Pregnancy Pendulum
Request for jetameravenrogue
A/N: So I didn't get to the actual child being born, but if you like I would be happy to write a sequel to include that part.
"Hello there I was reading many of your x reader one shots and I must say that I have absolutely loved them. My favorite so far is the "One Upon a Time x Reader One Shots". It's always a bit hard for me to find good story's that have Peter Pan in them and that are well , I was wondering if you could possibly make a peter Pan one shot in which Pan and the reader have a heated night which leads them to have a child born in Neverland. If it's alright with you of course you don't have to if you don't want to. Hope you have/had a good day."
There was something wrong with you. For weeks now, you'd felt a strong uneasiness in your belly. Whatever you ate before bed always crawled back up your throat by the next morning. Your movements were slow, and you were so nauseous that you could hardly spar with the boys, which was one of your favorite pastimes. They had all taken notice of your sudden illness, and every one of them was as stumped as you were.
There was no sickness in Neverland. Time didn't move, and people didn't age. How could you have possibly gotten ill on an island where time didn't exist?
Desperate for answers, you sat beneath a tree on a hill that overlooked Mermaid Lagoon. It had become your personal thinking space shortly after your arrival in Neverland, and the boys knew better than to bother you while you were nestled in the shade, lost in thought. What was wrong with you? You spent what felt like hours shifting through every possible cause in your head. You hadn't eaten anything poisonous – and even if you had, all of your vomiting would have purged the poison from your system. It certainly wasn't your cooking, otherwise the boys would be suffering alongside you. You drank more water than the rest of the islanders combined, so dehydration couldn't be a factor. You were fit and spent your free time going for jogs or sparring with the boys, so your health wasn't a concern.
One final possibility skipped through your mind, but you shook it away. It simply couldn't be. Not in Neverland, where time stood still and all residents remained the same age as when they first set foot on the island. Even if it were possible, Pan would never hear of it. You'd be kicked off the island for sure, regardless if you were its Mother.
Mother. That word didn't sound so endearing as you pondered the final potential cause if your recent sickness.
There was only one way to find out. Only one other female resided in Neverland, and though she may have lost her wings, she might still have enough magic to determine the cause of your illness.
Tinkerbell.
A deep sigh tumbled from your lips as you climbed the rotting wooden steps that led to the ex-fairy's treehouse. Knocking lightly on the door, your bit your lip, contemplating whether or not coming to her was a good idea.
The blonde's features had been set in a scowl once she heard a knock at her door, but upon seeing your friendly face, her expression softened, and she stepped back to let you in. You climbed the final step and shuffled inside, watching as Tinkerbell closed the door behind you.
"What brings you here?" she inquired softly, sitting on her bed. She gestured for you to have a seat in a wooden chair, which you accepted.
"I need your help," you replied simply.
She tilted her head curiously, silently urging you to continue.
You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes for a moment. Opening them, you looked directly at the blonde. "I've been sick. I know sickness is relatively unheard of on the island, outside of poison or a spell, but I've been nauseous for weeks and I can't fathom the cause. I spent the entirety of yesterday going through every possible cause I could think of, and I found one… But it's even more insane than simply getting sick, and it would certainly get me kicked off the island."
Tinkerbell furrowed her brow. "What do you think it is?"
Chewing your lip, your eyes darted around the room before landing on her concerned face. "I think I'm pregnant."
Her eyes widened. "That is definitely something. Are you sure? I didn't even think any of the boys were old enough."
With a blush on your cheeks, you softly admitted, "It was Pan."
She stifled a smirk. "So, he does have a soft side."
Your blush deepened. "With me, I suppose he does. But I don't know if he'd still want me around if he found out – assuming it's possible, and true."
"I understand," she nodded. "I don't have much magic left, but I do have a spell."
She rose from her seat and rummaged through the drawer of her bedside table, producing a long chain and a sparkling crystal. Turning to you, she stated, "I'll need you to lie down."
You complied, lying down on her bed, watching as she knelt down beside you. Hooking the crystal into the chain, she suspended it above your abdomen.
"This is old magic," she explained. "I assisted a witch back when I was a fairy, and she thanked me by giving me this. She enchanted it to tell whether or not a woman is with child. You hold the chain still over your stomach, and if it begins to swing, there's a baby."
You held your breath as you watched the crystal, hanging stiffly above you. For a moment, you thought nothing would happen, but just as you exhaled, the chain stirred. It began to swing, slowly at first, before it whirled in a circle across your entire belly.
You shared a cautious glance with Tinkerbell. "How in the world am I going to tell Pan?"
Your nerves were eating away at you as you shuffled back to camp. Pan glanced up immediately upon your arrival, dismissing Felix mid-conversation to teleport to your side.
"I was concerned," he informed you, resting a hand on your lower back. "I didn't know where you'd gone."
"I went to see Tinkerbell," you admitted quietly, glancing around to see if any of the boys were listening in.
He raised a brow. "The fairy? Why?"
You chewed your lip. "I need to talk to you."
He saw the fear in your eyes and it worried him. With a snap of his fingers, you were in the seclusion of his tent, which was enchanted to be soundproof so that the boys could not disturb him.
"What's this about?" he inquired, sitting on his bed and pulling you down beside him. With a deep breath, you explained how you'd been sick and had gone to Tinkerbell for help. You told him of her witch friend and her magic crystal, and how it had reacted to your body. When he remained still and expressionless, you began to panic, promising to leave Neverland and never return, to raise the baby by yourself if that was what he wanted.
Arms wrapping warmly around your back interrupted your rambling, and you stared at the brunet in confusion and surprise.
"You're pregnant," Pan stated, as though he were trying to wrap his head around the words.
You nodded hesitantly. "Yes. I don't know how, I mean I didn't think it was possible here… But yes."
He pulled back just enough to gaze into your eyes, keeping his hands on your shoulders. "There will be no talk of you leaving the island. The boys still need their Mother, and now that you're going to be a real mother… I want you as close as possible. You are to never leave my side. Whatever you need, you will have."
Your heart warmed at his words. Being kind was difficult for Pan – he was used to being rough and strict with the boys, letting them do what they wanted and not caring if they got hurt. But you were different. He knew you could handle yourself, but watching you break an arm or slice open your leg made him cringe. He despised seeing you hurt or upset.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest. You'll need it."
You nodded, shifting to lie down. "Are you busy?"
He raised a brow, pausing before he replied, "I can put Felix in charge. Why?"
A blush dusted your cheeks. "I… I wanted you to lay down with me."
A small smile twitched at his lips. He left the tent, presumably to alert Felix that he was in charge for the rest of the night. Within moments, he returned, lying down beside you and letting you curl into his side. You fell asleep warm and safe in his arms, knowing that you could deal with your situation tomorrow.