The story goes that Peter Pan never grew up. Most people would think this a blessing- to stay forever youthful and beautiful and innocent- childhood eternal in a playground tailored just for you.
Every year, Peter Pan would visit Wendy. He wouldn't approach, but rather watch her going about her daily activities. If you were to see him in one of these states, you think of him bored and disinterested, as if he was simply doing so as a job.
This could not be farther from the truth. Behind the stoic expression were tears of anguish. There was Wendy, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. Wendy, adjusting the top of her dress to smooth out her chest. Wendy, blushing at her classmate, tucking her hair behind her ear, linking arms with him–
Peter doubled over, a stone in the bottom of his ribcage, threatening to stop his heart. How could he take this torture any longer?
Forever a child, innocent and beautiful. But one often forgets the unbridled emotions childhood brings.
By nature, the child is selfish.
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Without Him
FanfictionSMUT, one-shot An older Wendy Darling returns to Never Land, but is almost immediately captured by Captain Hook. With Peter Pan nowhere in sight, her night is about to take a turn. Cover from @Anxiety Club from Pinterest
