Neverland's Little Princess (Peter Pan's Sister) ON HIATUS

Nothing Goes According To Plan

Hi yes it's me after like five years of hiatus. I'm so sosososososoooooo sorry I just reaaaaaaaalllllyyy lost inspiration on this story a while ago, but I recently had kind of a bit of an epiphany about what I might like the lost boys to look like two there's a chance I might just edit the story all over with my new lost boys cast, as I am editing my other stories, who knows.

But I thought at the very least, I should finally publish the chapter that I've literally have been working on for the past 6 years. It's unedited, choppy, rushed, shitty AF, but it's here. And it ends with.....well....

I'll explain later. But until then....

PLEASE ACCEPT THIS TRASH!

(PS: you'll see a bunch of typos. Again, this is rough af. Please deal. Thank you 🙏🏾)

"No!!! No Peter, stooopp!!!!"

Pan grinned as he continued to tickle her sides. "I never heard you say 'please,'" he teased lightly.

Lilia giggled, tying to squirm away. "Please!!!" She exclaimed gleefully.

It'd been about a little over a year since they'd first met and Pan had came to visit her every day since. He was a very confusing boy, Lilia found—he claimed not to like girls, yet he seems to be fond of herself. Maybe it was due to how Peter had told her that day that he knew her parents very well. He still hadn't told her how.

It didn't really matter to Lilia though—she'd gained a new friend out of the encounter and had been happier than she'd ever felt before. Now she didn't dread leaving the house during her parents arguments or play sessions (it was always one of the two, nothing else), because she found someone to play with herself; someone to talk to, and tell her all the neat stories about Neverland.

Ahh, Neverland—Lilia thought it sounded like a fantastic place. Yet, Peter refused to bring her there, much to her disappointment. He promised that one day, when she was a bit older, he would for sure. Regardless of the fact, Lilia asked him everyday if today was the day they'd leave; and each day he would respond with the same thing—a laugh, a pat on he head and a soft "not yet, bean," a nickname she'd been given due to her strenuous growth patterns.

Lilia would always pout. She wouldn't miss her parents—they were boring and mean—and she doubted they would miss her much either.

But Peter did promise her, and he assured her that he never broke his promises. Lilia believed him too—she'd never had a person to trust before but Peter never let her down. And somehow, she knew he never would.

Peter finally stopped tickling her and she shoved him, causing the teen to chuckle. He sat back, giving her one of his infamous mischievous smiles.

"I heard," he said, "that it's a very special someone's birthday today." He smiled brightly as Lilia gasped in delight.

"You remembered?!?" She asked happily, bouncing up and down in glee.

Peter laughed. "Of course I remembered," he said heartily. "Who could forget such a special little girl's birthday?"

Lilia didn't miss a beat. "Mama and Papa," she answered, cause it was true; Lilia had asked when her birthday was around three years old and they told her—five months after the fact. They never celebrated and even if they did remember, they never seemed to care enough to show it.

Peter's smile fell instantly and he looked deeply annoyed. He always looked like that whenever Lilia mentioned her parents. She never knew why, but never cared enough to ask. She wasn't really fond of them either anyways.