Neverland twins chapter 3
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Peter brought Caroline to Neverland only because he knew Felix missed his twin sister, Peter never wanted a girl his vision was the lost boys but when Caroline got to Neverland he saw how happy the twins were to be reunited and he grew to accept her. There are only three people on this island who know the truth Peter, Felix and Caroline.
Caroline is talking with Wendy Darling in her cage when she hears in her head. "Come back to camp Peter needs us."
She likes to visit with Wendy every now again, she has formed what some might call a friendship with Wendy. Her friendship with Wendy is different then her friendship with Tinker Bell. For one Tinker Bell is not in a cage she can roam free in Neverland nor is she a prisoner.
When she gets back to camp she notices her twin brother and Peter at the baseline of the trees near their huts. "I need you both to do something for me."
Xxx
"I'll do the talking you sometimes are intimating." Felix glares at her, she shrugs her shoulders. There's a reason Peter only sends Caroline to talk with Wendy it's because any other lost boy might scare her.
This is the first time neither twin have been out of Neverland since they arrived over a hundred years ago. They find the home they were sent to find and knock on the door. A brunette gentleman answers the door he sees their clothing they are still in their matching outfits of red jeans a green top and a green cloak with black boots her have a wedge. He goes to shut the door when Felix stops it and the gentleman hears the female speak. "Are you John or Michael Darling?"
The gentleman still trying to close the door responds. "John."
Both twins smile at each other. "We have your sister Wendy."
John stops pushing the door closed and looks at them. He's never seen them before but they know his sister. How did they get Wendy. "How is she? Is she ok? Where is she?"
“She's fine I was just talking with her this morning. We were sent with a message from Pan." She glances over at her twin.
"If you want your sister back you have to go to Boston Massachusetts and get us the boy. You'll find him at an adoption agency. You need to get him and bring him back to us and we'll give you your sister."
Xxx
"We could stay here."
Felix glances over at his sister while they are walking down the street. "What are you talking about?"
"What if we don't go back to Neverland, we could stay here in the world without magic. We could live in a house, have privacy, change our clothes."
"He would find us and he would rip our shadows out of us and kill us."
Caroline closes her eyes and nods. She does enjoy Neverland but she also wants to change her clothes, and live in something nicer then a treehouse.
Felix stops them both and wraps his arms around his sister and kisses her on the forehead. He feels her want for more and in Neverland time stands still. She wants them to be happy and safe whether it's in Neverland or here in this world. They don't need the psychic link to know how much they love and protect the other.
Xxx
The guy at the agency tells both Michael and John. "I'm sorry you'll have to be put back on the list the mother has decided to keep the baby."
Both guys turn around more determined then ever if they want Wendy they have to get this child.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26553025/chapters/98152461
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13699976/3/Neverland-Twins
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I live for the Norman Ratri theory! Especially because I like to believe that Norman and Adam are related-- this creates a convoluted family tree LOL Think about it~! The Lambda facility was of great importance to Peter during his time as head of the Ratri clan. What would it take for him to think that a Ratri-- someone related to him-- would be the perfect building blocks for creating new children. Perfect children in his perfect system? Did a lady related to the Ratris (by marriage or worse) try to escape the lineage and Peter decided to disown her children in the worst way possible? By throwing one child into the Lambda system and another child to the cattle? Of course he would assume that the Ratri are perfect so if you want to create a new batch of children who would be the building blocks of his new world order-- well I guess use a Ratri, am I right? Which makes it even worse when Adam was considered to be a failure. Peter was probably the one who decided to send Adam to Goldy Pond.
(Continuing the discussion from this post by @emmaspolaroid. Also peep my Norman Ratri tag that will hopefully continue to grow as it's a fun theory to play around with.)
Prefacing this with something I've mentioned in tags before: I remember after initially reading the manga thinking the Norman Ratri theory was adding too much to Norman's deck. He was already special for being a genius capable of 100% tests at four-years-old that stumped kids twice and triple his age, so to then make him even more special by being biologically related to the Ratris in some way seemed like overkill in addition to everything having to do with him taking up the mantle of Minerva and having the conflict with Ayshe that was conveniently sidestepped. (Yes, Emma's origins are never a conflict for her, but with how often lineage is prioritized for men in media, it would leave me mixed how out of the trio, Emma would be the only one with nothing like that causing her some internal strife since Ray's biological relationship with Isabella clearly brought him grief.)
That said, outside the bounds of canon or if canon were expanded upon and tweaked to give each member of the trio an internal conflict of similar weight, I'm also very, very big on the theory lol
Did a lady related to the Ratris (by marriage or worse) try to escape the lineage and Peter decided to disown her children in the worst way possible? By throwing one child into the Lambda system and another child to the cattle? Of course he would assume that the Ratri are perfect so if you want to create a new batch of children who would be the building blocks of his new world order-- well I guess use a Ratri, am I right?
Despite being the one to unperson James and order his death before he even turned sixteen, I still have trouble wrapping my head around the idea of Peter knowingly and willingly doing this to a Ratri child on the basis of viewing them as an extension of the clan rather than as individuals, so it's almost like it's a worse reflection on him not being able to restore the honor of this wayward branch of it by "salvaging" the traitor's children and raising them "correctly." He places so much value in being a Ratri and displays such disdain when speaking of the cattle children as food, it's hard to see him sullying the line in any way by condemning a member to the fate of the latter as opposed to just outright killing them, even if said member was an infant. That's still Ratri blood—his blood—that would be going into the farm system, and he would never let anyone as lowly as food have any sort of claim to such a noble and prestigious status.
But maybe James' betrayal really burned him, and while he once wouldn't consider this, now he's more caustic, brash, prone to lashing out, intoxicated on his newly bestowed position as the head of the clan and using it to indulge his more volatile impulses, that he goes through with this idea.
However, I'm more inclined to entertain the idea of another family member taking advantage of their position as a Ratri to have a dalliance with a Sister candidate, as @officersnickers brings up in this post. It's not something Peter would ever approve of, but what's done is done, and importantly there was no explicit denouncement of the clan in this act, which I feel he would take personal offense to. There's nothing he can do to save these children—the one-drop rule thoroughly entrenched in his mind, and their blood is thoroughly tainted—but maybe their Ratri lineage will win out and they'll be able to rise above their pitiful status, so he does keep tabs on both as he approves of them being sent on their separate ways in the system.
Which makes it even worse when Adam was considered to be a failure. Peter was probably the one who decided to send Adam to Goldy Pond.
He probably approved this with a spiteful flourish too, insulted that his theory proved wrong, that Adam wasn't able to live up to whatever arbitrary, narrow standards they set for him to determine his value as a living being.
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Ally of Neverland 1
You know what? Enjoy the proper beggining of Ally of Neverland AU with me or suffer. Preferably enjoy, though.
Alice is falling again – or maybe she jumped. It’s hard to tell. In Wonderland, the outlandish is not out of the norm at all and the nonsense makes sense if it wants to.
But regardless, Alice is speeding down the rabbit hole again.
It is not a gentle fall this time: The cosy furniture grabs at her skirts and the vines try to tangle her hair.
„That is rather rude of you!“ protests Alice.
A rug tries to tie around her ankles and a picture frame almost nails her against the wall as a photograph. Well, more like a poor little butterfly or a moth caught in a lepidopterist’s collection… But as she said, rude.
It’s almost as if these items (?) don’t want her to go where she is going.
…Where was she going anyway?
She can’t remember.
She clearly must have been going somewhere if she is on the way…
But then again, if you don’t know where you are going, all ways are the right ways.
All ways belong to the Queen of Hearts.
Right! Queen of Hearts!
That’s where Alice wanted to go!
Well… Not really. She has no desire to stand once again in her court, tried for a crime she can’t even understand.
But.
But!
She heard the most curious thing about Queen of Hearts, and she simply must know whether it is true or not! She must know–
Because, you see, rumour has it, the Queen of Hearts is no longer in Wonderland, but rather on this place called „The Isle of the Lost“. Curious, isn’t it?
The last time Alice heard of the Queen, she wasn’t lost at all.
With that thought, the world speeds up.
Her skirt flares up around her waist and some of her hair stay dangling way above (?) her, tangled in a mess of vines and spiderwebs; she cries out in pain when she realises, and, delayed as it might be, the scream echoes through the tunnel and Alice falls down, down, down.
If she lands now, she will shatter completely, like a mirror, and that is seven years of bad luck.
Everyone knows that.
Funny, now, it is exactly seven years since she fell through the rabbithole for the first time…
Alice’s mind does a somersault as she falls through the ground and somehow lands on her feet, a feat which makes perfect sense by the twisted physics of Wonderland.
Her stomach follows with a backflip immediately after, just when she takes in her surroundings properly.
The omnipresent smell of rotten fish that will take weeks to wash off her hair, Alice is sure.
The muddy ground that smells of alcohol and metal, the blank grey sky. The sign that broadcasts to the world: „Feeling happy? We can help!“
There might be little voice telling Alice that exploring this place might not be a good idea, but, well, Alice has never been that great at listening.
She sneaks out of the alley, only to flinch back in again when a gang of pirates (?) barrels through the street.
At least it isn’t a circle of sea creatures singing and running in an endless and meaningless cycle this time, though. No long-extinct species in sight, too.
Although yes, this place does look like a living fossil otherwise, even without the birds. The extinct ones. There are plenty of seagulls here, their screeches pulling at Alice’s ears just as the vines were trying to. She likes her ears, you know? And her new earrings, too.
So she presses her palms on her ears and wanders down the street, not really worrying where she is going. All ways are the right ways, after all.
Alice carefully sidesteps the puddles of muddy water and less… pleasant liquids and scrunches her nose.
This place is not Wonderlandiful at all, that you for asking.
Outlandish and nonsensical, yes. Wonderful? No.
„Curl up and dye,“ says a colourful sign on the wall.
„Curl up and die,“ counters a hastily scribbled message next to it.
(„Gladly,“ agrees the word below it, written in a child-like scrawle.)
„Wherever have I landed?“ asks Alice no one in particular, the heavy suspicion landing at her heart.
„I feel lost…“
A trio of children runs around her, laughing and chasing each other, their clothes torn and dirty. One boy holds a dangerously sharp metal hook in his hand, and, god, what if he falls and injures himself?
The girl has no shoes and bright teal hair.
Alice reaches out to stop her; the girl freezes and points a dagger at her. (Alice doesn't see it, but behind her back, the boy points his own weapon at her too.)
And must all of these kids carry around such sharp things?
„Where are your shoes?“ Alice asks.
„Shoes?“ The girl shrugs in answer, careless, „Never had ones.“
„You should have shoes. It's dangerous to run around barefoot…“
The ground practically shines with broken glass here and there. Broken mirrors, again and after all. Broken mirrors of the world.
Wait, what?
„Give her yours, then,“ challenges the boy boldly, his hook still pointed at her, as Alice sees when she turns around.
„My shoes surely wouldn't fit–“
„Better than going barefoot, isn't it? Safer?“
Madness, these children really are good at twisting words, aren't they?
Alice takes off her shoes and silently hands them over; the children bolt away without as much as a backward glance.
Alice continues her way barefoot, moderately careful to not to step on any broken glass or rusty nails.
(„Try to be good, for goodness sake!“ asks a poster on the wall, one after another, each more disfigured than the last.)
Alice sidesteps a puddle of what she suspects to be spilled fish guts on the ground.
„Hey, you! Stop!“ cuts a woman's voice through the air.
Alice looks around, confused.
„Me?“ she asks, pointing at her chest.
„Yes, you!“ A woman appears next to her, a baby at her hip and a gun in her hand.
„You are not from here, are you?“
„No, madam. I'm afraid I am rather lost.“
„Aren't we all,“ snorts the woman with dark amusement, „But you, you have a way out of here, don't you, girl?“
She has far too intense eyes and the gun really isn't helping matters in Alice's opinion, but she gulps away her fears and answers:
„Yes. Yes, I do. At least I think so: I can hardly believe my own eyes, most of the time.“
The woman mutters something Alice doesn't catch and adjusts the baby she is holding. Then:
„Good. Take her.“
„Excuse me?“
„Did you not hear me, girl?“ she thrusts the child into Alice's arms, angry eyes just inches of her own, „Take her and run! Give her a better life.“
„I…“ Alice's words die in her throat, choking her, „I can't possibly–“
„You must,“ counters the woman, „You must take my daughter and get out of here.“
What kind of mother gives up her child like that? What kind of world is this, where all sense is lost?
A girl rounds the corner, carrying yet another baby, an almost identical copy of the one Alice reluctantly accepted. The baby is sucking at her hair.
„Could you possibly take both of them?“ the mother asks, her eyes sad all of the sudden. Alice looks away from them.
„I don't think so. I don't know if I can even take this one – I don't know if she will survive the journey. No one but me has ever travelled through the rabbit hole…“
„They could take it, they are Neverland,“ the mother counters desperately. It almost makes sense in Alice's head, but only almost: when she tries to catch the idea, it flees, again and again, like a butterfly that doesn't want to be caught or a cat that should be given a bath.
The baby is heavy and her arms already ache from the weight: she adjusts the kid on her hip, as she has seen her sister and mother do. It helps only a bit.
„Take them.“
Alice looks at the blonde curls of the baby in her arms and regrets her next words even before they leave her mouth: she wishes she could catch them and stuff them back, foolish as they might be. Those words are true, after all, and one cannot imprison truth.
„I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I cannot take both of them: what if I lose them, what if they fall? What could happen to them in the rabbit hole? They are so tiny, they'd be dead–“
The mother stares at her with calculating eyes, as does the girl that caught up to them. Alice feels tears pressing into her eyes, so she lets them fall. Tears, just as true words, shouldn't be imprisoned.
„I understand,“ says the woman finally, completely blank. Alice has a suspicion that her soul is a graveyard now.
„Take this one and go. Now.“
Alice presses the baby closer to her, reluctant still: if she jumps through the rabbit hole with the child, who knows what could happen? Who is to say they'd both survive the journey.
„Where are they going, mother?“
„To a better place.“
It says a lot that the girl, barely seven years of age, doesn't ask if she can come, too. Maybe she doesn't believe in better places, or maybe she just gave up hope of ever finding one for herself. Maybe she resigned herself to this lost and damned fate a long time ago; such thoughts will haunt Alice's mind for years to come. They'll refuse to leave, those uninvited guests, and they will make themselves known at the very most inconvenient of times.
„I'll take her,“ Alice whispers, promises more for herself than for anyone else.
„I'll take her and take care of her. She will be fine.“
If she repeats it enough times, maybe she will believe it.
„Go,“ says the mother.
„Run,“ echoes the girl.
„Get away while you still can.“
„Be nice to my baby sister.“
„You are my saviour.“
„I will never forgive you.“
„A better place, a better life.“
„Give that to her, or die trying.“
„Better for her if she dies, than the Isle.“
Those words fall down like an avalanche, unstoppable and still speeding up, even as she falls down the rabbit hole, and down, down, down.
She turns around, face-first, hoping that she will be faster than the hurtful words, faster than all the things that try to grab her and take the baby away. Her heart beats faster and faster too; it's the only thing she can hear now. Maybe it's better this way.
An armchair collides into them, causing the child to cry out and squirm.
„Hush you now,“ says Alice, gathering all her calm and holding the baby closer.
„It will be but a moment.“
And yet, the horrific fall feels like a forever.
@dragoneyes618 (Sorry for bothering you, but I figured you might be intersted?)
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