I never said go back I said you should simply make peace with it because it's eating away at you I can see it in your eyes" I straightened out my shirt and eyed him carefully.

He grumbled and grabbed his pipes entering the curtains and plopping back into his hammock. I sighed and followed him crouched low in front of him. "Leave" he murmured fiddling with each pipe.

"You know I'm right" I furrowed my brows and placed a hand on his knee and looked up at him. His body tensed up and he closed his eyes with frustration and anger.

"If I go will you leave it be" he threatened more than asked.

"Yes" I hummed and a smile formed my lips.

"Good, we leave tonight" he whispers with a shaky breath. I could tell this was going to be difficult. I stood up and leaned in to whisper one last thing in his ear.

"The one thing a child wants is his mother"

He batted the tears that hung from his lashes.

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We ascended into the sky making our way to a house that peter claims still stood as it did the day he left it. He was right. Same building, same furniture, and same crib?

Pan stood atop the window cill gazing in with dread and I followed his line of sight to the crib. His crib. I reached a hand to caress his cheek but he snatched my wrist in a vice grip without looking at me. "Don't"

He dropped it and with a wave of a hand the window is open and we were inside. It was silent all except the creaking of a wooden rocking chair in the living room. Leaving its marks into the solid wood floors. The lady sitting in it had to be around sixty if not more by now. As a matter of fact how is that even possible. Guess growing old doesn't run in the family much.

Pan appeared in front of her now and the elder remained silent looking the boy from head to toe. She stood up slowly with arms and legs shaking. Her eyes became misty and she reached out a hand but he flinched. "Why?" He mutters.

"P-peter is that you?" Her voice was beginning to crack.

"Answer me! Why did you have him" Pan exclaimed startling his mother enough to make her step away. His dark evergreen eyes boring into hers. His lips a thin line and his jaw clenched.

"I didn't replace you Peter, I missed you every single day and night. When you never came I assumed you had..." she stopped and let the tears fall from her eyes now as her voice broke.

Pan watched with disgust and anguish "I came back mother, I sat at the end of the bed and played these pipes here" he pulls them out from the inside of his tunic, "I came back another time and saw him" he gestures toward the picture frame with his little brother in it.

"I-I'm so sorry Peter" she reaches out for him placing her arms around him cautiously.

Pan was reluctant but his eyes let the flood gates open and the water came rushing down his pale cheeks. His arms unwillingly wrapped around his mothers and his head nestled between her shoulder neck. Heavy breathes from sobbing came from both of them.

I remained silent as the scene had brought me to tears and I knew Pan had always wanted to find peace. He just needed a little faith and a little push. In that moment that hug was real and so were his tears. Pan was a child in a teenagers body and he knew more than anyone that even he needed his mother.