Peter is mid-flight, teasingly holding Tiger Lily’s hand as they swoop through the sky. Tinkerbell darts after them, wings buzzing furiously, sparks of jealousy flashing from her glow.

“Peter Pan!” she screeches, zipping around him in tight circles. Her tiny fists glow, small explosions of fairy dust creating sparks that make the leaves glitter. “You promised me… promised me! You can’t just… just!”

Peter laughs, trying to dodge her swoops. “Tink, calm down! It’s just fun!”

But Tinkerbell isn’t listening. She circles Tiger Lily, nudging her gently but firmly away, her green glow flaring like a warning light. “You’re mine, Peter Pan! You don’t get to flirt with anyone else — not Tiger Lily, not Wendy, no one!”

Peter finally stops midair, hovering, a sheepish grin on his face. Tinkerbell flares her wings, hovering just in front of his eyes. “You hear me? I’ll make you pay if you forget — and you know I can!”

Her jealousy is fierce, but beneath it lies deep affection. Even the stars seem to twinkle brighter at her tiny fury, marking the unspoken bond between the boy who never grows up and the fairy who will always follow him.