Happy Thoughts (Peter Pan x Reader)

Peter Pan

The pretty (e/c) eyed girl gasped and stumbled back a step as the boy rose up and into her windowsill. The boy wore a sort if elf get-up? A torn green tunic with darker green tights, some boots and that adorable Robin Hood hat. Though surprised, the (h/c) haired girl didn't feel scared at all.

"Who're you?" She asked.

"Peter Pan, that's what they call me!" He smiled down at her, sitting down lazily on her windowsill.

"Uh-huh... What're you doing here?"

"I wanted to hear you tell a story!" He smiled again, a sweet childlike smile that (Y/N) couldn't help but smile back too.

"Well Peter, what story do you want to hear from me?"

"A story about me!" It had been forever since (Y/N) had heard of or seen this character but, seeing him now, she recognised who he was.

"Fair enough. Where do I start?" And so her story began.

"A story has been told for many generations, a story of a boy. He had the sweetest smile, the biggest ego, and the bestest gift. This was a boy, who would never grow up." Peter held a look of Surprise on his face, he hadn't expected her to know all that.

"The day was grim, clouds hid the sky and sun as the Lost Boys paced back and fourth, waiting for their 'mighty leader' to return. He was out on a trip if somesort, an adventure, into a realm different to that of Neverland." By now Peter had come closer and sat on the floor while (Y/N) plopped herself down on her bed. She smiled at his face of wonder, he really hadn't expected this from her.

"As the clouds cleared off and the sun made it's reappearance, Peter Pan flew into the island he called home. The island seemed to smile when he was around and tended to be rather gloomy when he was not, as everybody who meets Peter feels about his presence. He flew into the soft grass in a cliff and called out to the boys, 'Cock-a-doodle-doo!'"

"Good try, but more like this. Cock-a-doodle-doo!" (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle at his outright cheerfulness, even if his ego was taller than Big Ben.

"The Lost Boys all rushed to him, saluting as they waited for his 'orders'. 'Today, we're going to have a treasure hunt boys! First one to find it gets all the booty!' The boys all laughed and high-fived with glee as Peter started the count-down. 'Five, four, three, two, one!' And they were off, faster than the speed if light. The boys all scrambled, giggling with glee and anticipation." Peter rested his chin on his hand as he listened to the (h/c) haired girl speak. He'd never heard such good story-telling in his life.

"Peter sat atop his pile of sparkling treasure with a crown placed upon his head. He waited for the first Lost Boy to stumble upon his cave. Though it took a while, two Lost Boys finally reached Peters cave. The twins scrambled in, seeing Peter and falling into a fit of victory cheering. Peter cheered with them, giving them some treasure before flying up and out of the cave. Though he's never say so aloud, Peter felt blessed to be able to fly, the feeling if the wind through his hair and being able to see the world from a birds eye view was most definitely one if the greatest gifts he could have wanted. Though their day was not the most eventful, Peter Pan and his Lost Boys had had some great fun. Now, all snuggled in, the Lost Boys fell asleep wondering what adventures would await them tomorrow. And Peter, laying peacefully in his hammock, slid his adorable Robin Hood hat over his eyes and planed tomorrow's adventures so he could keep his boys happy." Peter felt obliged to clap. How had she know all this about him? (Y/N), on the other hand, thought it was amazing to finally met her childhood hero.

"That was really good, (Y/N)! You should tell that one to the kids!" (Y/N) sighed.

"Of course. Forgot that Peter Pan is kind of a stalker." She giggled to herself and Peter pouted.

"Stalker!? Well I never!" Peter pretended to sound offended. (Y/N) pointed to Peter.

"Stalker!" She accused before scrambling up and away from Peter. He reached out, trying to grab her feet but failed miserably. Peter fell face first onto the floor. (Y/N) laughed and plucked his hat from his head, instead placing it upon hers. Peter looked up at her from the floor, her gleeful smile and sparkling (e/c) eyes seemed to fit with the Robin Hood styled hat that covered some of her (h/l) (h/c) hair. Peter couldn't help but blush, she was the cutest thing he's ever seen.

"My hat!"

"Catch me if you can!" And it turned I to a giggling game of tag. Peter flew and tried to pry his hat from (Y/N)'s head.

"Nobody steals Pan's hat and lives to tell the tale!" Peter finally grasped his hat and fixed it back onto his head. The (h/c) haired girl giggled, making Peters heart skip a beat.

"Okay, you win!" She laughed, smiling sweetly at the boy in front of her.

"Hey, how old are you?" He didn't know why but Peter wanted to be the same age as her.

"Thirteen." Peter almost sighed with relief.

"(Y/N)? You okay up there?" Felicity, (Y/N)'s step-mother called, clearly worried about all the loud thumps coming from her room.

"I'm fine!" (Y/N) called down, looking over at Peter and smiling softly.

"I really ought to be off, (Y/N). My Lost Boys are waitin' for me. But... I'll come again tomorrow, okay?" The bright (e/c) eyed girl nodded, inpatient for tomorrow night.

"You promise you'll come back tomorrow?" She couldn't risk it, so many people had left her in the past, she didn't want Peter to be one of those people.

"I promise." Peter walked up to (Y/N) and plopped his hat on her head before smiling and running to the window. She waved as the boy flew out of her window. The second star to the right and straight on till morning.