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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 41
You allowed yourself to be dragged by Tiger Lily into what you were guessing was the Chieftain's tent. It was twice the size of all of the other tee-pees you had seen and it was rectangular in shape with two arching triangles at the top. Tiger Lily held aside the opening curtain for the tent and waited for you to enter. Inside there was a thick hide rug to sit on and small pillows off to the side by a small floor table to sit on. Larger pillows were stacked upon a rolled up blanket tucked away in the corner. That must have been Tiger Lily's bed. Tiger Lily peered out towards the campsite before murmuring short orders to two well-built tribesmen carrying vicious looking spears in their hands and bow and arrows on their backs. They bowed respectfully to her and then turned on their heels in full on guard mode. Tiger Lily let the tent door curtain fall from her hands as she came to sit atop one of the small pillows at the table. "Sit," she commanded gently as she began to take out what lo
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 40
You watched with a feeling of apprehension in your stomach as Hook's longboat made its way steadily across the waves. You lifted a hand to your brow and squinted your eyes in an attempt at catching one last glimpse of the Jolly Roger, but you couldn't see the ship anywhere. You could only make out the faint bobbing of the little longboat in the distance. It looked so helplessly insignificant out there all alone in the middle of the endless expanse of blue and blackening waves.
Your entire encounter with Hook had left you unsettled. Aboard the Jolly Roger all you could think about was how to get back to Peter, but now you were troubled by the thought of how you would react when you saw him. What would you say to him? How could you explain everything that had happened since you had both parted? More importantly, what would be the best way to bring up Wendy and the other Darling children to him? A sickening twist of betrayal was starting to knot in your gut as you remembered that you had
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 39
You emerged from the stairs, stumbling on unsteady legs onto the main deck of the ship. The gusts of wind from being above-deck suddenly began roaring in your ears as your lungs inhaled the refreshing brine of the sea air. The comforting sounds of the sea which had been muffled below-deck suddenly came to life all around you in vigorous force. Somewhere in the distance the loud caws of seagulls filled the air like a broken chorus, adding a discordant harmony to the steady rhythm of the gentle lapping of the waves as they were pushed and pulled by the whim of the ever rising tide. The sun was almost finished setting on the horizon. The brilliant burnt orange orb was just barely visible as a large smattering of lavender and dull grey clouds threatened to smother its last vestiges of light. The expanse of sky above you was quickly darkening with every second as millions of stars began to appear and make their presence known. You felt a small sense of relief at just being able to stand out
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 38
It took you quite some time to stop yourself from crying. The total wretchedness of the Darling children's life stories weighed heavily on your heart. How could this have happened? How could everyone have let this happen? Your mind kept asking you questions that you had no answers for. The worst one of all was what you were going to do next. Sometime in-between your sobs Hook had gently ushered you over to a hidden nook at the front side of the room, just a little away from the door. Your head had begun to throb from all the crying at that point and so you had barely registered that his bedroom had been hidden behind a black lacquered wall panel. How very much like a pirate was all you could manage to think at the time. The Captain had eased you down onto his ink colored silken sheets and then he had pulled an ornately embroidered crimson pillow beneath your aching head. He had muttered some reassuring words and tucked you in before placing a few handkerchiefs beside your curle
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 37
***Trigger Warning***
This chapter contains some content that may be triggering to those with suicidal tendencies. Please take into serious consideration your own mental health before continuing ahead. Thank you.

"Responsible how?" you asked drawing back in your seat a little.
"I mentioned to you before about how she had changed over the years. Wendy's mind and soul were like pebbles on a shore; the more the tide of years washed over her, the more she herself began to erode. Her brothers' deaths were the final wave that set her to crumbling. I've seen it happen numerous times before," Hook's eyes clouded over and he became very still and remote as he carried on softly, "Life out on the open seas takes something from people. When you've lost everything...when there is nothing to go back to... it can drive you mad.  You have no idea what it is like being left to float out on the ocean with no sense of purpose, no home, no family to call your own, and worst of all stuc
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 36
"She..what?" you asked with shock.
Captain Hook didn't even try to conceal his grief as he raised his head to stare openly into your eyes. His expression was a mixture of deep mourning and bleak acceptance. It was as if Wendy's death was a scar that had healed a long time ago, but still caused pain when probed. Hook's melodious voice was barely louder than a whisper as he repeated, "She killed herself. Right here on this very ship..."
Your heart dropped into your stomach, you had known all along that she had died, but somehow the thought of her committing suicide took your breath away. She was just a little girl... Taking your goblet in hand, you forced yourself to swallow a swig of wine, but it had a hard time making it past the invisible lump that had formed in the back of your throat. You sputtered a hasty cough as the bite of the alcohol set your eyes to watering.
"Here, use this," Hook quickly insisted as he stretched his metal hook of a hand across the table and proffered
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 35
"Tell me. Tell me what happened to Wendy and her brothers," you pleaded as you tried hard not to choke on the rising sob that was currently trying to tear its way out of your throat. The sudden awareness of just how much Neverland had been invading your mind and thoroughly pillaging your life's most precious memories was leaving you feeling hollowed out, as if some primordial piece of your soul had been taken with them. You couldn't help but obsess over how much of your mind had been lost. However, the most persistent and haunting thought of them all was... What might Neverland take from you next?  
Fighting off the icy chill of fear slowly creeping through your veins you clenched your teeth and set your shoulders in an attempt to regain control of your emotions. Not now, you told yourself. There would be plenty of time to fall apart later. Right now you needed all of what was left of your intellect to focus entirely on Hook's account of Red Handed Jill...Wendy. You
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 34
Captain James Hook, scourge of Neverland and habitual kidnapper pirate, sat across from you on his high backed throne of a chair. His long curling hair framed his face in a voluminous cloud of blackened silk. His glacial blue eyes were glossy with memory and weariness as they bored straight into your own. When he spoke his words were very slow and deliberate, "Listen carefully to my words pet, for what I'm about to tell you I'm afraid is the absolute truth and because it is the truth, I fear it will hurt you greatly, but nevertheless you have to face it because I don't want your fate to become the same as hers. I can see the suspicion in your eyes and that is perfectly well with me, I'd be worried if you believed me easily," He flashed the briefest of wry smiles before continuing, "Just listen to what I have to say and then make your own judgement on what to believe or whom to believe. That is all I ask."
Hook's words sounded so perfectly reasonable that you wanted to beg him to tell y
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HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 11
As it turns out the hole that you and Hatter had fallen into wasn't a hole at all, but rather a very carefully constructed trap that the old man dressed in head to toe armor had set up to try and kill the Jabberwock. It took some time, but eventually you and Hatter were able to climb out of the deep pit with some reluctant help from the old man. All the while he hurled strange old world insults and curses at you both. After just surviving an attack from the horrifying Jabberwock you weren't even able to be afraid of this clanking, muttering, old man. Once Hatter had climbed out of the hole he came to stand by your side. The old man continued his grand hissy fit by yelling, "Saboteurs! Pig pushing phlegm!Bug badgers!" You and Hatter could have both died by this loony old man's trap had you of fallen on one of those sharpened wooden spikes. Anger welled up within you and so you turned on the old man demanding, "Who are you?"
The armored old coot instantly stood up straighter, walk
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 33
"Peter lying to me?" you gave a short harsh laugh, "If anybody is lying to me in this world it's you!"
Hook's steely blue eyes never left yours as he said simply, "I wish very much that, that were true."
You sunk down in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest like a rebellious teenager who was arguing with their parents over the dinner table. You turned your head to the left, breaking eye contact with him and pointedly looking at nothing you muttered under your breath, "I'll just bet you do."
“How old do you think I am pet?” He interrupted.
Confused with his odd change of conversational topics you peered at him out of the corner of your eyes. You took in his appearance from his voluminous, shining, coal colored curls, to his distinguished and virile face. There were only a couple of lines at the edges of his sharp intelligent eyes, but they made him seem wiser not older. You took in his lean athletic build that was dressed like the royalty of old, but he hi
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HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 10
"Where is the Casino?" you pestered Hatter as you both jettied along in the stolen speed boat across the expansive fresh water lake. You had seemingly lost the suits a while back now and it was time you got back to the task at hand which was finding Alice. "I've already told you, you can't negotiate with The Queen, but the White Rabbit is a different can of onions. Perhaps he'll do a deal. It's a long shot, but it's the only one we've got." You turned surprised towards Hatter. The cool wind was busy whipping your faces and his rakishly handsome one was devoid of any mischieviousness or deception. "We?" you asked. Hatter kept his gaze focused on the empty lake water ahead. He was stoic and silent for a short pause before he spoke. "I don't know if you've noticed this, but my shop was ransacked. I'm...homeless. I'm a target now, not only for the suits, but for the Resistance as well and there's only so many places in Wonderland that I can hide." His face was controlled
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 32
The Captain's personal chamber was four times the size of the tiny cabin you had been in before. Where as the previous room had been sorely barren this one was decorated to the highest degree. The wooden walls weren't the standard oak color you had seen in the hallways and in the little cabin instead they were all black lacquered and glossy with thick gold lustered trim that curved and sloped into decorative arches here and there. Every surface inch of wood in sight was expertly carved by a master artist's hand in intricate flourishing designs. Outstretched and ornate cimmerian Persian rugs covered most of the floor giving the room the illusion of being carpeted. Delicate gold candelabras sprang forth from perfectly measured places in the walls. Some simply stood atop some furniture pieces here and there, their faint dancing flames illuminating the room with a dim intimate glow. Everything in here was the height of luxury and opulence. It wasn't grim enough to be considered Gothic chic
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HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 9
You rode the elevator bus upwards for a time while Hatter regathered himself. As soon as he could breathe normally again he stood up with his usual fluid gracefulness and made his way past you to the driver's seat. He pulled on some levers which brought the bus downwards and you had a panicked moment thinking that he meant to go back to the library, but before you could question him about it the bus came to an abrupt stop. The jerk of the clunky machine made you stagger, but thankfully you were able to keep a tight grip on the steel pole so you didn't fall. As soon as the doors to the bus hissed open you stormed out of them. You walked down a short concrete hallway that opened up into the fresh air of the outdoors. You slowed your step a bit mindful that these buildings often led out to open drops hundreds of feet in the air. This one led out to a small clearing of dirt at first sight. You charged your way ahead, but had to stop when you realized that it too sadly only led to a giant d
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HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 8
The frightening man clad in black was running down the long hallway of the library towards you. You tried every button and knob you could think of but nothing you were doing was making the bus budge. You looked back towards the hallway with dread to watch as Dodo was about halfway to you now. You watched him approach helplessly trapped like a rat when suddenly a lightning quick smaller figure came dashing up from behind him and tackled Dodo to the ground. It was Hatter! He was alive! Hatter pinned the now flailing Dodo to the ground. He looked up and your eyes met as he called out to you, "Hit the blue button!" After some frantic searching your fingers found the button in question hidden off to the side, but you stopped, hesitating. You looked back at Hatter now battling with Dodo on the red carpeted library floor. You couldn't just press the button and leave him there, he'd be killed!
The fight was escalating now, Dodo had managed to get up off of the floor and he and Hatter we
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 31
You awoke to the sound of old wood softly creaking and shifting here and there. You opened your eyes to find yourself in a tiny wooden room that was faintly lit by the fading sun through a port window hole. It was fortunate that you were lying down on a small bed because a slight wave of nausea overcame you as you tried to sit up. The sudden force of it forced you to lie back down again. You were beginning to grow incredibly weary of constantly passing out and waking up feeling weak and disoriented. You felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland always blundering into the next impossible scene from this dark fantasy land with no foreseeable end in sight. Something or someone was always intent on either harming you or killing you and nothing ever really made complete sense here. And just like Alice had, you found yourself about to come face to face with the evil villain of this world.
It didn't take long to surmise that you were on a large boat. The light almost unnoticeable rocking of the fad
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 30
The next few hours were a bit of a blur to you. You were so exhausted from the long drawn out trial and everything that had happened that it was hard just to keep your eyes open. All of your adrenaline had run out as soon Kwoth had gone. You were left sittng dumbfounded on that throne for an insurmountable amount of time while the rest of the members of the Faerie Courts collected themselves. The Queen had stormed out of the room in a furious rage a couple of minutes after Kwoth had. Her floor length golden hair had dragged behind her like a tangled mop as she began muttering unintelligable threatening things underneath her breath. She seemed to have lost all of her cool regal composer after almost being usurped so easily by Kwoth in front of her highest subjects at that. After a bit of time a team of healing fae came in and started zipping around some members of the Courts, and yourself. The pixie medics floated around and above your head like a whimsical baby's mobile. Watching them
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There is an individual (or group, but I'm leaning towards it being one person) who has decided to pilfer the "x reader" stories and post them as their own content on FFN.
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They go into DA, AO3, tumblr, Wattpad, QuoteTV, livejournal, and other sites and find "x reader" stories.
They create an account on fanfiction.net.
The post the stolen content.Once they're confronted/outed, they create another account.
A couple of years ago, I issued an appeal to readers in other communities regarding a prolific plagiarist known as "Broken Promises" (that was one of her aliases) asking readers to help identify stories they recognized.
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You allowed yourself to be dragged by Tiger Lily into what you were guessing was the Chieftain's tent. It was twice the size of all of the other tee-pees you had seen and it was rectangular in shape with two arching triangles at the top. Tiger Lily held aside the opening curtain for the tent and waited for you to enter. Inside there was a thick hide rug to sit on and small pillows off to the side by a small floor table to sit on. Larger pillows were stacked upon a rolled up blanket tucked away in the corner. That must have been Tiger Lily's bed. Tiger Lily peered out towards the campsite before murmuring short orders to two well-built tribesmen carrying vicious looking spears in their hands and bow and arrows on their backs. They bowed respectfully to her and then turned on their heels in full on guard mode. Tiger Lily let the tent door curtain fall from her hands as she came to sit atop one of the small pillows at the table. "Sit," she commanded gently as she began to take out what looked like a handcrafted clay tea pot with two little clay cylinder cups. You sat and watched silently as she took out a wooden box and rifled around until she fished out what she was looking for. With quick fingers she dropped two dried flower buds into each cup and then began pouring the steaming liquid over them. A fragrant herb and floral smell spread across the tent. You inhaled the heady scent, letting it fill your nose and your lungs with its luscious earthiness.

"Drink," Tiger Lily urged with a faint smile on her rosy brown lips as she slid the cup towards you. You gingerly took it in your hands, wary of the steam coming from off the top, and raised it to your lips to blow on for a few seconds before taking a small sip. It wasn't a tea you were used to drinking, but it tasted good in a bittersweet way and the heat from the light liquid warmed you inside and out. "It's nice," you said as you cradled the cup in your cold hands. "That it is," she answered with a proud flick of an eyebrow and a careful sip of her own. Your eyes instantly trained on her wrists where rings of raw red flesh starkly stood out over her bronzed, sun kissed skin.  

"Are you okay?" you sputtered as you hastily tried to put down your cup to point at her slim wrists.

Tiger Lily's face remained impassive as she gracefully set down her own cup on the table. "They are just rope burns. They look worse than they are. They will heal soon enough."

You couldn't help yourself from reaching across the table and delicately taking her hands in yours. She allowed you to stretch her lean toned arms over the table top in between you both. You turned her wrists over in your hands, carefully inspecting them. They were glossier than they should have been as if some sort of waxy substance had been smothered on them and a faint smell of aloe wafted to your nose. Fury rose into your chest as you inspected her otherwise flawless skin for any more damage. She seemed well enough except for a slight bruising on one of her impossibly high cheekbones.

"Did Hook do this to you?" you asked through gritted teeth.    

Tiger Lily's dark eyes glanced off towards the side, staring at nothing in particular as she answered, "Not personally, but a gang of his men ambushed me while I was off gathering stones on the shore for our arrows. I foolishly had chosen to go alone. I tried to fight them off enough to escape, but one hit me on the side of my face," here she absently lifted one slender hand up to touch the bruise on her cheek, "While I was momentarily disoriented another one came from behind and placed a wet towel over my face while the others restrained me. I couldn't see anything and there was some strange smell on that cloth that made me lose consciousness within moments. When I awoke, I was tied up in a cave. My wrists were bound behind my back and another rope was tied around my shoulders to keep me from struggling. They had shackled my legs in an iron cuff attached to one of the cave's large stalagmites. All the weapons I usually keep on my body were also gone."

You stared in horror as Tiger Lily began to calmly recount her story. The pirates had kidnapped you much in the same way as well only you ended up on the ship in a nice bed while she was chained to a dirty cave rock. A flush of guilt started to creep its way up your neck, but Tiger Lily didn't seem to notice as she continued, "There was nobody there when I first came to. It was very quiet and dark, though there were a few torches still burning in the cavern where they held me. Nobody came to see me for quiet some time. It was odd... very odd that I was left alone for so long. Eventually a pirate came to bring me food and some water, but he would not speak or even look at me for too long. I refused to eat so he left and told me to call him when I got hungry. He came back a little later to bring me a bucket."

"A bucket?" you repeated in confusion.

Tiger Lily's cheeks flushed an angry mahogany color as her edged features knitted together. "For relieving myself," she forced out through slightly clenched teeth. "I couldn't manage it on my own with my arms and legs bound so I had to ask for help." An immediate sense of sympathy, horror, and embarrassment rolled over you. How awful to be reduced to such a state! You balled your fingers tightly into fists over the table. It was appalling just to hear of it, you couldn't imagine how it must have felt for her to have to of lived it. Proud Tiger Lily, with her independent sophistication and strength. It must have killed a part of her inside to be made so helpless.

Not one to dwell on things Tiger Lily moved on, "I was only there for two days though it felt longer than that. I was left alone for most of the time though I was brought regular food and drink. The pirates all avoided me and explained nothing. It was like they were anticipating something or someone.  I knew my people would come for me and so would Peter & The Lost Boys so I waited, but as I waited I listened. I happened to hear them, lots of them, walking around, patrolling the area, and watching out for those who would come for me. But here is the most troubling thing. I was held deep in the caverns, so far down that it was frigid cold, and damp. They had to go through various tunnels to reach where I was. But during that whole time I never once saw Hook. After what he did to my father I figured he'd come to end me much the same way, but there was never even any whisper of him being there."

Lily frowned, lost deep in her own thoughts while you shrunk in on yourself. You knew exactly why he wasn't there. He was too busy chatting it up with you on his ship to leave. However once again Tiger Lily seemed too entrenched inside her own thoughts to try and search out yours. "Eventually help did come. Peter was the first to find me and with Nibs and Cubby's help they managed to break the shackle from my leg. What is the most confusing part is that no one tried to stop us from escaping. In fact Peter told me that they were acting more like it was a stand off than a kidnapping... like they were trying to stall for time. They didn't try to engage my people or the other Lost Boys in battle. Instead they had set up elaborate booby traps to trip them up and keep them occupied, but none of them were deadly in nature. When our side tried to fight them they would fall back or lead them down strange tunnels and retreat. It were as if they were playing a cat and mouse game with us, while never actually intending to fight. As soon as I was lead to a safe canoe all of the pirates seemed to just disappear. We waited for awhile, ready for an ambush or trick of some sort, but it never came. They were just gone."

Tiger Lily started to chew on her thumb as she stared down at the table intently. "It doesn't make sense. Hook declared war on my tribe when he murdered my father. I let my guard down, he had me in his grasp and he could have killed me and crushed my people's will to fight back, but he didn't. He had the upper hand at Skull Rock as well. There were many pirates hidden deep within the tunnels. They had the knowledge of the caves on their side as well positioning and organized forces, yet they didn't use any of that except for when they were avoiding or escaping us. Logically there was no reason for my abduction at all. They gained nothing. If anything they could have suffered a great loss to their numbers if more men had perished so why did they do it? Why did they take me and why did they let us all go so easily? It doesn't make sense. It's not right and it's not like Hook. He doesn't ever do anything without a reason and a good one at that. He is no fool, no rookie commander. He did this for a reason, but no matter how hard I wrack my brain I cannot fathom why. It has to be a trick. A ploy of some sort. I'd bet everything that snake is planning something, something big, and this was just the first part of it. The only problem now is figuring out what it is and to start preparing to counter it."

You raised your cup to your lips and took a hard swallow of the herbal tea. No matter how much you drank your mouth still felt as dry and parched as sandpaper. A sudden feeling of restlessness crept over you, making you eye the exit. You didn't know how to bring up the truth, as far as you knew it anyways, up to Tiger Lily. You felt like you could trust her in some ways, but you also unwillingly felt like you could trust Hook in others. As she mentioned herself, it made no sense for Hook to kidnap Tiger Lily and not use that chance to be rid of her and maybe some of her tribe as well. According to him it was all just a rouse to get you alone so he could warn you of what might possibly be your fate of history repeating itself.  Plus there was this whole memory thing which nobody else on this island felt was important enough to mention to you before. Could it be that this bloody war between Hook and the rest of Neverland was all because of some awful tragedy followed by a terrible misunderstanding?

You jumped guiltily as you felt Tiger Lily's warm hand  suddenly rest atop yours from across the table. Your eyes met and you could see her concern etched on her finely honed features. You had the strange feeling that she had probably said something while you were lost in your thoughts. "I'm sorry what did you just say?" you asked hesitantly. Tiger Lily cocked her head slightly to the side as she gently pursed her lips in contemplation. Your heartbeat quickened at the thought of her having seen through you, but what she said next took you by surprise. "Was it bad?" she asked in a hushed voice. Her dark almond eyes turned down in unspoken sympathy.          

Taken aback by the sudden change in topic your mind raced in alarm. How had she known? How much did she know? Did someone tell her or did she figure it out by your clothes? You opened your mouth to answer her, but your scrambled brain couldn't figure out how to begin. Lily saved you the trouble by saying, "We have all heard rumors about what goes on in The Faerie Courts though no human has ever gone there before. The pixies are cruel enough to their own kind...they must have been especially so with you."

Lily's voice ended on a whisper as she turned your hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. She drew a breath to speak, but then thinking better of it stopped. Her face was clouded over with concern as she studied your linked hands. The cozy tent was silent for a matter of seconds as Tiger Lily pieced together what she wanted to convey. "I don't know what happened to you in Pixie Hollow or how you managed to come out of there alive, but I am glad that you are here and that you are safe. I...I imagine that once the shock of your return has died down many will want to know everything that happened there. Pixie Hollow itself, not to mention the Faerie Courts, have long been one of the better kept secrets of Neverland. Naturally those who have never seen them before will be curious. There is much that we do not know about the pixies despite living beside them for centuries. I myself have many questions. But for tonight...no, until you are ready to talk about it, I will not ask. So much has happened in such short time, I think it wise if we all paused for a moment and allowed ourselves some time to think and process. When Peter gets here, if you'd like, I can have a word with him and tell him to give you space to think if you'd like?"

Tiger Lily gazed at you with such thoughtful compassion that you found yourself unable to speak. She had noticed something was troubling you, but she believed it was due to your struggle with the faeries, and in a way she was not wrong. The trial they had put you through had scared and tested you beyond what you had believed was capable, but the true culprit for your shaky countenance was drifting out on the Neverland Sea somewhere. Hook had came and turned all of what you thought was truth on it's head and then had subsequently left as quickly as the wind that pushed the Jolly Roger's sails leaving only more questions and a too hard to explain mess in his wake.  Your conscious felt heavy with the burden of too many secrets and too many suspicions. Though it was the coward's way out you decided to take Tiger Lily up on her offer if only to give yourself a bit more time to think.

"I'd...I'd like that," you answered softly while turning your eyes away from Tiger Lilly's.

She smiled warmly and nodded in understanding before she released your hands and nimbly pushed herself up from the floor. "I will wait outside for Peter and the others. When he comes I will speak to him about not questioning you about what happened. I cannot guarantee anything, but I know he cares for you deeply so he will try to do his best. I will bring him here to meet you afterwards. Just relax and finish your tea for now. We have all had a long night." And with that she pulled back the curtain and stepped out leaving you alone with your thoughts.  

Watching her shadow fade from the outside of the tent, you instantly began to regret not spilling everything to her then and there, but the shrinking feeling inside of your soul would not allow you to confess the truth. Time it whispered. You just need a little bit more time then you would know what was best to do. However a small voice from deeper inside of you cried out, "Liar."                

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Authors Note: I'm sorry it has been so long since my last update. Lots of life and health changes happened at the end of last year and thanks to a new medication my ability to think sort of went out the window with my creativity. But alas I am back for now and I come bearing good news as Peter and the Lost Boys WILL be in the next chapter. No word on how any of them are gonna react though so you'll just have to wait to see what happens. (Don't worry it won't be another 4 month wait...I hope.) Anyways please stay tuned for the next installment. Until next time guys. Much love to you all!  
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 41
“The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”
― Flannery O' Connor


I know this is a short filler like chapter, please don't throw rocks at me (I prefer tomatoes), Llama Emoji-56 (Hiding) [V3] but it was just to get us to the next chapter which WILL DEFINITELY have Peter AND The Lost Boys so you can look forward to a rather noisy next chapter lol. I can hear the boys' banter from here and I haven't even written it yet lol. Who are you guys most looking forward to see? I myself can't wait to reuinte with Nibs and Tootles.  

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  • Listening to: Islands In The Stream -Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers
  • Reading: The Shell Seekers
  • Eating: Popcorn
  • Drinking: Water
RULES: Tag 8 people people you want to know better! 

I was tagged by the lovely :iconthejedifairy:  

1) NAME?:
Cayla, AKA Fox

2) STAR SIGN?:
Libra though I don't believe in horoscopes

3) AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?:
Depends on the day, usually it's about 6-7 hours though when I have to work on weekdays. On weekends it's more like 10 lol.

4) LUCKY NUMBER?:
Don't believe in lucky numbers but I've always loved the number 22


5) LAST THING I GOOGLED?:

Probably Wikileaks to see what Clinton's top aides said about Catholics seeing as I am one. 

6) FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?:
I don't think I can pick just one, but I love Stiles from Teen Wolf, Shin Se Gi from Kill Me, Heal Me, Jareth from the Labyrinth is in there somewhere as well. I don't know I've read so many books and watched so many shows that it's impossible for me to pick just one. 

7) WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:
Black cotton t-shirt, long black knit cardigan, and blue athletic pants. I know I'm so stylish. ;)

8) WHEN DID YOU START THIS ACCOUNT?:
7 years ago, I don't know the exact date but boy do I feel ancient now...

9) AMOUNT OF WATCHERS?:
739, Never though that was possible.Thank you all so much for watching me, you guys are what keeps me writing.

10) WHAT DO YOU POST?:
Reader Inserts. I have 2 series and that's what I only have time to work on though I may post the occasional picture or tag. 

11) DO YOU RUN ANY MORE BLOGS?:
I run 4 Tumblr blogs as well. 

12) DO YOU GET A LOT OF COMMENTS?:
I wouldn't consider them a lot but for me they are. I'm not super popular on here but I get a decent amount of comments from my friends and watchers. Though I think most of the comments on my stuff are my own replies lol. 

13) WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR USERNAME?:
This sounds silly but when I made this account I was obsessed with The Dresden Dolls and they have a song called Dirty Business which had the lyrics "Queen takes Jack" and I was listening to that while I was trying to come up with a name so I just put that in. Turns out someone else already had that account so uncreative me just put in my favorite number afterwards and there you have it. 

These are the people I nominate: 
:iconpuppiluvr: :icongglove1864: :iconskyedoodle: :iconnalamarietotallyrock: :iconpenguinloverxxx: :iconisabellagraxe13: :iconfayasia: :iconrbkitsune: 
You watched with a feeling of apprehension in your stomach as Hook's longboat made its way steadily across the waves. You lifted a hand to your brow and squinted your eyes in an attempt at catching one last glimpse of the Jolly Roger, but you couldn't see the ship anywhere. You could only make out the faint bobbing of the little longboat in the distance. It looked so helplessly insignificant out there all alone in the middle of the endless expanse of blue and blackening waves.

Your entire encounter with Hook had left you unsettled. Aboard the Jolly Roger all you could think about was how to get back to Peter, but now you were troubled by the thought of how you would react when you saw him. What would you say to him? How could you explain everything that had happened since you had both parted? More importantly, what would be the best way to bring up Wendy and the other Darling children to him? A sickening twist of betrayal was starting to knot in your gut as you remembered that you had forgotten everything from your past other than Peter's first appearance in your room that night he whisked you away to Neverland. Was it even your room he appeared in or were you just sleeping there? You didn't even know anymore. A swell of anxiety and panic was beginning to rise in you. You tried once more in a vain attempt to recall something, anything of your past, but it only produced a straining pain in your temples. You felt hollow, emptied out, and robbed of something important, though you weren't aware of what it was you were missing anymore and that just caused you to feel a rushing sense of dread.

Feeling urged on by your sudden nerves, you turned away from the ocean line and began to slosh your way towards the sandy shore. The tide was surging in with a force now and it made your steps even more difficult. Through your boots you could feel the slight warmth that the sea still held from the mid-day sun. The wind had really picked up out here. On the Jolly Roger it had been brisk, but not unpleasant. Now it was downright chilly. As soon as you had freed yourself from the lapping of the waves and made it safely onto the softly shifting sands you brought your arms across your chest and began to rub your forearms in an attempt to generate some heat. You were thankful Hook had seen it fit to give you a long sleeved military coat with thick suede trousers. You couldn't have imagined how cold it would have been standing out here in the sad shambled remains of the once beautifully pristine white dress Ishtar had given you. Not to mention how embarrassing it would have been to have had anyone seen you in it, all ripped and torn and caked in dried blood. That would have been a hard one to explain to any curious passerby. A quick scan of the shore revealed that you were the only one here.

"When you are on land, find the tree with the two drooping and twisted limbs. Don't worry, you will know which one it is as soon as you see it. Make your way past its leaves and you will find yourself in a hidden clearing. Follow the path at the end of it and it will lead you straight to the Picaninny Tribe."

The Captain's smoothly cadenced voice echoed throughout your mind, spurring you into action. You were gradually losing daylight now. Only a faint trace of pinkish light poked out from the increasingly purpling horizon. The darkening sky cast a shadowy veil over the ridge of looming trees just ahead, giving them a rather sinister slant. With no time to waste however, you began to search carefully for the tree with two drooping and twisted limbs. You plodded about through the unsteady sands feeling like you were looking for a needle in a haystack. He had said you would know it when you saw it, but caught in the dimness of nightfall it was almost impossible to distinguish one tree from another.  With every shuffling step you were growing more and more agitated. Nothing could ever be simple in Neverland could it?

As the sky began to fade into ombre shades of blue, purple, and black you made your way up the coast one way and then began the process of making your way back down again. The sounds of the forest night life filled the air, mixing with the crashing sound of waves. It would have been peaceful if you weren't all alone and freezing. As the time slowly ticked by you were sent a Godsend in the form of moonlight. The moon seemed to be pulling in ever closer with the quickening tide. It was a clear night and not a single cloud dared to block her pale radiant beams. Bathed in her silvery glow and surrounded by the stars you suddenly felt oddly comforted. Neverland always seemed to have it out for you, but the soft illumination coming from the moon made it feel like a guiding hand, like someone or something really was watching over you. Or maybe you had just been spending too much time troubling over what you could trust and what you couldn't.

You took a deep calming breath and, in stilling yourself, began to refocus your mind. You willed yourself to try and see what your panicked brain couldn't before. With renewed determination you took unhurried strides down the rim of the forest. You tried training your eyes on the outlines of trunks and following where the branches led. As you made your way down the lane you abruptly came upon a slightly empty area you hadn't noticed before. There were two rather large trees on each side with far-reaching limbs intertwining together, giving them the allusion of a third middle tree, but upon closer inspection you saw that just a little ways back behind the two tree's connecting arms was another hidden tree. You pulled aside some of the lower hanging branches and stepped closer inside the brush. Standing there all aglow in the moonlight was a giant tree with massive knobby limbs sprawling and twisting into the air and down towards the ground. It wasn't the biggest tree on the shore, but it was the only one of its kind. The tree's limbs seemed to have grown and sprouted out in unpredictable patterns and rather than angling upwards towards the sky or sideways as much leaves did, this tree's leaves actually drooped and aimed downwards. It was a strange tree to look at. As you looked closer you saw that this tree did indeed had two hulking limbs twisting and drooping downwards. This had to be the one that Hook was alluding to.

Excitement began to bubble in your chest as you trudged your way towards it. You circled around the side of the tree's trunk and made your way to the thick low hanging branch in the back.You had to close your eyes as you pushed your way through its downcast curtain of leaves. The smooth leaflets tickled your face and caught a little in your hair. When you had finally forced your way out of their cool grasp you found yourself at the edge of a large clearing just like Hook had said you would. It was a beautiful little field of untouched green grass and weeds. All around you tall thin strands of reed like grass now rose up to lick your calves like the ocean waves had earlier. Small bursts of greenish gold light flickered in and out across the way, making you immediately mindful of pixies, but after watching them for a few seconds it turned out they were only fireflies. The place held a magical hush over it as if the land itself was breathing and all the creatures on it were busy listening in awed silence. Not a peep or a chirp was herd from a rouge cricket or cicada. There was only the sound of the wind rustling the grass and the branches of the surrounding trees. You had felt like you were intruding upon sacred land, but Hook had told you to find the path at the end of this clearing and so you hesitantly began to cut through the grass. You tried very hard not to trample or disturb the earth too much in your wake. The fireflies flitted about you lazily, unconcerned with your presence in their home, which made you feel a little better about being there uninvited.

It was a bit of a walk until you reached the end of the clearing and sure enough, just as Hook had promised, there was a small beaten footpath etched into the dirt, winding its way deep within the trees. A small thrill ran up your spine as you eagerly began to tread its path. The Picaninny Tribe would be at the end. That meant that Peter, The Lost Boys, and the only home you had here in Neverland weren't far behind. An ardent longing for Peter's strong arms and the comfort and warmth from the rest of the Lost Boys began to spring anew inside your heart. It quickened your strides into a flat out run and it made your lungs giddy in excitement. Close. You were so very close now. Just a little bit further. Just a little bit further now.    

You ran, barely feeling the scrapes and snags of the branches you past clawing at your jacket through each wind and curve of the path. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, but you weren't sure if that was from the exercise or from your desire to soon be home. There straight ahead a faint light was spilling forth from the cracks in the trees. With doubled fervor you bounded down the beaten trail until you reached its end, stumbling onto the edge of a familiar crater like hole in the land dotted with numerous colorful tee-pees all set up in a circular formation. You were here! You had made it to the Picanniny Tribe's encampment!

You wound your way through the tee-pees, numb to the surprised tribesmen you passed. Your eyes glued to the tall dancing flames of the fire pit in the center of the camp. The old men smoking their pipes were startled at your sudden appearance. One man began coughing after inhaling too quickly. You had came to an abrupt stop before them, the exertion from the run catching up to you. You bent doubled over your knees, gasping for air. In between labored pants you managed to ask, "Where's Tiger Lily?" A coughing fit of your own broke out as your respiratory system seemed to clench and tighten in your chest. One elder with thick wrinkled leathery skin stood and gently patted you on the back while handing you a deerskin flask from somewhere in his belt. You nodded your thanks as graciously as you could before taking a deep swig. Cool water slid down your throat and eased your chest. When you felt the constriction in your lungs relax you sputtered, "Tiger Lily. Is she here? Is she okay?"

The elder's dark eyes softened in kindness as he smiled genially and nodded. A knot you hadn't known was still in your stomach instantly unfurled. Tiger Lily was alive and she was home safe among her people where she belonged. The elder beckoned you to take a seat on one of the sanded stumps they used for chairs along the campfire. He informed you that they had sent one of the younger tribesmen to go fetch her and that she would be here shortly. In the meantime while you waited the elders began to offer you dried meats and fruits along with more water. One elder even tried to get you to take a drag off of his pipe but you politely declined motioning towards your still laboring chest. He nodded sagely in understanding and proceeded to summon a young boy who appeared to be only a few years younger than Tootles. The boy shyly took out a small drum and began to beat out a mellow rhythm that set the surrounding people's toes to tapping. The warmth of the Picaninny people combined with the heat of the fire pit lulled you into a feeling of tranquility. It had been so long since you had felt truly safe. Tears pricked your eyes as relief coursed through your veins. You would be safe here. Nobody wanted to harm you. You could finally let down your guard and truly relax.

You released your muscles and sagged over your knees as all the pent up stress and fear slowly drained from your body. Your elbows rested on your knees as your hands cradled your face. You began to softly cry, though this time they were tears of relief and not despair. The Picaninny Tribe gave you your space and allowed you to cry without judgement or comment. They simply went about their business as if a stranger parading into their camp only to sit and sob was perfectly normal to them. A deep affection for them began to blossom inside your chest. They were such a compassionate and tender-hearted people. One little girl even sidled up to you and handed you her tarnished, but obviously well loved burlap doll. You smiled weakly at her and thanked her as you brushed a stray lock of her hair back behind ear. She flashed you a brilliant gap toothed grin. She opened her mouth as if to speak, however quickly shut it as she fell back silently looking off towards the side. You turned your head to find the people parting the way for their new Chieftain, and former Princess, Tiger Lily.  

You longed to rush to her and draw her into a fierce embrace, but she looked so commanding and intimidating in her long ivory deer hide dress that covered her chest and legs in a complimenting fringed pattern. Her glossy raven hair was pulled away from her face by a thin decorative band around her forehead. Her gorgeous, yet severe face looked carved from stone as the orange and red glow of the firelight danced across her sharply angled features. She had been kidnapped and held for who knows how long, forced to do who knows what, and yet she was standing here in front of you just as strong and proud as she had the night of her father's funeral. Her almond eyes narrowed in alarm as she gracefully strode towards you. Her no-nonsense voice was rich and velvety as she immediately began firing off questions, "Are you crying? Are you alright? Have you been harmed? Where does it hurt? Where have you been? What happened at the Faerie Courts? How did you manage to survive? Where did you get these clothes?"

Without waiting for any answers, she spun you around, examining your skin and clothing as she continued to talk. She was like a fussy mother hen picking here and there at a particularly troublesome chick of hers, but when she had finished she came to stand in front of you again and her dark eyes glassed over for the briefest of moments before she drew you in her lengthy toned arms for a squeezing hug. You felt her inhale and exhale deeply before she hastily released you. Her face swiftly masked over into her usual formidable expression as she seemed to recall the audience aptly watching our exchange in silence. Without any further ceremony she grabbed your wrist and began to pull you towards a large tent while calling over her shoulder, "Come with me, we have much to discuss."

Nobody tried to stop you or get in your way. As curious as they all were, they knew better than to get in the way of their Chieftain. You were relieved beyond words to have made it back to familiar friends, but now came the hard part. What and exactly how much were you willing to tell her? Could you ask her about the past and about the Darlings? The two boys, John and Michael, after all were official members of the Picaninny Tribe once according to Captain Hook. Was he telling the truth? If you asked Tiger Lily would she tell you the truth even if it was bad? There was only one way to find out...

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Authors Note: My goodness it has been awhile hasn't it? I'm deeply sorry about that; this summer was just full of surprises for me family wise and health wise, but hopefully everything is settled down for the most part and I can get back to my writing. Did you guys know that the 4 year anniversary of this series is coming up on the 26th of this month? I can't believe I've been working on this for 4 years. I'm not sure if that is a testament to my commitment to the story or rather a testament of my inability to finish anything quickly. Anyways no promises guys, but I'm going to try and get the next chapter written so I can have something to post on our anniversary date. Again no promises. but I will try. Oh and one more thing before I go, if you are curious as to what kind of tree I was trying to describe I loosely based it off a Camperdown Elm like the ones found in Prospect Park so if you are interested you can Google it to see what I was kind of going for. Anyways please stay tuned for the next installment. Until next time guys. Much love to you all!
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 40
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
― C.G. Jung


You guys we are so close to Peter and The Lost Boys! Are you excited? I'm excited, but first a quick stop and catch up with our girl Tiger Lily is in hand. I mean the girl was kidnapped the least we can do is see how she's doing now right? Did you guys know we haven't seen her in like 30 chapters? I think she at least deserves a comeback chapter after all this time, what about you guys? Did you miss her? Do you even like her? Let me know your thought on Tiger Lily and the story below.

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You emerged from the stairs, stumbling on unsteady legs onto the main deck of the ship. The gusts of wind from being above-deck suddenly began roaring in your ears as your lungs inhaled the refreshing brine of the sea air. The comforting sounds of the sea which had been muffled below-deck suddenly came to life all around you in vigorous force. Somewhere in the distance the loud caws of seagulls filled the air like a broken chorus, adding a discordant harmony to the steady rhythm of the gentle lapping of the waves as they were pushed and pulled by the whim of the ever rising tide. The sun was almost finished setting on the horizon. The brilliant burnt orange orb was just barely visible as a large smattering of lavender and dull grey clouds threatened to smother its last vestiges of light. The expanse of sky above you was quickly darkening with every second as millions of stars began to appear and make their presence known. You felt a small sense of relief at just being able to stand out in the open air. If anyone tried to stop you from leaving now you had more options of escape, including jumping overboard if it came down to it.

A quick survey of the deck showed a couple of pirates milling about here and there, carrying on with their usual duties, however all of them studiously tried to ignore you. A few cursory glances were the only indications that they were actually aware of your being there. You held your pilfered dagger at the ready just in case, but none of them made any moves towards you. In fact, they all seemed to be giving you a strangely wide berth. It seemed Hook was keeping his word that none of his crew would try to stop you leaving. That should have mollified you, but instead it was having the opposite effect. Everything Hook had done, everything he had said so far, had lent to him being a trustworthy person, but if he was then that meant that Peter and The Lost Boys might not be and that was something your heart was stubbornly trying to refuse to believe. But being truly honest with yourself, you realized that the edges of your heart were already beginning to wilt with disillusionment. What was the truth and who exactly was telling it? You just didn't know, as your emotions warred with themselves. You drew your free hand up towards the inner breast pocket of your coat where Wendy's tattered book was still secretly tucked away. You didn't know what to believe at this point, but you did know that you still needed to get off of this ship and so you gathered yourself and began to figure out how exactly you would do that.

You cautiously made your way over to the port-side of the ship and after making sure no one was within immediate walking distance of you, you steadied yourself on your hands as you peered out over the gunwale. Hope fluttered in your chest like a mad bird as you saw that the shore line was actually in sight. It would be a dauntingly long and tiring swim, but it was still a possibility. It was then that you realized that The Jolly Roger wasn't actually moving at all despite the constant rocking from the waves. It was firmly anchored in to place only a couple hundred yards from the shore. You now had more time to escape. It seemed the fates were on your side once again.
Leaning a bit more forward, you started to scan the surface of the water, searching for any signs of mermaids. You had made the mistake of entering their waters unprepared once already. You would not make that mistake again.

You were so busy inspecting every hint of movement below that you were caught completely by surprise when someone grabbed the back of your collar and roughly pulled you behind and away from the gunwale. When your feet regained purchase on the slippery wood, the grip on your clothes loosened as quick as it had appeared, and with a frightened yelp you reflexively twisted around to face the unknown assailant, dagger in hand.

Hook's imposing figure was standing just a couple paces away, safely out of swinging distance. His arms were folded behind his back and his posture was as formally straight as it had been before back in the Captain's Quarters. His mask of casual indifference was firmly in place as he gazed down at you and blinked purposefully slow. He didn't even bother to acknowledge the dagger you had pointed towards his abdomen.

"What do you think you're doing!" you shrieked at him .Your heart was thundering wildly in your ears as your fight or flight senses held your body as taught as a pulled bowstring, ready to send your body reeling into action at the slightest move from him.  

He regarded you blandly as he replied, "If you had leaned any further over the edge you would have fallen in."

Confusion crossed your mind as you took in his words. You hadn't felt like you were in any danger of falling over. Then again you hadn't felt him sneak up behind you either...

Not knowing what to say to that, you decided to quickly change the subject. "You gave me your word that you wouldn't try to stop me."

Hook raised both his arms up in surrender and pointedly took a step back away from you saying, "I'm not trying to stop you from anything, but drowning, but if you truly insist," then with his arms spread in a dramatic flourish, he bowed, dipping his head in acquiescence, "then be my guest".  

A pique of rage began welling up from the pit of your stomach at his completely blase' attitude. Though his tone had been proficiently neutral, you couldn't help but feel that he was surreptitiously poking fun of you.
 
"After you," you spat back, copying his movements and letting the sarcasm drip from your voice with each syllable.  

Hook abruptly began to cough in a poor effort to try and stifle the short bark of laughter that had began to rumble in his chest.

You narrowed your eyes at him and scowled in response, which only made his efforts to control his features go in vain. The edges of his plush lips twisted upwards into a playful grin as he laughed openly, causing the edges of his glacial eyes to crinkle into barely visible half moons.

Despite your anger, you suddenly found yourself struck with just how charming he appeared in that moment with his hearty laughter and his open easy smile. For a moment it felt like you were just two friends joking around with each other. Your stomach gave a traitorous flip, but you quickly stamped down the rising emotion of any sort of affinity towards this man. You didn't want any sort of relationship with him, whether it be simple comradery or anything else for that matter. Even if he wasn't the monster Neverland had made him out to be, he was still a dangerous man, one you had a feeling could never truly be tamed, despite of all his perfect manners and posturings otherwise.

Feeling the need to put some more distance between you both, you turned your back on him and trained your eyes back towards the shore line. "Are you going to at least let me walk the plank or do I have to jump from here?" you asked coldly.

You felt Hook straighten behind you as he answered crisply, "The plank is in serious need of waxing at the moment and is not fit to be seen. I'm afraid you will have to use one of the longboats instead."

Confused you turned your head to inconspicuously peer at him over your shoulder. Hook's lips twitched slightly underneath his immaculately groomed mustache, but other than that he appeared to be serious.

"You're giving me a boat?" you asked skeptically

"No, I'm letting you borrow a boat. I have no intentions of letting you keep it."

You pivoted to the side to see him more clearly as you gave voice to the thoughts rising in your mind, "Why? Why are you doing all of this?"  

Hook turned his eyes downwards, and with a sigh he said soberly, "I wanted to do everything I could to protect Wendy, but in the end, when it mattered most, I didn't." He raised those impossibly blue eyes up to meet yours as he continued, "I can't sit idly by and watch as history repeats itself. I don't know if Peter will someday abandon you the way he did her, but I do know that I will do everything in my power to make sure that not a single soul will suffer the same fate she did. I won't force you to leave Peter or Neverland, however I've told you the harsh truths that others would not. It is up to you to decide what you will do with them. I only ask that you seriously consider all the things you have to lose by staying here because your window for leaving is running out and soon it may be too late for you to ever go back..."

And with that Hook spun on his heel and bellowed out a command to lower the longboat. You watched as he crossed the deck with wide clipped strides. His crew immediately scurried around like ants, eager to do his bidding. He leaned one of his long booted legs along the edge of the gunwale as he snaked a hanging rope around his good hand and proceeded to deftly hoist himself atop its slim surface. You watched as he leaned over the edge, overseeing the lowering of the longboat into the sea below. A strong wind caused his mass of dark curls to whip gently behind him as he called out instructions to the men below. Hook never looked so wildly dashing as he did at that moment and yet, at the same time, he never looked so far away either.

After a few minutes of preparations it seemed the boat was finally ready for you to board. Hook beckoned you over towards him. Steeling yourself, you made your way over towards the gunwale where he still hung. He planted his boots on the edge, and released the rope from his good hand. He reached that hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You hesitantly placed your hand in his and were surprised by the sheer strength that lifted your entire body weight up off the ground with just one arm. Before you knew it Hook had pulled your body into his as he reached up his hooked hand towards the rope. "You ready to board?" he asked looking down at you. Feeling flustered you barely nodded your head and then Hook's grip on your waist tightened as you were crushed into his implacable chest. Hook jumped and the feeling of falling rushed beneath your feet as you let out a scream while desperately clinging onto Hook's neck for dear life. Hook used his metal hand like a makeshift zip-line, using the rope as a sort of guide down the side of the massive ship. You were declining to quickly for your eyes to make sense of the whooshing objects that blurred before your eyes. Tucking your head into the shelter of Hook's shoulder you closed your eyes and gritted your teeth, waiting for the drop to end. The sound of metal skating across the rope stopped as you felt yourself first jerked into a stop and then left dangling in mid-air. Terror swept through you as you dared to look up with wide eyes. Hook's face was remarkably calm for the situation, considering you were hovering in mid-air. You blinked past his head and saw that he had twisted the rope in his hooked hand like a half knot, that was why you had stopped.

"What are you d-", you began to ask, but understanding came as you looked down. The long boat was waiting only a few mere inches beneath Hook's feet. By knotting his hooked hand in the rope he had stopped you both just in time from crashing onto the boat. At the speed you had been descending, if he hadn't, you would have been in danger of flipping the longboat over on impact. You had temporarily forgotten that you were in the hands of a centuries old pirate. It was obvious to you now that he was a man who knew what he was doing. Chagrined you peered up at Hook who glanced down at you without emotion.

"Are you okay with one of my men helping you down?" he asked with a raise of one eyebrow.

Still feeling a bit breathless you nodded, not trusting your voice to come out strong. Hook gave a short nod to someone you couldn't see and then you felt Hook's grip around your waist loosen as another set of hands gently grasped your hips and began pulling you down towards the waiting boat below. The pirate in question took extra care in easing you down softly onto the wooden floor of the boat, his hands immediately left your waist as soon as you were safely seated. A moment later and the boat shook slightly under the sudden weight of Hook landing deftly onto the wooden planks. The pirate who had helped you into the boat hastily shuffled backwards and took a seat at one of the empty rowing spots. You noticed that there were at least five other pirates in the boat with you. They seated three each on both sides of the boat, oars ready in hands and faces trained on their Captain, awaiting his orders.

Hook remained standing behind you and surveyed the surrounding sea. "To the shore," he commanded softly as he took out a folding spyglass from his robe and began to look about once more. The other pirates simultaneously began to row, calling out in a steady rhythm of heave, ho's. The longboat began to steadily make-way towards the shore. It was a much further distance than you had initially thought. If you had tried to swim it you would have surely drowned.

Captain Hook stepped over the wooden plank of the seat that you were currently sitting on and situated himself beside you. It was a decent sized rowing boat, but you were both seated at the back and therefore the planks were shorter here than they were in the middle, forcing you to sit very close to one another. "We'll be ashore shortly. When you are on land, find the tree with the two drooping and twisted limbs. Don't worry, you will know which one it is as soon as you see it. Make your way past its leaves and you will find yourself in a hidden clearing. Follow the path at the end of it and it will lead you straight to the Picaninny Tribe. Tiger Lily has already long been rescued. She has ordered her people to be on the lookout for you. Pan and the other Lost Boys are busy combing every inch of this island looking for you as well. When one of the tribe spots you, they will take you to the princess. She will send her emissaries to Pan to come collect you. Tell them whatever you wish. As I told you before, what you choose to do from here on out is up to you, but just know that if you should ever have need of me, blow into this and I or one of my men will come find you."

Hook pulled out a small handheld metal object that looked a lot like a dog whistle, but it was strangely curved, as if to fit into the palm of your hand secretly. You took the tiny instrument from his offering hand, not sure whether you should thank him or not. "Keep it somewhere safe and on you at all times," Hook instructed.

You reached into your coat and placed it in the same pocket as Wendy's old book. "Good girl," Hook said as he inclined his head towards you approvingly.

Hook's little dagger suddenly felt very heavy inside the waistband of your pants where you had stashed it while he was busy lowering the boats. Technically you had stolen it from him, and if he had intended you harm then he would have done it already. Feeling the need to return it, you began to reach for it when Hook's good hand shot out and stopped you. You turned your head to face his. His eyes were as soft as his dulcet voice when he firmly said, "Keep it. Return it to me when you decide to return to your world, otherwise you will have need of it."    

You opened your mouth to respond, but the abrupt rocking of the boat as it hit sand stopped you.
"It seems this is our goodbye." Hook faintly smiled at you. Then without another word he unceremoniously lifted you up out of your seat and lowered your legs into the lukewarm, calf high water. The rising tide knocked you a bit off balance, but Hook's grip helped steady you. As soon as you had regained your footing on the shifting sands, his arms left you.

"Take care of yourself little one." he whispered regrettably into your ear before leaning back and reclaiming his former seat in the boat. With an elegant wave of his hand the other pirates took up their rowing once more, only this time they were heading back out to sea.

"Wait!" you called out taking a sloshing step forward, but the rest of your words stuck in your throat. What were you going to say? This was what you wanted, to be off of the ship and going back home to Peter and The Lost Boys. Yet as you watched Hook slowly get farther and farther away from you, you began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, you had placed your affections and trust in the wrong person here in Neverland. Could it be you fell for the real villain of Neverland and had spurned the hero? After all, if your time on Neverland had taught you anything, it was that nothing was ever as it seemed here, and maybe, just maybe, it was time you started to seriously question everything you had thought you'd known before.              

To be continued…

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Authors Note: Well what do you guys think now? Is Hook the hero or the villain of this story? More importantly which one do you like better so far?  I gotta say I have a real weak spot for our man Hook. He's just such a fun complex character to write. His motivations elude even me sometimes. I guess only time will tell what they really are. On another note, Peter and The Lost Boys are coming REAL soon guys! Are you excited? It feels so long since I've gotten to write them. I gotta admit, I'm really looking forward to writing Slightly and Nibs again. They are my favorite Lost Boys, but shhh don't tell the others...especially the Twins, they hold grudges. What will happen next? Stay tuned to the next chapter to find out. Well that's all from me for now. Until next time guys.. Much love to you all!    
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 39
“People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings


Happy Independence Day to all of my fellow Americans!! Can you believe we are almost on the 40th chapter? That seems so crazy to me, but I'm very thankful that you've all stuck with me for so long. I hope this series will continue on until its final end. Your support is the only thing that keeps me writing. So thank you all again.

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It took you quite some time to stop yourself from crying. The total wretchedness of the Darling children's life stories weighed heavily on your heart. How could this have happened? How could everyone have let this happen? Your mind kept asking you questions that you had no answers for. The worst one of all was what you were going to do next. Sometime in-between your sobs Hook had gently ushered you over to a hidden nook at the front side of the room, just a little away from the door. Your head had begun to throb from all the crying at that point and so you had barely registered that his bedroom had been hidden behind a black lacquered wall panel. How very much like a pirate was all you could manage to think at the time. The Captain had eased you down onto his ink colored silken sheets and then he had pulled an ornately embroidered crimson pillow beneath your aching head. He had muttered some reassuring words and tucked you in before placing a few handkerchiefs beside your curled up hand. You had watched numbly as his lean figure quietly disappeared back into the main part of the cabin. Your head felt groggier than it should have and you had a sneaking suspicion that you were still feeling some effects from whatever drug the nasty pirates had put on that rag. You just felt so tired, so very, very tired.

At some point you must have fallen asleep although you couldn't remember exactly how. One minute you were crying at the unfairness of the past and the cruelties of your present and the next you were blinking blearily up into a pitch black room, with only one flickering candle at the side of the bed to stave off the encroaching darkness. Laying still on the over-sized bed, you could feel the slight gentle rocking of the ship over the waves. It was comforting in a strange way, it was like the ocean was cradling you in it's arms like a mother would a crying child.

The first initial swells of emotion had ran their course and now you were left feeling emotionally drained, but clearer headed. You sat up in the bed, letting the silken covers glide down your body to pool in your lap. You gave your stiff neck a couple of rolls as you began to pull yourself together. Now was not the time for weeping or sleeping. Now that you had all this new information in your possession it was time for you to figure out what you were going to do with it. Earlier you had decided that you would listen to what Hook had to say, but also that you would not make any final judgement. Although your heart had felt that Hook's story had been true, there was still a possibility that he was just playing you. After all, everyone else in Neverland had seemed to fear and despise the infamous Captain so it wouldn't be too wise for you to take him at his word just yet. You had to confront Peter about the Darling children. Surely there was a reasonable explanation for all of this.  Maybe Hook had twisted some of the events around. Maybe Wendy really had put him up to killing her brothers so she could go home and then like Slightly had said, had been murdered by Hook when he saw his crew's loyalties shifting more towards her than him... There was just too much uncertainty left in the air. You had to get back to Peter and The Lost Boys to know the truth, which meant that you had to get off of this ship.

Quirking your head to one side you listened intently for any sort of noise coming from the other side of the hidden wall, but dead silence and the slight groaning of the wooden ship was all that followed. Hook had told you that he had only kidnapped Tiger Lily to use as a distraction so he could tell you this story for your own sake, so that you wouldn't end up like Wendy, but there was no way to know if that was true or not. If he was telling you the truth then he would have to let you go now that the story was finished, but what would you do if he didn't? What if he was planning on keeping you here hostage all along? You would have to fight your way off this ship if that's what it came down to.

You had Wendy's hand mirror still safely tucked away in your inner coat pocket, but you doubted that would be enough to get you out of this mess. You began to strain your eyes, peering into the darkness around you, searching for anything you could possibly use as a weapon. Hook's hidden bedroom was nothing, but four square walls. It was completely bereft of any decoration other than the bed set itself. The room was filled with nothing more than just a large bed and a small table with a candelabra on it. Compared to the lavishness of the main cabin this little nook felt absolutely barren. Yet there had to be something here you could use to help you escape, you were sure of it. Captain Hook was a centuries old notorious pirate, a pirate who's very own bedroom was kept hidden from the common eye. There was no way that someone like him wouldn't have a weapon of some sort stashed away in here in case someone tried to ambush him in the night.  

As quietly as you could you peeled the silken covers back and slowly leaned over the edge of the bed. You didn't want to risk placing your feet on a squeaky floorboard just yet, so you angled yourself so you were hanging over the side on your stomach as you began to feel around the side of the bed frame. You closed your eyes and let your hands guide you as you felt around every possible nook and cranny. You inched your way from one side of the bed towards the other. It was uncomfortable being on your stomach and reaching like that, but you refused to let it slow you down. You blindly groped along the legs of the bed and up again towards the side paneling of the bed frame, but alas there was nothing. There was a weapon in this room somewhere you could feel it. Taking a closer look around the room you decided to check the back of the bed's looming headboard. Gently, ever so gently, you placed your feet on the floor before hesitantly tip toeing towards the wall, but to your dismay the bed was pushed firmly up against the wall. There was no way you could push this heavy monstrosity of a bed aside without it being heard by someone. You would have to give up on that idea for now. Growing more exasperated by the moment your eyes scanned the room once more. Maybe he hid something under the mattress!

Dropping silently to the balls of your feet you crouched down and shoved one hand blindly between the mattress and the box spring. With your other hand you slightly lifted the top mattress at the edge to allow your arm some more moving room. Still there was nothing there to be seen. You feverishly checked the other side before dropping flat on your knees and jerking up the crimson bed skirt to peer under the bed. You could see nothing in this darkness and so you hesitantly reached and swept one arm into the empty space. You had the irrational fear that there was something under there that would bite you, but fortunately the only creatures under Captain Hook's bed were dust bunnies.

With each passing second your gut began to sink. You were so sure someone like him would have something in here, but if that were so then where was it and what was it? You spent the next few minutes soundlessly roaming your hands up and down the walls, looking for some sort of latch or hidden spring that might open up a secret compartment somewhere. The heroine always instantly found what they were looking for in the movies, you grumbled inwardly to yourself. Agitation and a fit of panic began to overtake you. You had to find something, anything, you needed to get out of here and fast. For all you knew Peter could still be fighting Hook's crew or he could be dead in a ditch somewhere, all while you were stuck here trying to play James Bond on a pirate ship.

As your desperation steadily mounted you dropped to the floor and began to sweep your arms in wide arches over the floorboards, probably looking like a beached sea turtle, but still nothing turned up, no latches, no catches, and no hidden trap doors either. Sighing heavily you rose back up on your knees. The small end table caught your eye and so you waddled over to it and began to inspect it. There was no drawer to it, but maybe something was taped onto the bottom of it. The movies always had some sort of gun or knife duct taped there. You eagerly felt around with your fingers only to meet the smooth flat wood of the underside of the table. Exasperation began to overtake you. You had searched everything in this room from top to bottom only to turn up nothing. Maybe Hook didn't need to hide a weapon, after all the man had a literal hook for a hand. Did he sleep with that thing on or was it something he could take off? A shiver ran up your spine as you decided it wasn't something you wanted to think too hard about.

You blew your previously held breath out from between your lips and flopped back hopelessly onto the bed. What did it matter if Hook heard you, when you didn't have the slightest hope of getting passed him with only a hand mirror and an old children's book. Maybe Hook really would just let you go if you asked. There was a possibility he was telling the truth after all and maybe he really did just want to warn you about Wendy, Peter, and Neverland. He hadn't threatened or tried to hurt you since you came on board, in fact he had been the very model of manners and hospitality. He had even held you when you had cried and let you sleep in his own bed. Still there was a niggling feeling in the pit of your stomach that didn't believe it would be that easy. He had, had you drugged and kidnapped to get you here in the first place...and then there was poor George...

You pinched your eyes shut as George's jovial image appeared unbidden in your mind's eye, lingering there in stark clarity. You swore that if you ever got off this ship you would go back and find his body. You would return him to Pixie Hollow where his family and friends were. You would not leave him to rot on the ground like some insignificant bug. What hurt you the most about George's death was that George had been one of the only creatures on this island to have treated you as a real person, not as an enemy, an outsider, an inferior being, or just Peter Pan's other world girlfriend. He had just seen you as you and that really meant the world to you as a stranger in this strange land.

A pang of grief gripped your heart as you rolled over onto your side. George's death had been the first you had witnessed in Neverland. The Chief of the Picanniny Tribe had already been murdered by the time you had seen his body, but you were forced to watch helplessly as George's tiny body went stiff and fade of all it's color. Despite his seemingly good manners and enigmatic charm you would not forget that this little meeting had caused the death of one of the only nice pixies you had ever met. The death of someone who didn't deserve it. No, you would not trust Captain Hook to let you go easily.

Feeling all the more powerless with each passing second you outstretched your left arm underneath your head to use as a makeshift pillow, but you suddenly froze when the tips of your fingers brushed something hard hidden underneath the pile of decorative pillows just above your head. You sprang up as if you had just been struck by lightning. A frenzied hope filled up inside you setting your frayed nerves to sing with anticipation as you tore away the top layers of the frivolous pillows. Could it possibly be?

Yes, it was! There secretly wedged between two of the bottom pillows was a small dagger safely tucked into it's plain leather sheath. The pillows had protected it from first glance. It was quite clever really. If you had been sleeping when someone entered the room you could have easily concealed one of your arms beneath the small mound of pillows and armed yourself without the attacker being the wiser. You had torn this room apart without ever tearing the top of the bed apart. Why hadn't you thought to check the pillows first? It didn't matter now though, you had found it! At least now you had some hope of battling or bargaining your way off of this ship! You could sneak up behind Mr. Smee and put the dagger to his throat and threaten Hook to drop you off at port otherwise he'd be without a first mate. Considering how he had looked so haunted thinking of all the dead crew members he's seen throughout the years you doubted he would like to watch another one be murdered in front of him, especially one of the few whom he allowed into his private quarters. Of course you could never actually bring yourself to kill Mr. Smee, but Hook didn't know that and you planned to keep it that way. After releasing it from it's sheaf and inspecting it's sharpness, you decided to conceal the tiny, but deadly weapon inside the inner band of your pants on your right hand side for instant easy access.

After re-making the bed and seeing to it that every pillow was put in exactly the place it had been before, you decided to exit the room. You gently pulled down on the camouflaged latch at the side of the paneled door that opened up into the main Captain's Quarters. It was eerily quiet as you hesitantly stepped forward. Your eyes went to the chair where Mr. Smee had been napping beside Tinker Bell earlier, but both his seat and the small lantern were empty. The long dining table too had been completely cleared of contents and covered with a fresh tablecloth. There was no movement in the cabin save for your own. Where was everybody? you asked yourself as you made your way deeper into the room.  You had just reached the grand piano forte, marveling at all the keys, when a sudden creak from the front door sent you swiveling towards it's direction. Your hand reflexively flew to the dagger at your hip, but you didn't draw it.

"I'm sorry, did I frighten you?" Hook's dulcet voice gently called from across the room.

He had, but you didn't want to admit that so instead you forced your features to go blank and answered in an a bland tone, "Not at all. I was just wondering where everyone was."

With his long legs Hook was halfway across the room in just a matter of a few casual strides. To your relief he stopped midway between you and the door. His countenance was unhurried and languid as usual. His arms were folded behind his perfectly postured back as he examined you with his cool gaze. Without Mr. Smee here to take hostage, and with him very strategically positioned between you and the only exit, you suddenly found yourself without very many options for escape. You could try pulling the dagger on Hook, but you'd have to make it a surprise attack to make sure he couldn't block it and even then you'd have to make it a killing blow, otherwise if he were left still able to fight back you'd be overpowered by him easily, wounded or not.

The Captain must have sensed your thoughts because he suddenly went very still. His voice was purposefully even as he proceeded to answer your previous thinly veiled question, "I sent Mr. Smee to his room for the night to sleep. As for Miss Bell's whereabouts I cannot say. She comes and goes as she pleases."

One side of Hook's lips pulled upwards in a wry smile as he stared unblinkingly at you. Though his body was primed to react instantly if necessary his natural teasing rakishness was still very present in his expression. His sharp eyes flickered to where your hand was currently hovering by your side. A short snicker rumbled through his chest as he full on grinned at you.

"I take it you found my dagger?"

Heat flooded to your cheeks at having been so obviously caught. Seeing as how he already had figured you out you decided to draw the small knife out anyway. Better to have it out now than to try and grab for it later. You wielded it threateningly in front of you as you angled your body slightly to the side in case he decided to rush you. Every nerve in your body was heightened as you prepared to fight your way out. You didn't want to have to kill Captain Hook, but you would if he made you.

Your body automatically tensed when Hook angled his own lithe body towards the side, however your brow furrowed in confusion when in an elegant sweeping motion of his arms he gestured gallantly towards the still open door.

You stood frozen in your battle stance, staring perplexedly as Hook made no other movements towards you. He simply stood there in his position halfway in-between you and the door with an almost mockingly serene look on his exquisitely handsome face. His arms still splayed in the gentlemanly pantomime of "after you".  

"Are you taunting me right now?" You asked disbelievingly. "You do know that I've survived murder attempts from both the mermaid queen and the pixie one right? Don't underestimate me. I won't go down so easily!" you shouted slightly outraged.

The nerve of this guy to just stand there with that smug grin on his face, practically daring you to walk past him, while you were busy plotting out how exactly you would slip his own dagger into his neck!

"I apologize if I've given you the wrong idea, but I assure you I'm not trying to mock you. In fact I am trying to convey to you that you are free to leave any time you wish."

"What?"

Hook's face fell into neutrality and his voice became placatingly crisp, yet his eyes still twinkled with amusement as he continued, "Despite how you were brought aboard this ship, you are not a prisoner on it. I told you earlier that I only wished to make the past known to you. Now that you are aware of it and of the double-edged sword that is the promises of Neverland you are free to leave. I give you my word that no one will try to stop you."

You shot Hook a skeptical glare. There was no way it could be that easy could it?

Hook lightly chuckled to himself, "You are quite an entertaining child."

Indignation flared inside your cheeks. How dare he patronize you in this situation!  

To make matters worse, Hook then threw his head back and began to laugh candidly.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!" you shrieked sounding just like the child he had accused you of being. This entire situation was becoming ridiculous.    

Wiping a tear from his eyes with one long slender finger he attempted to apologize, though it's meaning was lost thanks to the humor still peppering his words. "I'm sorry, I'm not making sport of you, truly. It's just your expressions are so charmingly comical. Are you aware that everything you think shows upon your face?"

The heat that was currently inflaming your cheeks began to spread up into the tips of your ears. You were painfully aware of that fact and you didn't need him pointing it out to you.

"You mean to tell me that I can just waltz right out that door and nothing will happen to me?" you asked incredulously.

Hook had managed to control the laughter left in his voice and the merriment in his eyes dimmed down to normal as he answered simply. "Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying."

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to believe me." he replied with an elegant shrug, "Of course you are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. No one is forcing you to stay or leave. You are free to do as you please. I realize this may be hard for you to believe, given my reputation around Neverland and what not, but I'm not the monster you think I am. I have no intentions of forcing you or manipulating you into doing anything. I'm a pirate, I believe in the freedom of the human person more than anything else in this world."

After his short speech Hook folded his arms over his broad chest and locked eyes with you. His meticulously groomed face showed no signs of deception or his usual predatory sensuality. He had dropped all of his dangerous and charismatic veneer and was simply standing there, letting you see the real him. He was just a man, waiting for you to decide what you wanted to do. Part of you was inclined to believe him, but this was not a situation where you could blindly trust in your feelings. People can lie, and feelings can be fooled.

Seeing the distrust in your eyes, Hook raised his arms in the universal sign of surrender and slowly backed away to the opposite side of the room. He stopped when his back brushed against the black lacquered wall and inclined his head towards the door.

"Keep your eyes on me if you must." was all he had to say.

Darting your glance between him, and the now open space between you and the doorway, you tightened your grip on the dagger and began to slowly edge your way closer towards the door. You kept your eyes trained on Hook, your nerves were on high alert, just waiting for him to make a move, but he never did. He maintained his position against the wall with his arms up patiently as you inched closer and closer towards the only entrance and exit. When you had reached it you turned yourself around, facing your back towards the open doorway. You would not turn your back on him no matter how harmless he tried to appear. You nervously checked over your shoulder with every step, making sure no one could sneak up behind you. Eventually you had made it into the hallway. It was completely empty. There wasn't a soul around to be seen or heard.

"Go towards your right and then make another right. There will be a set of stairs that will take you to the deck." Hook's disembodied voice called out from the room.

You didn't know if it was a trap or not, but honestly he could have taken you down in the room if he had wanted to. Despite what you had said, Hook was bigger and stronger than you and more than likely a more experienced fighter. The small dagger in your hand didn't exactly level the playing field, especially considering Hook had a built in weapon of his own. You glanced down the hallway once more. After a brief's moment of hesitation you decided to go down the right side like he had suggested. Keeping your back to the wall and your dagger at the ready you made your way down the hall, your ears listening for any sounds and your eyes constantly scanning your surroundings. Hook didn't follow you. Once you reached the end of the hallway you took the other right turn and sure enough there were the set of stairs that led upwards just as Hook had said. Could it be maybe everything Hook had said had been true? Was he really not the monster everyone had made him out to be? You just didn't know. For now you would just focus on getting off of this ship.

As you began making your way up the steep narrow steps a sudden terrible fear gripped your heart. How would you get off the ship if you were in the middle of the ocean? Surely there had to be some kind of emergency dinghy on deck in case the ship went down right? Spurred on by a new sense of urgency you began to take the stairs two at a time. Before long there was an opening at the top of the stairs and you raced toward it. You couldn't stop now that you were so close, so very close. Peter's heart-rendering face appeared in your mind, smiling his devil-may-care smile and laughing heartily. Your pounding heart thrummed in your ears as you pushed yourself towards those last few steps. Wait for me Peter, I'll be with you soon. you prayed as you reached the top of the stairs and stumbled out onto the deck. It's only a matter of time.

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Authors Note:  We're almost free ya'll! Well almost... Are you guys relieved or saddened that we are getting away from Hook? Speaking of which do you trust him now or not? Honestly I'm a little sad to leave him since he is so fun to write, but at the same time I get to go back to writing Peter and boy does he have some splaining to do when we see him. It's been so long since we've seen him, I wonder what he's been up to all this time. And what about our poor Tootles? I hope he still isn't looking for us... This happy reunion may get a bit awkward, then again aren't all family reunions that way? Guess we'll just have to find out what happens in the next chapter. Well that's all from me for now. Until next time guys.. Much love to you all!    
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 38
“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” ― Ernest Hemingway

Actions speak louder than words, or do they? Do you think Hook will let us go or is he scheming something? If we do get out of this mess who are you looking forward to seeing the most? Peter? One of the Lost Boys? Tiger Lily? Let me know in the comments below who is your fav. Until next time guys.

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Well basically I just dabble in many things so this is just the place I put some of it. I read all of my comments/notes and I'm usually pretty good at responding so don't be afraid and drop me a note if you'd like. All favs, comments, and watchers are greatly appreciated! Seriously, you guys make my day!
.: Read the comments :. Stamp by Beti-Kot 'Notes make me feel special' stamp by Synfull Opinions Stamp by Bandarai exciting stamp by Elegant-Rose Fav and RUN - stamp by JWiesner Self taught artist - stamp by Eirene86 Fave and Run Stamp by Spyridon Stamp: Love Commenters by Flame-of-the-Phoenix Think before you type stamp by andaria

I'm 24 years old and I have no love life (thus the reason I'm on here so often lol). But I make up for that hole by filling it with lots and lots of fandoms! I love so many things in so many different genres I cannot even begin to list. So instead just look at the obnoxious stamps and guess for yourself what I'm like. XD

Writers Stamp by shadow-wolf-haunts The Quenchiest Stamp by CubieJ Disney fan stamp by Bea-Gonzalez I love sweets - stamp by candysores Retro Gamer Stamp by Sora05 NERD Stamp by Kojima2087 Stamp: Zim Fan For Life by reggiewolfpro I Love Writing Stamp by Mirz123 Fantasy+RealLife Stamp by Monkey-Girl146 STAMP: Glasses by Emotikonz Night Person Stamp by ClearBlueSkys I Heart Tea Stamp by croaky Fangirl Stamp by BowChickaBowWow Music Stamp by Taylorinchains Dib Doin' Stuff Stamp by Zim-Shady Jack Stamp by Sinister-Starfeesh I Support Imagination stamp by c3ph31d OHSHC Stamp by caricaturesque :thumb159743562: .:Dirty Mind Stamp:. by Viten Sleep - Stamp by Suyy Nice Butt Stamp by Kezzi-Rose I love zombies stamp by sayuri-hime-7 Sleep is Overrated Stamp by Mirz123


Current Residence: Somewhere in suburbia have fun stalking me
Favourite genre of music: I love em all
Favourite style of art: Love em all
MP3 player of choice: Itunes
Personal Quote: "I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Edgar Allan Poe
Interests
  • Listening to: Islands In The Stream -Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers
  • Reading: The Shell Seekers
  • Eating: Popcorn
  • Drinking: Water
RULES: Tag 8 people people you want to know better! 

I was tagged by the lovely :iconthejedifairy:  

1) NAME?:
Cayla, AKA Fox

2) STAR SIGN?:
Libra though I don't believe in horoscopes

3) AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?:
Depends on the day, usually it's about 6-7 hours though when I have to work on weekdays. On weekends it's more like 10 lol.

4) LUCKY NUMBER?:
Don't believe in lucky numbers but I've always loved the number 22


5) LAST THING I GOOGLED?:

Probably Wikileaks to see what Clinton's top aides said about Catholics seeing as I am one. 

6) FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?:
I don't think I can pick just one, but I love Stiles from Teen Wolf, Shin Se Gi from Kill Me, Heal Me, Jareth from the Labyrinth is in there somewhere as well. I don't know I've read so many books and watched so many shows that it's impossible for me to pick just one. 

7) WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:
Black cotton t-shirt, long black knit cardigan, and blue athletic pants. I know I'm so stylish. ;)

8) WHEN DID YOU START THIS ACCOUNT?:
7 years ago, I don't know the exact date but boy do I feel ancient now...

9) AMOUNT OF WATCHERS?:
739, Never though that was possible.Thank you all so much for watching me, you guys are what keeps me writing.

10) WHAT DO YOU POST?:
Reader Inserts. I have 2 series and that's what I only have time to work on though I may post the occasional picture or tag. 

11) DO YOU RUN ANY MORE BLOGS?:
I run 4 Tumblr blogs as well. 

12) DO YOU GET A LOT OF COMMENTS?:
I wouldn't consider them a lot but for me they are. I'm not super popular on here but I get a decent amount of comments from my friends and watchers. Though I think most of the comments on my stuff are my own replies lol. 

13) WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR USERNAME?:
This sounds silly but when I made this account I was obsessed with The Dresden Dolls and they have a song called Dirty Business which had the lyrics "Queen takes Jack" and I was listening to that while I was trying to come up with a name so I just put that in. Turns out someone else already had that account so uncreative me just put in my favorite number afterwards and there you have it. 

These are the people I nominate: 
:iconpuppiluvr: :icongglove1864: :iconskyedoodle: :iconnalamarietotallyrock: :iconpenguinloverxxx: :iconisabellagraxe13: :iconfayasia: :iconrbkitsune: 

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GoogsSearchBarz Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2016  Student Artist
Hi Hi! I've been reading you're peter pan fic for a long time, and i'm sorry to ask- But when's the next update for it? ;3; You're writing is splendid, btw! Beautifully detailed, and you definitely know how to leave a reader hanging! :) Stay amazing at you're work, Cayla! I can't wait to read more <3 
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2016
Thank you so much! I'm so honored you like it! The next chapter will come out some time this month. I have it halfway written but I started a new class course so I've been a bit busy and haven't been able to finish it, but I will get something out this month! Hopefully sooner rather than later. Thank you for hanging in there with me I really appreciate it. Kaori Smile Icon 
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GoogsSearchBarz Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2016  Student Artist
No problem friend! ^^ I hope you don't push yourself too much! Make sure to just take you're time <3 I hope you're class goes well for you! Cheers!
Super excited for what's going to happen next :D
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Wolfabella555 Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Happy birthday!
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2016
Aww thank you so much! Hug 3# 
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Wolfabella555 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
No problem! Everyone deserves a happy birthday! :D
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iwannasetstuffonfire Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2016
Wow they did such a good job of explaining the insane history of the houses. There is always so much info overload that it's easy to get confused but they laid it out really nicely. 
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iwannasetstuffonfire Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Did you watch Part 2 as well?
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2016
Yes, I did. I watched all of them except for the Baratheon one. 
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