Request: Imagine being a very tense person. You are the opposite of Peter, where he has no care in the world while you do. Peter helps you by teaching you how to not be so tense about everything. Something bad happens and you’re like “I told you so”, but then everything turns out fine, and he’s like “I told you so”. Please and thank you. 😊
“Hey! Alec, don’t do that, you can get hurt!” You warned a younger Lost Boy who was dangling carelessly from a tree.
“Let the boy play,” Peter shrugged off the dangers of the boy’s actions.
“He could get hurt, Pan.”
Peter only shrugged. “If he does, then he learns his lesson, but he won’t get hurt.”
You rolled your eyes at him, not replying. You were the overly-caring mother on Neverland. Always watching out, always tense about everything. You never wanted anyone to get hurt or injured. You always tended to those who did. But nonetheless, you were extremely tense unlike Peter.
“Oh! Kip, don’t play with swords! It’s real and can hurt you or someone else,” you panicked, running to the boy with a huge iron sword. You took it out of his hands, setting it down against a tree.
“Pan!” Kip complained. “She took my sword!”
Peter rolled his eyes, getting up from his spot. “Come with me, Y/N.” He grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the playful Lost Boys.
“Where are we going?” You asked, tensing up your body.
“I’m going to teach you how to relax and be careless for once,” Peter scoffed.
You looked at him, skeptic. He didn’t understand. If you weren’t careful, you could get hurt. That’s how it worked. Play dangerously, and someone will get injured. You couldn’t stand seeing others hurt, even if it was an accident. It always pained you to see someone in any kind of pain. So the best way to prevent was to be overly cautious.
“But Pan…” You whined.
“Relax, Y/N. It’ll be fine.”
Peter took you to this ledge on Neverland. Below was water slamming onto the side on the cliff. You gulped at the sight. What did Peter have planned?
“We’re going to play tag,” he simply said. You gave him a confused look. “We’re going to run around this cliff, and play tag.”
“No, Pan, one of us could fall and get hurt or die.” You explained to him.
Peter shook his head at you. He didn’t reply. Instead he tagged you and ran towards the ledge. You ran after him, calling his name and telling him to get away from the edge.
“Tag me, Y/N. C’mon, you can do it!” Peter urged. You chased him, huffing out air.
You eventually tagged him and he started chasing you. You let loose, having fun. You started laughing and becoming careless. You forgot about the cliff, and chased Peter around until you tagged him. You two continued doing this for a while until you tripped and fell off the cliff.
You screamed as you grabbed onto a big rock sticking out. It was a few feet down from where you just were. There you dangled, screaming and crying already. You could die. Your life could end right now if you let go, and didn’t want that. You feared death so much.
“Peter!” You cried out. “I told you so! I told you someone could get hurt!” Your voice shook along with your body.
“Relax, I got you.”
To answer your question, Peter swooped down and lifted you up. He flew back to the top of the cliff, setting you down. You were perfectly safe and didn’t get hurt.
“I told you so,” Peter looked at you. “You didn’t get hurt, and you had fun.”
“You had fun, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, okay? Get that through your head. Nothing will harm you as long as I’m around, and I’m always around. Even if you can’t see me. I’m the trees, the wind, the dirt. I am everywhere and everything. You won’t get hurt on my watch.”
You took to heart what Peter said. He was being sincere for once. You felt safe.
“O-Okay…” You mumbled. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. Let’s get back to the Lost Boys, yeah? And have fun. Don’t be too tense. Let loose like you did with me right now.”
You nodded your head. You lifted your arms up for Peter to take. He rolled his eyes, already knowing what you meant. He picked you up, carrying you back to the Lost Boys.