Peter Pan Imagines

The nursery

"I'll check on the little ones on my way out" I told Mr. Sherman.

"Make sure you lock up now y/n" he reminded and exiting the corridors.

I cranked the silver handle and entered the nursery seeing all the snoozing babes. They twitched their feet once in a while and stirred but never woke. I smiled looking at each one going down the rows. Then a creaking sound came to the left and a gust of soft wind blew strands of hair across my face.

"They're adorable aren't they?" A boy questioned softly rocking a baby in his arms.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" I strolled over to him. He couldn't have been but about seventeen years old.

"The backdoor" The boy replied staring down at the baby whose eyes began to open. "I'm Peter Pan"

"There is no backdoor" I informed becoming concerned for the child in his hands.

"Does that even matter?" Pan sneered now looking back at me.

"It does and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to le—l" the babies cooing interrupted me. She reached out a dainty hand to grasp the fabric flaps of pans tunic.

The boy in emerald ragged clothing turned his head back at the child with eyebrows furrowed. "She likes you" I whisper.

For a split second Peter smiled but it fleeted and twisted into a grimace. "No" he says placing her back into the pram. "I prefer the boys" he says.

"Oh?"

"Like this one" Pan reaches in one of the prams next to the girl. He had a bit of brown fuzz on his head and slept with his thumb placed in his mouth.

"Well adoptions are—" the brunettes sudden burst of laughter stopped me and I panicked that the babies would wake but they never did.

"I don't... adopt" Pan says between light chuckles.

"Then what is it you're doing here?" I became frustrated and tired with the adolescent.

Peter Pan ran a hand over the boys forehead gently before placing him back in the crib. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name" he ignores my question.

I sighed as I became sleepier, "y/n" I replied with a yawn.
"Until we meet another night y/n" he grasp my hand and kissed a knuckle backing away towards the window and vanishing. He left nothing in his wake. The window wasn't open either.

Baffled by what I had just seen I dismiss it all as a dream and at this point that's all I wanted it to be. A chill went through me as I locked the door and left the building.

Unbeknownst to y/n Pan had come back and stood over the boy he just moments ago. "We meet at last little Rumple. Neverland awaits its prince" he whispers with a joyous smirk.

AN: I didn't even think of the rumple part until I got in the middle of it lol. I had a little fun writing this. Pan being himself even when holding a sweet child.