Fantasies Come True

Chain Letter - Peter Pan

Fantasies Come True

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters but I own some of the ideas. This was inspired by these posts I've been seeing like "Repost and *insert character here* will appear in your bedroom" and things like that. All the ideas and characters will be in this one book, but the stories won't be connected. They will all be more than one chapter long, because I want relationships to develop instead of being instant like in my one shots, and stories of the same series will have the same title.

Chain Letter – Peter Pan

You lied in bed, eyes glued to the dim light emanating from the screen of your cell phone. You held your phone in one hand while the thumb of your other was scrolling through the recent pins appearing on your Pinterest feed. This was how you calmed yourself down and woke yourself up. You'd spend a good half hour browsing the recent posts, and if you felt like you needed more pictures of attractive men from TV shows, you would search for your current favorite actor or character.

Thanks to your recent love of Once Upon a Time, most of your Pinterest feed was filled with photos and GIFs of Peter Pan, Captain Hook, and Prince Charming. You'd never had a crush on any of those characters before Once, but now that they were played by attractive actors, you were happy to conform.

The last pin you saw had a picture of Pan, complete with his dark eyes and sinister grin, with the caption, "Repin and this boy will appear in your bedroom to take you to Neverland." You didn't believe it, of course, but you never passed up an excuse to pin pictures of Robbie Kay, and it was a funny idea.

When you awoke the next morning, there was a soft weight settled over your torso and a warmth pressed against your side. It took you a minute to realize that this was a not a normal happening upon waking up. Your eyes widened as you turned your head to face the intruder of your apartment and, more importantly, your bed.

Beside you was a very familiar boy with sandy blond hair and lightly tanned skin. You would recognize his peaceful face anywhere, and the scrap of dark emerald shirt that was visible from beneath your feather comforter only confirmed your suspicions.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, a million questions running through your head. Was this really Robbie Kay? Or, more perplexing – was it really Peter Pan? Why was he in your bedroom? How did he get into your apartment? How had you slept through whatever methods he used to find you?

Your staring woke him, and he let out a soft yawn, snuggling closer against you. His arms tightened around your waist as his green eyes fluttered open, his head lifting to look at you.

Instead of his signature smirk, a soft, genuine smile fell on his lips. He seemed to be at peace with his current position, his head nestled into your neck and his arms secured around your waist, one leg tangled between yours as he basically trapped you in your own bed.

"Good morning," he mumbled softly, and you tried not to melt at the silkiness of his sleepy voice.

"What are you doing in my apartment?" you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He chuckled and raised himself up, using one arm to support his weight. "You wished for me."

You stared at him incredulously? "I did what?"

His other hand found your cheek, cupping it and gently tracing patterns on your skin. You tried not to lean into his touch.

"Last night, did you, what's the word, repost a picture of me that said doing so would end with me coming to your home to take you away?"

Your eyes widened. "That stuff's not real. It was a joke. I reposted it because it was funny."

His smile fell. "So you did not want me to visit you?"

"I didn't mean that," you replied softly. What more could you say? Were you really going to confess your love to a fictional character? Though, you supposed, if he was lying in your bed, he wasn't really fictional, was he?

"How are you here?" you inquired. "I thought you were just a character from a TV show."

"Many of your 'TV shows' are real," he explained. "I'm one of them. Neverland is real, too."

"Really?" you breathed.

He nodded, his smile returning. "I would love to take you there. That's why I'm here. You shared the photo of me, which called me to your home. But, if I'm honest, I was interested in you long before that."

"What do you mean?" you wondered, sitting up so that you were eye-level with him. "How could you be interested in me?"

"Because those characters are real, we can hear when people are talking about us. It's like praying to an angel. Once you say their name, they know you're talking about them. So every time you've mentioned my name, I've been alerted. I like to keep an eye on my fans. They amuse me. But you... You intrigue me."

You felt a rush of embarrassment at the thought of him listening to you fangirl over the Neverland episodes. Could your favorite characters really hear whenever you spoke of them? Part of you hoped not. That could be humiliating. But part of you was flattered that you managed you catch his attention in return.

"How do I intrigue you?" you asked. His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb brushing across your skin. You finally gave in to the fluttering in your belly, tilting your head to lean into his hand. His skin felt amazing against yours.

"You always defend me," he mused. "I'm not exactly a nice person, especially in regards to the show. Yet I'm still your favorite."

You felt your blush returning. "I kind of have a thing for villains."

He chuckled, leaning in close and resting his forehead against yours. "I've checked in on you a few times. I've flown to your window during the night and watched you. A couple of times you were asleep, but most of the time you were watching my show on your... that," he paused, gesturing to your laptop which sat sleeping on your desk. "I always thought that you were beautiful, and cute, and I wanted to know you."

A small smile fell on your lips. "Really?"

He dipped his head, nudging your nose with his. You tilted your head up curiously, but before you could question him, he pressed his lips to yours. You gasped softly against his mouth before returning the kiss. The hand on your cheek slid back to tangle in your hair, tugging gently, keeping you close.

"Remind me to always repost pictures of you," you giggled. He chuckled against your lips before kissing you again.

"Maybe I should just stay here so you don't have to wait for me to come back," he mused.

"I like that idea," you agreed with a soft nod. You fell back against your pillows with Pan hovering above you. The hand that wasn't in your hair came to rest beside your head, holding up his weight as he showed you just how interested in you he was.