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Fairy Harp

Peter Pan dragged his Keyblade, Fairy Harp, in the mud behind him. It wasn't raining anymore, but the terrain was soft and the Fairy Harp was leaving a trail in it. Willing himself along, Peter tugged at the ugly thing whenever it got caught on a root in the ground. Blindly, he had been walking around the dull green Neverland forests for days, with messy orange hair falling in his eyes and green articles of clothing quickly becoming dirtier and dirtier. He very well could've been flying, which would've taken much less time, but what was the point of being quick, he thought, if he had no one to go to anymore?

((A little oneshot I wrote for the KingdomSwaggie headcanon involving the Neverland Trio, AKA, Eraqus, Peter Pan, and Tinker Bell.))

Fairy Harp apparently decided against shining today, what with the swirling black clouds forming up in the sky. Peter Pan glared at them angrily and dragged himself and his themed Keyblade along at an even more melancholic pace. The last thing he needed was for it to rain again, forcing the hike to become worse on his little feet. He'd probably sink into the ground and get stuck if it poured down hard enough on him.

Peter groaned at the thought as he yanked his dumb Keyblade out from loose vines. He lacked the strength and mentality to get it out the right way, and instead pulled with a mighty force that sent him skidding across the muck. To his disappointment, Fairy Harp was still in his slippery grip.

“You stupid, stupid thing,” Peter mumbled to himself as he tried to find his footing and stand up straight. Once he gained control of his stability, Peter forced all his weight into his swing as he knocked Fairy Harp up against a tree. “I don't need you! Get away from me! I hate you!” Peter screamed with every swing. “You're useless! You're worthless! You're as nasty as a Pirate!” When slightly denting the tarnished metal wasn't enough, he finally threw his arm back and paused. Peter crowed out, “Argh! Good-BYE!” He flung Fairy Harp and watched with a look of hot satisfaction on his face as it flipped and spun into the trees and out of sight.

Sighing, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, beginning to walk along the icky, lonely path again.

His situation wasn't particularly like a movie. Peter wasn't soaking, waiting for his ride after going on a date and getting his heart broken; he was just a little damp, waiting for a sign after going to his friend's house and getting his heart broken. And at least he wasn't having dramatic flashbacks about it. And at least he wasn't crying.

Peter Pan flopped down in the mud. Who was he kidding? He had been having dramatic flashbacks and crying for the past few days...

The fourteen year old boy stooped onto the doorstep to his best friend's house. He knocked, calling out, “Eraqus!” Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for the older boy to answer the door. “Errraqus! Come on!” The square, wooden door flung open, nearly hitting Peter Pan's face.

“Oh, Peter, you can be so immature sometimes,” Eraqus's mother sighed, greeting him.

“I take offense to that!” Peter replied.

Another sigh. “Eraqus isn't here today, Peter. He's in training on weekdays. Didn't he tell you?”

“Training?” Peter Pan echoed. “No, he didn't tell me. That jerk! What's it for?”

“Training to become a Keyblade master. I figured he would tell you. Don't you have that Keyblade of your own...? The... um,” she trailed off, groping her mind for the name.

“Fairy Harp,” he finished for her, with an angry tone. They stood in silence.

“Anyway, I don't want to go into actual training, ma'am. I don't really want to take it too seriously. I don't think the Keyblade actually chose me or anything; I think I just inherited it on accident, really. I guess it'd be an awfully big adventure- becoming a Keyblade master 'n all- but I can't go around saving the world when I need to take care of my Lost Boys,” Peter explained. “And I'm not old enough, I don't think....”

“It's alright Peter, I understand. You run off now, go take care of those boys!” Eraqus's mother seemed to push Peter Pan away.

“Yeah, I'll go take care of someone all right,” he muttered with disgust. Peter knew exactly where the Keyblade training tower was, and there was someone in mind that he needed to talk to immediately.

After quickly flying towards his destination in a rather angry matter, Peter Pan finally made it to his second doorstep of the day. He promptly kicked the door open and stormed inside.

“ERAQUS!” Peter yelled. “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING. I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW!”

Another boy stalked out of an open doorway quietly down the hall. Peter zoomed towards him and halted before running into him. The other boy had black hair, the fringe choppy and hanging at the sides of his face, the rest at the back of his head in a ponytail. He calmly opened his eyes to glare at his friend.

“Peter, it's my first day here, do you really need to follow me everywhere I go?” Eraqus was clearly agitated, though he tried to appear fine.

“That is kind of what we, best friends, did for- oh, I don't know- SIXTEEN YEARS OF OUR LIVES.” Peter Pan stomped his foot. “What, do you not remember that?”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” Now Eraqus was also confused on top of his agitation and apparent anger.

“Because you never told me about this! We both have Keyblades, did you not think I would understand or something? I'm your best friend, you're supposed to tell me these kinds of things! Or do things this important not matter to me?” Peter questioned. His palms became clammy and he nervously wiped them on his pants in the silence. The other child finally found the right words in his head and boomed.

“No, I didn't think you would understand! I hate to break it to you kid, but you're not growing up! You've been fourteen since I was born, and I love you, but you don't get what it's like to grow up!”

“Well that's not fair-”

“No! It isn't fair, Peter! Being an adult isn't exactly fair, but it's a great adventure. If that's what you're all about, why won't you let me get older? I'm finally sixteen and I can finally take this class and do what I've always dreamed! Tell me, why won't you let me have that? Are you not happy for me or something?”

Peter jumped into the air with rage, like a hot firework. “Of course I'm happy for you! And I know you're going to pass the Mark of Mastery Exam! But because you're going to pass... I'll hardly ever get to see you again, if at all. I just... don't want you to leave me behind...” Eraqus sighed at that and closed his eyes again as Peter came to the ground.

“I'll always be a kid at heart, but this is what I've always wanted. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but it's got to be hard for you to understand. We're different, you and I, but that doesn't mean-”

“Why do you always talk down to me like that? Maybe we're too different, Eraqus. Too different to be friends, I think.” Peter shot his old friend a look and flew out of the building, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“-that we can't be friends,” Eraqus finished once Peter was gone. He looked down and away, then walked back into the training room, which seemed to be cooler than it was before. Eraqus shivered as his heart thumped against his chest.

Without knowing what was between what had happened then and what was going on now, Peter Pan slumped to the ground. He had gotten lost in his thoughts and the sun wasn't waiting for him. The darkness of the forest surrounded him for another night. Maybe the stars refusing to show up was a sign that he was meant to lurk in the darkness forever. Maybe he didn't belong in the light.

Laying down, Peter begged for the earth to swallow him up. “Someone, anyone, make me your vessel or something. At least I could be useful,” he mumbled into the dirt, not caring that bits and pieces were finding their way between his damp lips and into his mouth. “Or maybe the whole world would be better off if I weren't here at all....”

“That's not true, Peter.”

The pre-teen jolted forward, calling out, “Eraqus?” He strained his eyes, but nothing was there. Just lightning bugs, fluttering about and tossing glitter and happiness around. Peter sighed and rolled back over. “Come on, I don't wanna mess with any ghosts or anything today. Leave me alone,” he groaned, as if he was complaining to his parents that he didn't want to wake up for school.

“I can't believe you've tossed me aside so quickly. I also can't believe you think my voice is as deep as Eraqus's...” the voice commented with chimes and pretty notes. It sounded cute. Peter began waving his hand at it anyway in annoyance.

“Peter! I know you can get grumpy, but you're not nearly as grumpy as someone who belongs in the darkness. Now, turn to me so I can see that pretty face of yours!” The voice stopped, then added, “And stop swatting at me like I'm some sort of bug!”

He didn't move. “How will you see my face? It's the middle of the night.”

“You silly ass*, you can be so stubborn!” Peter felt a light tug on the hem of his shirt.

“Gosh, and you can be so persistent-” he began, finally giving in and sitting up. “Stare away, but I still don't see how- Tink?”

“Yeah, do you remember me? I've been with you forever, literally.” Tinker Bell sighed, rolled her tiny blue eyes, and sat down on Peter's shoulder. She flickered a soft yellow glow and shimmered with star stuff. “I would ask you to explain yourself, but I think I want to go first, seeing as it took me more work to get here.

“I got worried sick, quite literally, after not seeing you for a day, mister. I am a very small fairy, you do realize, and I can only handle so much at one time. So on the second day you weren't around, I set off immediately. I even had to go to that forsaken Wendy of yours. I had to tell her to take care of the Lost Boys for you cause you're not doing your job. I thought you loved them!”

“I do love them, Tink.” Peter hung his head, frizzy hair falling over his eyes. “Do you know what's happened to me?”

Tinker Bell huffed and kicked her legs softly against Peter.“You did the same thing when Wendy said she wanted to grow up, too, but let me guess anyway. Eraqus wants to be a Keyblade Master. Without you.” “Thanks for sugar coating it, lady.”

“Hey, I was a part of this trio, too! Do you think I'm OK with it?” The two were quiet for a while, and Peter still couldn't bring his eyes to his old friend.

“To be honest, I didn't really think you cared. As you said, I've done this before too. I figured... well I just thought, that... I guess maybe I thought you were sick of it. Or that you were on his side.” For the umpteenth time this week, Peter set his gaze away from his friend, ashamed of the truth.

Tinker Bell flew up into the air, a low humming coming from the batting of her wings. She sat in the air before Peter's face. “Peter Pan! When have I ever been on anyone's side but yours? And, really, how could I ever get sick of you?” The helpful fairy poked his cheek. “D-don't answer that.”

A warm smile grew across Peter's face, revealing his dimples and pearly teeth. He directed the smile at Tinker Bell, whispering a ThankYou and slowly standing up. The gears of his mind worked slowly for such a young child.

“I can't fall in love with those what-cha-ma-call-it's so easily... the humans.”

“Mortals,” Tinker Bell filled in.

“Yeah. And you say I'm immortal... I'm never gonna grow up. I don't want to, but... I don't want everyone else to leave me,” He spieled, feeling a sob catch up in his throat.

Tinker bell nipped Peter's nose. “I'll never leave you, you silly ass!” She paused. “But what about your other faithful partner?”

Peter quickly asked, “Hm?” but began throwing out names anyway. “Eraqus? Wendy?” Tinker Bell hushed him.

“No no no, your partner in crime! Think! You beat the poor thing up and tossed it aside. I saw that, you know! But I bet you don't know that if you call it, it'll come to you again no matter what. How loyal.”

Knowing what she meant, Peter fell to his scraped knees and pleaded. “Will you fix it for me? Please, Tinker Bell... it's what you're best at, and you know the magic better than I do... please... please... please,” he repeated, whilst holding out his shaking hands and letting the tarnished metal fit perfectly into his palm where it belonged.

“Of course, Peter! But you can't go-”

“Thank you, friend!” he enthusiastically jumped into the air, caressing his green weapon. He began to fly into the sky, away from the forest, and Tinker Bell.

“Peter Pan! Don't leave me again! You can't even use that thing until I fix it! Come on, Peter!” Tinker Bell called out from below, getting washed away by the breeze and rustling green leaves on the Neverland trees.

“Let's go on an adventure, Fairy Harp!”

*In the original Peter Pan plays, Tinker Bell was portrayed by a small light on stage, and chimes. Multiple times throughout the show, the same 4 syllables would be played by Tinker Bell's voice. This was her saying, “You silly ass,” to Peter Pan. The audience would catch on... eventually.

**Also, star stuff is the original name for fairy dust.

#ooc #master-swaqus #dustgivesyouwings #((idk if you want to read it or not lemon but i tagged you just in case uwu))

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