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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.
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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.  

Until next time guys.

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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...

To be continued…


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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.

Until next time guys.

To see my inspirations for this story go to: queentakesjack22.tumblr.com/ta…

For exclusive updates on upcoming chapters follow me on my Tumblr. Also feel free to ask me any questions in my ask box if you have any concerns about the story or anything else.
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Peter Pan belongs to Sir James M. Barrie & :icondisneyplz:
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Current Residence: Somewhere in suburbia have fun stalking me
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MP3 player of choice: Itunes
Personal Quote: "I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Edgar Allan Poe
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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: 

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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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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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