#not to worry Phoenix is safe and sound she just has a once-a-day teleporting power to Danny and insists on exploding while doing so
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Not Dead Yet (Part 64)
*Meant to have this out for Halloween*
Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan
Warnings: language
“Y/N,” Devin beckoned me over. He had my bag and Candace on his shoulder. Upon seeing me my phoenix flew to me and nuzzled my cheek with her beak.
“Hey girl, sorry about leaving you back in the forest.” I scratched the top of her head. Devin handed me my bag. All the clothes I had bought were still in it along with all my money. What I was truly glad to see though was my club. It felt good to have my primary weapon back in my grasp.
“About time you got back.” I told Devin, “I didn’t think it would take you so long to find Candace and my club.”
“Oh no, I found them rather quickly. I also met someone, a friend of yours named Phillip.”
“Ah,” I nodded, “Nice kid. He help you at all?”
“Yes he did. He had collected your things from your room after you were taken.” Devin was practically burning with rage, “He said that you had been taken prisoner by the Dark One.”
My blood froze solid in my veins. “Devin--”
“The Dark One!” he spat under his breath, “That is who had you! You know you’re lucky to be alive.”
“Shut it!” I clamped my hands over his mouth. I peered around to make sure no one had heard before pulling him away from the camp. Once we were far enough away I let go. “Have you told anyone?”
“No.” Devin started pacing. “If it was any other enemy I would have gone straight to Pan. But the Dark One is not another mere enemy. That is the only reason I haven’t said anything.”
“And I am begging you not to. Please, Devin, please do not tell Peter or anyone else that you know who took me.”
“Why not? Pan can take him. I know he isn’t as powerful off the island but I know he has power to rival that of anyone.”
“No he doesn’t. Not anymore at least. There’s a lot of factors at play that you don’t know about.”
“You mean like that curse the Black fairy mentioned when she possessed your body? The one Pan is apparently under.”
“Shut it!” I snapped. “Yes, the curse is a part of it.”
“What is this curse? What’s wrong with him? Why is it only you knew about it?”
“I can’t tell you. You know I can’t.”
“Of course you can’t. If it has to do with Pan then you can’t say anything. He’s our leader. Don’t we deserve to know what is happening?”
“That’s something to ask him, not me. I just made up with him and I am not going to put that in jeopardy because you want answers I am not free to give.”
“If it wasn’t for the fact I know how you two are I might be jealous of how much you trust one another. As it stands though, I am nothing but another Lost Boy as far as Pan is concerned. I am no Felix and I am certainly no Y/N so I am entitled to nothing.”
“Devin--”
“I won’t say anything because I have faith that you will keep the cocky bastard safe. There’s reasons and history behind why you aren’t telling him and letting us get revenge. As long as you promise you are going to tell the others one day, I’ll let it go.”
“Thank you,” I hugged him, “In time we will get our revenge but there is too much going on right now.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Me too.”
We started to walk back to camp in uncomfortable silence. As the lights of the bonfire were visible Devin whispered. “Why did he take you in the first place? What happened to you?”
I took a deep breath as I found the courage to think back on my days of torture. “He found out I was from Neverland. He kept me tethered in his dungeon and tortured me so I would give him information about Peter. I didn't say anything. I refused. I didn't know what he would do with the information but I knew it was nothing good. I had to protect Neverland...protect Peter…protect everyone.”
“You could have died.”
“Better one lost life than the annihilation of an entire realm.” I tried to sound sure but my voice wavered.
Devin stopped, gathering me in his arms. My body trembled as I fought back the urge to break down into tears. “You can cry,” he whispered, “it’s okay. You’ve been strong long enough.”
I was ready and willing to die for Peter and my brothers but when I was looking death in the face I flinched. For as ready as I thought I was, and as sure in my decision as I was rooted, a voice cried out to me to stay alive. Do anything to stay alive. I have looked death in the face so many times but approaching it slowly, knowing it was definitely the end… “I was scared. I was so fucking scared.”
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” he whispered soothingly. “Pan’s coming. If you wanna avoid questions you better dry those tears.”
I wiped at my eyes. “What tears?”
“Strong and stoic once again.” Devin gave me a sympathetic smile before walking off.
“Finally,” Peter wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me back to his chest, “I can have you all to myself once more.”
I rolled my eyes but said nothing else. The attention was too good to spoil. “Does that mean you’re finally going to tell me what it is you mentioned this morning?”
He got quiet again. “Yes. But first, it has been months since we’ve been together properly. I’ll be sure to tell you after.”
“Promises promises,”
“And I always keep them.”
He took my hand and tugged me along through the camp.
“Is there a reason why you’re not just poofing us to privacy?” I asked. If he was really so impatient to get me in bed then we would not be taking a leisurely stroll.
“Yes.” he flashed me that devious smirk of his as we passed the boys gathered around the bonfire. He spun me around in a dance. My feet were clumsy from not dancing in so long and it took a minute for me to get back into the swing of it.
Faster and faster we twirled around the fire. The flames seemed to reach towards us, spinning around and growing hotter the more we danced. The memory of what happened to me in the Enchanted Forest became more distant as I lost myself in the dance.
Sparks flew out of the fire and surrounded us like fireflies. It wasn’t scary though. Not for one moment was I worried that I would get burned. I was with Peter and the floating sparks made his deep green eyes glitter. I’m home. I’m safe.
I pulled him closer and kissed him. Stupid complicated feelings bubbling under my skin. “Peter…”
“I know.” he kissed me again and the lights flickered out around us. There was an assortment of whistles and groans from the boys. “Cavern?”
“Cavern.” I agreed.
He teleported us down to the cavern under his Thinking Tree. It went by rather quickly. After months of not even touching a lot had built up. Peter tried to play it off like a compliment. I was just that arousing. No amount of compliments was going to stop me from heckling him about tapping out at three pumps. Not that the night ended there of course. Fifteen minutes later and we were back to business and Peter made up over and over for the rough start.
After who knows how long we laid back fully sated on the furs. Peter curled behind me, his hands stretched out to mine and playing mindlessly with my fingers. It was a nice quiet moment that I didn’t want to spoil but my curiosity had reached its peak.
“Peter?”
“Y/N?”
“What was it you wanted to tell me this morning?”
“Oh right…” he nestled his chin in the crook between my neck and shoulder, “It’s complicated. I’m not sure how to start.”
“Take it one word at a time.”
“Okay,” he rolled me over so I was looking him in the face. He studied me for a moment, the smallest of smiles lighting his features as he stroked my cheek. “Y/N. Pet. My Lost Girl.”
“Peter. Chief. My leader.”
“Stop.” he bumped his nose against mine, “Do you think mocking me is cute?”
“Yes.” I smirked.
He rolled his eyes and continued on. “Y/N, I…”
He stopped again. He tensed in my arms and the color drained from his face. “Peter? Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah.” he pulled back from me, “You know what, it’s not important. Forget I said anything.”
“What? You certainly made it sound important.”
“I make a lot of things sound important.” he planted a kiss on my cheek. “Doesn’t necessarily mean that it is.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. “Are you really going to keep me in the dark again? I thought you trusted me.”
“I do. But now isn’t the time for it.”
“What are you talking about? What is wrong now?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” He didn’t sound sure but was still trying to get me back in his arms. “I’m just glad to have you home.”
There was something he wasn’t telling me. There’s always something he’s hiding from me. I would have hoped we were past that.
“I’m glad to be home.” I kissed him before rolling out of his arms and collecting my clothes from the ground.
“Pet,” he sat up, “Come back to bed.”
“I will. But I’m really thirsty. I’ll be back in minute.” I pulled the ladder down and climbed out. I hated leaving him alone down there but I needed a minute to myself to cool down. I got some ridiculous notion in my head that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t the only one of us struggling with complicated and powerful feelings. A part of me wanted to believe that he felt something for me. Something that I know I feel for him. That’s asking too much of the codfish though. We were friends and lovers and that’s all it was ever going to be. To ask anything more was a fantasy not even Neverland could make real.
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Peter watched as Y/N huffed her way up the ladder and out of the cavern. Once she was gone he leaned off the bed and puked up everything but his memories. The nausea passed and he cleared the bloody vomit with a quick wave of his hand. He didn’t know how he had been able to hold out for as long as he did.
He started feeling sick this morning and it slowly got worse as the day wore on. It wasn’t until he was looking Y/N in the face that it hit him like a tsunami. The curse was worsening or at least it was trying to. He’d have to check on the hourglass later.
The last time the curse worsened Tigerlily told him that it was because he was too happy. Peter was already narrowly dodging his death with the help from the broken bit of wand. He couldn’t risk aggravating it. He needed to stay alive. The entire island and everyone on it depended on him staying alive and getting the heart of the Truest Believer. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to keep Neverland intact and more importantly, she needed to be safe.
It pained him. Having to lie to his Lost Girl. Having to let her march off in anger because he was keeping secrets from her. He couldn’t gamble on something that could make his condition worse. He could deal with her anger and the sickness just fine. He couldn’t risk endangering Y/N though.
She did return eventually and crawled back into the bed. He could tell she was still upset at him but at least she was here. She was home and she was safe. “I’ll fix this, pet. I’ll fix this for the both of us.” he whispered to her sleeping face, “My word is my bond.”
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