Okay, so I was never going to make this fanfiction. But hey, I have so many fanfictions already…and I love Peter Pan. So much. I have such a bad obsession with it, I couldn't not write about it. Obviously it will get rated M later on, but I don't want that to be everything. Not like in my Hunger Games fanfiction (and it's not everything in that story either but Katniss and Peeta do do it a lot)
This fanfiction is gunna be hopefully, a good one. I don't know where I'm going with it, so bear with me.
Also, here is Peters dream from the previous chapter:
watch?v=CtMAe1zSsbQ
It was a deleted scene. I just found it, and you've probably already seen it, but if not go ahead and click it and watch my words come to life..yay…
Read on.
Peter didn't really think through his plan. Did he really expect that Wendy would leave her life behind so simply? No, it was not that simple. Wendy was nearly seventeen, in a few short weeks her life would be changed forever as she was sent to her final year of schooling. In Spain.
This was a very prestigious boarding school her parents had picked out for her, and if Peter had not come through the nursery window that night Wendy would have no confliction on leaving. But, her plans were scattered all over the floor now, as Peter begs her return to Neverland. He has no idea the predicament he was putting her through.
"You can't possibly ask me to throw my life away," Wendy stutters, tracing the planes and lines of his hand. They sat on the floor next to the fire, a lovely young woman wearing a white night gown with a porcelain face, and a masculine young man with wild golden hair and an attire of leaves and vines. He spoke of the earth, and she spoke of society.
"I would never dare suggest you do such a thing," Peter retorts, offended at her statement. "I simply ask you join me. Stay by my side, or I shall never be happy again."
"You don't know what kind of situation that puts me in!" Wendy exclaims. Peter looks at her, confused, innocent eyes gazing at her in curiosity and adoration.
Wendy continues, "I want more than anything for you to be happy, but I cannot give up my future here, in this world, only for that. I have a life being made for me, if I leave my family…they will not think highly of me," she says, voice growing softer. Oh, but Peter has matured enough to know what he wants, and to know exactly how to prove his decision to bring her back was the right one.
"You want for me to be happy more than you want to keep your ladylike status in this family," Peter answers her softly. "You said anything." He gives her that cocky smirk she has come to dream about many times over the years. Oh how she missed that smirk. It would keep him ageless for hundreds of years despite how he grew.
Yes, Peter had grown.
"Why do you suppose you've aged, you haven't for years prior. Why now?" Wendy questions, not most anticipating his answer but his thoughts. She did not expect him to understand why or how he had grown.
"I think the island is trying to tell me something," Peter murmurs, looking into the fire. Wendy is surprised at his answer, surely he was more intelligent than she had imagined. She feels guilty in realizing this; because she knows Peter is intelligent, but the reason he was in Neverland…has always been a mystery. It wasn't questioned, because it shatters the illusion of perfection. There is no magic where there is an explanation.
"What do you mean?" she questions, glad to be off the subject of her leaving England. He takes in a deep breath and thinks for a moment.
"I don't know much about why I'm there," he starts, "But I know more than I thought I did. Which I don't really understand…I really only started realizing things after you left…"
Wendy thinks about what he says, starting to put some pieces together, but she keeps her lips sealed until he is finished explaining.
"I know that the island needs me. I know that if I'm not there, it goes into a cold, freezing winter. And when I'm gone, the time is different. I've only been away from the island a few hours, but there it has probably been around a week. Sometimes, though, I'll return after a few days and it will have only been a few hours there. The time ranges change, and it confuses me," he stops, thinking more.
"You've stayed in this world for days at a time?" Wendy asks, finally giving up the resistance. She wanted to be closer to him. She missed him so, it was unfair that he stays so far away and not have her in his arms every moment they were together. She scoots closer to him and leans her head into his shoulder, and surprisingly he just sighs and wraps his arms around her, holding tightly.
"I've missed you, I'm sorry I stayed away so long. I wanted to come sooner, but I had no way of knowing how long I had really been gone because of the time changing. It only felt like weeks to me." He looks away from her, into the fire once more. She can see Peter doing this every night. Staring blankly into a fire, daydreaming. He had not continued to have his adventures after she left. That was the one thing keeping her happy all these years, knowing he must be having so much fun. But he wasn't. What was she supposed to make of this?
"I think I know why you've grown," Wendy whispers after a few moments of silence. He looks down at her expectantly. She continues, "You didn't grow in Neverland because you wanted only to be a boy. But after I'd gone you thought maybe you wanted something more. But being so young, you couldn't understand what it was. Once you started to grow, things became clearer," Wendy says, only thinking out loud. Her statements had no validation, but one answer was better than none. What Peter says next makes her chuckle a bit. He was not serious; despite any pain he's been caused.
"I suppose this suits me. I look far better than as a child," he grins.
"Oh, the attractiveness of you," Wendy giggles. He looks down at her and smiles widely.
"I know that won't be enough to convince you," he kisses her lips softly, "but there must be something else I can do," he urges, kissing her once more. This feeling is so strange; he has never felt these feelings towards another before. He has never known what it felt like to want.
Wendy pulls away and takes a breath, thinking everything over.
"What will happen the longer you're away?" Wendy asks, considering every option. Even Peter staying here, with her.
"I don't know…" he whispers softly. "I have never left permanently."
"You say the island needs you?" Wendy remembers.
"It does. Without me it is cold, barren. The plants will not grow, the sun will not shine. Its creatures can survive, but not forever." The idea of this terrifies Wendy. She thinks of all the precious lives surviving on that island. Already, they could have been in the freezing cold for a week simply so Peter could visit with Wendy for a night.
"Are you sure they're in the middle of winter right now?" she asks. He shrugs.
"On the nights that I come to hear stories I only stay for an hour or so. Winter has not started yet by the time I return. It's a game of chance, and changing."
"Where is Tinkerbell?" Wendy asks. To this Peter laughs.
"Outside the door, probably peeking through the keyhole. I have told her to stay out of the room, on account of her jealousy," he grins, rubbing her shoulder. Wendy laughs slightly, remembering and missing the little fairy, so full of life.
"She has much character," she comments. "You ought to keep her."
"I never considered otherwise."
After this Wendy and Peter fall silent, both of them thinking of alternative lifestyles. They sit in the silence for several moments, just relishing in the feel of being in each other's company once more. In each other's arms.
"Come away with me," Peter whispers in her ear, shattering the silence. She closes her eyes and sighs in frustration, confusion and grief swelling up inside of her. Peter doesn't have it in him to enchant her with mermaids like he once did; he has nothing to promise her but a life of eternal youth. A life with him. He just hopes with all of his being that it is enough to convince her.
Ooo_ooO
Sunlight pours through the open window, and the loud sound of banging irritates Wendy, waking her. Her brothers have woken, and now so must she. They are neither courteous nor quiet in the mornings.
Peter is still fast asleep beside her, broad shoulders lifting and falling. She scratches at her skin, the leaves of his attire irritating and itching her. They were pressed tightly together, her head tucked into his neck. He had his arms wrapped around her protectively. It seemed as though he was never going to release her, keep her save in his arms where nothing in the world could harm her. This is what Peter wanted, to keep her forever.
He sure has grown. He looks as though he could past for one of her own age. He was so much older, thicker. She knows that she was very much attracted to him four years ago, but now as they lie in this bed together she can't get rid of those pesky little hormones that ravaged her heart. She has never craved Peters love more than this very moment.
But the very sound of the word love offended him. And that hurt her.
She shook him, and he jolted awake, sitting up quickly, his leaves leaving red lines against her delicate cream skin as they scratched her.
"I wasn't sleeping!" he mumbles incoherently. He rubs his eyes and looks down at the woman beside him, grinning tiredly at her appearance.
"Yes, you were sleeping," she corrects, making an attempt to tame his wild curls. But it could not be done, and she gave up, satisfied with his appearance. He simply continues to smile at her. She grins back and they take in the morning.
But after a moment Peters grin disappears, and he turns away from her awkwardly, facing the other direction with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed. Wendy moves forward, wrapping her arms around him.
"What's the matter?" she asks softly, rubbing his shoulder.
"Uhh," he looks down awkwardly, standing and flying to the window at a faster speed than she could've imagined.
"Peter!" she gasps. "Don't go! I'm not ready for you to go yet," Wendy runs to him, gripping his arm and pulling him away from the window as if he were to throw himself to his death life a normal human being would if they were standing on a windowsill. He turns his back to her, and the look on his face seemed almost embarrassed.
"I won't leave," he says. "I wasn't going to leave, don't worry," he assures.
"Then where were you going?" she questions dubiously, heart pounding from such excitement so early in the morning.
"I just need a moment," he says quietly, not turning towards her still. Wendy is silent, and Peter feels bad for scaring her like he just had. He decides to be merciful, despite how embarrassing it is to admit what he is about to admit.
"This weird thing happens with me every morning," Peter explains, turning towards her. She looks at him with a questioning expression. This is when he notices he is at least a full six inches taller than her. He sighs, cheeks turning pink with a hot rush of blood. He points to his crotch. "It grows."
Wendy looks down curiously, and when she looks back up at him her reaction is not at all what he expected it to be. She was laughing. His cheeks grow hotter.
"It's not funny!" he defends.
"No! You're right it's not funny, it's just surprising how much you were never taught," she says, her giggles dying down. He just waits for her to continue. "It's normal for it to grow. Especially in the morning. It happens to every man."
"Man…" Peter echoes with sadness in his voice. He looks down at the floor and Wendy notices that his morning wood as gone.
"Boys too. It happens to males, I should say," she corrects herself, hoping to help him cope with newly ascertaining his true size. He nods.
"It happened to you before I met you right?" Wendy asks.
Peter nods. "Yes, but it happens more now. During the day, during the night, in the morning…" he trails off, obviously this was the most vulnerable he's ever been. Wendy hugs him tightly, and he runs his fingers through her long honey hair.
"Don't you worry a bit, Peter. Everything happening is normal," she assures. He sighs, obviously relieved.
"Good," he says to her.
"Don't be embarrassed, either," she adds, pulling back to look at him. She thinks of another thing, questioning on whether or not she should say it out loud. She decides not to but Peter sees the thoughts flickering across her features.
"What is it?" he asks.
"Oh, it's nothing," she smiles, releasing her grip on him and starting to straighten out the sheets on the bed. She thinks about how she had been with Peter last night. To lie with a boy, or man…it was something she had never considered possible. She was a lady of class, and was not to lie with a man until her wedding night. But, then again all she and Peter did was sleep.
"Tell me," he demands, taking her hands captive and holding them to his heart. "I have not kept anything from you. I was honest. You must be too," he says firmly. She sighs, melting under his words and his face. His will to take charge.
"You know…when it grows…that you can touch it…right?" she says. She has never spoken of things of this sort before. Only has she touched her own self a few times, and knows what it is her body can do. But she doesn't find it in her interest to do it often, it brings her too close to the brink of insanity, and she misses Peter too much when she does. It hurts her heart to know he cannot be there with her. But now, I guess that isn't a problem.
"Touch it?" he retorts, expression dubious. "Was I not able to touch it before?"
"That's not what I mean…" Wendy trails off, not sure how she could explain this. "Touch it after it has grown and you'll feel pleasure. The best pleasure ever known to mankind," she says, "and womankind," she adds with a blush. He looks down curiously. It's obvious he didn't know this.
"Odd," he shrugs. To this Wendy can't help but laugh.