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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 3

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"Tiger Lily," Peter said into the air softly. "Peter, I need to speak to you. It is urgent," said the Indian woman and her voice was rich and sultry. Jealousy reared its ugly head inside of you as you slowly took in the girl in front of you. She was tall for a woman with long legs that seemed to go on for miles. She had on a soft beige doe skin dress that wrapped around her chest and hips snuggly and ended mid-thigh with fringe tassels. She had an athletic grace about her with finely toned arms and not an inch of fat about her. Her skin was bronze as if it were kissed by the sun and smooth without the slightest blemish. She had shining jet black hair that she wore in two low thick braids that hung gently over her shoulders and stopped just past her breasts. But what was most striking about this woman was her face. It was all broad sharp angles and looked like a piece of art. Her jaw was strong and pointed which gave shape to impossibly high cheekbones; the kind of cheekbones celebrities paid big money to have. Her lips were full and round with a natural rosy brown pout. Her nose was perfectly straight and sharp. She had large almond shaped eyes that were so dark they looked almost black with long lashes that swept like butterfly wings every time she blinked. In the middle of her forehead was a slim turquoise leather band that wrapped around her head and held one long eagle feather pointing straight up in the back. Pocahontas would weep with jealousy had she seen this exotic creature in front of you.

"Okay, have a seat," Peter said and he snapped his fingers together twice. In an instant Tootles was there beside Tiger Lily with a plain wooden straight backed chair. Tiger Lily looked at it dubiously and didn't sit. You couldn't help, but notice Tootles's baby blue eyes darting nervously between Peter, you, and the beautiful Indian woman. "I'm afraid this is a private matter," she said and her dark eyes glanced towards you for a split second before returning back to Peter. If you hadn't been studying her so closely you probably would have missed it. "It's okay Lily. Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of my men and my girl."  Tiger Lily's eyebrows went up in surprise and she turned her head towards you. She quietly examined you for a few seconds, her face an unreadable mask. You fought not to squirm under her scrutiny. You would not let this woman intimidate you, no matter how beautiful she was. You straightened your posture and met her gaze evenly.  After a few more hushed seconds a faint smile tugged her luscious lips and she gave you a nod of acknowledgement which you returned a little hesitantly.   

It was then that Peter piped up and motioned to Tiger Lily with one hand, "(your name) this is Tiger Lily Princess of the Picanniny Tribe and a trusted old friend," then he began to motion towards you with his other hand, "Tiger Lily this is (your name), the first and only female member of The Lost Boys." Of course she had to be a princess. How do you compete with that? your inner mind turned snarky, but what you said aloud was, "Hello, it's nice to meet you Princess." The faint trace of a smile crossed her lips again, but it did not reach her eyes. It was then that you noticed her eyes were a little glossy, like she wanted to cry. Sympathy for this gorgeous creature began to well up in you and you weren't even sure why. It's not like you stole Peter from her or anything. He came to find you after all.   

"Call me Tiger Lily please. It is nice to meet you as well. Any friend of Peter's is a friend of mine." Her voice was deep and even, betraying the hurt look in her eyes. She then gracefully sat down on the little wooden chair. Her posture was straight, but relaxed and her hands came to rest on her lap. It was as if she were sitting on a throne. The faint smile on her lips completely vanishes and her lips are now pressed in a grim line. The look in her black eyes becomes deadly serious and holds an unspoken weight. You can't help, but notice a slight tremble starting in her arms, but the lovely princess stops it by clasping her hands together tightly. The cozy feeling of the room seems to change along with her demeanor. The hushed conversations had by The Lost Boys come to a halt and the air filled with a tension that had not been there a few seconds ago. Peter too had felt it for he stopped leaning on his arms and was now sitting straight up. His attention completely focused on Tiger Lily. His warm brown eyes that had earlier held a hint of humor and mischievousness were now sharp and attentive. "What is it Lily?" he asked his liquid voice barely above a whisper. All eyes in the room were now focused on the lovely princess. She inhaled a deep breath and seemed to compose herself. Her face was grave as she looked into Peter's eyes and said, "It's my father. He has been…He has been murdered." A collective gasp filled the room and pity welled in your heart for this gorgeous woman you barely even knew. So that's why she looked as if she was trying not to cry. It had nothing to do with petty jealousy. A wash of shame came riding upon the coat tails of your sympathy. You wanted to tell this woman you were sorry, but weren't sure your commentary was appropriate. You snuck a glance at Peter beside you. He was as still as a statue. His muscles tightened in his biceps and in between his open knees where his arms hung you could see his fists balled so tight it was turning his knuckles white. You watched as he sat there immobile; absorbing this shocking news. His arched brows were furrowed in stunned frustration and his jaw was locked. It hurt you to see him look so hurt and angry.  

You turned your gaze back to Tiger Lily, but her cool composure had cracked and she was now silently crying, her head in her hands, with her back racking in silent sobs. The sight was too heartbreaking and personal to watch. So you swept your gaze across the room instead. Slightly was hunched over the worn piano. His sandy blonde head resting heavily on one long arm. There was absolutely no sign of his usual playful smile. His face was completely washed of all emotion as his dark emerald eyes stared aimlessly down at the still piano keys. It was as if he couldn't yet figure out what he was feeling. You tore your eyes from him and they landed on Cubby on one of the big beds. He was no longer lying down casually on his side. He was now sitting at the very foot of the bed. His large frame was hunched in on himself and you noticed that he was still clutching onto the ragged teddy bear. He hugged it to his chest in-between his large quarterback arms. His droopy puppy dog eyes looked so sad, like a basset hound that was lost. Your eyes continued their surveillance and swept to the bed beside Cubby's where Nibs was. He too was no longer lying down on his side. He was sitting up, his legs hung over the sides of the bed listlessly. The tanned bare skin of his upper half gleamed in the flickering firelight. The face underneath the sinister lion's head was drawn. His sapphire eyes were fixed on the floor; lost in his own thoughts. He bore his grief in silent solemnity. You looked up to the hammock above you.  

The twins had their heads bowed in bereaved respect. They held each other's hand for comfort and support. You watched as one single tear fell from their luminous grey eyes at the same time; one fell from one of the twin's right eye, the other from the other twin's left. The visual was both striking and melancholy. Looking at them once again made you feel like you were watching a sad silent film where there is no sound, but the emotions are so raw they say so much more than words ever could. Taking in a shaky gulp you turned to where the fire blazed. Tootles was no longer there. Your eyes quickly searched the room for him. You finally found him sitting on the floor by your side a little away from you. He had his legs curled up to his chest and his thin arms were wrapped around them tightly; his head rested on them. The black kohl around his one eye only made the color of his light blue eyes stand out more. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were a little too wide and his jaw and lower lip trembled as if he were trying with all his might to hold it in. The panda cap over his dark hair was slightly askew and tipping over the left side of his face. He looked so terribly young.  

Their grief was a tangible thing. It filled the secret tree house and seeped into your soul like an invisible mist of pain and loss. You had never met the Indian princess's father and you barely knew any of the other men in this room, but in just your short time of knowing them you had already forged a deep bond that allowed you to share in their heartbreak. Hot tears prickled your eyes and began to fall silently and steadily down your cheeks, but you were numb to them. You had no idea how much time had passed with you all sitting like that, it could have been hours or mere minutes. But the silence was shattered when Peter's voice rang out across the room when he said, "Who?"

That one simple word held so much fury and danger that it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Tiger Lily visibly gathered herself and she wiped the back of her palms furiously at her eyes. When she spoke again her voice was gravelly, but strong, "Hook." A flurry of curses and angry outcries filled the room in an instant. Nibs stood up abruptly, his body poised for a fight. At the piano Slightly's emerald eyes blazed with outrage and a promise of violence. Your eyes slid to Peter, but he did not move or speak. He was hard as a stone and his eyes were concentrated on Tiger Lily. She gave a dismal nod at Peter and continued on, ignoring Nib's steady string of swear words. "My father went out to fish near Marooners' Rock like he always does. As you know it is harvest season so he went alone while the rest of us stayed on the island to finish our tasks. It became very late and he hadn't returned so we got worried. So I and some of my tribesmen went down to the shore to see if we could spot him," her voice cracked and she took a moment to breathe before continuing on, "That's when we found him. The tide had washed him up on the shore and…and." Her breath caught in her throat and made a strangled sobbing sound. Your heart cracked at the awful tearing sound. Cubby surprised you all by getting up and walking over to Tiger Lily's side. He handed her his worn teddy bear, which she took without hesitation and hugged to her chest tightly. His big hand came to rest lightly on her slim copper shoulder. Seeing this gorgeous Native American princess cradling an old child's toy to her bosom should have looked ridiculous, but it didn't. "It's okay, take your time." Peter told her softly.  

All of the boys now looked dejected and uncomfortable. You hadn't noticed that the tears were still falling softly down your face until you felt a soft cloth being gently dabbed on your right cheek. You turned your head and saw Tootles, still on the floor, but reaching up to dry your tears with his handkerchief. His young boyish face looked up at you earnestly. You quietly thanked him and took the offered hankie and you wiped away the rest of your tears while silently telling yourself to suck it up. You needed to be strong for these boys. They had obviously just lost someone very dear to them. With your vision cleared now you could see that Nibs had produced his own handkerchief out of his lion skin pants and had given it to Tiger Lily. His hankie was crumpled and a little on the dingy side, but she took it gratefully.  

After she had wiped her tear-stained face she regained her regal posture and continued on with her story, "As I was saying, we found him washed up on the shore. His throat had been cut very deeply from ear to ear. The wound was not made by a blade, but it was circular…just like a hook. We weren't sure it was Captain Hook though at first until we found a waterlogged note tucked in my father's headpiece. It was a message warning us that if we continued to ally ourselves with you Peter that he would kill us all. He murdered my father to drive the point home. We have been at odds with Captain Hook for years, but something has changed," Tiger Lily's dark smoldering eyes blazed as they met Peter's, "Hook has finally snapped. Any honor or decency he might have had before is completely lost now. By killing my father he has declared war on all of us. It will only be a matter of time before he comes after you all as well."  The hurt in her eyes was then replaced by a fierce determination as she continued to lock gazes with Peter. "Hook has been sailing these never ending seas for years with no place but his ship to call home. He has no love for his crew or anything else in this world. And he has already lost one of his hands to you and the Tick-Toc Croc. He is a man with nothing to lose Peter. He has upped the stakes already and is calling for blood. You are his greatest opponent. He will challenge you and of course you will accept it, but I beg you Peter be careful! Hook will no doubt cheat and fight dirty. He no longer wants to just defeat you, he wants to kill you. You must not let that happen, not just for yourself, but for all of us in Neverland. So when you face him this time you absolutely must take his life. We cannot afford to let a madman go free. It is time we all finally put an end to this rivalry once and for all. This next battle with Captain Hook will be our last one. As new acting chief of the Picanniny Tribe I and my people pledge our allegiance to you. We will assist you in any way we possibly can. We will be sending my father off on his final journey tonight at the encampment. I invite you all to join us if you wish to pay your last respects." With that said she nimbly came to stand on her feet.

You tried to absorb all of this new information. There was a man out there who had already killed an Indian chief and who now intended to kill Peter. You couldn't let that happen! Peter gathered to his feet and took one of Tiger Lily's hands in his. He looked into her surprised eyes and said sincerely, "We will all be there. If you need anything of us just say the word and it will be done." The Lost Boys all chimed in with their agreements. She solemnly thanked them and withdrew her hand from Peter's. You stood too and as she was turning to leave you called out to her, "Wait!" She stopped in her tracks and turned to face you.

You hurried to her side and impulsively pulled her into a firm hug. She immediately stiffened, but it wasn't long before her body relaxed and her long willowy arms reached around and returned your embrace. She smelt of sandalwood, leather, lily of the valley, and wild lavender. After a few moments she pulled back, but held lightly onto your elbows. Her dazzling onyx colored eyes captured yours and her velvet throaty voice said to you, "Make sure Peter doesn't do anything stupid and get himself killed. His survival is detrimental to all of us in Neverland. He is impossibly hard headed so you will have to keep a close watch on him. He will listen to you though. I can tell." She paused and flashed you a wistful smile. "I must get back to my people now. The tribe needs me. Take care of our boy (your name)."   

You nodded your assent. You would do anything to protect Peter, even if that meant from himself. Words would not be enough to explain your feelings for Peter, but Tiger Lily's wan smile showed understanding.  With that she released your arms, her long fingers brushing ever so faintly across your skin. She said her goodbyes to the rest of the boys and then as dexterous and silent as a deer she leaped up and out of one of the hidden doors and was gone. You couldn't help, but feel a deep respect for the Native American princess, wait no, now she was a chief. She had just brutally lost her father, but she still had the strength to come here personally and warn the boys of the impending danger. She was also trying to be brave for her people. You hadn't the faintest of doubts that she would make an excellent new leader of the Picanniny Tribe. You were pulled out of your thoughts of the enigmatic Tiger Lily by the keening whistle of a delicate instrument.  

You whipped around and saw Peter standing in the middle of the room holding a wooden lute in his hands. All the Lost Boys gathered to their feet military style again at the sound. In a calm, but commanding tone Peter addressed them, "I know you all are angry. I feel your fury and your anguish. I too am eager to avenge our fallen comrade, but there will be time enough for that later. What is most important now is that we pay our respects to the chief and send him on his way. He was a brave warrior and trusted ally. He deserves a proper farewell from all of us. We know that Hook is on the hunt for us. So from now on we will set up a watch just in case he finds his way here and attempts to ambush us. Two-men on watch at a time, Cubby and Slightly will take the first shift, then Nibs and Tootles, Tootles you will have to rest up afterwards while the Twins take their shift. I will be trusting you to watch over (your name) while I'm on watch." Tootles gave a heartfelt salute and answered with a yes sir! "Good. Twins, I want you to move the spare bed into my bedroom. I want (your name) close to me in case Hook shows up." The Twins nodded their assent and quickly began to push the bed you were previously sitting on past the bear skin curtain. So that was Peter's room? And you were now going to be sleeping in the same room…a private room… Your heart leapt as your imagination began running wild.                     

You were pulled out of your reverie by Peter's strong hands resting on your shoulders. You snapped out of it and looked up into his well chiseled face. His twinkling warm brown eyes were pinched at the corners with worry. "Are you okay? Your cheeks are turning red." You cast your eyes downwards with embarrassment as you answered back, "I'm fine. Just got caught up in my thoughts."  He was quiet for a few seconds and you felt him staring down at you. "Are you scared?" he asked you softly. Your head whipped up to face him. His wavy auburn hair was flopping messily over his forehead and without thinking you reached up to brush it away from his eyes. "I'm scared for you." You answered him honestly.

A rueful smile spread across his lovely face, and he shook his head lightly back and forth. He moved one hand up and grabbed your chin gently, bringing it up so you would look at him. His eyes were open and honest as he said, "Don't you worry about me. I'll be okay, I always am. Hook hasn't bested me yet and we've been going at it for years. I'm more worried about you. Neverland is a dangerous place already and now it's turning into a war zone. I never would have brought you here had I known this would happen. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you. So I want you to keep in my sight at all times. Understand?"    

You nodded and replied, "I understand." His smile widened as he said, "Good." Then he leaned in and laid a tender chaste kiss on your lips. Your mouths hovered together, the faintest touch of lips; as delicate as the gossamer wings of a pixie, beating together softly only to glide away and back again. Your kisses earlier had been intense and passionate, but these kisses although equally as heart fluttering, held so much more meaning to them. Before you had felt his desire for you, but now with his soft lips on yours and his warm hand cupping your jaw, you knew it was so much more than just physical attraction between you two. It seemed crazy that you could come to care so much about a person you had only met hours ago, but here you were, and your heart had never felt anything as powerful as it did now for this very strange and enchanting boy. His silken lips left yours to place a kiss in the middle of your forehead. "Come on; let's get ready for the Chief's funeral." Peter said while taking your hand in his and pulling you towards the bear skin curtain where his personal room was. As you followed his lead you sent up a silent prayer. Please do not let this all just be a dream.  Please, let me keep this. Let me keep him.   

Too be continued…

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Authors Note: So that's it for part 3. What'd you guys think? I couldn't bring myself to make Tiger Lily a evil. She was just too cool in the movie when she refused to betray Peter to Captain Hook. I wanted to keep her as a respectable character and I think she'd make a good leader for her people. Also there is a point to these sad turn of events, but that will make itself more apparent as the story goes on. You guys just gotta trust me on this one. Anyways that's all for this chapter and I hope you look forward to part 4!
See you next time,
           Fox
:iconmanlytearsplz:Farewell Chief Great Big Little Panther…we hardly knew ye…

Sorry dear readers, but it just wouldn’t be a good story if there was no drama in it! There is a point to all the sadness though; I’m not just putting you through these feels just to torment you all I promise!
 

Peter Pan belongs to Sir James M. Barrie & :icondisneyplz:
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Farewell Chief, King of the Picanniny, his body will decay.