Tinkerbelle fluttered just above the treetops of Neverland, her tiny wings beating fast against the humid air. She felt restless, anxious even, and it gnawed at her. For so long, she had been Peter’s faithful companion, his loyal friend in all his wild adventures. But lately, something had changed.

It was that Wendy girl.

Tink’s face twisted in frustration just thinking about her. Wendy had swept in on her grand airship with her brothers and captured Peter’s attention in ways that left Tinkerbelle feeling... small. Peter had always been hers. She had always been by his side, whether he noticed her or not. But now, it was Wendy who was getting all the attention, and that stirred something in Tink that she wasn’t proud of.

It wasn’t the first time Tinkerbelle had felt this way. She knew she had a jealous streak—a hot, sharp thing that boiled up whenever Peter drifted too far from her orbit. She had always been able to laugh it off, though, turn it into mischief, something playful that Peter never took too seriously.

But this time, it was different.

This time, Tink had gone too far.

She buzzed lower, her wings shimmering as she zipped through the leaves, trying to outrun her thoughts. The truth was, she had been petty. Her jealousy over Wendy had driven her to make reckless decisions, and now, those decisions had put Peter in danger. Hook was plotting something, and Tink had wasted precious time with her childish grudges instead of watching out for Peter.

“I should’ve known better,” she muttered under her breath, her tiny fists clenching. “It’s always Hook. Always waiting to pounce when Peter’s distracted.”

Tink had heard whispers among the pirates, catching fragments of their schemes while flitting through their camp. Hook was planning something big. And Peter—carefree, oblivious Peter—was wandering straight into the trap.

Tink’s heart ached at the thought. For all her bravado, for all the times she’d feigned indifference, the truth was simple: she cared about Peter more than anything in the world. She would do anything to protect him, even if it meant putting aside her feelings of jealousy.

She had to make things right. She had to warn him.

With a determined flick of her wings, Tinkerbelle shot upward, darting between the branches. This wasn’t about Wendy, or anyone else. This was about Peter, and if there was one thing Tink knew for certain, it was that she would never let anything happen to him.

The Plan to Save Peter

Tink darted through the dense jungle, weaving between the towering trees of Neverland with a speed that matched her racing thoughts. Hook’s plan was already in motion, and if Peter didn’t know what was coming, they would all be in serious trouble.

But how was she supposed to get Peter to listen? He was always so stubborn, always so sure of himself. The boy who never grew up also never grew out of his recklessness. Tink had seen it too many times before—Peter flying headlong into danger, laughing all the way, only to narrowly escape disaster by some lucky twist of fate.

This time, though, Tink wasn’t going to leave it up to luck.

As she buzzed toward the clearing where she knew Peter and the Lost Boys were, she overheard voices from below—a group of Hook’s pirates gathering near a campfire. Tink slowed her flight, hovering just above a thick cluster of leaves, her sharp eyes focused on the pirates’ movements.

“Captain says we’re gonna take that flying machine from those kids,” one of the pirates grunted, leaning against a log. “The girl’s the key. Once we’ve got her, Pan will come running.”

Tink’s heart raced. Wendy—they were planning to use Wendy to lure Peter into a trap. Of course, Hook would go after Wendy first. Peter was protective of her, more than Tink had ever seen him with anyone else. It was his biggest weakness, and Hook knew it.

“That airship,” another pirate chimed in, “it’ll get us outta these blasted islands once and for all. Captain says we’ll use it to fly outta Neverland. No more being stuck here forever.”

Tink felt a cold knot form in her chest. The pirates were desperate, too. They weren’t just after Peter—they wanted to escape Neverland itself. And if they took the airship, they could take their chaos beyond the island shores.

She didn’t have much time.

Tinkerbelle zipped away before the pirates could catch a glimpse of her, her mind racing faster than her wings. She had to get to Peter, but she couldn’t just blurt it out. Peter would wave her off, thinking she was overreacting, or worse, acting out of jealousy again. No, she had to be clever. She had to get his attention in a way he couldn’t ignore.

As she neared the Lost Boys’ hideout, an idea sparked in her mind. If Peter wouldn’t listen to words, maybe he’d listen to actions.

Tink knew Peter was impulsive, but he wasn’t stupid. He trusted her in his own way, and she had proven herself enough times before. This time, she would prove herself again—not by complaining or warning him outright, but by showing him that Hook’s plan was already underway. If she could stop part of the trap before it was fully sprung, Peter would have no choice but to listen.

Her wings fluttered harder as she formulated her plan. First, she needed to find the airship. Then, she could sabotage Hook’s spies, or at least lead them off course long enough for Peter to see the danger himself. After that, well... Tink had never been one for detailed planning. But if she could get Peter to pay attention, the rest would fall into place.

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With a determined spark in her eyes, Tinkerbelle shot off in the direction of the airship. This wasn’t about Wendy, or jealousy, or pride anymore. This was about saving Peter. And Tink wasn’t going to let anything stand in her way.

Flying Through Danger

Tinkerbelle shot through the air like a comet, her wings buzzing so fast they blurred behind her. The thick canopy of Neverland’s jungle stretched out below, but she barely registered it. Her mind was locked on one goal: stop Hook’s trap before Peter fell into it. Every second felt like it was slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t afford to waste a single one.

She could feel the tension building in the air. The pirates were closing in, and she needed to act quickly. The airship was somewhere on the Lost Boys’ island, but finding it in time, and staying out of sight, would be tricky. Hook’s men were already patrolling the edges of the island, waiting for Peter to wander into their trap. Tink had to stay hidden, or else everything would fall apart.

The thought of Peter, carefree and unaware of the danger, spurred her on. He didn’t know what was coming, and neither did the others. They were always so trusting, always so sure they could handle whatever Neverland threw at them. But this time, Hook’s plan was different. This time, it was serious.

Tink zipped lower, just above the tree line, her sharp eyes scanning for any sign of the pirates. The sun was starting to set, casting long shadows over the island, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before the pirates made their move.

As she darted around a tall cliffside, Tink suddenly spotted movement below—a group of pirates, making their way toward the airship. She hovered just out of sight, her heart racing as she watched them. They were armed, their faces set in grim determination. These weren’t the usual bumbling fools that Peter loved to mock. These men were focused, ready for battle. Hook had chosen them carefully, and that made them dangerous.

Tink’s pulse quickened. If they reached the airship, it would all be over. Peter would rush in to save Wendy, and Hook would have him exactly where he wanted him. She had to act now.

Taking a deep breath, Tink darted down toward the pirates, her wings practically humming with tension. She didn’t have much time to think, but she didn’t need to. All she needed to do was create a distraction—something to throw them off, something to buy Peter and the Lost Boys just a little more time.

Tink shot toward the nearest pirate, her small size giving her the advantage of surprise. Before he could react, she darted past his face, sending him stumbling backward with a startled yell. The pirate swatted at the air, confused, but Tink was already gone, diving between them like a bolt of lightning.

“What in the—” one of the pirates growled, clutching at his hat as Tink zipped by.

She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She had to keep them off-balance, keep them from focusing on their mission. One by one, she darted at them, sending them into a flurry of confusion. She snatched a pirate’s sword from its sheath, whirled it into the trees, and looped back around to knock another’s hat straight off his head.

“Blasted pixie!” one of the pirates bellowed, swinging blindly at the air as Tink danced just out of his reach.

They stumbled after her, trying to track her quick movements, but Tinkerbelle was faster. Her wings buzzed with a fierce determination, and her heart pounded with adrenaline. She couldn’t fight them head-on, but she could outmaneuver them. Every second she kept them occupied was a second closer to Peter realizing the danger.

Just as she was about to dart off again, she heard a voice—louder and clearer than the others. It was Smee, barking out orders to regroup. The pirates had started to regain their focus, shaking off the chaos that Tink had caused.

Her heart sank. She had to get back to Peter now. She’d bought them time, but it wasn’t enough. The pirates were still moving toward the airship, and there was no way she could stop them all.

With one final burst of speed, Tink veered away from the pirates, her wings carrying her back toward the Lost Boys’ camp. She had done all she could. Now it was up to Peter.

Warning Peter

Tinkerbelle’s wings were burning with exhaustion, but she refused to slow down. The jungle blurred past her as she pushed herself to the limit, darting through the branches and weaving between the towering trees. She had to reach Peter. Time was running out.

At last, she burst through the leaves into the familiar clearing where Peter and the Lost Boys were lounging, unaware of the danger creeping toward them. Peter was sitting on a large rock, laughing with Michael and John, completely at ease, as if the world outside his perfect Neverland didn’t exist.

Tink’s heart pounded as she swooped down, buzzing around Peter’s head in a frantic flurry. “Peter! Peter!” she chimed, her voice sharp and urgent, but Peter barely blinked.

“Tink, what’s the fuss?” Peter said, waving her off with a grin. “We’re just having a bit of fun.”

Tink’s frustration boiled over, and she darted in front of his face, her wings buzzing angrily. “No time for fun! Hook is coming! He’s got a plan, Peter, a real plan!”

Peter’s smile faltered, but only slightly. “Hook always has plans,” he said dismissively. “They never work.”

Tink’s tiny fists clenched, her wings trembling with the effort to stay calm. “This time is different, Peter! He’s going after the airship! He’s going after Wendy! You have to listen to me!”

Peter’s expression shifted then, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Tink more closely. “What are you talking about, Tink?”

The desperation in Tinkerbelle’s voice broke through, and Peter stood up, his usual carefree attitude slipping away. Tink could see the moment he realized that this wasn’t one of her usual jealous fits. This was real. This was serious.

“Wendy,” Tink said, her voice softening. “He’s using Wendy as bait. He knows you’ll come for her, and he’s waiting.”

Peter’s jaw clenched. He turned to the Lost Boys, his face set in a way Tink rarely saw. “Get ready, boys. If Hook has a plan then we need one too.”

The Lost Boys scrambled to their feet, their playful demeanor replaced with one of steely determination. Even John and Michael stood up straighter, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. The shift in the air was palpable—this was no longer a game.

“Boys,” Peter said, trying his best to look like a general, “Slightly, Michael, Tootles, you’re coming with me to save Wendy before she’s captured. Everyone else hurry to the airship and get it in the air before the pirates reach it.”

Peter turned back to Tinkerbelle, his expression unreadable for a moment. “Thank you, Tink,” he said quietly, and those few words sent a wave of relief washing over her. For once, Peter wasn’t brushing her off. He wasn’t ignoring her. He had listened.

Tinkerbelle nodded, her wings slowing their frantic beat as she let herself relax, just for a second. “Let’s go, Peter,” she said softly, the urgency still lingering in her voice. “We don’t have much time.”

Peter gave her a sharp nod, and in a flurry of movement, he and the Lost Boys began preparing for the battle ahead. Tink hovered nearby, watching them, her heart still racing but with a new sense of purpose.

She had done it. She had warned Peter. And now, they would face Hook together.

For the first time in a long while, Tinkerbelle felt like she had truly earned her place by Peter’s side