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mizukitoyama-blr · 2 months

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OuaT Peter Pan X OC (part 1 maybe)

This is just for fun y'all. This isn't a fanfic page so PLEASE don't get attached to anything I post here, there will not be frequent updates (if any). I may drop this and never post again, it's all for kicks and giggles. Even still, let me know how I can write better. xoxo

Brief Synopsis - Loretta finds herself washed up on the shores of an unfamiliar island. The friend she arrived with is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean she's alone on the island.

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It’s almost like static, the sounds Loretta heard as she roused from a state of numbness. With her head pounding and body aching and cold, she blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh light against her face. Her blinking becomes more rapid as she attempts to remove pests from her eyes. It’s not dirt, but sand. A strong scent of sea veg fills her nostrils. She begins to recognize the familiar feeling of soft waves, washing over her, returning to the sea, then over her again, ending just below her cheeks. As the sand clears from her eyes, she becomes better adjusted to the light and can see her surroundings. She had washed up on the shore of some land. Is it an island? A mainland? Is there any civilization or is she stranded?

Stranded. Stranded would mean she’s alone, but she isn’t alone. As she sat up she remembered. “Noah Reed!?” she calls out into the white light reflecting off the beach, whipping her head around in each direction. He came with her on their wrecked ship, the boy she escaped that life of responsibility with, the one who showed her what magic and true freedom could be. The one who told her about the different worlds. But that storm had separated them. Is he even on the island? What island is she on? There are no strange fruits along the shoreline to indicate if she recognizes the island from stories or pictures. The vastness of the sea isn’t helping either. Loretta stumbles to her feet, taking in her surroundings. She kicks her legs in awkward discomfort as her now dirtied white skirt sticks to her calves. “Noah Reed! Noah Reed! Noa-,”

Loretta cuts herself off as she notices the unfamiliar boy in front of her. He stands unbothered on top of the rigged rocks, cocky, as if he owned the place. “You’re not Noah,” she states blankly.

“Do I look like Noah?” the boy asks.

“If you’re going to be like that I think I’d rather you leave me be,” he raises his eyebrows at that, then holds an entertained smile.

“What’s your name?”

“That’s none of your business. How about you tell me your name?”

“That’s none of your business,” Loretta frowns, eyebrows furrowing. She looks down, spots a stick a short ways away from her, then marches towards it. “What are you doing?”

“Drawing a line in the sand,” she says as she presses the tip of the stick deep into the wet sand and drags it in a long line, separating herself from the older boy. “You stay on that side and stop bothering me,”

With that order, she turns around sharply, wet hair whipping through the air, droplets smacking her in her own face, and marches in the opposite direction for the boy, looking about the sandy shore.

“What are you looking for?” Loretta makes a noise of alarm before scowling. The boy had appeared right before her eyes.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone?” The boy says nothing, waiting for an answer. She lets out a breath of frustration, but answers all the same. “My leather satchel. It can’t be far from here,”

She walks the shoreline, the boy continuing to follow, hoping from rock to rock. He really is fast. And annoying. Like a gnat that just won’t give.

“So how did you get here anyway?” he asks her. Buzz buzz buzzing like a gnat too. Can’t he just leave her alone?

“A shipwreck,” she states plainly.

“I don’t see any ship ‘round here,”

“Because it happened in the middle of the sea, that’s why. There was a bad storm. Now won’t you please leave me alone? I really need to find my bag,”

“You mean the one over there?” Across the shore there’s a tall rock, around its base is the arm band of her satchel, the bag itself fighting against the current of the shallow waves. Without a word she runs to it, leaving imprints of her feet in her wake, the sand gathering on the hem of her skirt. She pulls the satchel up and off the rock. Dropping to her knees, she opens it, digging through its contents. “What’s in this bag that’s so important anyway?”

“A spell book,” she says, lifting up a book with a finely detailed hard cover, eyes wide in excitement and awe. It may look worn from age and seawater, but the magic inside is just as crisp and powerful as if it were still new. “Let’s see if this is the island I seek,”She flips through the pages until seemingly finding a specific one, then places the book open on the sand, her stick from earlier lying crooked against the book's binding. The boy looks quizzically as he watches her over her shoulder. Again her arm plunges into the bag and she pulls out another item, this one a spinning wooden top. Whilst reading the open pages, she mumbles to herself, holding the top over the book. She stares down the item as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. “Curses! It isn’t working. I must be on the wrong island, if this even is one,”

“And what island might you be looking for?”

“A place with magic. To keep us young forever and conjure things one can only hope for in my land,” Loretta raises to her feet, looking round and defeated, not knowing what to do. “I don’t even know if he’s in this place with me. Gosh, I wish I could just have a map to find him!” almost in an instant, a drawn out parchment appears in the palm of her empty hand. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in both hands and feeling the paper to test its existence. On the piece is a mark of where she is, a large X, and a dotted trail connecting the two. “A map, exactly how I wished it. Wait…” she turns to the boy, “How did you appear in front of me so suddenly before,”

He simply shrugs. “Magic,” Loretta approaches him, looking him in the face.

“Tell me, what island is this?” he smiles at her, a mischievous smile.

“Why, this is Neverland, of course,” Loretta’s face widens with a grin, and she cheers, jumping in the air.

“We did it! We found it! Why didn’t you say something earlier! You enjoyed watching me act a fool, didn’t you?” her whole demeanor had changed. Before she held a posture of irritation towards the boy, but how she shared a fondness towards him. “Come, I still have to find Noah Reed,”

“You want me to come with you? Weren’t you just telling me to bug off before?”

“What, that? Oh, that wasn’t serious. Besides, you seem to know this island better than me. I could use your help. Now are you coming or not?” she flippantly asks, then runs towards the forests.

posted 14.Wed.Mar.2024

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smutandfluffohmy · 1 year

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Prince Charming pt.2

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character Parings: Peter Pan X Reader X Mystery Girl

Request: hey sorry if this is last minute but i've recently been binge reading all of your peter pan x y/n stories and they're so good but I was wondering if you could write a second part to your prince charming one and if you already did whats it called because I cant seem to find it :) if you can't thats ok I was just wondering xoxo❤️🖤

Warnings: Smut! Bisexual reading just for context

A/N: Long time no write. Yes I did come back answering requests with heavy smut. Yes I am trying to get better at writing smut. Yes I still don’t know who the mystery girl might be or what their deal is just ignore please.

Word count: 2.9k

Read the first part here

Huffing you dropped the empty bottle, this day has been more complicated than you bargained for when you woke up this morning. Stalking up behind them you gently tapped their shoulder “You really meant what you said?” you said turning to face them.

They only nodded, shocked. Shocked that they were actually doing this, shocked that you had shown up when they were ready to mark you off as a no-show.

“Lead the way.” You said smiling, waiting for them to walk up ahead, your blade tucked safely ready to be used at any signs of betrayal. They strode up ahead, constantly looking behind, making sure that you were still following.

Getting to the small house they unlocked the door stepping inside, their eyes filled with nervous energy. You looked around the room, stove, table, scratch that tables, chairs, mirror, bed, things you couldnt make out. No place for anyone to hide, good atleast it wasnt a trap. Looking around you still inspected, you can’t have a good time if you were too worried about someone was going to stab you with your pants down, literally.

A soft cough came from behind you “Ive. I have n- I haven’t” she said, looking around the room trying to keep her gaze somewhere else that weren’t your eyes. You smiled placing your bag on the table next to a small stove.

“Never been with a girl? Don’t worry most women haven’t, I’ll teach you” You said strutting over to her, taking your coat off in the process. Her eyes widened, mouth in a soft line sitting on the edge of her bed.

She shook her head looking up at you “Anyone.” she whispered, you almost didn’t catch it but you did catch the deep blush that spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck “I’ve never been with anyone.” she said a bit louder.

“Well this is a real pleasure for me then.” You said with a big smirk, kneeling in front of her you start tugging at the ties that tied her skirt tightly to her waist. “Tell me.” you whispered, trailing your hands down tugging off her boots, afterall if this was her first time you needed her to be undeniably smittened by you. “How does a pretty girl like yourself get off if nobody has ever had the pleasure before.” You said looking up at her, your hands resting on her knees.

She shook her head, “I don’t know what you mean.” she said, looking like she was either about to cry or run away from sheer embarrassment. Your hands gripped her legs a bit tighter, she looked cute flustered.

“You must get lonely at night. Show me what you do.” You pushed, a mix of turning her on and pure curiosity about what she was going to show you and how exactly it was going to help you getting her off.

A beat, silence. Her eyes quickly flickered towards the small slim table in the center of the room pushed against a wall, a small mirror hanging over it.

You stood up, hands leaving her knees grabbing her hands instead “Show me.” You said trying to pull her to her feet, her hands gripped yours tightly.

She shook her head, after shaking her head so many times her hair starting falling all over her face, cascading softly around her face. “It’s really stupid I- I just…” she murmured, her eyes bouncing from you to the table and back.

Now it was your turn to shake your head. “I’ll decide if it’s stupid. show me” you said with a smile pulling her to her feet, untucking her shirt from her skirt. Pulling her into a kiss you stepped back slowly leading her towards the table. Your tongue swiped across her lip, grabbing her soft waist by one hand and the back of her neck with the other.

You sat her down gently on the edge of the table, shaking her head she wordlessly turned around movingslightly to the rounded corner of the table.

Her skirts pooled over her thighs. Her hips rocked back and forth, her clit hitting the corner of the table sending jolts of electricity through her body. Placing your hands at the collar of her shirt, feeling the frills, tugging it slightly urging it to come off her body. Moving her arms, nothing keeping her shirt up now her breats falling out resting softly on the top of her stomach.

“Well, aren’t you pretty.” You whispered in her ear, tracing the curves of her face and grabbing her chin “Look” you said, making her look at her own reflection.

“Let me feel you.” You said ricking her hips against the corner of the table, she hurriedly nodded. “Say it. Say I can feel you.” you pushed, moving her hair to the side lightly racking your teeth on her neck. You kept pushing her heads back and forth.

“You can. Please I. You. Fuck please touch me.” She breathed out.

Your hand reached over her thigh and between her legs. She was soaking wet and getting to look at herself in the mirror was the only thing keeping you from getting her on her back. Slipping two fingers inside of her pumping softly, a moan left her lips.

Taking your fingers out of her you sucked them clean “Do you know how good you taste?” you said, she whimpered at the sight of her cum glistening on your lips. You took your fingers, grazing them over her wet clit. “Open up.” you said and she quickly obliged.

Her lips closed around your fingers, sucking herself from your fingers. In the mirror you could see her cum glazed lips, her eyes hazy, it was driving you crazy. Your hands grabbed at her breats massaging them while you sucked on her neck. Her breath hitched, bucking her hips against the table, her hands grabbing yours squeezing her breats and helping your hands travel down between her legs. This was your breakingpoint.

Her face pressed against the mirror, her breath fogging up the hazy surface. With your feet you spread her feet apart wanting to help her out. Playing with her clit, your other hand massaging her thigh, wondering what it would feel like to be squeezed by them.

Her breats pressed against the wall, her hands laid flatly on either side of the mirror grabbing hopelessly at the wall.

A string of curses fell from her mouth as you picked up the pace, one hand pumping in and out while the other circled her clit. Big movements, small movements, faster, slower, any combination that made her knees buckle under her sliding down the wall. She started to whimper, looking down at her her breats pushed tightly against the wall making them pool on the top. You started to slow down “Show me what you do.” You whispered in her ear, leaving trails of sloppy kisses from the bottom of her ear and down her neck.

Her hips buckled feeling for your touch and when she was found with none she reached down to find your hand. One hand still pumping in and out of her while the other left faint touches over her clit. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her clit with it faster.

And faster.

faster.

Faster.

Your hand was drenched with cum dripping from your fingers. “Oh fuck please don’t stop please.” She said breathlessly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You said keping up her rhythm, her muscles twitched around your fingers. You could feel her start coming around your fingers, her moans were unintallable and so loud it was all you heard. She came, her warm twitching body against your own, sweat sticking her hair to her skin. Your pace on her clit didn’t let up, you were relentless.

“I don’t think I can go again” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. You took your fingers out of her, walking her to the bed. As soon as she sat down she let her weight bring her down to the bed collapsing from exhaustion. You turned around grabbing her a glass of water, filling it from the pitcher from the other table. The other table that didn’t have the best time of their life, at least not today.

Turning around you placed the cup of water in her hand “You taste amazing. Maybe next time I can get a good taste.” You said putting your face inches away from hers, so close you could smell her and she could smell herself from your lips.

After all of that her face change to beat red. “What about you? I didn’t touch you.” She said already reaching towards you. Your clit ached and you tried to ignore the wet cum trailing down your leg.

You grabbed her hand and placed it on her breats “If you touched me, you might drive me wild and you’ll never get rid of me.” you sighed looking down at her, your eyes looking over her body.

You went towards your clothes reaching into your bag. Clinking of coins against each other filled the silence in the room, your fingers graced against objects, coins and knives finally finding what you were looking for. Taking out a small seashell that had been made into a necklace, that matched your own.

Walking towards her you sat on the edge of the bed. “If you ever need me. Just blow here and I’ll come running.” You said placing it gently in her hand.

She turned it over between her fingers, bringing it closer to the flame “What is it?” she said looking up at you.

“A seashell”

She laughed “I can see that. But what does it do?” she asked, bringing it closer to her face trying to figure out how to use it, afraid she might be missing something completely obvious.

You lightly took it from her hands “It sends me a message, I don’t really know how it works some mermaid friends of mine gave it to me.” you shrugged, flashes of memories going through your mind remembering exactly how you got those seashells.

She looked up at you with bright eyes “You’re friends with mermaids?” she whispered like there was someone else that could hear this amazing secret only you and her shared.

You laughed to yourself “Yea. Friends” you said shrugging your shoulders. “Whenver you need me again. Just blow.” you whispered rubbing your thumb over her lips gently.

She propped herself up from the bed with her hand “You’re leaving? What if I need you now?” she pleaded, unconsciously pushing her breasts out enticing you in.

You smiled, trying your best to look at her eyes and only. At her eyes. “I don’t want to wear you out in one night.” “Do yourself a favor and don’t see anyone else, at least not for now.” You said pulling your pants on, your shirt going over your head.

“Or what you’ll kill me?” she scoffed dropping back into her bed , feeling the seashell in her hands watching you tug on your boots and gathering your things in a clean swoop.

You leaned over, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear “No never. But I don’t promise the same for your friend.” you winked, walking out of the house leaving your new friend at a lost for words.

Putting on your coat and your hat you nodded at a few guys walking past you with the same untucked shirts just like you, both of you giving eachother a look, a laugh and a wave knowing exactly what had just happened.

“The entire bloody kingdom could hear you screaming and yapping.” Peter said emerging from the shadows, his face hot from anger or arousal you didn’t know and you don’t really care.

You rolled your eyes at him you didn’t know if he was a perv or a prude “You’re such a creep lurking in the shadows.” you scoffed leaning against a wall knowing this could take a while “Besides. They weren’t my screams.” you smirked crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter stepped closer, his nose scrunching as he did “You smell like. Well like.” he said flustered, knowing what your words were going to be as soon as his own words finished leaving his mouth.

You gave him a big smile “Pussy? Yup taste like it too.” you gave a little shrugged leaning against the wall looking up a head “Not that you would know anything about it.” you laughed .

Peter walked to stand in front of you “I was married once.” he blurted out wanting to be on your level even just for a little bit.

You scrunched your eyebrows letting out a quick huff “What to a little boy.” you said

His face fell “There’s no convincing you that I’m not a giant pervert huh.” he said, feeling defeated wondering where his quick quips and witty remarks when he needed them.

You pushed yourself off the wall stepping closer to Peter “Tell me do I look stupid to you?” you said getting in his face, anger rising inside of you.

A smile creeped across Peters face “You look gorgeous to me.” he said sincerely.

Your nose and mouth twisted in disgust “Yuck. Grow up” You said, peter pissing you off each passing second. “I heard your little bullshit back there.” you said shoving your finger in his face.

Peter reached to push your hair out of your face “What bullshit?” he said, you swatted his hand away not wanting him to touch you even the slightlest bit.

You stood taller “The soulmate bullshit.” you said placing your extended fingers on his chest shoving him backwards after each word.

He shook his head “It’s not bullshit.” he said hurt.

You scoffed at his reaction “You really think I’m going to fall at your feet? What do you want Peter? You want me to swoon?” you teased turning him around “Oh catch me Peter I feel faint. By the great heavens im slipping catch me in your strong arms.” you said fanning yourself, stepping closer making Peter to stumble slightly backwards.

You pushed him against the wall, your forearm pressing his shoulders against the jagged stone wall “Listen to me. And listen to me well.” you said between gritted teeth, grabbing at your knife the polished metal glittering under the moon light “You don’t know me. You don’t want to get to know me. Whatever or hoever you think I am you’re wrong.” you said shoving the knife into his face hoping it would scare him enough to save you a fight.

His eyes never looked at the knife, never leaving your eyes “I know who you are.” he whispeed to you.

You scoffed slightly shaking your head, squinting your eyes accusingly at him “You really don’t. You think you do but you don’t.” you whispered to him, not knowing if he was just stupid or just dense.

“Then tell me who you are.” he said, moving closer to you, the blade of your knife digging into the soft flesh on his cheek.

You didn’t give in, you push it harder his cheek trickling small drips of blood “A dangerous person. An evil person.” you said

Peter looked into your eyes, searching for some hint of a lie, a bluff but he didn’t find any “I’m dangerous. People fear me.” He said, hoping you found the same sincerity in his eyes like he found in yours.

Digging your fingers into his shoulders “Whatever you want to believe pretty boy.” You scoffed pusing him harder against the wall, leaves rustled around you.

You turned around, slashing your knife down, “What the fuck!” someone yelled stepping closer to the light, grasping at their face.

“I told you. Don’t fuck with me again or I’ll give you a matching scar.” You said pointing your knife up at Felix whos hatred for you was all but spilling out of him.

He clenched his jaw “You smell like cunt.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and stepping next to Peter.

You shrugged “So I’ve heard” You smiled at Felix pissing him off even more, if that was even possible. You turned to Peter “Leave me alone Pan or I’ll make sure you regret it.” you threatened pointing the blade opf your knife towards Peter.

Peter let his head tilt to the side “Come on princess just give me a chance. I’ll make it worth your while.” he smiled walking quickly behind you trying to catch up.

You came to a halt, your boots tracking up dust with them. “Sorry Pan but you can’t rent me out like a wench, I sleep whoever I chose to and you are far from what I would choose to do.” you griminched looking at him

“That’s not what I meant! I’ll do the whole courtship! I’ll take you wherever you want!” Peter said urgently trying to search for the correct words, not sure what the correct words were with you exactly.

“Piece of advice Peter. Don’t fall in love or lust or whatever you’re doing.” You said making little circles at peter “It’s well…” you took a deep breath “Pathetic” you said flatly yurning around walking away from Peter and Felix.

“Felix would I be mad for taking her face?” Peter said dreamily as he pointed at the general direction where you had your little friend.

Felix rolled his eyes, damming his luck for having this girl out of all the thousands of girls Peter could’ve possibly been with “Do you honestly want me to answer?” He huffed running his finger across his cut.

Peter’s eyes never left you, watching you attentively as you walked off “I need to be with her.” Peter said tightening his jaw, pissed that this was all getting too complicated too early on.

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kateofthecanals · 10 months

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"A New Day: The Continuing Story of Peter Pan"

🌅CHAPTER I: THE NEXT GENERATION🌅

Okay fam, here we goooooo! The first chapter of my first (of 2) Peter Pan fanfics I wrote 20 years ago, migrated from FF.net to AO3!

Peter Pan & Wendy, now married, have just welcomed their 3rd child into the world -- a bouncing baby boy. But their happiness is soon cut short when it becomes clear that the apple does not fall far from the tree…

This is the first fanfic I ever wrote, which is actually a sequel to another fanfic I read (with the author's permission of course!). By and large this is a pretty PG story save for a chapter near the end which gets pretty spicy, which is why I have set the rating to "Mature". I'll do my best with other content warnings and tags but if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know, I am new to this!

Some mild warnings:

I wrote this 20 years ago when I and the world were 20 years younger.

I go deep into Peter Pan lore, so it helps if you have read all of JMB's Peter Pan canon, including Peter and Wendy, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, and The Little White Bird, but not mandatory

I wrote both my fics in the style of JMB, so if that isn't your cup of tea, well... it is what it is, lol.

The first chapter is pretty short, so you should be able to figure out right away what you're getting yourself into. Enjoy!(?)

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 1 year

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Never Sorrier

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~1k, Peter Pan/Wendy Darling, G-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent’s May prompt “who are you?”

Summary: Peter forgets so often. He forgets to tell Wendy about forgetting her, driving Wendy to tears.

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rosered-schneeweisschens-sis · 2 years

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PSA that not only does gay crackship fanfiction exist beyond the internet, but it may even be available in your local library.

Not an official recommendation because I haven’t read it (yet) but I tried a few pages, and story aside it seems fairly well-written? I admit I might be ‘Hooked’, any actual readers are encouraged to comment/reblog with thoughts.

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sabbqj · 2 years

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wip peter pan

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odd8ball · 2 years

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Slightly and Hook (Step dad au)

Hook was unsettled by how quickly Slightly grew attached to him, it was cute but the constant questions made him suspicious. "What was your plan if you got caught?" Slightly asked. "That depends on what you mean by "caught", do you mean what would I do if I was in a prison or just caught by guards?" Hook responded as he disposed of a dish so burnt it was unrecognizable. "How about a prison?" Slightly responded. "Well it depends on the prison." Hook said being purposefully vague so the boy wouldn't use the information against him later.

"Awe come on! You have to have some cool pirate stories!" Slightly whined. Hook took off his frilly pink apron that was charred black in some spots due to the recent cooking disaster as smee put down the fire extinguisher. "I suppose...there is one I could tell you without revealing any secrets." Hook said hesitantly. Slightly leaned a little closer clearly interested. Hook sighed and began to tell the a tale of what was to him, a standard pirate adventure he didn't think was all that interesting.

Slightly listened to the tale so earnestly and with such excitement Hook found himself enjoying telling it and adding little flourishes of detail and adding dramatic pauses. "-and so there I was on the edge of a building with a knife to my throat...I was sure I was going to die. That was until I noticed that I was within arms reach of his gun, a beginner's mistake but unfortunately a deadly one." Hook said as Slightly was on the edge of his seat. "How did you manage to do it with a knife to your throat?" Slightly asked.

"Well being an experienced pirate despite my age at the time was certainly an advantage, this wasn't my first time quickly stealing a gun from a holster. Although it was the first time I had done it in such a highly dangerous position. It was all all a matter of pulling the trigger quickly once the barrel was below his chin. After that we took what we could and ran with the loot under the cover of darkness." Hook finished.

Slightly was in awe and it gave hook a sense of pride, at least somebody still thought he was impressive. "Do you think you could teach me how to do something like that?" Slightly asked. "If I were to teach anyone it would be a member of my crew, the nature of grown up things I'm afraid." Hook said Smugly as Slightly sank into his chair frustrated. "No fair! I can learn something just as good as an adult!" Slightly complained. "Yes well I'll be glad to teach you when you decide to grow up." Hook said giving the boy a few pats on the head and moving to examine a gift from his nice neighbors.

Joe had given him a coffee machine, he wasn't sure how it worked but his neighbor said it would give him energy. God knows he needed energy, especially with how drained he felt in the mornings. Slightly's grumpy expression made Hook pause on reading the instructions. "Do you want to hear another story?" He asked. In a flash Slightly was next to him intent to listen, he spent the next ten minutes telling the boy tales about his early years as a pirate captain.

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 8 months

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Lost In Time

Fandom: Supergirl and Peter Pan

Characters: Kara Zor El, Tinker Bell, Tulla

Summary: Tinker Bell comes across the ultimate lost thing, an alien spaceship crash landed on Neverland.

Word Count: 2,158

Chapter: 1/?

Tinker Bell dusted food off her grass green dress and went to stare out the window in her treehouse to admire the stars. As much as she loved Peter and the other Lost Boys, they were a rowdy bunch. She liked times like these where things were tranquil. She stared for a couple of minutes until she noticed a weird bright object moving through the sky. She thought it was a shooting star. However, it was too small. As she followed its trajectory across the sky, she noticed that the object started to have smoke coming out of it. She lost sight of it and a couple of minutes later, she heard a boom which rattled the forest. A tower of smoke began to grow not that far from her.

“I wonder what it could be,” Tinker Bell wondered.

She shook her head at the notion. It would be foolish. It was from the sky. No telling where it came from or whether it was friend or foe. However, as she stared at the smoke in the distance, curiosity got the better of her. She flew quickly to see what had landed. When she arrived, she was baffled by what she saw. In a huge crater, there was a silver oval contraption. Very shining. It wasn’t very huge though. It looked to be 10 ft long and 4 feet wide. She had never seen anything like it. As she got closer, she saw a small window. She peeped inside and was amazed at what she saw. It was a young girl. She couldn’t be no more than 11 or 12. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully despite the crash.

“I wonder where you came from” said Tinker Bell in awe as she touched the window.

When her hand hit the glass, a bright light engulfed the entire object. Tinker Bell quickly flew up a couple of feet out of its reach. Warily, she watched as the light pulsated for a minute until it gradually dissipated. She thought about flying away until she heard a hissing sound coming from the object. She noticed the top part of the object gradually began to open. Out of it came the little girl. Tinker Bell thought that she was adorable. She had curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a white gown that had a gold trim with unusual symbols along the bottom of her dress and sleeves. The little girl looked around looking very confused and lost.

Tinker Bell gradually approached her and said, “Are you okay?”

The little girl stared at her startled at first, but then turned to curiosity.

Tinker Bell got up closer and tried again.

“You look a little lost.”

The little girl gave a sad smile and said, “I think I am. I was supposed to land on Earth, but I feel that I may be in the wrong place.”

Tinker Bell nodded and said, “You are in Neverland. It is two stars to the right from Earth.”

The little girl looked solemn. She looked around and suddenly began to panic.

“Is everything ok?” asked Tinker Bell.

“No, my cousin is missing. He was sent in a similar ship as me.” said the little girl panicky.

The little girl started pacing back and forth frantically.

“What if he landed on Earth? He is only a baby. How is he going to take care of himself. What if the wrong people find him. What if…”

Tinker Bell stopped her by putting her hand on her lips.

“Let’s not assume the worst about your cousin. There is a possibility that he landed here. If not, Earth is not that far from away.”

The little girl looked down frowning and said, “I am unfamiliar with the land and its inhabitants. How would I ever go about trying to find him?”

Tinker Bell smiled and said, “I can be your guide. I am used to finding lost things. This will be a piece of cake.”

The little girl smiled and exclaimed, “Really, you would do that for me?”

“I would be happy too. By the way, what is your name?”

“My name is Kara Zor El.”

“Well, it is nice to meet you Kara. All I need is your cousin’s name, and I can use my magic to try to track him.”

“That is perfect! His name is Kal El.”

“Alright, let’s see where Kal El may have landed.”

Tinker Bell held out her hand for a couple of second before a wand appeared. She tend waved the wand in three broad strokes while chanting and a grey trail appeared. Kara stared in awe of such of feat. Tinker Bell stared at the trail and frowned.

Kara noticed Tinker Bell’s expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I may have spoken too soon about this being an easy fix,” sighed Tinker Bell.

“Why is that?”

“Well, the trail is leading where your cousin will be.”

“You mean he hasn’t arrived at Earth or Neverland yet?”

“No, it is telling us where is location will be in the future.”

“Wait. You mean my cousin is not in the same time period as us?”

“Correct.”

“What year are we in now?” asked Kara nervously.

“1845.”

“No. No, No! I am supposed to be in 1995. How did I get not only knocked off course, but stuck in the past,” said Kara pacing back and forth.

“I never said you were stuck in the past or that our quest was hopeless. It is just going to take a lot longer than I thought,” mused Tinker Bell.

“Will you still help me?” asked Kara with tears threatening to fall down her face.

Tinker Bell said softly, “Yes, I will still help you. First, we need to find someone that specializes in time magic.”

“Do you know anyone?” asked Kara with her voice wavering.

“I know of several.”

“Where?”

“The fairy guild has a gathering of fairies of all kinds including the time fairies. We should find at least one of them there.”

Kara smiled softly and said, “That’s great. When can we go?”

“Why not now?”

Tinker Bell waved her wand and fairy dust began to fall all over Kara. Once it disappeared, Kara started to float. It took her a moment to gain her bearings, but after a couple of minutes she was soaring through the air. Tinker Bell was impressed. Peter took a half hour to learn how to fly half as good as Kara was right now.

Tinker Bell floated up next to her and said, “Follow Me.”

The two soared off into the night on the next part of their journey .

****

It took Tinker Bell and Kara no time at all to arrive at the Fairy Guild. As they went through the door, they came across fairies running around in a frenzy.

“Wow, this is amazing!” said Kara in awe.

“Yes, it is,” said Tinker Bell hesitantly.

As they dodged out the way of the different fairies scurrying about, Kara asked, “All the fairies seem dressed in different colors. Does that mean anything?”

“Fairies dress in the color that corresponds to their magic. Elemental fairies wear brown, psychic fairies wear purple, general practice fairies wear green like me…”

What does general practice mean?”

“It means that I have never studied in one particular field. I learned bits and pieces of different magic.”

“Does that mean you know how to do time magic?”

Tinker Bell frowned while shaking her head.

“I have studied books on how to do time magic, but as far as actual practice with it… not so much.”

“Why?”

“Time magic requires a lot of focus and training. If you are not careful, you can drastically change the timeline for the worse. It is not to be taken lightly.”

“Ohhh.”

They continued to wonder around the guild until Tinker Bell spotted someone she recognized.

She led Kara towards the back of the room where there was a fairy in a brown dress hurriedly looking through scrolls.

“Hello Tulla”

Tulla looked up startled, but then her face changed to a sigh of relief. She instantly grabbed Tinker Bell in a hug.

“Oh good! You are here!”

Tulla started sobbing into her shoulder. Tinker Bell started rubbing her back baffled.

“Tulla, what’s wrong?”

Tulla looked up at her bewildered while wiping her tears.

“Wait, you haven’t heard?”

“No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“How have you not heard?”

“I don’t know. Does whatever it is also have to do with why all the other fairies seem to be in a panic?”

Tulla started pacing back and forth.

“Yes, all the fairies are in a panic!”

Midway through her pacing, she finally noticed Kara and stared at her with a frown on her face.

“Why did you bring a child into the middle of this chaos?”

“One, I didn’t know we were in chaos mode. Two, my friend Kara here is in need of a time fairy to get her back to her correct time.”

Tulla eyes narrowed at Kara and asked, “You need a time fairy?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting you should ask about them. That is what the chaos is about. They are missing.”

“What!” shrieked Tinker Bell and Kara.

“None of them have been heard from for over a week now.”

“How did no one realize this until now?” asked Tinker Bell baffled.

“They were strangely all on missions.”

“Why is that unusual?” asked Kara.

“Since there is only 3 of them, the guild doesn’t like to send more than one out at once for a mission. Time magic is the hardest to teach and training a new fairy in that field would take years.”

“What is the guild doing to address this?”

“They tried to find who sent them out all on missions. We found the request, but there were no names associated with the order. Tracker fairies were sent out to try to find them, but they found nothing.”

“You don’t think they’re….”

“No, based on the psychic fairies readings, they sense they are still alive, but they are not able to locate them either.”

“That’s good at least. I am a good tracker. Maybe, I can find something the other trackers missed.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.”

“But, I want to help!”

“Actually, you can. Since there is someone that is going after fairies with time knowledge, the guild has been searching our records to see who could be a next target.”

“But there is no one with the level of experience than the three that are missing.”

“Actually, there is one. You.”

“What!”

“You are the only fairy currently in the guild that has taken all of the practical courses. If knowledge serves me you were able to go back and forth through time.”

“Only for 24 hours either way.”

“Ohh… Well, we are going to need you to learn how to go further.”

“What!”

“The tracker fairies weren’t able to find them, but the trail indicates that time magic was involved in their disappearance so they are somewhere in the past or the future.”

“Hmmm…” said Tinker Bell pacing back and forth.

Tinker Bell turned to Kara and asked, “Before you crashed here, do you remember anything unusual before then.”

Kara shuddered and said, “At some point I was in the phantom zone…”

“What is that?”

“There are like spirits that can suck your energy. They surrounded me for a while and then it suddenly stopped, and I was here.”

“Interesting….”

“Any theories forming?” asked Tulla.

“Both Kara and the time fairies are lost in time. This can’t be a can’t be a coincidence. I think that if we find out what brought Kara here that it may lead us to where the other time fairies are.”

“I think I know where we can start,” said Kara hesitantly.

“You do?” asked Tinker Bell.

“If my ship isn’t too damaged, I may be able to get a reading on what exactly happened.”

“That settles it, we will head back there!”

“No, you won’t. Not without back up.”

“You really think that is necessary?”

“Someone went through a lot of trouble to get the current time fairies. We can’t lose you in case we need to fix the time line.”

“But…”

“I know you are used to working solo, but you can’t leave without taking at least three other fairies with you. The guild hall fortunately is protected against time changes so I will be here monitoring for reports on any time changes occurring on the outside. All the other fairies are at your disposal.”

Tinker Bell looked around the various fairies that are running about and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” asked Kara.

Tinker Bell sighed and said, “Investigating is the easy part. Finding teammates that won’t conflict with each other’s personalities is going to be tough.”

Tinker Bell slowly headed back into the crowd to look for willing teammates to accompany her on her quest.

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jaewrotethis · 2 years

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1- A Place The Fates Forgot To Add Happiness To...

Part One- Neverland...

Sunday I’m skating the streets of Croydon, London. The day isn’t hot but I began sweating hours ago. The few people on the sidewalk move out of my way when they see me coming. It’s 2pm. I’m meant to be in school in this moment but haven’t gone in days. Instead, I spent the week leaving home at 6am and skating through downtown to a park at the end of the city. Beyond the skyscrapers and passed all the smog, there are trees. Beautiful, tall, green trees. A forest I would assume. I’ve never been brave enough to venture into it, but there is a special tree that I climb. At the beginning of the forest there’s a tall, thick, twisted tree, my tree. It’s the first tree, of the first row that starts the seemingly never ending forest.

Hours on hours I spend skating away my troubles through the city, growing hungry. I work my way through the people and streets until stopping at a small café. I wait for the small family walking towards the café and slip in behind them, sounding the tiny bell above the door. I stand by the trash bins while they order their food and I wait for them to walk over by the fountain drinks. When they crowd the machine, I join them. Ducking and filling a cup then crouching away with it. I choose a booth in the back and sit alone, resting my board next to me. I play with a straw wrapper in my fingers. The door opens, the tiny bell rings. In walks a group of girls, all of whom I recognize and instantly sink lower in my seat. The girls take seats in another booth across the room. One of the girls meets my gaze. She spots me and smiles. I cringe when she stands up.

Shit. I think to myself, grabbing my board.

I stand up attempting to dodge her. She leaves her friends behind and hurries over to me trying to cut me off. Her friends notice she’s going to approach me and stare at me, eyes full of caution. I hurry faster than she can and make it to the door but she calls my name. For a reason unknown my feet stop walking and turn to face her.

“Oh, gracious, Jane! It’s been so long!” She squeaks throwing bones for arms around me.

I flinch and stand still waiting for her to be done touching me.

“Where have you been? It’s been so long. Are you coming back to collage finally? Its been so lonely without you here, Jane. And you have no idea, revision is next week, and, oh my god, you didn’t hear about Professor Jacobs being fired, did you? Apparently, he’d been making passes at students, which, by the way, Mary, you remember Mary, swears he came at her but we all know she’ll say anything to get attention. But she did come out with an A in his class s-”

“Nice to see you to, Marissa,” I cut off her annoying babbling with a lie.

“Oh, Jane. It’s been so long,” she pauses, both of us glancing at her friends who look away, “When, uh...when did you get out?” she asks timidly.

“Six months ago,”

Six months next week. I say in my head.

She shifts awkwardly at the topic, “How was the, uh, the-”

“The asylum? Where the crazies go?” I ask, tilting my head purposely making her uncomfortable.

“Institution.” she says quietly looking down.

“Oh, it was fine,” I nod my head quickly. “Just fine. You know, cooped up in dank rooms all day, force fed capsules for brunch. Yes, it was just a dalliance of a time,” I explain with an arrogant smile, and mocking her thick accent.

She looks back unsteadily at her friends waiting for her. I feel them staring at me. I hear them whispering but I can’t make out what is being said.

“I-I’m sorry, Jane. I didn’t mean-”

Sure, you didn’t. I say in my mind.

“Tell your friends I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ll see you around,” I nod my head at them.

She laughs nervously then goes for another hug. I let her hug me again, as we were close friends from grade two until college, and I feel her breathing in my scent quite loudly.

And I’m the freak.

“I hope you’ll be coming back soon. It’s different without you.”

Yeah. Normal.

“Sure.” I give her a fake smile.

“Hey! You have to pay for that!” a lady behind the counter grabs everyone's attention calling me out.

My cheeks instantly grow hot with panic as I spit a quick ‘take care’ towards Melissa and turn around shoving myself out the door. I hear the lady shouting at me and I see the girls and the family watch me run out the door, enjoying the small scene. I drop the cup in the trash can outside the door. I hurry away from the sandwich shop, glancing through the window at the girls. All of them laughing except for Melissa. I get on my board and skate away, noticing I’m still holding the straw wrapper only now its torn and stressed. In my head I map out a route to visit my favorite tree before dark.

I would inevitably have to go home. The streets are not safe after dark. Currently living with the StepDad and pill abuser Mother on the verge of turning 15, has taken its toll on me. I avoid being home as much as possible. Home is a bullshit place the fates forgot to add happiness to. My life is a pathetic excuse for a functional home. It was once happy, or simple. A regular everyday life. But it changed in a chain of reaction.

In 1955, my brother decided to get himself completely involved in a conspiracy theory trying to prove the citizens of America are oblivious to the stealing, lying, life imprisonment that is the U.S. government. I was on his side. Fully believing that everyone is controlled by the masterminds under the government. In theory, it rules over society as fame, glamour, and providing popularity. In anything anyone does it is manipulated by the caretakers, so that we obey and do as they want without us even considering something so belittling. By 1957, my older brother was the head of the whole operation. The entire sixteen hundred thousand people, that concluded our rebellion as ‘history making’, admired him. I was 7 when my brother was killed in a riot that year, right in front of me. Well, his murder on the streets of America started the riot. The riot that lasted weeks, only to be cut off after many, many more causalities. A victory the government took proudly. I couldn’t understand how. His cause left an impact on the states and was shut down. Sixteen hundred thousand and more, dead. A failed revolution.

Father fell into a drunk depression after the media tore our family name to shreds. Being the cause of a catastrophe that marked the decade and would be put in history books, ruined all thought process for my parents. Father left us. As soon as he left Mother refused to handle the public hate on her own and she moved us both back to her homeland; London. This is where she used her own raging insanity to place on me in the eyes of anyone who looked at me. She was determined to prove her daughter was simply psychotic so her drunk and tainted brain would seem perfectly fine enough to earn her trust and word with very powerful doctors. Her intentions to move medication for money seemed like a goldmine to the doctors she befriended through my suffrage. Those same doctors listened to every word spoken for me and diagnosed me a Hebephrenia Schizophrenic with a bad case of Maladaptive Disorder, at the young age of 8. I suppose those labels were effective because she knew how to trigger my rare panic attacks, ‘uncontrolled’ imagination, unexplained sightings, and constant day dreaming.

I never thought mixing up dreams with reality would land me the fate I got. I never would’ve thought the inability to quit fantasizing would convey me as insane. I learned seeing things that weren’t really there is evidence of insanity. I believed my imagination was stronger than anyone else. What I believed in, was pure madness to the ‘real’ world. What I spent hours on hours playing around with, was considered ‘wrong’. What distracted me from any real world situations was categorized as ‘ill’. And Mother knew a trick. She knew how to make the world see what she wanted it to see, and she used me to do it., triggering any mental breakdown she wanted, for more medication, for more money.

A year before I was 10. I was taken to a testing base. ‘Caring and Healing Facility’ they called it. For over a year they tested and observed on me. My time spent under the microscope as a lab rat is a blurry dream, a fuzzy trance donating holes in my memory and blank spots in my timeline. I will never know exactly what happened in that building they called a home. I was told I had been sedated the entire time to spare me from feeling any physical pain. They released me leaving only glimpses and flashes of what happened. Glimpses of dark scenarios played out in front of me, designed to break down each and every different emotion, one at a time. Flashes of the cold chemicals injected into the IV sticking out of my arm. It is a glitch in my life taking up a year, leaving behind nothing but messy images impossible to place and the sickening reminder of what it feels like to be broken down for recorded results. Returning home after that was like waking up from a fragmented nightmare, with a whole year missing from my life. With all that time I spent being a test subject, too drugged to see color, Mother built her system of moving drugs from hospital to street. But she wasn’t smart enough to stay off the supply herself.

During my release, when I was 11, Mother evolved into her own pill maniac. She took tablets she made herself, a mix of Methaqualone and Adrenaline. A terrible mix that made her violent and angry. Her cool downs were long naps sometimes lasting days. She was a brutal nightmare that taught me how to deal with pain. However, this didn’t last long. A month after my 12th birthday Mother twisted an incident that had occurred a week prior and had me placed in a helping home for ‘enhanced thinkers’. It was her word against mine, and given all her ‘medical friends’ and the facility, which kept me drugged for a year, just contributed to hers completely. When all was said and done, which wasn’t very much, I had a two year sentence at the Institution for Criminally Ill Minors of Bromley. I was flown out of state to be locked up and forgotten about, classified as mentally insane. I lost my name, I lost freedom, my rights. It didn’t matter what they did to us in there. Bromley was a lab. We were the experiments. But unlike the ‘Caring and Helping Facility’ they didn't drug us to spare any pain. I lost humanity.

Bromley was it's own nightmare. In the walls of that 'institution', they were on the same track of the Helping Facility, creating drugs that would break apart emotions, one at a time. Only their drugs were meant to be weapons. The Bromley doctors were on a mission to create the perfect solution that would make the host completely insane, completely helpless. I was lucky to be released when I was, before they could find their solution.

After my two years in Bromley was up I was released back to Croydon as a 14 year old convicted mentally challenged child. I was only two months into being 14 when I was freed. I was sent home to Mother who, while I was gone, had gotten married. Her old habits to numb herself with drugs hadn’t faded but morphed into more modern pills.

I didn’t even notice a change in my mother, in the beginning when my brother died, till it already happened. She turned into a drug infested shell right in front of me. I didn’t notice how downhill life went, one event after the other. I just held on as tight as I could, hoping it would end soon. There is no hope for a world where a mother would abandon her own child for power and a high. Send her daughter to an asylum lab for years only to have her come back to an empty, lonely home, sometimes abusive. Now I always feel lost and forgotten, left behind and hopeless.

In the present, Mother works weeks in the city, with her ‘medical friends’ I am expected to attend college until graduation. Although, I skip school most days, I still get an education. Being on my own everyday on the streets of London, teaches me how to survive by myself. I’m learning how to be strong in a dangerous, careless world. For instance, I know not to be out when the sun sets.

I take a train down to the really old neighborhoods with the large antique houses. It really is a unique block. Skating through the streets I pass multicolored big houses all similar yet detailed differently. I reach the tall black gate at the end of the last block. It’s 15 feet high, on the opposite side is the green field. It’s always open during the day. The sign reads ‘Croydon City Limit Park’ in big black letters. It’s a long walk to the other side of the field that held the thick forest. The forest I don’t ever dare to go in passed the first row of trees, it gets really dark, even in broad day light. I stay close enough to the edge where I can still see the black gates. I trudge though the tall grass holding my board above my head pretending I’m in a jungle of some sorts. A deep jungle covered in mud floors, and bug ridden clouds every few feet. This jungle holds threats so I widen my eyes, looking in all directions cautiously, consistently. Halfway through, my right foot steps into a wet part in the grass. I stop and look down, lifting my foot and spotting the brown wet mud covering my soles and toes.

A river! I shout in excitement in my head.

The mud beneath my feet drops into itself opening into a thick river rushing with cold fresh water. Rocks and pebbles fill the ground under the clear water, covered in green moss that pulls to the harsh flow. I jump over the river, following it with my eyes all the way into the thick forest. I leaped over the rushing river, smiling in victory. When I finally approach the trees I stalk them all the way down to my favorite one and lean my board against the trunk. Grabbing the lowest branch to the ground I jump high and lift myself up onto the branch, gaining footage. I climb the tree fast and I’m at the top in a minute. At the top I stare at the city lights and the long field.

All the lights, all the people. It makes me sad. Every day the same thing. The city is gross, messy, and stinks. It’s awful. Homeless men haunt the streets and harass anyone. Police are corrupt and will plant or say anything if it means they meet their quota. People are rude and selfish. People who have power so easily hurt the ones without a voice. I think a lot about all the messed up things in this world. Murder, cruelty, violence, racism. This world is the screw up, and it burns me inside thinking about it all. Standing on this top branch looking at the city, thinking, it makes me want to leave. Leave this world and never come back. But there is no where else I know. No where I could go. But the wish and the hope to go somewhere else eats at me.

All my thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sense in my nerves. The one that came just before a breakdown of any sort. I hardly get them anymore since I left the asylum. It’s a wave of sadness that washes over me pushing me into one of two states. It could wrap its cold grip around my throat and lungs and suffocate me until I hyperventilate myself into an emotional panic attack. Or it could drown me in images that block out the real world and paralyzes me in a sad state, surrounding me with whatever terrors my brain has blocked out. Both of these attacks almost always ending in a black out. Sometimes I could stop the wave. The feeling that came on before it hit was a warning. Whether it be the scary breathless one or the sad paralyzed one, I sometimes could prevent it.

Like this time. I feel it and I focus on the leaves around me. Counting them to distract myself. Noticing each different vein on each leaf, following the way the branches bend and twist, just pushing the panic attack down, deep, deep down and burying it. When it passes I smile at myself for ditching the emotional breakdown, yet again. During my smile, a slight gust of wind brushes the tree tops, making its way around me.

Nice breeze. I think. Of filthy oil air.

I sigh being reminded that even though I’m free of the asylum, I’m still trapped in a disgusting polluted bubble of a city. I look down at the thick branch I’m perched on and adjust my footing so I can sit. I lean against the tree trunk. I close my eyes listening to my surroundings. From here I don’t here the cars honking, and machines working. All I hear is the breeze through each and every leaf and the bugs in the grass. I hear few birds and fewer animals scampering along the forest floor somewhere near by.

In this tree, in this moment, I can pretend I’m somewhere else. I can just listen and pretend I’m alone in some perfect world, all by myself. I can pretend I’m happy here and enjoying the nature growing around me the harder I imagine it. I don’t know how much time passes but when I open my eyes, nothing’s changed except the sky. Its just beginning turn orange as the sun heads west behind the skyscrapers into the ugly smog. I don’t have much time before I need to go home.

I sit a bit longer watching the sun sink lower bringing dread with each passing inch. When it touches the skyscrapers in the distance and a spider has crept onto my shoulder, I decide it’s time to head home. I brush off the spider then bend down to grab the branch I’m sitting on in my fingers. I slide off aiming my feet for a lower branch but when my shoes touch it, I slip. My shoes hit the branch too hard and I slip right off hitting three branches on my way down, then slamming my head into a thick root sticking out of my twisted tree. The last thing I see is the treetop swaying in the orange sky.

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thebrownssociety · 2 years

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Peter Pan at Bosko’s

“No! I absolutely forbid it!”

“But Father-!” Wendy said, throwing her arms out.

“No! I refuse for Peter Pan to join us at Bosko’s!”

“But dear-” Mary said, playing peacekeeper, as usual. “It is all of our birthdays.”

“A big one to.” John said, cheerfully. “Ten years!”

“Even so, I refuse and that is all there is to it!”

“Booking name?” Roxy - of Foxy and Roxy fame - asked, brightly.

“Mr Darling and the legion of the lost.” George growled. Roxy looked somewhat confused and in answer George jerked his thumb towards where Peter Pan, the Lost Boys and the rest of his traitorous family were waiting.

With considerable effort Roxy kept her face neutral and took them to their table. It was very long, so long if fact it was a miracle it fitted inside the restaurant at all. George took his place at head of the table and Peter took the other end.

“How will you be paying, Sir?” Roxy asked.

“Shillings and half-crowns.” George replied.

Roxy nodded and produced the British menu for them. George looked it over appreciably.

“Sunday dinners!” He exclaimed happily. “It’s not even Sunday! How marvellous.”

“Mother, look!” Wendy clutched her mothers arm and showed her the menu. “They have afternoon tea with scones and jam - oh, can we get one, please?”

“Afternoon tea is like cakes, yes?” Peter said, drawing shapes on the table cloth.

“Yes.” Wendy smiled at him. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

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George smiled as he felt the steam rising off his sunday dinner. Chicken, Yorkshire puddings, vegetables, the whole shabang. He licked his lips and reached for his fork.

“What are those?” Slightly pointed at the older man’s plate.

George gave him a look. “Vegetables.”

The boys all made exclamations of disgust [including his own two, much to his frustration] and Peter chose that moment to say, loudly. “Vegetables suck.”

“Yeah.” Slightly pushed his plate away. “Peter’s right.”

Trying to control his temper, George said through gritted teeth. “You don’t have vegetables, you have pasta.”

Slightly paused and looked at his plate in suspicion. “No green stuff?”

“No green stuff.”

The fox boy couldn’t look more suspicious if he tried, but he speared a piece of pasta and looked at it.

“Slightly.” Peter said, sharply. “Don’t eat it, it’s not pretend.”

“It may not be pretend, but I guarantee it’s nice.” George said. He was lying, he had no idea if it was nice, but it couldn’t be to bad right? This place did have a great reputation for a reason after all.

Slightly looked torn. Not helping was that the other boys were all waiting with baited breath to see the drama.

He took a bite. It was delicious. He speared another piece and ate that to.

Peter stood up, swiped his hand over the table, causing the cup to fall on the floor, and stormed out.

Wendy immediately got up and - with hurried apologies to her parents - followed him, calling as she did so. “Peter! Peter, wait! Peter, stop!”

“What?” Peter spun round, folding his arms and glaring.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere!”

“But why? We were having such a lovely time-”

“What, listening to your father take my role?” Wendy must have looked confused because suddenly Peter said, in a rush of emotion. “I’m the one the boys look up to, I’m the one in charge, who tells them what to do. Like a grown-up-”

“Well, there’s more to being a grown up than telling people what to do, you know-”

The red hair scoffed and folded his arms. “Yeah, right. Anyway, what am I meant to do if I can’t look after the Lost Boys?”

“You can still look after them.” Wendy said, explaining as best as she could. “You just might need some help. You know, considering we’re technically children.”

“So are you parents in the world of toons.” Peter pointed out, a fact Wendy was hoping he wouldn’t bring up. “So what’s the difference?”

“It’s...complicated.” Wendy said, grimacing a little. “Look, I don’t feel we’re addressing the issue here, what is the big problem with Father getting Slightly to try new things?”

“We eat pretend food!” Peter said, stamping his foot. “Not real stuff, check the books, it’s there in black and white.”

“Well-” Wendy took a sharp breath. This wasn’t going to be easy but it had to be said. “-The thing is Peter, we’re Toons. And Toons age. We don’t die, but we do age. That’s why you have Toons like Mickey who are about...30? I think? So we’ve already got the whole ‘never-going-to-grow-up’ thing via that-” She stopped mid-sentence as she noticed Peter’s eyes watering.

“-But we ARE growing up, like Slightly trying new things.” He said, as he started to pace. “Trying new things is the whole way people grow up. Flying around, having adventures and imaging great stuff! That’s how you stay young forever and I’ve got to stay young forever! I’m Peter Pan!” With that he sat on the floor cross legged and sighed. “...I can’t grow up, Wendy. What am I going to do?”

The girl sighed and sat next to him. “I don’t know, Peter.” She said, simply. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond. “I’m gonna go back into the restaurant before my father throws a search party. Are you coming?” Still no reply. She smiled sadly. “We’ll be inside if you want to join us.” And she went back in, hoping Peter would follow her.

He didn’t.

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