Growing up, something we're all destined to do. Even the boys who would never grow up. At 17, years after the disappearance she cannot recall, Wendy comes face to face with the green eyes that lurk in the corners of her mind. Sweet nothings, gentle childlike pleasure. A chance to remember, a chance to forget. Some say life is the greatest adventure, but what can be found through death?

-:- EDITED -:- Everyone has nightmares, right? Even the sweetest of people, even little girls who were once such dreamers. And eventually--just as all your mothers had told you to halt trails of tears--the nightmares would stop. Such a shame this was not the case of Wendy Darling. Her nightmares grew and grew until they were all that consumed her mind. Her dreamer eyes turned haunted and solemn, as if she had aged a thousand years--her worst fear was coming true: She was growing up. At the peak of her 17th birthday, Wendy was experiencing the silliest of scary dreams. She had been having nightmares about the great Peter Pan. Only this time, the handsome immortal boy she knew and loved is.. growing? He WAS growing. And it hurt him, because it wasn't only himself that grew, but his weakness as well. She needed to get back to Neverland, but how? There was no fairy dust, and she was sure she couldn't remember how to fly, and no happy thoughts came to mind. Just as she had began to give up and let her mind be fried from the dreaded plague of her dreams, the twinkling of bells would begin to turn the gears of fate once more. The adventure begins again. [Peter Pan 2003 Fanfiction] [Enjoy]

oh look a book of mood boards nobody asked for

This is an alternate ending of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. You may have already guessed the story line based off the title... but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy :)

Emma Lockwood is a shy and quiet 17 year old. But she's also a greaser. When one day at school she makes a new friend, she's introduced to the gang and locks eyes with the one and only Darrel Curtis.