a/n: crack pairings are so much fun. you have so much freedom. :D
this one was especially fun to write, since I love Peter Pan and Naminé is my favorite female character from kingdom hearts.
I really hope this hasn't already been done.
If it has, oh well. Kudos to whoever came up with this before me.
enjoy.

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to live would be an awfully big adventure.

Once upon a time (in a land that was never supposed to exist, like pirates and mermaids and faeries and staying young forever), there was a boy.

He was no prince, he was no hero. He was beyond fairy tales and happy-endings, having run away from them years ago (second star to the right and straight on 'til morning). He was arrogant, naïve, and terribly charming – everything a little boy (not little anymore, but would never admit to being older) should have been. He rescued damsels for the small price of a thimble, and had swordfights with villains on a daily basis.

But, no; he wasn't a hero.

Naminé had met a hero before, with blue eyes more perceptive than people thought, and a heart dead set on saving the world (Kairi).

This boy, this non-hero, his heart wasn't set on anything. He fought under the guise that he was protecting others, but no. It all benefited him more than anything.

He was selfish.

This boy, this man.

Peter.

He was a fake prince. An imposter.

Just like her.

Just like Naminé.

Naminé, who was gentle and kind and everything a princess was supposed to be. She fought back when it was necessary, and sat quietly in her tower when it wasn't. She was smart and blonde and beautiful, with a dainty white dress and a crown of crayon wrappers held together by chains of memories.

But she was no princess.

She had met a princess before, with blue eyes more passionate than some would believe, and a heart dead set on saving her world (Sora).

And Naminé, she was just the empty shell. Her heart didn't exist, and neither did she.

So when the non-hero arrived at the tower window one evening, arm outstretched (come fly with me) and grin inviting, the fake princess smiled back, and took his hand.

Together, they zoomed past the stars that hung on the wishes of children, disappearing on the slowly bleeding horizon.

It was an ending to a story that never began in the first place; the final touches to a drawing that was never started. A happily-ever-after for a prince and princess that never existed to begin with.

Never, never, never.

(Fly with me to Neverland)