Our boy, Dante Basco is trying to crowd fund a Rufio prequel and you know what that means: RALLY, TROOPS. OUR PRINCE BECKONS.
Let’s help bring to life the movie that we always wanted and never dared hoped for. If it were done by anyone else, it’d be whitewashed and made into a mockery of the Lost Boy we all know and love. Dante Basco is going to head this, and you know that he’s going to come through for us.
It had taken a few months before things returned to some semblance of normalcy around the camp.
So much has changed since your divorce, you obviously weren’t staying with Peter in the tree house anymore. You stayed in a tent for a few weeks before you found a really nifty tree.
There was a medium sized hole hidden by the large roots, you had fallen through and landed in a sort of dirt cave. You walked around a bit and found it was very sturdy, surprisingly well insulated.
With the help of a few Lost Boys you made it your new home, added some wooden boards to the walls and roof, a ladder, and a little door at the hole that you liked to cover with leaves.
There was also a change of dynamics with the Lost Boys.
While everyone was loyal to Pan and no one would rebel against him, most of the boys were being a lot more friendly with you now. Invited you to play more games and let you in on their other activities.
You appreciated that so much, during the day they would keep you busy and distracted, sometimes you even managed to have a good time, but still at night you would cry your eyes out.
You wished your feelings for Peter would just wither and die the way your heart had, but just the thought of him still made your heart skip a beat.
Peter had changed too, he was hardly ever around the camp other than actual camp business, like training and assigning the weekly duties. He avoided you like the plague during these time, often communicated with you through Felix.
You were with the boys listening to the stories of all their scars when you heard a very loud crow.
In all your years on this island you had never heard such a bird call, something was up.
You look up at the sky and search for what was responsible for that powerful crow, it only took you a second to spot the shadow.
It was carrying a boy dressed in black and red, you couldn’t make out much more from this distance.
‘Look out!’ the boy shouted as the shadow dropped him.
The boy landed on his feet and he stood confident as he looked around the camp.
‘Anyone want to tell why the creepy dark thing dragged me out of my room?’ the boy asked.
You got a good look at him now, he was a very athletically built, and quite stylish. A red triple Mohawk, red feather earring, a necklace of teeth that came from some beast, a small jacket that was half leather and tassels a belt to match. Under his ripped black pants red tights.
He looked fucking awesome.
‘What’s your name?’ you asked as you stepped forward.
‘Rufio, and yours?’ he smiled.
Well he was certainly handsome you couldn’t help but notice.
‘(Y/N), second in command around here.’ you replied.
‘Second? Who is in charge?’ he asked.
‘You’ll meet him later, after you get through me.’ you said as you took a fighting stance.
‘Excuse me? Not to offend but I don’t fight girls.’ he said politely.
‘Fight me, you can’t do anything around here until you do. Can’t meet the boss, can’t play our games or even eat until you face me.’ you explained.
This was how you placed the boys in their sections for training.
Rufio smiled as he took his own stance before charging at you.
The fight was a swift one, you had pinned him down as soon as he was in reach.
‘You held your arms out like a starfish when you attacked, we’ll work on that later, for now we’ll occupy those hands and put you with the clubbers. You’ll train with… where is he?’ you asked distractedly looking around for Felix.
Just then Felix ran into the camp looking around frantically, it was only when his eyes landed on the colorful boy under you did they stop jumping around.
‘Rooster?’ Felix smiled.
You stood up and pull Rufio up, his eyes brighten as he looked back at Felix.
‘Oy Fruit Cake.’ he smiled.
The two boys stood there smiling brightly before finally running into each other’s arms.
You watch the two embrace each other for a moment before rolling your eyes in mild annoyance.
Of course he’s on Felix’s team as they say in your world, taken or gay, and this guy was both apparently. Oh well, no point in being bitter.
‘So I take it you know this boy…Fruit Cake.’ you teased.
Felix rolled his eyes as he pulled away from Rufio.
‘Shut it, this is my brother and he is the only who calls me that and lives.’ Felix said.
‘Brother?’ you asked.
‘Not by blood clearly, grew up together in the Emerald City.’ Rufio explained.
‘Emerald City? As in Oz, Felix you’re from Oz? Why didn’t you tell me?’ you accused hitting your best friend.
‘You never asked.’ he shrugged.
‘Still so quiet I see.’ Rufio smiled.
‘You’re still outrageously loud, I heard you miles from here, you damn rooster crowing all over the place.’ Felix retorted.
Rufio laughed before looking around once more.
‘Not that I’m complaining but where am I exactly? It was past midnight last I checked.’
‘In Oz it was, but here the day has barely begun. This is Neverland, and these are your new brothers the Lost Boys.’ you explained, gesturing to the whole camp.
‘Boys?’ he questioned, looking you up and down.
‘Oh I’m in fact a girl, a Lost Girl, the one and only. I basically turned these chumps into a well oiled killing machine.’ you introduced yourself.
‘Are you the only girl on this island?’
You scoffed with pure aggravation.
‘I wish.’ you said pointing down a path, at the end of it there was an annoyingly cute cottage.
‘Wendy, such a damn daffodil she cant even have a regular tent, the wimp would scream anytime a bug got near her. Not a Lost Girl at all, doesn’t train, doesn’t hunt, just eats our food and sings annoying useless songs while brushing her stupid hair.’ you griped.
‘She hates Wendy.’ Felix said simply.
‘I get it, I don’t like her and I haven’t met her yet. Why is she here then?’ Rufio asked.
‘I have a pretty good idea.’ mumbled as Peter walked into the camp.
It was true, while Peter admitted he was dumb to think I’d be friends with Wendy, he still needed to keep her here. You understood that, he using her to keep John and Micheal on his hook, but as of late he was being very friendly to the useless girl.
‘Meet your leader Peter Pan, I have other places to be right now.’ you said before walking away.
‘(Y/N).’ Peter said, stopping you in your tracks.
‘Speaking to me directly, what’s the occasion?’ you snarked.
‘The shadow brought a new boy I hear.’ he said.
‘Yeah, he is right here waiting for you to give him his tour and all that crap. Why do I need to be here…Pan?’ you spat.
‘I need you.’ he answered.
‘For what? Need me to collect dreamshade, collect wood for the fire, sharpen tools? Anything involves not being here right now?’
‘Dammit, Felix show him around.’ Peter ordered before he grabbing your arm and transporting you to some random clearing.
‘What the HELL?!’ you shouted, snatching your arm away from him.
‘I need you.’ Peter repeated.
‘For what, is little miss Wendy too busy singing songs about rainbows to satisfy you? If that’s the case then you better just wait it out with your dick in your hand, because you won’t get a damn thing from me.’ you glared.
‘The hourglass.’ Peter stated.
‘What about it?’
‘It’s running out, we messed with the curse now the sand is falling faster. It should last a thousand years, but now only eight hundred remain.’ he said seriously.
You looked in his eyes and saw the panic in them.
‘What do you need?’ you asked.
‘Same as before, true loves kiss.’ he confessed, not looking you in the eye.
You face went red with rage, you stomped up to him and slapped him with all your might.
You’d punch him more times than you can count during training and sparring, but you’ve never slapped him.
‘It’s NOT true love!’ you shouted.
‘Your love wasn’t real! My feelings for you were just another pawn in your long game! I thought it was real, you made me think it was all real! You told me that the love had to be on both ends and you LIED!’ you shouted as your eyes watered.
‘You only needed an idiot girl to fall for you, then you made me that idiot! Maybe I could forgive that one day, but you used me. It was the first time I had ever trusted anyone and you-’ you choked on your own words.
‘(Y/N) I never meant to-’ Peter tried to say, but you cut him off.
‘You never meant to what?’ you interrupted.
‘Never meant to hurt me? How did you think I would feel when you told me you were through with me? When you tried to throw me off the island? When you started parading around the island with Wendy? When you broke my heart?’ you sobbed.
You had cried every night with these thoughts in your head, but now you had said it all out loud and it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.
‘You want your kiss? You want me to be your sand bag and fill your stupid hourglass for you, since that’s all I ever was to you. Fine, take all the damn sand I have, but one day the bag will be empty, and you’ll need a new fool.’ you said before you slammed Pan against tree and kissed him.
You kissed him with all of the emotion you had for him, the anger, the sadness and every bit of heart break.
Only this time there was no great wind, it didn’t work.
You pulled away and looked at Peter with wet eyes,
‘The bag is finally empty.’ you smiled before walking away.
(Still belated) post of our second day at Emerald City Comicon, April 10, 2016!
This was my favourite day, because it was our Doctor Who day! I had enormous fun as Ten (my favourite cosplay), Pauli was Donna Noble (blimey, she can shout!), Emmy does an uncanny Amy Pond, and Mattie shaved his face to join the fun as Eleven! And we met a Captain Jack who got really into character…
And we met a bunch of other beloved characters too, such as the gang from Portal, She-Ra, Xena, Rufio, ad Beetlejuice!
But the best part was the life-size Dalek we spotted on the sidewalk as we were leaving for the day. The perfect way to end the day.
Awesome day at the Ren Fair! This was such a last minute group idea, we basically got it done in 2 weeks! Lots of Hook and Todric Hall influence for the costumes. Could never loose Billy from everyone screaming either Rufio! Or Bangarang! Peter Pan: @jackrammyz Rufio: @ranged-death Tinkerbell: @jess-kitten Wendy: @darklighter25 John: @ferret-roulette
As you walked back to the camp you couldn’t help but notice that the wild flowers were more vibrant than they were earlier.
Even the sun seemed to shine brighter than it had just minutes before.
You felt better than you had since the divorce, it was nirvana, you would trade every orgasm Pan had ever given you for this feeling if you could.
Entering the camp you saw most of the boys crowding around Rufio, asking him a million questions like they did every time a new boy arrived.
‘What with you clothes?’ you asked as you joined the circle.
‘Yeah, aren’t you from the Emerald City? Green is the color there.’ Devin added.
Rufio laughed before he replied.
‘It is, my parents worked in the palace, made suits for the great wizard. When I was old enough it was my job to deliver them. Normally there is a guard, but one time he wasn’t there so I went in-’
‘And you found out the wizard was a fake.’ you guessed.
Rufio looked at you in shock, not expecting you to know such a thing, but he nodded and let the moment go.
‘I told my parents but they didn’t believe me, no one did. Called me disrespectful and said that I was ruining the family name, and that we were lucky the wizard hadn’t kicked us out. Of course they didn’t know I blackmailed the old fool and threatened to expose him, he’d never throw us out.’ Rufio continued.
‘What happened next?’ a boy urged.
‘Even though I had put my family in a safe place they still never listened, so I started to rebel. I made my own clothes without a speck of green cloth, and I’d sneak out at night, that’s were I met that chap.’ Rufio smiled pointing at Felix.
‘Sneaking out of the palace kitchen…the good ol’ days.’ Felix grinned.
‘He was in such a rush he ran me down and dropped all his food except for one horrid looking fruit cake.’
‘Aw Felix you were a little clutz huh?’ you teased bumping Felix with your hip.
‘Well as interesting as I am I can only talk about myself for so long. What do you lot get up to here?’ Rufio asked.
‘We train, to be the deadliest group of boys-’ Devin started, but you loudly cleared your throat interrupting him.
‘I mean deadliest group of kids there ever was, we play games, some nights we dance around the bonfire til morning. It used to be almost every night but after-’
‘Devin!’ most of the boys yelled, stopping him from finishing his sentence.
You rolled your eyes, none of the boys ever wanted to bring up the divorce in fear of upsetting you. You appreciated them thinking of you, and in the beginning you really preferred not to talk about it, but now you saw no point in it.
‘After Pan got divorced he stopped playing his flute as much.’ you finished Devin’s sentence.
‘Divorce?’ Rufio asked.
‘So you and he are-’
‘Not anymore, its old news.’ you replied.
He looked like he wanted to ask more questions but he was distracted by something behind you.
You turn and see Pan on his way down the trail to Wendy’s little cottage, you nervously waited for the dull ache that came every time you saw him go there.
But it never came, you just felt mild annoyance.
‘This just makes me like this Wendy Lady less and less.’ Rufio frowned.
‘Tell us about it, I mean we weren’t exactly thrilled when (Y/N) showed up either, but she made herself useful and demanded respect. Wendy is the exact opposite, primped and too proper, last week she tried to tell me I was eating too fast and that was impolite. I spat on her shoe and sent her screaming back to her hut.’ Devin snorted.
‘Enough about her, someone show him around.’ you said.
‘It’s Felix’s turn to give the tour.’ Tootles said as all the boys went there separate ways.
‘I can’t Pan left me a list of errands to run and complete before dinner. (Y/N) this one is all you, unless you want to collect dreamshade and all the crap Wendy asked for.’
‘I’d rather drink the dreamshade, come on Rufio. I’ll give you the tour, I’ll show you every thing and answer your questions.’ you said pulling the new comer along.
‘What’s that dreamshade stuff?’
‘Poison, the deadliest poison in all the realms. It has no real cure and it only takes one cut for it to infect you. We dip our weapons in it.’ you answered as you pulled him down the path.
‘The path on the left leads to the mermaid free pond where you and the boys bathe and swim, the path on the left is where we train archers and clubbers. So that’s gonna be your spot, I drop by every now and then see how the training is.’ you said as you walked past the paths.
‘So you are the one who runs the camp?’ Rufio asked.
‘Pretty much, when Pan brought me here he wanted me to be like Wendy. Do as I’m told, baby his boys, do the “girly chores”, and occasionally take off my clothes for him.’ you rolled your eyes.
‘How romantic, I see you didn’t meet his expectations.’ Rufio joked.
‘Hell no, I ran for a long as I could, but eventually he found me and we did marry, but we made a deal. I’d stay with him but as his equal and I wouldn’t coddle anyone.’ you responded.
‘What lead to the divorce, if you don’t mind me asking.’
‘At first I didn’t love Peter, I didn’t even like him, slowly we became friends, but then he brought Wendy and I was jealous.’ you reminisced.
‘Things were fine, better than that. I loved him, even worse that I trusted him. Then out of nowhere he just…said he was done with me.’ you sighed.
‘That’s messed up.’ Rufio scowled.
‘Tell me about it, it hurt but the boys have helped me through it. Anyway, this is the path to the beach, its where the shadow usually drops off boys, you must have really impressed the thing.’ you said getting away from the touchy subject.
‘If fighting the damn thing with all I had is impressive.’
‘Yup, that’ll do it.’ you smiled.
‘What’s that path?’
‘Oh, that’s the path to my place, as tough as I am I’m still a girl and all girls need time away from boys.’
‘Can I see it?’
‘Excuse me?’ you asked.
‘Not like that honest, it’s just…you’re not like any of the girls in Oz. I want to see if your cottage matches you.’ Rufio clarified.
‘I never said it was a cottage, come on I’ll show you, and if you’re good I’ll even invite you in one day.’ you joked.
All the boys knew where your little hole was, most had helped you make the hole a home, but none had seen it the way it was now.
With the magic tricks you now had you had modernized your little room.
‘Here we are.’ you said as you reached the tree.
‘You…sleep in a tree?’ Rufio asked.
‘No, I sleep under it.’ you smiled as you bent down and moved the leaves off the circular wooden door.
‘Yup, this seems…very you.’ Rufio said as he bent down and took a closer look at it.
‘Yeah, and what’s inside would tell you even more, if not blow your mind. I’m from a very different world than you lot.’ you said.
‘How different?’ Rufio asked as he sat and leaned against the tree.
This is my tribute to a very talented and sweet individual who has made so many people smile with his witty one liners, his passion for his work, and his love for his fans. Weather he’s saving mythical creatures in NYC, tormenting Peter Pan with food fights and sass, dancing alongside Antonio Banderas, chasing the Avatar around the world with his tea loving uncle, secretly crushing on water tribe peasant girls, flying bi planes and saving Republic City, or screaming his catchphrase HONOR! for the whole internet to hear, the versatility and skill of a fine actor shine though whatever role he’s placed in. Dante is also a wonderful poet and dancer, and continues to evoke the best in fellow poets. It’s very clear how hard this man works to give a performance his very best. His dedication and love for his fans have made Dante a favorite at conventions and panels. This is what I have to say to him.
You have brought many fanbases together with your work, and you continue to inspire so many. I’ve been your fan for a good long 10 years, and I will always have a deep respect for you. I remember the first time I was flipping through the channels at age 7 and stumbling upon the Avatar world premiere. I loved Aang and Katara and the rest of the crew, but no other character has ever been as enjoyable and fun to watch as Zuko. While most of my friends and the local kids were Aang or Katara fans, I always loved Zuko. I never could get over how interesting and deep he was, and it was you who brought him to life through your expressive voice and beautiful animation. I also was an avid fan of Jake Long. I never missed an episode and Jake’s witty catchphrases and hilarious misadventures were always a good time. Later on in drama class, my teacher had us watch Hook and boy was I hooked(pun intended). When you came down on that wagon and backflipped your way into Peter Pan’s life, turning it all upside down, I knew I was a Rufio girl. Whenever I get the chance to talk to you on tumblr, your responses are always lovely to read. Your dedication to your fans is so admirable. You are a very unique and charismatic person who I will always hold a deep respect for. I wish you nothing short of love and happiness in your life and hope that other people will learn to be as dedicated and wonderful as you,
*I know this is late. May has been a hellish month. Stupid %$#@$!$ basement flooding twice and scheduling errors at work messing up my routine. UGH! Glad this month is almost over. Have a nice long chapter for your incredible patience. New update to follow shortly! Love ya!*
Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan
When we got back to Neverland we landed right in the middle of camp and nearly crushed Ben. “Hey boys,” I let go of the cart, “Take what you need.”
The boys swarmed the cart and took the things they needed. I quickly grabbed my own things and set them down in an open place to set up my tent. I took my change of clothes and went to find a secluded pond to soak in. What I would love was a hot bath to help with the soreness in my abdomen but as far as I knew there weren’t any hot springs on Neverland.
I was feeling a little better after my soak and washing away the layer of dried sweat and other bodily fluids. I slipped on my fresh clothes and headed back to camp. Seeing all the tents back up was a welcome sight. After everything that’s happened to camp and the boys it was nice to see things return to some kind of normalcy.
When I got back to where I sat my supplies I was surprised to see my tent had been set up. Candace was outside in a carefully crafted nest and chirped happily when she saw me. I scratched the top of her head and crawled inside my tent. It was then I saw a piece of parchment resting on my cot. I picked it up and smiled at the wonderfully drawn picture.
While the evening was still young I wasn’t up for sitting around the fire or dancing with the others. I also didn’t want to risk the chance of running into Peter. Not to say I was embarrassed or anything I just know how much libido a boy can have and didn’t want to get cornered by him so soon. For the remainder of the night I stayed in my tent playing with Candace instead until I finally fell asleep.
If I thought sleep would help I was completely wrong, if anything when I woke up in the morning I felt even worse. It reminded me of when I first came to Neverland and how my muscles weighed down after days of training. Why must my body betray me this way?
It was early in the morning and the boys were still asleep. Good. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I walked down to the beach and stretched my belly out on the warm sand. This feels nice.
“How the hell can you get up this early every morning?” So much for my pleasant morning.
“Hello,” I gave a pat to the sand next to me, “Come to mock my early morning routine once more?”
“Well it’s the only time you’re ever truly alone.” Peter sat down next to me, “Is there a reason you’re lying face down in the sand?”
“Because I can?”
“You’re sore, aren’t you?”
“Damn it all…” I muttered, “Yes, I am. What of it?”
“You should have just said so.” he rolled me over and laid his hand over my stomach, “Could have done this yesterday if you hadn’t avoided me.”
“Avoid is a strong word.”
“Yet it is what you did.” the ache started to fade, “I’m not mad just a tad disappointed that you would automatically assume I would, one, force you to have sex with me, and two, do it so soon after you lost your virginity. I have slept with literally dozens of women, a lot of them virgins, I know what they go through physically after it happens.”
“Man you really are a whore.”
“Sorry. Thanks for the consideration, truly, but I really don’t want to hear about how many naive virgins and drunken barmaids you’ve had sex with.”
“Figured.” he pulled his hand away, “I just want you to know that this doesn’t change anything between us. I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me because of what you asked me to do. That’s the whole reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”
“Well I wouldn’t say the whole reason.” I smirked at him. The tips of his ears burned red. “Didn’t understand that from yesterday did you? I would have thought the signs were obvious.”
“Oh my little Lost Girl,” he ran a hand through my hair, “You unravel me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“That remains to be seen.” He pulled me closer with a cheeky grin. His gaze left mine to focus on something over my shoulder. “Someone’s watching us.”
I looked behind me to see Candace flitting closer towards us. How had she followed me out here? She hopped onto my lap and began chirping at me. “Hello darling, why are you out here?” I scratched the top of her head.
“It’s very attached to you.”
“Her name’s Candace.”
“You named your phoenix Candace?”
“Well what would you name it?” Why is everyone so critical over her name?
“I don’t know something more deserving of an immortal phoenix like…the Neverbird.”
“Do you just name everything after Neverland?”
“It’s a good name.”
“It’s a title not a name.”
“Candace the Neverbird.”
“Is Candace the phoenix just not mystical enough for you?”
“My island, my rules.”
“My bird, my name.”
“I’m calling it the Neverbird.”
“You’re an idiot.” I picked up Candace and stood up. “I think she’s hungry, I’m going to go find her some food.”
“I’m gonna catch a couple more winks.” Peter reclined back on the sand and closed his eyes. “I have to go out and start collecting boys later.”
“Finally, some new blood to instill fear into.” He peeked an eye open at me, “What?”
“I knew there was a reason I liked you. Do you wanna come?”
“You want me to come with you to find new boys? Haven’t we spent enough time together recently?”
“There’s never enough time with you. Also more specifically we’ll be finding the boy that’s going to save my life. So?”
“As fun as that sounds I think I’ll sit this one out. There are things to do here.”
“Suit yourself.” he closed his eyes again and I left into the jungle to find Candace some food.
As much fun as roaming the realms and finding new boys would be I needed some space from Peter. I feel like everywhere I turn he’s there. I need some time away from the boys in general. I love them like brothers but it can all be a bit much. I’m as rough and tumble as the next boy, even more so in some cases, but I am also still a girl. There was a part of me that hated some of the jokes they made or their lack of sanitary habits.
If I am being honest with myself it was more than that. Being the only girl on the island can get frustrating. I’ve never been friends with girls, not even before Neverland. It was always just me and the boys. I never even knew my own mother. Would I even get along with girls? Can I even consider myself one after all these years without any interaction with another?
“At least I have you, huh?” I lifted Candace to my shoulder, “I’m not seeing any berries around here. Let’s try someplace else.”
I trekked further into the jungle searching for a berry bush until I finally found a grove of them near the far side of Dead Man’s Peak. “Here you go,” I picked some and held them up for Candace to eat, “You’re looking bigger already. How fast do you age? Maybe Peter would know we’ll ask him later.”
When I got back I was only slightly disappointed to see he had disappeared from the island. He wouldn’t return till late in the night I was sure. I dropped Candace back at my tent and by now everyone was awake and getting ready for training. I had been slacking on my training lately and stuck with Felix for some real challenge.
“Come on Y/N,” Felix sighed, “I thought you were a tad better than this.”
“Just a bit off this morning.” I refused to admit I was rusty. Rusty meant clumsy and clumsy meant death in a real fight.
We started again and I got some of my prowess back but took a few more hits and falls than I should have allowed. Training last late and I was dripping with sweat by the end. Most of the boys were too and we decided to take a quick dip to cool off.
“This is nice,” I floated back on the pond.
“Yeah,” Devin floated next to me, “Until someone does something like this.” Devin launched himself at me and dunked me under the water. I pulled him down with me. Why can’t we have a swim without it turning into a brawl? So is the life of a Lost Girl I suppose.
We thrashed about in the water for a bit having some good fun. Devin had me in a lock and the other boys came over to pester me while I was subdued. I thrashed even harder trying to break free when a loud noise like a needle to the ear pierced the air. Devin dropped me to clamp his hands over his ears. I looked to find the source of the noise and saw it was Candace. She had followed me again. I quickly swam to the shore and tried to shut her up. Once she saw me she quieted down.
“What the hell was that?!” Toodles asked. The others looked at me accusingly.
“I didn’t do this.” Candace kept chirping until I picked her up. “She must have thought I was in trouble.”
“We were horsing around. Is your rat with wings that dumb?”
“Don’t insult her, she can’t tell the difference. She only saw me struggling.” I gave her another soothing pet. “It’s sweet.”
“No, it is dangerous.” Toodles said and there was a murmur of agreement from the others.
“This is madness. She’s just a little bird that wanted to protect me. She’ll learn.”
“I don’t know why Pan lets you keep it.” Billy sneered.
“I would have thought that much was obvious.” Devin pulled himself onto the bank next to me, “Pan and her are sleep–”
I pushed him back in the water before he could say another word. I don’t know if he was kidding or if he somehow actually knew but I wasn’t going to let him implant the idea in the other’s minds. “You all are so paranoid. Why wouldn’t we want an all powerful immortal phoenix on our side? She’s not even fully grown and her screech discombobulated you all within seconds. She’s valuable and Peter recognizes this, that is why she stays. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to dry off and get something to eat. Bring your torches and pitchforks if you want to rebel against our leader’s wishes.”
Without another word I grabbed my things and sauntered back to camp. The boys did have a point though. Candace was still only a baby right now and she was already capable of a lot. I’m going to need to keep a better watch on her if I don’t want to lose her.
I grabbed some food and started wandering around the island. Maybe I should leave. A pleasant day trip to some far off realm with no boys. That sounded marvelous right now. To do that I would need a bean though and the harvest was under twenty four hour watch now that we had the pirates to worry about. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen them in a while, I wonder what they’re up to. Not curious enough to bother heading to the coast to find their ship but curious nonetheless. By the end of the day I had found myself reclining high in Peter’s Thinking Tree and watching the glimmer of the sea in the last rays of the evening sun. Candace had flown off somewhere the higher I had climbed and hadn’t returned.
This is so boring. Hopefully a new face around here will liven things up. I let out a yawn and fell asleep on the large bough of the towering tree. In the morning I woke up and nearly fell from my precipitous bed. I got my bearing about me and went back to camp. There was a new face milling about with the others but all I could think of was how my back ached from sleeping so awkwardly on the hard tree.
“What’s a lady doin ‘ere?” the new boy pointed to me accusingly.
“Trust us,” Nick slung an arm over my shoulder, “She’s no lady.”
“And I can break your head open like an egg with one hit.” I grabbed Nick’s spear and gave it an effortless twirl in my hand, “Suffice to say, don’t try anything.”
The young fool turned as white as a sheet and backed away slowly. Smart move.
“Must you cause so much trouble so early?” Ben approached from where the new boy had fled.
“I was simply telling him how things are around here. If one is to thrive on Neverland then they need thick skin.” I rubbed at my stiff neck. “Benny boy, know anything about easing a sore neck?”
“Sorry no.” he shrugged.
“Great.” I grumbled and collapsed back in my tent while the others headed to training for the morning. Candace chirped happily at me when she saw I had returned. She supposedly has healing abilities but I doubt they could help with the ache running down my spine. Why does my body hate me so?
Candace, annoyed by her lack of attention, pecked at my feet and ankles. “Bugger off,” I shooed her away, “Let me get some rest.”
She continued to peck and peck until it got to be too much. “What is your problem?” I shouted back as I went to push her away again but noticed she wasn’t the one that had just poked me.
“Hello to you too?” Peter quirked an eyebrow up at me.
“What do you want?” I fell back against my cot with a thud.
“Why aren’t you at training?”
“Not from that.” I glared at him. “I slept in a tree and now my back hurts.”
“My silly little pet,” he squeezed into the tent next to me, “Want me to help?”
“Sure,” I rolled over so I was laying on my stomach.
I was expecting the usual ado where he placed a hand on my back or wherever I was hurting and his magic cleared up the ache but that’s not what he did this time. He did place his hands on my back but he was rubbing it instead. It felt good and was relieving some tension so I didn’t bother asking why he was doing this instead of using magic.
I felt myself relax more as he kneaded my back, shoulders, and neck. I let out a sigh of contentment and rolled back so I was facing up. I hadn’t realized it before but he had been straddling me the entire time and now I was trapped beneath him. The last time I was in this position flew across my mind and my heart missed a beat. The same thought must have entered Peter’s mind because he began running a hand down my side.
We couldn’t do it here, could we? All the boys are at training right now…no one would be back for another hour or two at least. Without realizing it I had been sliding my hands against his thighs straddled on either side of me. I gave him a smile and he returned it with his own salacious grin.
I was less weary this time when he bent down to kiss my neck. I let out a soft sigh and stretched my neck so he could get to it easier. He pulled back for a moment to rid me of my shirt. He studied my body much in the same way he did the first time. He poked my side and I winced. “Where’d did all the bruises come from, pet?”
“I took a few lumps training with Felix the other day.”
“Clumsy, Lost Girl, very clumsy.” he murmured as his face hovered over my abdomen, “Want me to kiss it better?”
“Shove off,” I sat up and pushed his face away, “Do you always have to be such a prat?”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” he wrapped my legs around his waist, “Speaking of having me…”
“Bite me,” I rolled my eyes. He smirked wider before biting down hard on the space between my neck and shoulder. “Ow! I didn’t mean literally!”
“Oops,” he shrugged innocently, “I was just complying to the wish of my Lost Girl.”
“Sticks and stones pet,” he pressed against me kissing me hard.
As I was starting to roll Peter’s shirt off the sound of someone milling about the camp made me freeze. “Someone’s out there.” I whispered in a panicked voice.
“They’ll go away,” he whispered back claiming my lips again.
“Y/N, are you here?” I recognized Nick’s voice, “The new kid wants to try fighting you.”
“They’re looking for me,” I warned him but my pleas fell on deaf ears, “they’re gonna realize I’m in my tent.”
“They will if you keep talking.”
The footsteps got closer. “Y/N, are you still sleeping?” Nick called again.
Peter shook his head at me.
“Trying to,” Peter frowned at my response, “What do you want?”
“The new kid thinks you’ll be an easy win and wants to fight you. Wanna prove him wrong?”
“Not right now,”
“Come on, you’re already awake.” I could make out his shadow outside the tent.
“No!” I blurted, “I–I’m not dressed. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay…? I’ll wait out here for you to get ready.” his shadow left and his footsteps receded.
I let out a breath of relief. Peter was glaring at me. “Why?”
“He was about to barge in on us.” I stressed.
“No he wasn’t. If you wouldn’t have answered he would have left.”
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“Fine, next time I won’t let you slip away though.” he rolled off me so that I could get dressed again and leave.
“Just so you know,” I turned back to him, “I’m disappointed too.”
He was still frowning but there was a playful glint to his eyes. I closed the space and pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “Come by in a bit if you want to watch me break the new kid in.”
Taking down the new kid took a whole of five seconds. He stammered about how he wasn’t ready and demanded a rematch. Again and again I slammed him into the ground. Both with weapons, only him with a weapon, hand-to-hand, I even allowed the idiot to choose one of the boys so it was two to one. Each time he went down with ease.
The new boy groaned on the ground. “Come on kid, give it up already.”
“N-No…” he pushed himself to his feet, wincing as he did so. “I’m not a kid. I wanna go again.”
“Please,” I shoved him gently and he staggered back, “You are weak, you can’t defend yourself from the simplest attack, your movements resemble that of a dying warthog and you are as dumb as the ocean is deep. But you have tenacity. A real stubbornness. I can respect that.”
“Huh?” he looked at me confused.
“Don’t act so oblivious. You’re one of us now. We’ll turn you into a proper Lost Boy yet.” I held out a hand, “What’s your name?”
He glanced between me and my hand repeatedly before grasping it tightly in his own. “I’m Rufio.”