All you need is faith and trust!

Hello I'm Peter Pan! I'm sure you've heard of me, most people have. Wait, you haven't? Well that's okay, my friend Wendy can tell you alllllll about me, she's the best story teller there is and y'know why? Because all her stories are about me! I like making friends, unless you're a grown up, there's no room for grown ups in Neverland and pirates too, all pirates are codfish. Especially ones named Hook! ~independent rper~

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Wendy looked like a puppy at a window as she watched the boy spin and kick and fly around what used to be a boring room. "Hmm" she said under her breath. Something about Peter was so dreamy, something about him stuck. When he brought up Tink, Wendy had to refrain from looking at the pixie who most likely would be doing a cut throat death threat. "Right" her voice was coy. As Peter brought up Neverland Wendy's eyes grew wide. She spun around in a circle clasping her hands together. "Can we, Peter? You really mean it?" She sat down close to him and placed her chin in her hands. Gazing upon the boy as he spoke.

[greatestboy]

"Of course we can! You remember what to do right? Faith, trust and pixie dust!" He counted them off on his fingers as he spoke then placed his fists back on his hips. "Oh yeah, and happy thoughts, can't forget those, those are real important." Peter began to walk over to the window where Tink was hiding behind the curtain but as soon as he reached for her, she darted around the room in protest. Peter jumped around trying to grab her, but Tink was the one thing that was just a little too fast for him.

"Aw c'mon Tink, don't be like that! Wendy really likes you a whole lot, don't you Wendy?" Peter jumped around the room some more, swiftly flying after Tink and bouncing off walls in the process of it. When he was starting to get closer, he reached for his hat and caught her inside of it. She thrashed around inside, begging to be released. 

"Hey hey stop that! You know I'll let you out! We just need som pixie dust first! Just a little bit. You'll do that won't you? For me?" Peter slowly opened up his hat and looked inside, giving Tink his puppy dog eyes that he knew she couldn't say no to. She rolled her eyes and flew out, dancing around over Wendy's head, then zooming out the window in a flash. 

"Alright Wendy! Make sure you have that happy thought now!" Peter jumped to the window then turned around reaching his hand out for Wendy. 

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Wendy's gaze had focused in on an old bedtime story she used to reenact with Nana every night for the boys. Wendy would put her hand out and Nana, being as smart as she was would grab it and they would trot away together. Wendy was in such deep thought about her old story telling days that she hadn't noticed the window crack open. Suddenly she felt a cold grip on her should and jolted away subconsciously. Her face in fear turned into a wide grin. Wendy had stood up from the ground and attacked Peter in a hug. "Oh Peter!" She cried, "My stories? Oh-" a slight pause in hesitation caused Wendy another strike of sadness, but this was overcome by Peter's presence. "They are as new as could be! Recently I made one up about Nana and Michael! The story takes place in Neverland although i'm not quite sure how that would work since our house would need to be transported over to Neverland. I do believe that could happen though, don't you think? But then again it would-" Wendy stopped herself and smirked at Peter. In a playful tone she cried "girls do talk to much!" Then caressed Peter again in a hug. "I've missed you, Peter," her tone grew a bit softer.

[greatestboy]

Peter wobbled backward a little when Wendy embraced him in a hug, but quickly regained his balance. He should have braced himself for a reaction like this since it had been so long since he'd seen his friend. Peter laughed and hugged her back. He then fluttered away and sat cross-legged on top of the Darling's toy chest that was placed at the foot of Wendy's bed. He leaned his head in his hand and smirked as Wendy went on and on as she always did when she told her stories. He really missed hearing a good story and couldn't wait for the Lost Boys to hear this one. 

Peter jumped up again, wagged his finger and laughed, "You got that right!" Then Wendy was  hugging him again and Peter's face had a slight tint of red. "Oh yeah, I missed you too," he said before breaking the hug. He spotted a ball lying on the floor of the room and soared over to it, kicking it up in the air repeatedly with his foot like a pro soccer player as he talked."The Lost Boys miss you a lot too Wendy! Even Tink misses you! Right Tink?" He looked over at Tink, who was trying to blend in behind the curtains that were draped around the window, and smirked at her. She revealed her face from behind the curtain briefly, but only to stick her tongue out at Peter then went back to hiding. Peter did the same to her then shrugged before returning his attention to Wendy.

"Say Wendy! That story of yours, I bet the Lost Boys would love to hear it!" He stopped kicking the ball and stood there, his hands on his hips and his legs parted in his signature stance. 'Why don't you come back to Neverland and tell them about it?" 

[peterwecanfly-blog]

@Peter

Wendy had been distraught ever since Peter had dropped her off home. Her life wasn’t the same, the adventure was gone and her stories began to fall flat. She opened her window quietly, trying to not wake Michael and John. She leaner her head out into the cold and closed her eyes. When she closed her eyes she imagined Neverland, Peter, even Tink and wished she could go back. She felt a cold breeze blow through her hair, separating a big curl into several small ones. Something in the air was different, she felt the presence of someone. Her hopes grew high but after a minute of what could be classified as joy she grew sad, knowing what she hoped couldn’t be true.

[greatestboy]

Peter lounged in his hammock behind a bearskin curtain playing his little pan flute. Things were quiet in Neverland lately, Captain Hook must have been getting lazy. Either that or he'd given up, and if he gave up, well there would be no fun in bugging him. The lost boys had been begging him for new stories from Wendy all week, but each time they'd ask Peter would just shake his head. "There are no more stories! Wendy's sad." But now even Peter was growing restless without hearing Wendy's stories, they always had been his favorite. 

With a lot of convincing and finally some force, Peter dragged Tink along with him, telling her it was a "new adventure" but she knew Peter too well and knew exactly where he was dragging her. She didn't like it one bit. Peter discretely flew through the sky trying not to be seen. He really wanted to surprise Wendy. He saw her staring out her window and hid in a nearby tree. When she finally turned away from the window with a saddened look on her face, Peter flew toward her window and placed a hand on her shoulder. 

"Hey Wendy, why the sad face?!" He grinned his widest grin, placing his hands on his hips and standing right in her window frame. "Don't tell me you've run out of stories to tell? The Lost Boys are counting on you!"

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[greatestboy]

They're always so happy to see me!

[rxfinxd]

Love this song :)

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[greatestboy]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

dinosaurs DUH!