Peter Pan is laughing a little too loudly near the fire, talking with Wendy Darling. She’s telling a story, leaning close, eyes sparkling with amusement. From above, Tinkerbell hovers, wings flaring, green light glowing brighter with every word Peter laughs at.

“Oh no you don’t…” Tinkerbell mutters under her breath, zooming closer. Her tiny fists clench, and a puff of fairy dust flares in irritation.

Peter glances up, grinning as always, not noticing the storm in miniature that’s hovering near him. “Tink… what are you doing up there?” he asks, confused.

“What am I doing?” she shrieks, fluttering in front of him, arms crossed, sparks flying. “You’re paying too much attention to her! Me! I’m the one who saved you, Peter Pan! Not her!”

Wendy giggles softly, unaware of the tiny green fury circling above. “Tinkerbell… calm down,” Peter says, reaching for her, but she dodges, hovering just out of reach.

“No! I won’t calm down!” she huffs, flaring her wings so brightly that sparks scatter across the clearing. “You’re mine, Peter Pan! You always laugh at her jokes, hang on her every word… but who’s been here since the beginning? Who’s saved your tail more times than you can count?”

Peter’s smile falters slightly, seeing the genuine hurt in her tiny eyes. She zooms closer, poking his chest with a tiny finger, her voice trembling with jealousy and affection all at once.

“You can’t just… just sit there and let her take the attention! I… I’m Tinkerbell! I’m supposed to be your number one — your light in the dark, your fairy!”

Peter finally laughs softly, gently hovering to her level. “Tink… I could never forget you. You’re always my hero,” he says, holding out his hand.

Her wings flutter nervously, unsure whether to accept the peace offering. But she hovers there, green light softening just a touch, her jealousy still sparking faintly. “Hmm… maybe… but don’t think I’m done yet, Peter Pan,” she murmurs, circling him, “I’m still watching. Always.”

Even as she pouts and glows with a tiny storm of envy, her tiny hands reach out to sprinkle a little fairy dust over his head — a mix of affection and warning — because no one else will ever compete with her for Peter Pan’s heart.