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April 2004

April 1, 2004

“hey heartbreaker, you'll never work in this town again”

I think someone is impersonating me online. Could be a joke. But if you talk to someone online and they say they are me, they aren't. I don't talk to anyone online. Texas is fun. We got some sick clandestine hoodies. They've got bats on the hoods and all. Sidenote: I love nickplan. Sorry my words don't have the same weight they usually have right now. Usually they feel stuck in my throat, today it feels okay inside my skin. Oh yeah chicagoland. We want to roadtest some of our new songs so we will be playing around unannounced on shows at really small venues in the next few months. If you snooze you lose. You never know what show we may play.

April 4, 2004

“we love life”

Texas was sex. Dallas being the most amazing. Its hot down here. We played with a band called DV8, this really young band (13-15). They were rad. The bassists bass was bigger than him. Me some rad kids in arkansas, they were starry-eyed and made me tongue-tied. I've been writing a lot lately. All my old charms and curses are back in full swing. I can't wait to get home. Well take these hearts and rename them dangerous and invincible. Well make them too hard to break.

Peterpan

April 7, 2004

“a man-made monster with every human emotion (clandestine explained 1)”

So a lot of people have been asking us about these hoodies and shirt with bats on them. It is not a clothing company. It is not a new band. When I was younger I had this same nightmare over and over again- so my friend tim biedron and I made a story of it (www.timbiedron.com to check out his art). The story is finished and we are waiting on some of the illustration. You may love it or hate it but its something that was stuck inside my head for a long time. We will be selling shirts and skatedecks online soon (www.clandestineindustries.com) and the story will be available this summer. Take the time to check it out if you get a chance.

Love peter

April 10, 2004

“ice age, heat wave cant complain”

i really like the new modest mouse cd. it's called good news for people who love bad news. purchase it.

April 11, 2004

“the moon has one third less gravity than your earth, i don't know if you can comprehend that”

im home. i love aqua teen hunger force. its hilarious. i wanted to let everyone know that if you haven't heard the point id suggest checking them out. a good mix of core and punk rock type stuff. i really really enjoy the hell out of them. www.thepointrock.com

still listening to modest mouse. still think you should get it. being home is nice. im full of food and really clean and im wearing my hood up. im way tired.

April 11, 2004

“I want to sleep on portraits painted as perfect as you”

Thanks for fun on tour. For the record for those in freeport- we had a little bit of fun with you. I will not ever drink. Its not my thing. So if you think there was more than water in that beer bottle, I have a bridge you might wanna buy too.

April 12, 2004

in response to a post on our messageboard, i want to say that i eat only cocoa crispies. i dont dig any other cereals.

April 14, 2004

“in case you're keeping score”

Being in a band is the ultimate friendship ruiner. Went to two shows tonight. In addition to all the smoke got to hang with: akas, beautiful mistake, dld, apo, senses fail and rufio. Being in a band is the best friendship maker. I am getting this awesome bass custom made, black with a red pick guard, no knobs, wired "on". I think it got me weird, so I dyed my hair red and black. Its sex or maybe not. I have 80 pages of lyrics to wade through. New songs soon. New love soon. Style update: I'm only gonna wear little polo tees with the collars up from now on. The clandestine webstore is almost up. I want to get "mom" tattoo for mothers day.

Peter

April 14, 2004

i just wanted to welcome the academy to the family. it's cool cause i've seen these guys go from the beginning and now we're here....

- petey

April 15, 2004

“who dares wins.”

i have been having such a rad time at home. but i must admit i haven't gotten used to sleeping with out hearing my friends breathing in hotel rooms. my bed doesn't feel the same. we leave again today. i am excited to see old friends. i am excited to see some bands too. the full clandestine website is going to launch on april 22 at www.clandestineindustries.com - we'll have some gear at the next couple of shows.

i was gonna post some pictures of my experiments with shaving and hair dye here. but i don't know how so go on over to: www.fueledbyramen.com/journal to see em.

love peterlewiskingstonwentz

i've found that liars always sing the loudest. heart in mouth, ego on sleeve. you've always got the right girl and the right line. i swear to god, take this mic and cross my heart and hope you die. i'm singing this one just flat of the key of love. liars always sing the loudest. the act is getting old but i'm sure all the fools will follow like vermin down the hole.

April 15, 2004

hey jerks. i got bored and dyed my hair red and black- oooh scary. when i am home i only wear sweatpants and don't shave. here's a look into the life of a loser:

make me say ugh nahnahnahnah

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there's that quarterback smile we all hate

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born to lose

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pretty emo bro, you could use this one to score on live journal

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and here's the after shaved and ready to do some stagedives. new jersey or bust.

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this may in fact be photo evidence that i am gay

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now that we have that out of the way. the full clandestine site should launch on april 22. we'll be selling some gear at skateandsurf and at a couple of these shows on the way out. tour never ends. for real go and listen to my friend ben's band, it's called Not Enough Gold. they smoke. our tour this summer is gonna be called "believers never die" get into it. sorry for all the pictures, this ain't my space biatch, send me some.

1 2 3 L U V!

- petey

April 26, 2004

so much has been going on. my head has been moving too fast, i can't catch up. clandestineindustries.com is up.

i've got a picture from skate and surf in new jersey. we will have more soon, excuse the quality. you can see how insane this room was.

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- petey

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal #pete wentz livejournal

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heartsdefine · 1 year ago

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" ⭐ " !

Send a ⭐ and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. (If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.)

Miss Evangelista & The 13th Doctor: I think this one almost goes without saying! I'm not sure how your headcanons play it but there's always a timey-wimey reason for the Doc to run back into someone from an old adventure. (Even if that person technically did not survive said adventure.)

Miss Evangelista & Lin: Lin is my Time Lord OC bby who could be met alongside any of the Doctors tbh! Though primarily I have her meeting Eleven first, bc that's how I developed the character, but we are flexible. Again, we have so many timey-wimey canon-bendy options.

Goldberry & Tauriel: I have Tauriel traveling all over Middle Earth post-Hobbit timeline, so there's a chance these two could meet at some point!

Snow White & Rufio: Rufio is my precious chaos demon Lost Boy based in Once Upon a Time's Neverland until they wound up in the Enchanted Forest a few years before The Curse struck. This is an encounter that could totally have happened off-screen or something. I've also had this AU thought in my head where Rufio goes with the Charmings on their quest to rescue Henry from Neverland since like. Forever.

Snow White & Snow White: Neverafter Snow's canon is HIGHLY multiverse friendly and she is VERY different from OUAT's Snow, so I think they could make for some interesting encounters.

#letters.#marblecarved #ooc. ( a suspicious lack of dragons )

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charliehearted · 2 years ago

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How Charlie had made it this far on the island without a guard, without a sense of danger and when to stop, was a question for another day and nothing short of a miracle. That didn't mean he didn't know when other people had it. It was a sense Neverland demanded of her denizens and it was one Charlie had managed to survive without, but others, those closest to Peter... Well, Charlie knew how important it was to recognize a threat as a threat.

It wasn't something Charlie could do. He had failed before and some small part of his brain told him that perhaps he was failing now. Charlie ignored it, smiling back at the other, disregarding the smirk for what he knew, what he hoped was a genuine emotion below it. He was one of the crew. Charlie was also one of Peter's and that, before all else, read in his face as he spoke to Rufio.

He liked Rufio. Of course, he'd known the man for all of a few moments, especially when taken with the circumstances that had introduced them. Charlie felt, however, that Rufio was someone he could like. He was well-acquainted with rough personalities after all.

"You look like you could be mean," Charlie retorted. "Especially if you think someone deserves it. So you tell me, do I look like I deserve it?"

The smile that split his face at the thanks he received was bright, iridescent. "You're very welcome," he returned. "Though it wasn't much of anything. You needed help so I gave it. Nothing unusual about that, though perhaps you ought to avoid such circumstances in the future. I won't always be there to help you out of thickets!"

Rufio had no such capacity to read people. The world was a fight for power, and Rufio was sick of losing. That meant having his guard up, being ready for anything.

Charlie elicited no reaction from him, Rufio held his smug little smirk and watched him think. He looked a lot like a lost boy. Rufio could just see it; this kid running around with Bandit, sneaking food to Lucy, giggling about nothing with Sawyer and Davie.

But his last few words got him -- it would be really mean. Rufio realised all at once that there was a charm to this kid. A life to his eyes, a sharpness under a softness under a sharpness.

Rufio lets go for a moment, and he laughs. "You're right, Charlie," he says, smiling -- of course, he can't just drop his hard exterior, can't just be nice to someone without having his back covered. "That would be mean. And do I look mean to you?" He holds out his arms, raising his eyebrows.

"Of course not. So I wouldn't do that to you." He pauses, considering his options again. Should he just... go? Or...

"Uh, hey, thanks, Charlie. That was nice of you."

#perception check: interactions #with: rufio #featuring: rufio

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devilishlyhandsome123 · 2 years ago

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Peter Pan retold: Andy as Peter Pan and Hero as his right hand man

Straight on til Morning

Warning! ⚠️ 18+ . by now, if you follow my page, you know I like to write smut that's dark and gritty. This Peter Pan fanfiction will be no different. Mention of reverse Harem, sharing (threesome), choking, oral, fingering, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, candle play, etc.

As you may know, I write long fanfics as well. So, summary: you had a ceremony that binded you to Andy (peter) and Hero (Rufio). You have been on Neverland with them for a year and have acquired hungers for them that they refused to give into until you declared yourself theirs. You were allowed to play with the Lost Boys while they watched, but they refused to touch you. Tonight that changes.

Buckle up and enjoy! And if you're new here, welcome to the dark side.

Andy and Hero left you alone in your room after the ceremony that declared you theirs. You have been waiting a year for this night. They drove you nuts in refusing to touch you, but allowed you to be gang banged by the lost boys as they watched. Smoke always curling in front of Andy as he smoked his cigarette and Hero always nursing a bourbon. Both their eyes would burn into your soul. You had hoped that letting the Lost Boys slam their cocks into every hole would invite them to break their rules, but they never budged. Tonight was the night that you got them both in every way you could imagine. Your body shook with anticipation as you washed. You were nervous and excited and aroused. You stomach was doing summersaults.

You climb out of the bath and oil your body and hair. You kneel on the floor with your eyes forward waiting for them to come in. You pant as a knock sounds on your door.

"Come in." You say softly through pants.

Both men come through the door. Andy wearing his black slacks, white button up (now unbuttoned a few), and suspenders. Hero has on black slacks, a black button up, and a black jacket. Your face flushes with arousal and you take in their forms. They both smile.

"My Darling. You look beautiful." Hero says.

"She even braided her hair and is kneeling like we asked. Such a good girl." Andy says, his eyes burning into you.

Hero licks and bites his lip and he walks around you, taking in your naked form. Andy stops in front of you, looking you over. You can see them both deciding what they want to do to you. Andy lights a cigarette and sits in his chair.

"Hero, why don't you warm her up for us?" Andy says in a deep rumble.

You wiggle and mewl at the request. Andy liked to watch, but you knew once he dove in that your world would be rocked twice over. You've seen him ravish one of the sirens down at the lagoon after watching you be torn apart by the lost boys.

Hero stands in front of you. The candlelight flickering over his gorgeous face. "Undress me darling." His english accent made you weak in the knees, but you stand and start removing his jacket. Your hands slowly moving over the material that cover his chest and shoulders. He watches you as you toss his jacket aside and work on unbuttoning his shirt. You tug it from his slacks. You lick your lips and rub your hands up his chest in the same fashion you did with his jacket. Darkness flashes in his eyes and you kiss him once, over his heart, as you remove his shirt and toss it with his jacket.

When you turn back to him, the darkness has covered the irises in his eyes. They are jet black now. His hand reaches out to you, he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you into a hungry kiss. His hand travels down to your pussy and he strokes you and then plunges two fingers in you. You moan into his mouth and put your hands on his shoulders. He gets you so close to orgasming, even flicking your bundle of nerves with his thumb a few times. But he doesn't let you finish. Hero pulls his fingers out of you and quickly shoves you to the ground on to your knees. You look up at him in surprise and whine.

"Be a good girl. Pull me out and fuck me with your mouth." He says as he licks his fingers clean.

"Wait." Andy says. He gets up and walks to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out an anal plug. "Stand up and bend over. Hero, remove your own pants and lay on the bed under her."

Your body gets covered in chills and your eagerness shows in the smile you give Andy. You let Hero lay down and then you bend over him. You spread your legs slightly for Andy. He rubs the plug over your dripping pussy. He gets it wet with your juices and plays with your asshole, pushing it ever so slightly until you fully relax. You take Hero into your mouth and suck him all the way into your throat as Andy pushes one final time and your body sucks in the plug. You moan around Heros cock and his hands shook into your hair.

"Careful love, you might undo me right now with that kind of behavior." He says.

You look up at him as you take him in and out of your mouth. You watch as Hero's face transforms with pleasure. Andy starts rubbing his hands up and down your legs and rear, bumping into the plug. You didn't realize he was behind you still. He was kneeling on the floor with his face inching toward your pussy. He lets out a hot breath over your skin and you clench. He smiles and his crystal blue eyes flash before he plunges his tongue in you. You moan around Hero again, that makes him moan out. You feel Andy smile and then the hums against you. The sensation is heavenly. Hero chuckles as you stop bobbing, him deep in your throat, and your eyes roll back into your head. Andy now has his fingers splayed across the plug and his thumb inside you rubbing your walls. Between that and feeling him push and rub against the plug, your body heats up. A climax coming all too quick.

Andy feels it and pulls away from you completely. He pulls you off of Hero before you can make him climax.

"A little denial cool down. Hero is going to stay where he is, but you will stand before me. I want you so ravenous for us that you detach from your body." He says.

You can feel your thighs becoming slick with your arousal and your head spins. You are already so ravenous for them from not getting to touch them sexually for a year.

"Andy, please?" You coo. "I want to devour you both. To be used to your hearts content. I want you both to release yourselves inside of me. Please?"

Andy gives you a look.

Your heart races and you want nothing more that for his hands to be all over you, for him to be buried inside of you, your bodies touching in every way they can. But he walks to a candle and pulls it from the holder.

"Lay next to Hero." He says. You scamper to the bed and do as your told.

Hero is slowly stroking himself and once you are laying, he puts his face right next to yours. He licks and nips at your neck. Andy stands on your other side and begins slowly pouring hot wax over your skin. Your back arches and you have no idea what to do with yourself. You grip the bedsheets and Andy continues once you are flat again. He pours down your belly and on your thighs and dangerously close to your pussy. You reach your hand out to try and undo Andy's trousers and he slaps your hand away. You growl at him.

"Be a good girl. Climb on top of Hero, he can have your first orgasm." He says. Your eyes wide in surprise. But you do as your told.

You climb on top of Hero and let him slowly slip inside of you. You can feel him touch every inch of you and the plug intensifies the feeling. You take every inch of him and stop as soon as he is buried deep in you. He tries to pull out and give friction but you clench around him and shake your head.

"Please, let me please you." You say.

His hands rest on your hips and some of the wax flakes off. You begin to rock against him and twirl your hips ever so slightly. It doesn't take long for you both to start panting. You let out a loud moan and begin to bounce on Hero. Your breasts catch his attention as they bounce with you. He puts his hands over them, rubbing your nipples. It sends a shock straight to your clit. He puts his thumb on your bundle of nerves as you start bouncing faster and clench around him. You moan loudly and he pants and growls. You know your close, the orgasm burning in your walls. Andy steps up behind you and tugs on the plug. Hero grabs your hips and starts violently slamming into you. Once Andy pulls the plug out, you scream and convulse as you ride your orgasm. Hero doesn't stop slamming into you and rubbing your clit. You feel the burn come back immediately and panic. Andy tells you to relax and once you let go, Hero pulls out of you. You soak him with your juices as your whole body locks up in pure bliss.

Andy pushes you back on top of Hero. But doesn't let either of you move. He lines himself up and pushes into your asshole. You feel so full, you might explode! You lay your head back on to Andy's shoulder and he kisses you as they both pump in and out of you. You feel your body shaking again and moan into Andy's mouth. He brings his hand up around your throat, he doesn't choke you, but he applies a slight pressure. Hero's hands explore your legs and hips. The feelings are almost too much and your let a few tears fall as you continue to moan at their motions.

Hero starts to lose pace. Andy pulls away from your kiss and pushes you down to kiss Hero. At the sudden change in movement, Hero spasms and moans his release into your mouth and you feel him pulse inside of you. Andy still strokes in and out of you, but slowly. Finally, he stops and pulls out of you. He pulls you off of Hero and motions Hero to follow him to wash up. You're confused as to why they are leaving you. But they both come back out after a moment.

Hero lays back down on the bed and Andy lays you on your side facing him. He curls up behind you, still very erect.

"I'm not done with you yet Darling." He rumbles in your ear.

"Mmmmm." Is all you can muster.

Andy's arms are wrapped around you and he inserts himself into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly as he strokes you in a different angle. He kisses along your shoulder and Hero claims your mouth with his. Your climax quickly builds with the slow thrusts coming from Andy and his hands gripping your breasts. You feel him falter and Hero puts his fingers on your clit. The room starts to glow as fairies come out of the walls. They land all over the three of you and start kissing and licking your sweat slickened skin. You are shaking again as your climax nears, stars dancing in your eyes. Between the fairies, Hero rubbing your clit and Andy slowly losing his rhythm under you and whispering in your ear about how good of a girl you are and how good you feel, you dive over the edge as your body releases a wave of energy. You feel Andy's release at the same time and you both send a shock wave of light through the room. The fairies take off back into the walls and Hero's eyes go wide.

"Did you two just....?" His words fall away as we come back to our bodies.

"What. Was. That?" You say in between pants.

"You two did just do that. Huh? I've only ever seen that once in my whole life! So cool!" Hero ranted on. He jumped out of the bed with a huge smile on his face. "I'm gunna go shower. Andy, explain that to her will ya?" Hero took off toward the bathroom.

Andy pulls out of you, your juices leak out and it sends shivers through you. You roll over and face him, looking at him with confusion.

"What was that?" You ask again.

He looks at you lovingly and you melt into his embrace as he pulls you close to him. His fingers trailing up and down your back.

"That my dear, was our claim on each other. Our bodies, our souls, our minds, our hearts, every living cell in our bodies just claimed each other. It's so rare." He says.

"What does that mean for Hero? Can we still have him? We had a ceremony claiming each other." You say almost panicked.

"Shh shh shh. Don't worry. He is still yours and you are still his. But we have been mated through our bond. It cannot be undone. Think of it like being in a wolf pack. You and I are now Alpha and Luna."

Your heart soars. You felt your heart and soul tug more for Andy but you had a hunger for Hero you couldn't let go of too. You are filled with a happiness as you come to understand that you get to keep them both. You snuggle into Andy and relax. He pets your hair.

You feel the bed dip moments later as Hero joins you. He curls up behind you and puts an arm around you and Andy. You have never felt so comfortable and safe than you do right now, wrapped up in your two favorite lost boys.

#peter pan smut #peter pan #andy sixx #andy six #andy biersack #andy black #hero fiennes tiffin #Rufio #dark romance

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horselover107 · 3 years ago

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Captain John Hart, Note the Sarcasm

A Playlist for Torchwood Villians Fest. Descriptions and key lyrics under the cut (spoiler:most of those descriptions are just "was a vibe")

Warning for adult themes and sexuality explicit lyrics in some songs

Song 2 by Blur

It's from the soundtrack but also it sets a vibe

The Cult of Dionysus by the Orion Experience

I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus

Sex, Drugs, and Violence by Green Day

Mainly here for the title tbh

Ex and Ohs by Elle King

John is the ex in this song

'Cause I found me a better lover in the UK Hey, hey, until I made my getaway

One, two, three, they gonna run back to me 'Cause I'm the best baby that they never gotta keep One, two, three, they gonna run back to me They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

Ex's and the oh, oh, oh's they haunt me Like ghosts they want me to make 'em all They won't let go Ex's and oh's

Hit and Run by Lolo

I previously did a fic based on this song for Alice/Emiy but this song is ALSO a Jack and John backstory vibe

Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time by Panic! at the Disco

Really just here for the vibe

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

I Don't Give a Damn Bout My Bad Reputation is a VIBE

So What by P!nk

A Jack/John vibe from the bar fight to "you weren't there, you let me fall"

Toxic by Britney Spears

Aside from the relationship vibe, literally just poison lipstick and the whole thing about The Rules

Kiss With a Fist by Florence and the Machine

Literally just this whole song is the bar fight make out scene

Bad Boyfriend by Garbage

Once again here for more vibes than anything else.

It's wild, the way you tease me It's wild, the way you free me It's wild, the way you reach me Wrapped me up in your wire from the start

Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance

Here for the title because you know, exit wounds

It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face Ba ba ba, ba ba ba And you're walking away And I will die in this place

Sometimes you scrape and sink so low I'm shocked at what you're capable of And if this is the coronation, I ain't feeling the love 'Cause we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school So, tell me all about your problems, I was killing before killing was cool

I'm Going to be a Slut by Pansy Divison

I wanna live for pleasure I wanna live for fun So many lovely guys I want to sleep with every one

I'm gonna be a slut

Fuck Machine by Mindless Self Indulgence

Now we don't care If you're a girl or a toy If you're a game or a boy If you're nerd or a whore

You can have the sex with me (Woah-oh-oh) Science fiction fantasy

Also just the title and artist

Science Fiction by Rufio

Here for the future boy time agent vibes

Toxic Valentine by All Time Low

This is also kind of ALSO a Jack/John vibe.

Sex and white lies Handcuffs and alibis She lays her halo on the pillow where she sleeps Her heart beats, red wine My toxic valentine Lays her halo on her pillow that used to be... She lays her halo on her pillow that used to be mine

Whiskey in Hell by Anarbor

I hope they serve whiskey in hell, 'Cause I'm already on my way. And I've fucked up, You can't save me now. 'Cause I'm already on my way And I'll buy the first round If you come down. I hope they serve whiskey in hell.

#torchwood #john hart #torchwood fanfests #Spotify

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thejollyroger-writer · 4 years ago

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THE WASTELAND - HOME (15/15)

Some triggers: this story is rated TEEN, mostly for violence. It takes place during wartime, and some of the characters go through some violence and torture. If you need more information about this, please just message me!

SUMMARY: In a world that has been saturated in war for as long as anyone can remember, Emma Swan has rebuilt her life as far away from the chaos as possible, opening her own maternity hospital after spending too many years in makeshift battlefield aid stations. But one night, a bloodied and battered soldier finds her hospital trying to get away from an enemy with a penchant for torture and a personal vendetta against him. With the help of Emma’s childhood friend Prince David and a motley collection of humans and magic-wielders, the quest to save Killian Jones’ life from the poison used by the enemy takes them to places even beyond the known world.

A/N: Can you believe it? This story is COMPLETE, which feels surreal and ethereal in unexplainable ways. I've literally been writing this story longer than it took me to write my masters' thesis -- though, needing to write my masters' thesis is most of the reason it has taken me this long. Thank you all for sticking around through it all, if you've been here since the beginning -- and if you've hopped on somewhere along the way, you're just as important to me. Thank you, all. Enjoy the last chapter.

Start from the Beginning // Also on AO3!

For a long, drawn-out moment, nothing happens. Emma can feel the beating of her heart in her stomach and fears that something has gone wrong, attempting to use her unhoned magic for too big a task too quickly.

And then, she feels her feet shift on uneven ground and she dares to open her eyes.

Sand.

They're on the shore. Everyone is on the shore, Belle still tending to Will's wounded shoulder and Mary Margaret comforting David, his pain obvious on his face. Killian releases her hand, rushing to the prince's side with his canteen at the ready. The water doesn't heal David as quickly as it did Killian, but as he swallows the few sips he was given, his expression grows relieved and the tendrils of poison retract across his exposed chest before disappearing from the site of the wound. It's not nearly as climactic as Killian's healing was (Emma refuses to think about why that might be) but she still feels a weight lifted from her chest as all traces of the poison disappear, leaving only a small cut on his side where the arrow nicked him.

Killian and Mary Margaret simultaneously sigh an audible breath of relief, her petite form almost comically small as she leans into Killian's shoulder.

"Let's get off this bloody island," Killian says, allowing only a moment's pause before he helps Dave to his feet — though his words are practically forgotten as the forest begins to groan and grumble, trees snapping, cracking, falling to the ground behind them.

And they watch as four, five, six boys move through the treeline, all dressed in rags and covered in dirt.

"The Lost Boys!" Wendy cries, rushing towards them.

"Please take us home with you, Wendy," the one who looks to be the oldest begs, terror obvious on his face, as on all of their faces.

She turns to look at David. "Without Pan's magic, the island will disappear, and the boys will die."

David shakes his head. "I have no argument."

"What about what Pan told your brothers? That only the amount who arrived can leave?" Regina's voice is heavy with worry. None of them want to leave the boys behind, but if it means that no one will make it home, it's a much heavier question.

But Belle is the one to answer. "With Pan defeated, the island holds no power. Even if it wanted to stop us from leaving, it is no longer able."

The oldest boy knits his eyebrows. "Does that mean—" he starts, but is silenced by a deafening thump as another large tree hits the ground, this one not far from the shore and sending a tremor under their feet.

"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger," Killian says with a smile, gesturing for the boys to lead the way to the waterline and aboard the ship.

"Rufio, where's Felix?" Wendy asks, walking beside the oldest of the boys.

But the boy shakes his head. "He's always been the most dedicated to Pan and here longer than the rest of us, you know that. He said he would rather die here with Neverland than become a traitor."

"Oh, Felix," she breathes, but it does not keep her or the other boys from boarding.

As the rest of them move towards the ship, Emma moves to stand beside Killian, who is waiting to go last as the captain does. He pats Robin on the shoulder, the pain of losing Graham sinking in once more as his body is carried onto the ship. “Take him below decks. Merlin can show you where to find what you’ll need to wrap him.” Robin just nods.

"We did it, Swan," he breathes, reaching down to squeeze her hand. "How do you feel?"

"It's almost surreal," she replies, lifting his hand so she can look at his arm. She still barely believes it, would not have believed the way the water healed him if she hadn't seen it herself — and she still had trouble understanding how easily he was healed by her magic, even after learning of their connection, their destiny.

She still doesn't want to believe it, really. Everyone is so sure that it's about them, that they were prophesied ages ago to go on this journey, to save each other. She's not denying their connection, not anymore, but she still struggles to believe that they were destined to be together because some ancient seer decided it was supposed to be so.

"Let's go home," he says finally, gesturing for Emma to follow Robin and Regina onto the Jolly Roger.

Home. He's not even sure where home is anymore. For years, it was in the Northern Mountains, then with Dave and his band of followers after returning from Neverland. He's been ready for a new home for a while, he realizes, following Emma onto his ship. With her, he hopes. Hell, he's never wanted anything as much as he has wanted to be with her. They're destined to be together, but all he wants to do is kiss her, find all the things that make her happy and never stop giving them to her. He wants to wake up beside her, learn the way her golden waves look in the morning sun, the way she takes her coffee. If it means working beside her in the hospital, doing everything he can to help her while hopefully keeping them from harm — hell, he'll work in a maternity hospital. For her. He would do anything for her.

They leave the island behind quickly, the Lost Boys, Wendy, and a fully-healed Will watching it crumble, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ash and a cloud of dirt that covers the horizon.

Killian doesn't turn back. Some of the others peer over their shoulders but Killian seems to be the only one fully content leaving the island behind without a second thought — but, then again, he is the only one among them to have experienced it twice, to have it take multiple people he loves from him, even if it brought others together.

He thinks of Graham, being prepared belowdecks for burial at sea once they're out of the wretched Neverland waters; he thinks of Milah, who sacrificed so much, who hid her true identity from a world she felt so unsafe in, gone forever in the pile of rubble and debris.

Liam. He thinks of his brother, releasing the helm to feel the large ring hanging from his neck between his fingers. He left Liam behind in Neverland twice, never able to give him the burial at sea he always wanted. Well, he thinks, turning his head to glance behind him, if the entire island crumbles into the sea, then Liam is finally laid to rest as he would have wanted.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to look back," Merlin says from the spot he has found against the railing, only using the basest of his powers to move the ship along the waters until they take to the sky.

"I wasn't going to," he confesses, looking down at the ring once more. "But then I thought of Liam, and the burial at sea he deserved and never got."

"Well, the whole damned island got a burial at sea, and that sure as hell included him."

Killian nods, managing a smile. "That's what I thought, too."

They travel along the water for a few hours, pausing around dusk to bid their final farewells to Graham before taking to the sky. The sun sinks below the horizon, and Killian turns to the same star charts they used on the journey there to guide them home, though this time Emma takes part in all of it: helping Merlin and Belle fly the ship, learning the stars that they use to guide them back to the Northern Mountains. He has always felt at peace behind the helm of this ship, even when it was his brother's; having Emma beside him, his chest pressed against her back as he points over her shoulder towards the stars, is the most at home he has ever felt, and he wishes — on the stars that guide them home, on any good luck charm he has ever known, praying to the gods who have seemed to answer him a lot lately — that it's not a feeling that disappears.

The journey back isn’t as celebratory as expected from a group of people who have evaded what they all believed would be certain death. David and Mary Margaret spend most of the trip in the lieutenant’s quarters, Mary Margaret finding the sleep that evaded her the last few days, the two of them taking turns caring for the other. Merlin and Belle spend the return trip just as they did the journey there, guiding the ship through the air, though when Emma is feeling at her strongest, she attempts to assist them. (The rest of the crew does not fail to notice how Will spends much of his time sitting against the railing near wherever Belle has stationed herself, eating what seems to be a never ending supply of apples and chocolate and other types of random snacks and reading the books spread across his lap, even though he was never known to be a voracious reader before.) Similarly, after being comforted by her after Graham’s burial, Robin and Regina spend most of their time together, a pairing of sensible pantsuits and olive green attire that none of them saw coming.

Wendy and the Lost Boys spend most of their time gaping at the views over the railing, trying their hardest not to get airsick to avoid ridicule, filling their stomachs with each of Merlin and Belle’s smorgasbords as if they have never seen that much food in their life — Killian doesn’t let himself think about how long they may have been in Neverland, just how long it has been since their last decent meal, and he is happy to be the one to offer it to them.

"What are we going to do with them?" Mary Margaret asks Emma one night as she sits with her on the deck, picking at the half-eaten sandwich on the plate in her lap.

"With who?"

She points to the boys, throwing small rocks and food scraps off the deck of the ship and laughing as they disappear into the clouds below them.

"I guess we're going to—" she starts, but then realizes that she has no idea how to finish the sentence and leans closer to her friend. "What are we going to do with them?"

It's a thought that never even crossed her mind. She's been so worried about returning to the life she had, possibly even learning to include Killian in the chaos of running the hospital, that she never stopped to think about the people whose lives have been upended because of their trip. Who knows how long the boys have been stuck on Neverland, how long it has been since they were taken from their families — if they ever had them in the first place. Emma remembers the long nights on the streets of the Gale when she wished she were anywhere else,praying to whichever of the gods was listening to give her a place to belong. That's what Pan did for these boys in his own wretched way, she realizes.

“Who knows how long they were stuck on that island. I doubt many of them have thought about what they would do if they ever returned.”

But Emma shakes her head, remembering the nights she stared up at the stars and wondered what her life could be like if she were in any other situation. “I can assure you that some of them have thought about it.” She doesn’t mean for her voice to be that soft, to make the hurt so apparent in her words. She tries not to play the orphan card, especially around Mary Margaret, whose empathy is so strong Emma sometimes thinks she fully understands the heartbreak she tries her hardest to hide even though she only recently lost her father and sees her mother as often as her and David’s schedule allows.

Mary Margaret just nods, taking a bite of her sandwich. “I suppose we could start by talking to them.”

Emma can’t help but laugh, thinking of how she would have responded in their place — which, she supposes, is exactly what David did, granting her a new life in the infirmary. She wonders if any of them have discovered their powers, or if they would simply hide, dormant, for the years they spend without aging in Neverland. “We should wait until morning, though,” she comments, watching as one of the younger boys lets out a big yawn across the deck. When she turns back to Mary Margaret, she is stifling a yawn of her own. “Looks like it’s your bedtime, too,” she adds with a soft laugh.

“I’m just so tired all the time. Is this all that pregnancy is?”

“I have no firsthand experience to share, but from what I’ve heard, yeah, that’s a big part of it.”

“Someday, Emma,” Mary Margaret comments, and it’s a thought that hits her like a truck. Sure, she’s spent years in the maternity hospital, helping other women bring babies into this world, but having one of her own was never a thought that crossed her mind. Is that what she wants? Could she even bring a child into a world so full of violence and terror and the exact things they’ve been battling for the last few weeks, not to mention the War that has affected every facet of the world for longer than anyone can remember.

It’s at least not a thought that she needs to focus on right now.

“Hey, love,” Killian says, thankfully pulling her out of the depths of her own mind as he approaches them from across the deck. “We’re going to begin the descent back to the water soon. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Thanks, Killian,” she replies, offering him a soft smile, which he answers with a soft kiss to her cheek.

“I’m going to bed, then,” Mary Margaret says, one hand on her stomach as she reaches out to squeeze Emma’s hand with the other, then moves across the deck to the stairs.

“I can’t wait to be on the water again,” Killian says after a moment of silence, leaning back against the railing, and she steps into his arms.

“Why is that?”

“There’s just something calming about it, something that’s not there in the sky or even on the land. The moment the hull hits the water, I just feel… peace.” She hums, resting her forehead against his shoulder. “It’s not just the ocean, either, though. Graham always laughed at me when I would go stand in the rain, or sometimes stay in the shower for longer than I meant to.”

Emma leans back to look up at him, gears turning in her head. Rain. Showers. The ocean. The way his body reacted to the pool on Dead Man’s Peak. Water. “Killian,” she whispers, then cups her hand between them, creating a small pool of water in her palm. “Can you… move this?”

He looks first at her, then at her hands, his dark brows furrowed low on his forehead. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, love.”

“Was your mother one of the merfolk?”

This makes his eyebrows jump towards his hairline, bright eyes wide. “Pardon?”

“Your mother,” she repeats. “I know she passed when you were young, but what do you know about her? Was she a mermaid?”

“No. No, that’s… that’s crazy,” he whispers, staring down at the water in her palm, slowly dripping through her fingers onto the deck between his worn boots.

“Can you just try? For me?” Remembering how her magic reacted to his touch, she reaches her free hand out and rests it on his hip.

He nods, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “What do I need to do?”

“Think about what you want it to do. Close your eyes. Feel it.”

“What do I want it to do?”

With a soft chuckle, she turns her eyes up to his, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter. Just… anything.”

He nods, but stays silent, holding up his hand in the space between them as he squeezes his eyes shut. Somehow, Emma can feel what he’s thinking, imagines the small sphere of water rising above her hand before it happens — but then it’s there, right before her eyes, hovering above her palm.

"Bloody hell," he mumbles, his eyes darting to meet hers for a moment instead of staring at the sphere. "And you're… this isn't you?"

"No," she whispers, picturing it falling back to her hand just to make sure — but it stays there, hovering a few inches above her palm.

“Of the merfolk,” he whispers, the sphere splashing back down into Emma’s hands. “I never even imagined.”

“I’ve known for a very long time,” Merlin quips from behind them, his eyes closed but obviously paying attention to them.

“For real? And you never thought to tell me?”

He shrugs. “It was not my secret to share.”

“Why did I not learn about it sooner?”

Emma gasps, pulling Killian’s gaze back to her, and Merlin laughs, finally opening his eyes. “So you figured it out, then?”

“The Prophecy,” she whispers, barely believing the words as she says them. “Their strengths will finally be revealed. That’s the line, right?”

Merlin nods.

“Not just my strength, but both of ours. He needed… me. Us.”

It’s another piece of the puzzle that fits a little too well, that makes it hard to deny that they are the ones from the prophecy, brought together by destiny. A chill runs down her spine as Killian’s jaw drops, realizing exactly what her words meant.

“Bloody hell,” he mumbles. “I need… sorry, love,” he mumbles, backing away from her to go and stand by himself, looking out over the moonlit water as the ship makes its descent.

Emma’s heart drops and she crosses her arms, leaning back until her hips hit the railing behind her. Is it too much for him, now? The man that confessed his love for her in a cave, who has believed in their connection since the first he heard of it? She understands needing space — she would be a hypocrite if she claimed she didn’t — but she still feels a heaviness in her chest, and icy pain in her heart as she thinks of the worst-case scenario: Killian turning away from her just as she realizes she is ready to be with him. When she feels her lip quiver, she pulls it up between her teeth, turning her back to where Killian is standing and taking a few steps away from him. Part of her wants to disappear belowdecks, curl up in her hammock and hide from her feelings, as alone as she has ever been. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tries to take herself somewhere else: counting the supplies in the basement of her hospital, walking along the well-known trails by her house — the very house that she dreamt of sharing with Killian not too long ago. She shakes that thought away and tries again, this time in the palace gardens where she learned most of what she knows about plants, about healing. Then she’s in the hallway, aiding David in a meeting with his advisors, focusing on the echoing of her boots on the stone floors and not the fears running through her mind.

Across the deck, Killian turns to look at her, trying to organize the thoughts jumbled in his brain. A merfolk. He has learned so much over the last few weeks, about the world, his friends, his enemies — himself, more than anything else. He has tasted death and felt true grief, witnessed unexplainable things, traveled to places he has spent more than a decade trying to forget. Every step was harder than the previous, pushing himself harder and farther than he thought he was capable — and for every step, she has been there, healing him inside and out, stitching together his wounds and piecing together the remains of his broken heart. Why is this so difficult for him to grasp, given all of the other impossible things he has witnessed since Emma Swan entered his life? Water has always calmed him, healed him, given him a sanctuary in times when he had no others, the same way Emma became his sanctuary.

He loves her, he realizes, not for the first time, though the thought still threatens to knock him off his feet. He loves her in ways he never knew were possible, more than he ever imagined being able to love someone, loves her in a way that fills the deepest parts of him, dark spaces that hold his regrets and his fears and the few things he has allowed himself to dream about. And there is nothing, no feeling that can compare to the warmth that washes over him when she holds his hand, when she smiles at him. His mind separated the two, his powers and his love for Emma, but he realizes now, in this moment, turning away from the water to find her, that they are not two separate things. His powers only exist because of his love for her, and though the time they have spent together is only the first drop in the ocean of the rest of their lives, he wants to look back on his life overwhelmed by the memories they create together, better because of the other.

Then, he notices the pain on her face, her eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip pulled between her teeth, and her arms wrapped around her knees as she sits alone by the railing — alone, exactly where he left her. He crosses quickly, his footsteps hard against the wooden planks, and kneels in front of her, carefully reaching out to brush his fingers against her hand.

“Emma?” he whispers, but it is not loud enough to break through the wall that has formed around her, protecting her from whatever kind of hurt she feared he was leaving her with. Leaving her, he realizes. That’s what she fears, more than anything else. Is that what she thinks he is doing? “Emma, love, I’m sorry.” This time, his voice is a bit louder, his fingers a bit firmer on her hand, and her eyes open, a runaway tear falling down her cheek.

“What?” She raises her hand to wipe her cheek, but Killian beats her to it.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, covering her hand with his once more. “I shouldn’t have — walking away from you like that, it was unfair. I don’t want you to think…” he clears his throat, trying his best to smile at her through his stuttering before starting again. “I’m here, love. With you. That’s not going to change.”

“Promise?” she whispers, unable to control the quivering of her lip, and he learns more about her with that single word than the rest of their journey. The both have dark pasts, Emma’s even more than his own, and the traumas that they have endured have left pieces of them broken, pieces that may never be fixed, but pieces that perhaps can be soothed, especially when the darkness rears its head.

None of the words that come to mind are good enough. He nods. Laughs, thankfully answered with a smile of her own. And then leans into her, holding himself up against the railing to keep from crashing into her as he finds her lips with his own. It’s the best promise he can give her, and when she reaches up and slides her fingers through his hair, her other hand tightening around the collar of his jacket, he can’t help but laugh against her lips, mumbling the words that have been waiting on the tip of his tongue for the right moment.

“I love you, Emma,” he says, and she resituates them so they are laying beside each other on the deck, pulling herself into him in ways his previous wounds never would have allowed.

“I love you,” she repeats with a giggle of her own, her lips finding his again as the ship touches down on the water, lurching against the surface.

They’re back. The real world — Nephylisis, the Gale, the War. The Wasteland. But they have each other.

Anything is possible.

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A Chapter A Day... Savage Heart CS AU

Well, this is it the last of the month and a chapter a day. Today I give you the final two chapters. Yes, I know I don’t know how to count. :) Sorry.

I wanna thank @ilovemesomekillianjones my beta for the story. She is amazing! The sweetest person and i was lucky she agreed to help me with this story.

The lovely cover was made by the awesome @xhookswenchx one of the first to give love to this story.

Thank you all for reading.

A love story between a pirate and his savior. An innocent, beautiful, selfless woman meets a man with no manners, no formal education and not even a last name. Will Emma fall in love with Killian once she discovers that beneath his tough exterior lies a heart-wild, but a heart of gold? This is a Captain Swan AU

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Chapter 29: Truths Told

To say Killian is surprised to see his long lost brother at his doorstep is putting it mildly. He cannot stop the happiness he feels seeing Liam, he opens the door wide with a big smile - a clear invitation to enter.

Killian introduces Liam to Emma and their friend Tink. Liam smiles sweetly as he makes his own introductions. First, Elsa his love. Emma and Elsa share a moment of recognition. Emma's father had written about Elsa to Emma and vice versa. Then he moves on to Ingrid, Elsa's aunt and finally his former captain, Dakkar Nemo.

As the night's goes on, Liam and Killian share a moment away from the group.

"Brother, I'm happy you found a special lass like Emma. You made the right choice leaving the scoundrel behind." Liam pats Killian on the back.

Killian smiles, "Who says I've left the scoundrel behind?" and waggles his eyebrows. "My wife is quite fond of that side of me."

Liam shakes his head in disapproval. "That's no way to speak of your wife."

Killian rolls his eyes. "Brother, I'm sorry I offended your sensibilities. Sometimes the pirate is hard to be rid of. My Emma, she knows this and still loves me. I'm so happy you've come, how long are you staying?"

Liam ponders the question. "I have to first find accommodations for all of us."

Killian smiles, "We have more than enough room, I'm sure Emma wouldn't object-"

"I'm sorry, brother, but I'd rather not intrude on recently reunited newlyweds. I'm sure we can find lodging somewhere," Liam interjects.

"How about with my parents?" Emma suggests. "They have room and my mother would love the company. I'm sure my father would offer as well."

Emma and Killian escort the group to the Nolan's home once the evening has come to an end. David and Snow warmly welcome the group as the introductions are made. Snow is already planning a big dinner for the following night, to properly welcome their visitors.

The next morning at the Jones home, Emma wakes up first, she turns to face her husband. He's still in a peaceful slumber, she had missed him so much. She slowly pushes the hair on his forehead out of the way, and gently leans over to softly kiss him. She rests her head on his shoulder.

After a few minutes, he begins to stir. "Good morning, love."

"Good morning, Killian. Any plans today?"

"I was going to meet my brother at Archie's. I want to show him that the second chance he gave me was put to good use. I found myself a beautiful bride," he plays with her soft blonde hair, "and the business is one of honor. How about you?"

"I have some errands to do," she feels him stiffen at her words - the same words she'd spoken before she was taken - and rushes to reassure him, "don't worry, I'm taking Tink with me. Later in the afternoon we will go visit my mom and get to know Elsa and Ingrid." She also wants to look for Rufio, and Tink knows the boys well, but that has to stay a secret from her husband for now.

He nods his agreement. "I should get one of the men in my crew to keep you and Tink safe. It would have to be someone I trust."

"I think Tink and I will be okay. We can talk about this later."

Killian knows his wife is a force of nature and Tink will not go down easily, so for now he won't push her.

Cora waits in her room for the return of her daughter-in-law. She still hasn't decided if she should expose Milah to August, how would he survive the ridicule he would suffer if the truth comes out. Cora's smile becomes wicked as she thinks of ways to make Milah's life difficult. Perhaps the situation requires a permanent solution.

August had gone riding to clear his head. His frustration is overwhelming, all he wants is to understand Emma's attitude toward him. Her safety is what matters to him, and she is not safe with Killian.

He spots Malcolm, and walks towards him. "Mr. Peters, may I have a word?"

Malcolm had hoped to avoid August, he prefers to deal with Cora. "Of course, Mr. Booth. How can I be of assistance today?"

"First, I want to know where you've been? You disappeared for days without a word. That is very unprofessional."

"Mr. Booth, I was on an errand for your mother. I'm sorry, I thought you knew."

August sneers at the man. "You are to report to me and me alone, not my mother. If that's going to be a problem, perhaps you should look for employment elsewhere."

Malcolm tries to stay calm. He will tell Cora and hope she deals with her son. If all else fails, he will ask for a good amount of money. He knows her secrets after all.

Milah arrives at the estate with a big grin on her face. As soon as she enters the house, she is greeted with Enith's face.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Booth would like a word. She's in her room and she is not in a waiting mood."

Milah rolls her eyes. "I don't have to run to her side. I'll go talk to her whenever I feel like it." Milah turns around and starts to walk to her room, leaving Enith with her mouth open.

Enith storms to Cora's room. She knocks and soon is rewarded with an invitation to come in.

"Ma'am, Ms. Milah arrived home and I informed her you had requested her presence but she said she would come talk to you whenever she feels like it."

Cora smirks, "Oh, did she say that?"

Enith simply nods.

"Alright, I'll wait for her to come to me when she is ready, but this humiliation will be added to her tally of misdeeds," Cora promises as she sits on her chaise.

Enith curtsies and leaves.

Moments later, a sudden pounding on her door startles Cora. "Come in."

Malcolm enters with a scowl. "Your son just informed me I no longer report to you. He wants me to report to him and he was upset I left with no explanation. I tried to explain that I was on an errand for you, but he didn't seem to care."

Cora has to admit she is proud of her son for finally showing some backbone. Too bad he doesn't show it with his wife. "I'll talk to him, but you must do something for me."

Malcolm sighs in frustration, before asking, "What do you want me to do?"

Cora's back straightens. "You seem close to my daughter-in-law."

"I don't know what you mean, we are simply cordial."

She studies him for a second. "Good to know, that ensures the task I'm about to give you is done without hesitation."

That catches Malcolm's attention. "What is it you want me to do?"

"I would be very happy and generously inclined if an accident were to befall Milah, but unlike her cousin, I wouldn't object if she didn't survive."

"Cora, I don't know if I can do that. I've done some questionable things but never anything as such."

Cora's brow raises. "Oh Malcolm, don't tell me you've fallen for her charms."

He ignores her. "What did she do to incur your wrath? I know you are not particularly fond of her but to kill your son's wife?"

"My son's wife is a common, lying whore. She bewitched my son and made a fool of him. She let us believe she was entering the marriage pure but she had fallen into bed with someone already. Who knows how many men have been in her bed."

"Why not a simple divorce or an annulment. I'm sure you know someone that can do it for you."

"My son has no idea who he married. This way he can mourn her and find someone else. Too bad Emma married the pirate. She was the perfect fit for my son."

"You mean the eldest Booth, your son's brother."

Cora glares at him. "You keep your mouth shut, we don't need someone overhearing us. Especially now that I have the letter back in my possession."

Malcolm nods.

"So will you do it?" Cora asks. "Or don't you have the stomach for it?"

"I'll do it, but it will cost you."

Cora smiles, "It will be worth it."

"Do you have something in mind?"

"No, I don't, maybe while horse riding. I'm sure you can figure something out."

"All right." He nods in agreement and leaves.

Milah is in her room relaxing, nothing could sour her mood, not even her witch of a mother-in-law. She knows she will need to go see what she wants before she is summoned again. Putting it off longer than she has is not an option. Milah checks her reflection in the mirror and finally leaves to go have a talk with Cora.

She arrives at Cora's closed door and knocks.

"Come in," the older woman says.

"You wanted to see me?" Milah asks as she enters the room, leaving the door ajar and promptly sitting down.

"Milah, darling. I just wanted to tell you that things are going to change around here. Your insolence will no longer be tolerated, and you will behave the way you're told to." Cora smiles as she thinks to herself, at least for as long as you have left.

"August has no problem with the way I behave and once I tell him how you are speaking to me, he will tell you so."

Cora laughs, "Oh dear girl, I know your secret." She makes a show of pulling the vial out of a small box. "I know what kind of woman you are. You were never deserving of my son and this proves it."

Milah looks at the vial and the recognition is clear on her face - but still she tries to deny it. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Under normal circumstances, I would reveal the truth to my son, but, for whatever reason, he loves you. All I can do is make sure you are the wife he deserves."

Milah glares at her mother-in-law. "I'm not Emma, I will not fold to your demands. If you have a problem with that, I have no problem telling August the truth myself."

"You will do as you're told and that is final!" Cora seethes.

August stops just outside of his mother's door when he hears his mother and wife arguing. He tries to piece together the bits of the conversation he is hearing.

"You know what, you are right! That vial is mine. I had a lover before I married your ponce of a son. I'm just so tired of having to deal with you. You are right, your beloved son deserved my nitwit cousin."

"I knew you were not in my son's league. How in the world it is possible for you and Emma to come from the same gene pool is beyond me. You disgust me."

August finally walks in shaking his head in disbelief. "No,no,no,no! Tell me this is not true," he pleads as he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around Milah's midsection. His tears flowing, he sniffles, his voice muffled by her dress. "Milah, sweetheart tell me it's a lie. You love me and only me."

Milah tries to push him away with disgust. "For the first time in a very long time, I'm telling the truth, I had a lover before I ended up in your bed. I love him and only him. How could I love you, you are pathetic!" she finally pushes him away successfully.

Cora tries to approach August to comfort him, he turns to glare at her and she stops in her tracks and stills. "Who the hell is it? Hmm? Tell me who!" he screams.

Milah simply smirks and tilts her head. "Don't you know?" Her gaze burns through him as she laughs then turns to Cora. "Really, you still cannot figure it out? Well, let me spell it out for you both. Killian Jones. You both were so eager to believe that Emma was the woman rumored to have had an affair with him. I still cannot believe you two fell for that. Emma, my insipid cousin would have never fallen in bed with him."

August's eyes darken as he glares at his wife. "I'm going to kill him," he declares and then storms out.

"You stupid girl," Cora berates.

Milah taunts Cora, "You should have said goodbye to him, Killian will kill him. You and I both know that. Oh well, I suppose soon there will be two Booth widows." Milah walks out of the room and heads for her bedroom, with August out of the way she is free - all she needs is for Killian to walk away from Emma.

Cora's angered face is shaking in disbelief, no, no, no, not him. Cora glares at Milah's retreating body. When Jones had showed up, she thought it was money he wanted and she had sacrificed Emma to him in order to protect her son's inheritance. She hated to admit it, but if August was successful and Killian agreed to a duel, her son would not survive. Without thought, she grabs the letter and holds it to her heart. This will save her son. Cora calls out for Enith. She needs to get to Emma, she will help her save her son.

Emma is sitting in the living room waiting for Tink to finish getting ready when a loud banging on the door startles her. She gets up and smoothes out her skirt before walking to the door.

August stands there wearing a scowl on his face. "Where's that pirate?" He pushes his way inside.

"August, what's going on?" He looks upset and she tries to calm him.

"Did you know?" His scowl turns to anguish. "How could I have been so blind?" He slowly approaches her, to try to touch her. "You are an angel, and I threw you away for a harlot. I'm so sorry."

Emma's eyes widen the more he speaks. He knows, he found out about Milah. "August, it's okay." She avoids his touch but is unable to evade the smell of alcohol that oozes from his pores. He must have gotten drunk after finding out the truth.

"You deserve the world and that bastard took advantage of your good heart. I know you married Killian to protect me. I don't need protecting anymore, I will save you. I'm going to kill him and I will send Milah away after I divorce her. Then we can make things right. We can marry and have the life we were meant to have."

"August, I'm sorry you found out about my cousin's treachery, but I'm where I belong. I truly love Killian, and you have to know that he didn't know about Milah's betrayal until after he returned from Arendelle. Their affair has been over for a long time. She tricked all of us."

"No, you only married him to protect me, because you love me!" he screams as he starts to pace the room. Suddenly he turns to face her, his anger is back. "If what you say is true and you love him, I think it's only fair for me to have you as he had my wife!" He lunges at her, grabbing her and pulling her down to the floor. His alcohol-infused breath blows on her face. She tries to push him off, attempting to grab anything to aid her. She keeps kicking and pushing his face away.

Tink had heard voices while she finished getting ready. As she arrives in the living room she sees Emma on the floor struggling with a man on top of her. Tink looks around the room and grabs the first thing she sees, a big, heavy book. She swings at the man's head.

August winces at the impact and lets go of Emma as he tries to get up while rubbing his head. He turns to the intruder and all he can see is Emma's disgusted face next to the pirate's friend. He feels his stomach churn at his actions.

Emma finds her voice, "Get out! Leave now and never show your face here again. What you just did, I will never forgive. You claim Killian is the worst human alive, but he would never do what you just tried to do."

August looks at her one last time before he leaves.

"August knows about Killian and Milah, we need to warn him," Emma urges Tink toward the door.

Tink holds on to her tight. "Emma, I can go. Stay here in case Killian comes home, and don't open the door."

After August's exit, Cora had quickly dressed. She had to hurry, everything was a blur to her. She was glad Enith had noticed her son leave, and had quickly came to her aid. She had fetched Malcolm and soon Cora was out the door.

Emma is pacing the living room. She wonders if Tink has gotten to Killian on time. She is still shaken by August's behavior. She knows that if Killian laid eyes on her, he would know something happened and she was afraid of his reaction. Not afraid for herself, but for anyone who stands in his way avenging her. He has worked so hard to become an honorable man, and although she is still upset, August's death isn't the answer. This mess is all Milah's fault.

There is a knock on the door. Emma knows that Tink told her not to answer the door for anyone, but maybe it is them? She stands quietly in front of the door and the voice she hears is unexpected.

"Emma, darling girl. Please, open the door... hurry."

Emma opens the door after recognizing Cora's voice as an urgent plea.

Cora enters the house. "Emma, I assume your husband isn't home?"

"No he is not, he is at his office."

"Has August been here?" Cora has a feeling of what the answer will be.

"Yes, he was here and he was drunk. He attacked me," Emma answers. She still has no idea what Cora knows.

"Oh dear," she gasps as she paces the room and takes a paper out of her pocket. "You have to help me. August overheard a conversation I had with your cousin." Cora sighs, is Emma aware of the history between her husband and cousin or is she about to find out? She continues, "He found out some unflattering news about Milah and your pirate."

"August told me what he found out and I tried to explain to him things were not as he claims."

"Emma, did you know?" Cora asks.

"I did."

"How long have you known?"

"I found out after Milah and August married."

"Why didn't you come to me? We could have fixed this."

"Do you honestly think August would've believed us? He would've accused me of making up lies. I had no proof, it was my word against Milah's. I also had to protect everyone. My family, my parents adore Milah, this will break their hearts. I thought it was for the best to keep quiet, but then Killian showed up at the estate." She sighs, "That is when I knew he wasn't going to let her go."

"Yet, you still married him. Why?" Cora asked.

"That doesn't matter anymore. August went looking for Killian, and although I'm afraid of what will happen, I hope my husband does everything he can to come back to me. I'd prefer without any bloodshed."

"That is why I'm here. I need your help convincing your husband to walk away. He cannot hurt August because-"

"Your son tried to force himself on me. He is out of control. I will not ask Killian to refuse the duel in order to protect August's pride."

Cora's face hardens. "Emma, it was your cousin who did this to us all, I know, but time is of the essence. We need to go find them and stop this madness. Is it truly acceptable to you, dear, if your husband kills his brother?"

"His brother?"

"I know they will not believe me, but I have proof and they will listen to you. Please, help me save my son."

Emma stares at Cora in disbelief, all this time Killian had been alone, unloved, he was denied both brothers- his family. "I want to see this proof."

Cora hands the paper over, Emma reads it quickly and shakes her head. "You kept them apart, Killian and August could have grown up together."

Cora yells, "We are running out of time, that is no longer important, we have to go before your husband kills his brother."

Emma folds the paper and walks to the door. "Let's go, I sent Tink to warn Killian but I don't know if she got there in time."

Cora and Emma rapidly climb into the carriage after a quick introduction to Malcolm Peters, the new Booth Steward.

Smee and Thomas are working quietly, while Archie and Killian give Liam and Nemo a small tour of the office. Things are busy when August arrives at the shared office of Archie and Killian. He slams the door open with all his pent up anger, the rage he feels blinds him and he fails to notice the other men in the room.

"I loved you like a brother!" August yells as he rushes Killian and punches his face. He tries to take another swing but he is pulled off by Archie. He looks at Killian who is being held back by two unknown men.

Archie stumbles as he tries to keep August away from Killian. "August, what is the meaning of this?"

"Did you know? Of course you did, you've protected him his whole life." August sneers at Archie and turns to Killian. "You thought I'd never find out? About you and that whore I have for a wife!"

Killian stops the struggle to get away from his brother Liam and the older man, Nemo. The realization and understanding of his former friend's anger dawns on him. Months back it had been him in his place, from his return to the moment he found out about Milah's betrayal.

With an insincere smile, he says, "I will not lie. I've had many a man's wife, but Milah was unattached when our dalliance took place. She was going to marry me, if anyone should be outraged it should be me."

August shakes his head in disbelief. "Is that right?"

"August, your father wouldn't want you to fight with Killian. Remember his last words," Archie implored.

"You want me to honor my father's wishes? This man, I thought was my friend. He sullied my wife and if that wasn't enough, he seduced Emma into marrying him. I'm here defending their honor! I demand a duel to make things right."

Archie looks at Killian as the pieces fall into place. It was Milah, the woman Killian was to marry, but somehow he found love with Emma.

Liam finds his voice, "I will be his second."

August turns to Liam, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm his brother," Liam answers.

August scoffs, "Brother? Well, your brother dallied with my wife, and still claimed to be my friend."

Liam turns to Killian and raises an eyebrow.

Killian shakes his head. "I haven't touched his wife."

August tries to get away from Archie who tightens his grip. "That's not what she claims, she admitted the affair quite proudly."

"Brother, is this true?" Liam asks.

August yells, "It doesn't matter, I demand retribution."

Liam answers curtly, "And you shall have it."

Killian turns to Liam, hurt at the doubt in his character.

August sneers, "At least one of you has honor."

Killian interrupts, "I do not deny my past with women is colorful, but I haven't laid a hand on Milah since she married you."

Realization dawns on August. "The rumor was true... but we were wrong about the identity of the woman, it was her, it was always Milah. Whether she was promised to you or not changes nothing. Once you're dead. I will be able to marry Emma and make things right."

Killian roars, "You will stay away from my wife."

August enjoys the anger he sees on his former friend's face. "You will die knowing I will make her mine. Just like you enjoyed my wife's companionship, I will enjoy Emma's. Meet me at Deadman's Peak in an hour. Make sure your affairs are in order." He storms out, followed by Archie who only nods at Killian.

Killian knows he has some explaining to do. Bloody hell, once Emma's parents find out, they will beg her to dissolve the marriage. He runs his hand through his hair. There's no time to think of that. Perhaps he can ask his brother to take care of Emma if he doesn't survive.

Liam claps Killian's back, "Was this Milah the woman you were to marry when we first met?"

Killian admits his truth, "Aye, when I returned she was already married. I will not lie to you brother, I still wanted her and at the time, I would have taken her, but then I met Emma and from the start I felt a pull to her. Slowly she filled my dark heart with her light."

Liam nods, "Good, her father is a close friend and she is a lovely lass. Let's get ready for this. Do you have a weapon?"

"Aye," Killian responds as he goes to his desk and pulls a revolver from the top locked drawer.

"This is obviously not going to be a proper duel. Anything else you need to do before we leave?"

"I can't face Emma. If I do, I know I will not be able to leave her. How could I? I don't doubt my ability to win the duel, but how will I face her after? All I want is to be the kind of man she deserves."

Tink had never ran that fast before in her life. She used every back alley and road she could think of to make her journey shorter, only to open the office door and simply find Mr. Smee and Mr. Thomas. She had missed them! Mr. Thomas had kindly offered her some water, while she was catching her breath, and Mr. Smee recounted the tale for her.

She is about to leave to go give Emma the bad news when the door flies open for the third time. Emma rushes inside, followed by Cora. Mr. Thomas' demeanor changes rapidly at the sight of his old boss.

Tink confusedly asks Emma, "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Killian?"

Tink answers sadly, "We missed him and yes, that jerk was here. Mr. Smee said they all left to go to the duel."

Both Cora and Emma pale at the information.

Emma turns to Mr. Smee, "Where did they go? What's the location?"

Smee looks down, "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know if I should. A duel is no place for a lady."

Emma turns to Mr. Thomas, "Michael, please, we need to know. We have to stop it and we are losing time."

Cora snaps as she looks between Smee and Mr. Thomas, "You idiots, we need to know now! If we don't stop it and my son dies, I will make it my mission in life to ruin the rest of your lives!"

Mr. Thomas turns to Emma, "Ma'am, they went to Deadman's Peak. Mr. Hopper left with Mr. Booth, and Captain Jones' brother went with him and so did Mr. Nemo."

Emma smiles gratefully at the man. "Thank you, Michael. So where's this place?"

Michael Thomas looks at Mr. Smee as to ask for permission.

"I can take you. It's hard to get to if you don't know the area," Smee reluctantly offers. "Ma'am, you have nothing to worry about. The Captain has never lost a duel," Smee tries to calm his captain's wife.

Emma gives him a small smile. "Thank you, Mr. Smee."

Deadman's Peak is an accurate name for the cliff. So many men had lost their lives here. The less honorable people simply kicked the deadman's body down the cliff into the welcoming waves of the sea. The proper duels followed protocol. Archie Hopper knew all of this, he also knew that Killian was the more experienced of the two brothers, and that once the truth was known, he would never forgive himself. His attention turns to a pacing August. "August, are you sure? Your father wouldn't want you to go through with this."

"Are you serious? That pirate-" he spits, "he deserves to die, he was never my friend."

"August, you can't be serious? I saw you two together when you were young. Your father's wish was for you two to look out for each other like brothers."

August glares at Archie. "Why are you here? It's obvious you care for him as if he was your son and yet you're here with me?"

"Killian has his brother Liam and Captain Nemo. You're alone, and although I don't agree with your desire for a duel, I feel like I owe it to your father. He was my best friend."

August turns to look at the small trail that leads to the peak. "Thank you," he whispers.

"August, are you sure you want this to be to the death?"

August sighs, "He deserves to die."

Archie's head falls in his failure to persuade a different outcome as a reluctant Killian arrives followed by Liam and Nemo.

Emma and Cora hear a single shot as they are closing in on Deadman's Peak. Emma picks up her pace as she tries to run up the cliff. She almost trips a few times in her haste to reach the top.

Emma arrives as Killian is about to take his shot.

"Killian!" she cries out as she hurries to reach his side.

All the men turn to her.

"Killian, you can't do this. Please, both of you have to stop!"

Killian's right arm was scratched by the bullet. Emma sobs with relief as she finally reaches him. She gently touches his face, blocking him from August's view. She slowly turns to face August and takes out the paper. "This," she waves the paper in the air, "is the reason why you two cannot do this. You are brothers, both sons of Brennan Booth, and this is proof."

August shakes his head. "No, you are lying! He is not my brother."

Emma slowly walks up to him. "This says otherwise. Look at it!"

August reaches for the paper, as a frozen Killian looks on.

August reads the paper and he recognizes his father's signature.

"This is a lie, lies to save him," he points at Killian, "this is not over!" He throws the paper on the ground and rushes past the group.

Killian and Emma hold onto each other as they make the trek down the cliff.

Liam, Captain Nemo, and Archie are behind them.

Cora had raced after August as fast as she could, but her son had ignored her pleas to listen to her.

Cora gets on the carriage with the help of Malcolm and heads to the Booth Estate hoping to find her son there.

Killian, Emma, Liam, Captain Nemo, Archie, and Smee head to the Jones home.

Emma's head rests on Killian's left shoulder.

August walks into the tavern and heads to the back. He waves at the barmaid and sits down. The chair next to him slides noisily on the ground. August turns to glare at the intruder.

"Mr. Booth, fancy seeing you in a place like this," Nottingham says as he sits down.

August smirks, "We have an enemy in common Sheriff. How do you feel about working together?"

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dukereviewsxtra · 5 years ago

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Hook

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Are Continuing Our Look At The Movies Of Disney...

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And Last Time On Duke Reviews Xtra, I Looked At Return To Neverland, So, Since There's No Remake Of Peter Pan, I've Decided To Look At Hook...

This Film Sees A Successful But Unimaginative Lawyer Named Peter Banning (Played By Robin Williams) Discovering That Years Ago, He Was Peter Pan, The Boy Who Promised To Never Grow Up...

So, Now With The Help Of Tinker Bell (Played By Julia Roberts) He Must Return To Neverland To Remember His Childhood So He Can Save His Children From Captain Hook (Played By Dustin Hoffman)

Will Peter Succeed?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Hook...

Our Film Starts At A School Play Of Peter Pan That Peter's Daughter, Maggie Is In As She Plays Wendy...

Getting A Phone Call From His Work, Peter Is Reminded That He Has A Meeting Tomorrow At The Same Time As His Son's Baseball Game...

But Saying It's A Short Meeting He Promises To There, However, The Next Day, In An Effort To Complete His Work Before Their Flight To London (On The Same Day No Less!) Peter Misses Jack's Baseball Game

This Leads To A Strain Between Peter And His Son As The Family Flies To London To The Home Of Peter's Wife, Moira's Mother And The Kids Great Grandmother, Wendy (And Yes, It's That Wendy) Who Lives With Their Uncle Toodles, Who Throughout This Movie Says That He's Lost His Marbles...

But Despite Being In London, Peter Drawn Away By Work As He Yells At His Kids For Interrupting A Conference Call, This Causes An Argument With Moira That Causes Her To Throw Peter's Cellphone Out The Window...

Peter Gives Jack His Watch Before He Goes With Moira And Wendy To Attend A Charity Dinner In Wendy's Honor, But As The Adults Are Out At Dinner, Trouble Looms At Wendy's House...

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With Wendy Feeling A Great Disturbance In The Force, The Adults Race Home To Find The House Ransacked, With The Children Missing And Ransom Note Signed By Hook...

So, After Having A Scene With Detective Phil Collins (Yeah, Phil Collins Plays The Detective In That Scene)

Wendy Tells Peter The Truth That He Used To Be Peter Pan And Captain Hook Has Taken Maggie And Jack Back To Neverland...

Unable To Accept This, Peter Has A Drink In The Children's Room Only To Be Faced With The Arrival Of Tinker Bell...

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Who I Actually Like In This Version As I Never Truly Liked Tinker Bell In The Original Peter Pan As She Seemed Like A Jealous Bitch Who Couldn't Handle Another Woman Stepping Into Her Territory...

Taking Peter To Neverland As They Pass By A Kissing Couple On The Bridge Near Big Ben That's Actually George Lucas And Carrie Fisher...

Star Wars Fans,To Your Fan Fics!

Tink Eventually Lands Peter In The Middle Of Pirate Town, A Town Filled Entirely By Pirates That's Run By Captain Hook...

Stealing Off A Clothes Of A Pirate That Was With Jimmy Buffet (Yeah, Jimmy Buffet Is In That Fight Scene With Tinker Bell)...

Peter Goes With Smee And Other Pirates On-Board Hook's Ship To Hear Hook Talk As He Kills Glenn Close...

Yeah, That One Pirate Who Believes That Hook Couldn't Get Pan's Kids Is Glenn Close So, Yeah, We Basically Have Captain Hook Killing Cruella DeVil...

Eventually, Revealing Himself To Hook, Saying That He's Peter, Hook Is Shocked To Believe That This Man Before Him Is His One Time Nemesis To The Point That He Doesn't Believe It Despite Smee Having Proof That Peter Defiantly Is The Peter Pan They Knew...

But Despite Not Believing That Peter Is Not Pan, Hook Still Wants His War, So He Makes A Deal With Peter Saying That If He Can Fly Up And Touch His Children's Hands, He'll Let Them Go...

But Unable To, Smee Realizes That Being Pan's Forgotten Everything Which Leads Hook To Cancel His War...

But After Talking With Tinker Bell, Hook Agrees To Give Her 3 Days To Get Peter's Memory Back In Shape, So The War Can Begin...

But Accidentally Throwing Peter Overboard, He Is Saved By The Mermaids Who Take Him To Tink On The Lost Boys Island, There, She Tells The Lost Boys That Pan's Back But When They See Peter They Don't Believe He's Pan Either Especially Their New Leader, Rufio Or Should I Say...

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Played By The American Dragon...

He Was Also Zuko In Avatar: The Last Airbender, But Since I Don't Like Avatar I Don't Care And Second...

Why The Hell Isn't American Dragon: Jake Long On Disney + ?!?

But One Kid Manages To See The Peter Within Peter And Convinces The Other Lost Boys (Minus Rufio) To Help Him...

Meanwhile On Hook's Ship, Hook Contemplates Suicide As Smee Comes Up With An Idea To Turn Pan's Kids Against Him, Though The Tactic Doesn't Work With Maggie, Jack Is Swayed To Dark Side...

Training Peter For Days, The Lost Boys And Tink Have Had No Luck Restoring Pan's Memory Or Powers But One Night During Dinner Pan Gains His Imagination Back After A Fight Of Insults With Rufio...

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Talking With Thud Butt About His Mother He Gives Peter Toodles' Marbles (Yeah, He Was A Lost Boy And He Left His Marbles There) As They Listen As Peter Hears His Daughter Maggie Singing In The Distance...

The Next Morning, Peter And Some Of The Lost Boys Go Into Pirate Town To A Baseball Game That Hook Is Throwing For Jack To Steal Hook's Hook As The Lost Boys Believe That It Will Make Him Proud Enough To Crow Like Pan.,.

But He's Unable To Do It When He Sees Hook Being A Better Father Than He Was However, When He's Hit On The Head With The Baseball From The Game, His Shadow Shows Him To The Old Hideout Of The Lost Boys Where Tink Is Waiting For Him...

Hoping For The Place To Jog A Few Memories, He Does Find A Few Things Which Start Jogging His Memory, But When He Finds His Teddy Bear He Remembers Everything...

From His Mother, To The Reason He Ran Away To His First Encounter With Wendy (Played By The Queen Of All Junk And Living Proof That You Don't You Need Pixie Dust To Fly But An Iron Suit, Gwyneth Paltrow) To His First Encounter With Moira And Why He Stayed...

Finding His Happy Thought That Reason, Peter Pan Returns...

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The Next Day, Pan Flies To Hook's Boat To Fight The Captain So He Get His Kids Back...

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With Hook Defeated, Peter Has No Reason To Stay In Neverland As He Sends His Children Home With Tink, Saying Goodbye To The Lost Boys, He Places Thud Butt In Charge As He Flies Off For Home...

Landing In Kensington Gardens, Peter Bids Farewell To Tink As He Races Back To Wendy's House To Reunite With His Family. Giving Toodles His Marbles He Left In Neverland Which Contain Pixie Dust Which Toodles Uses To Fly Out The Window...

With Wendy Believing Peter's Adventures To Be Over, Peter Simply Tells Her That His Adventures Are Only Beginning As He Hugs His Family...

And That's Hook And Who Doesn't Like This Movie?

While I Don't Really Care For The Beginning Of This Movie, I Do Enjoy The Parts In Neverland, I Think The Film Had A Great Cast With Robin Williams And Dustin Hoffman Being The Best In It, The Special Effects Are Awesome The Sets Are Well Built And The Story Is Interesting For What It Is...

Either Way, I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

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Playing Neverland part 3

Playing on a Pirate Ship

Prompt: third part to Playing in the Mud. and Maybe Felix shouldn’t have left Y/n alone for a moment. the wrong people might find her.

Warning: I don’t think so... Oh plot twist.

Felix stopped in the jungle and stared at something. “Why--” “like I said. Don’t flatter yourself. I need you alive.” He said over you. “No, why have you stopped?” You whispered. Felix set you down and you turned to see the lost boys that stole your things. They were playing and dancing around with them. “Are you kidding?” You asked. “Stay here.” Felix said. “What are you going to do?” You asked him. “Ce que je dois faire” Felix said and you stared. “The heck does that mean?” You asked. He only walked away from you. You sighed and sat down, keeping the cape close to you, coving you up. You heard a sound behind you and thought it was an animal. But an animal wouldn’t get closer and put a hand around your mouth. You felt an arm around your waist and there had to be another person there, cause there was a sword aggiest your throat.

“Scream little lost boy.” Someone said in your ear. Bringing your head back, the man holding you let go and you pushed the sword’s man hand away from you. “Aww the lost girl.” One said. “Change of plans.” the smaller one said. Smee. someone was blown into your face and you blinked a few times. “Take her, the Captain would love to see her.” Smee said. You feel to the ground and closed your eyes.

You woke up and looked around. You felt the soft rocking of the sea and knew you were on the pirate ship. The Jolly Roger. Super. You looked down and saw the cape was still on you. You sighed and pulled it closer. “Oh luv, sitting in the jungle wearing nothing isn’t the smartest. The boys might get the wrong idea.” You turned and there he stood. “Hook.” You said and he walked closer to you. “Aya luv?” He asked. “Send me back, right now.” you said to him. “Not this time luv.” he said and you sighed. “This game isn’t fun anymore. Just--” “Sorry luv. I can’t. Not after what I found out about you.” He said and you stared. “Please.” you said and shook his head. His hand came through the bars and you stared down. He was giving something to wear. “Really?” You asked. “Aya, luv.” He said.

Hook started to walk away from you and you grabbed the bars. “They’ll come for me.” You yelled at him. “No luv, no one's coming for you.” he said. “And why is that?’ You asked. He looked over his shoulder and stared at you. “Cause we’re in the enchanted forest.” He said, before walking away from you. You started to shaking the bars as he walked up the stairs. “You're a liar. You liar. You are a liar.” You said very loudly. He was gone and you heard the door close. You stared at the things Hook have you and put them on. I tank top black, pants black, boots black, undergarments… scarlet red. Not having much of a choice you put them on and wrapped the cape back around you. You sat in the farthest corner and leaned back. “I believe.” You whispered.

Nothing happened.

It’s been some time, you had no idea how long, but you were getting tired of being in the cage. No one was coming. You had to save yourself. You had to get out of here and get back to your family. Your brother. You looked around for anything to use. That’s when your hand touched something under the bed. Pulling it out and staring at it. It would be good enough to use. You brought your hands behind your back and watched as the cage door opened. A parite stood there. You quickly cut your palm with the sharp piece of metal. You held your hand out to him and he walked closer. You shoved your bloody hand in his face and closed the cage door, locking him in.

You quickly ran up and up the stairs and met with another pirate. He was smaller and more your height. He was going to yell, but you grabbed him and put the piece of metal against his neck. “Drop it.” You told him. I heard him drop his sword and I pushed him up the stairs. “Keep moving.” You told him, pushing him up the stairs. The both of you stopped on deck and you looked around. “Killian Jones!” You yelled and everyone on deck stopped moving. “Killian Jones! If you don’t get out here, I’ll kill him!” You yelled. “Doing that would get you killed.” The pirate you had a hold of said. “Poppycock. He would have done that already.” You said.

Hook came out and he stared at you. You pulled the pirate against your body and held the sharp metal closer to this pirates neck. “He doesn't have to die. All you have to do is to send me home.” You said to Hook. “I can’t do that Luv.” Hook said. “You will do as I say. Or I’ll every single one of you, starting with him.” You said. “You’re Pan’s prisoner. I reused you Luv.” Hook said. You stared up as he stared down at you. “You didn’t do anything of the sort.” You spat. “Now, you are going to take me home, or people, your people will start to die.” You said to him. “Y/n-” “Don’t Y/n me, Killian Jones. I’m not some little kid you can push around. Or some one night stand you can charm. I’m Y/n L/n the first and only lost girl of Neverland and you will take me home.” You said loudly.

“Oh Luv, you don’t know.?” Hook asked. You stared at him and he smirked at you. “There’s already another girl in your place.” Hook said. “You lie.” You spat at him. “No Luv, there is another. Wendy Darling is her name.” Hook said. “Take me home right now!” You shouted. “No Luv.” Hook said. You head tilted and stared at Hook. “Alright then.” You said. You started to move your hand and Hook raised his. “Do this and I’ll never see your family again.” Hook said. “ Oh I believe that. You kidnap me. Took me to a different land. And now you tell me not to hurt someone. If you cared for him, you’ll let me go home.” You said to him.

“Alright.” Hook said. “Alright?” You asked. “Let him go and you can go home.” Hook said. “Prove to me I have your word. Prove to me that once I let him go, no one will try to kill me. Take me back. Swear to me. Swear to me on the Jolly Roger.” You said to him. “I swear on--Meila that no one will kill you.” Hook said. You knew who Meila was and you let this boy go. You heard a sound behind you and you turned to see the shadow. Quickly taking it’s hand as it held on to your hand tightly. You felt someone grab you and you turned to see the boy. “Let go.” Hook yelled at him. You kicked him, but he wouldn’t let you go. “Let go!” Hook yelled again, running up to him. He wouldn’t and the shadow was getting angry. The shadow took the sharp metal and stabbed the boy in the shoulder. You kicked him off and the shadow took off.

You landed on the island and stood on the shores. You started to walk back to camp, before you heard a sound next to you. You turned to see blonde mop. “Felix?” You said and he turned to you. “Y/n.” He asked. Walking closer and you took off his cape. He stopped and stared at you. He grabbed your face and turned to see your one cheek. “What happened?” He asked. “Hook. He took me. He took me off the island. I just got back.” You told him. Felix looked you over. You looked down and stared. There was blood on your hand. “It’s a pirate's. Hook gave me his word, but this boy wouldn't let me. The shadow stabbed him.” You told Felix. “We have to get back.” Felix said and you nodded at him.

Walking into camp, everyone looked at you. Pan was sitting sharpening a stick. “Y/n, did you have fun playing with pirates?” He asked. “Not really Pan.” You said. “I send the shadow after you. And Felix to get you. You’re welcome Y/n.” Pan said and you slowly focused a smile at him. “Thank you Pan.” You said and he smiled at you. “That’s better.” He said. “Oh, Y/n there is someone I want you met.” Pan said and you stared. A girl stood there and you stared. “This is Wendy. Wendy Darling. She’s going to sharing your tent with you.” Pan said and you nodded.

Pan walked away and Wendy stood there. “Hi.” You said to her. “Hello.” She said back. “Welcome to Neverland.” You said to her. “Thanks.” She said. “Mind telling me where the tent is?” She asked. “Uh, ya. Sure.” You said and turned to walk to your tent. You pushed the tent open and saw Rufio standing there. “Y/n.” He said before hugging you. “Hey Rufio. Sorry it took me so long.” You said. “Who’s this?” Wendy asked. “Oh, Rufio this is Wendy. Wendy this is my brother Rufio.” You said, smiling.

#felix #felix imagines #felix ouat #ouat felix #felix x reader #ouat #ouat peter pan #ouat neverland #ouat hook #killian jones #playing in mud #playing neverland

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shortpirateking · 6 years ago

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Kiss the Girl (Felix x reader) Part 3

AN: Hey guys!!! Guess who finally got motivation to start this series once more!! I’m so sorry for the almost year in wait, but like and many other things kept me out of the fandom. Thankfully I’m back into it so I hope you enjoy the next chapter :D) It took many days, it seemed. Far too many for Rufio, but he could not let his mission go. He asked every single boy he could, from the shy and quiet onces like Alexander and James, to the louder ones like Xavier and Mateo, to even Thompson, THOMPSON, the resident phychopath! Each idea had merits, and each one he thought out and planned. Some were simple, like locking them into one of the boy’s treehouses until they admitted their feelings, to more ourlandish ones like tying them together, putting them in one of the cages, and threatening them to admit it. Note to self, never ask Thompson about relationship advice ever again. Rufio furrowed his brows, lost in thought as the familiar face of Y/n leaned close to his. “Hellooo, earth to Rufio!” they called, waving in front of his face, causing him to jump and glance to them. “what?” “you’ve been staring at the ground for hours now” They replied, tilting their head in confusion. “What’s wrong??” “everything” He admitted, holding his head in his hands. “Mio dio, Y/n, how can i help get someone to admit their feelings when they are so stubborn?” Silence fell them, and Rufio realized who he spoke to, and he tensed, fearing she would find out. His fear, was in vain though, as a thoughtful look crossed their features. “Well...If I was...I’d try to get them on a romantic date... like a boat ride.” “A boat ride?” “Yes, maybe around sunset to add to the mood. Flowers would be nice, though depending on who it is it might not be well taken.” they chuckled, smiling. Hope soon spread over Rufio’s face, and he soon bounced up and hugged them tightly. “You are a genius Y/n! I mean that!” He cried, almost spinning them around in their excitement, before rushing off, leaving poor Y/N in the dust. “Thank you!” Confusion remained on their face, they softly gave a you’re welcome, a strange foreboding welling within them.

#OUAT #ouat neverland #ouat felix #ouat felix x reader #felix x reader #Reader-insert #reader insert #OUAT reader insert #Lost boys #Rufio

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nikfix · 7 years ago

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Cranking Up the Gain with Neverdie’s Tani Cariño and Bren Pasamba

(Photo source: http://www.redhorsebeer.com/index.php/blogs/article/5-local-releases-to-watch-out-for)

NEVERDIE might be over, but hopefully, posting my gear feature about them isn’t too late. I’ve seen these guys around, and I’m really impressed with what they‘ve done as a unit. They brought the house down the moment they played the first set in their second to the last April 14 at Saguijo, Makati. They played their last gig the week after at Mow’s, Matalino, Quezon City. The energy and power these guys shared onstage is something I strive to have with the gigs I play. In this gig, I made some new friends with guitarists Tani Cariño and Bren Pasamba.

(This interview was done last month, the week after Garage Morning’s gig with them)

Fun Fact: their bassist Lip Dalangin is my trusted luthier, as well as with my band Garage Morning.

How did you start making music and playing guitar?

Tani: I started in the late 90’s after my older brother taught me how to play “Basket Case” by Green Day. I guess after that it’s never been the same.

Bren: Originally I wanted to play the drums, but a kit was too expensive and our house at the time wasn't big enough to have space for one... or handle the noise. So as a compromise my mom borrowed an old classical guitar for me instead. But my first real guitar was a Rockstar classical guitar where I learned and played Eraserheads songs.

How did your band start out?

Tani: Neverdie started out as a skate crew. After accumulating enough guys in the crew we decided to form a band. I guess after the last show, we’ll go back to being a skate crew.

Bren: I wasn't supposed to be part of Neverdie initially, just a seessionist. But since my schedule was more flexible, I got in haha.

Who are your main influences? And how did they inspire you to play better?

Tani: I’m a huge Blink guy so my first primary influence would be Tom DeLonge and Mark Hoppus. I also took a bunch of ideas from Rufio, Mock Orange and Moneen. More recently, I’ve been influenced by bands like Title Fight, Transit, You Blew It! and The Menzingers.

All these bands are quite melodic in the midst of grit which is what I lean more into. I love the melodic stuff and I always try to listen to new bands so I can get new ideas from them. My foundation for riffs are the Tom DeLonge influenced ones then I just expand from there.

Bren: As a kid my main influences were Ely Buendia and Tom DeLonge haha. But as I grew older and started discovering more music (thanks to Myspace and Limewire) it introduced me to those who influence my music and playing now. From the top of my head: Taking Back Sunday's John Nolan, Brand New's Jesse Lacey, George Harrison, Nothing's Brandon Setta, Title Fight's Jamie Rhoden, Mong and Diego from andwich, Steve and Pakoy from Typecast, David Gilmour, and Kevin Shields, the guys from You Blew It!, The Flatliners, Joyce Manor, and lastly Beast Jesus' Francis Maria and Raphael Pulgar are my inspirations to play although I'm aware it doesn't show in my playing haha. Listening to the songs they've made just inspire me to play in general, nothing in the terms of technique or technicality, pero their playing gets me in the mood to play.

Tell us more about your music.

Tani: Aside from Neverdie, I also play in Irrevocable and Lindenwood. Unfortunately, both Neverdie and Lindenwood are currently calling it a day for different reasons. I personally felt that us in Neverdie just overstayed our welcome. We decided to just finish the band off and start a new band with a slightly different sound. It’ll be our last show / 2nd full length release on April 21 at Mow’s.

As for Lindenwood, our vocalist just decided he wanted to try different things outside of music. Maybe at some point we’ll be back but at the moment it’ll be good for us to take a break. We put out a full length last year.

I’m currently active in Irrevocable which is a band my girlfriend is also in. Featuring members of Nyctinasty (now 3/3), Behind Bears, Beast Jesus, Past Forward, The Oemons, Browse in Bridge and Disquiet Apartment. We have a Singapore show and an album release coming up. We’re planning more fly shows after that so I hope we pull through!

Bren: Neverdie has and always has been a pop punk band though we are and have been influenced by math rock, emo, post-hardcore, hardcore, etc. So whatever happens after, it will be in the same spectrum. As for my future plans, hopefully I get a job soon after my masters because I've been eyeing so many guitars and pedals online haha. GAS is too strong.

Tell us about your guitars. Which is your favorite one and why?

Tani: I’ve been a Tele player for the longest time but I’ve recently started using Rickenbackers for many reasons. I like how not a lot of people use them and they sound different. I do have to work harder to make them sound amazing but it’s always a great pay off. They’re durable as well because of the all maple build. Here’s my current lineup of guitars:

1) 2000 Rickenbacker Fireglo 330 – My first Rick. I was actually supposed to trade a bunch of guitars for a 60’s American Vintage Tele but when I saw this in the room of the guy I was trading with, I asked him I could grab this instead and he agreed. Rickenbacker stopped using Bubinga for their fretboards so I’m stoked I was able to grab one. I also got lucky with this one because it has the Toaster pickups.

2) 2014 Rickenbacker Blue Boy 330 – If you ask me, it looks more like a Seafoam Green 330. This one has the High Gain pickups and the newer Caribbean Rosewood fretboard. I like Bubinga but I actually prefer the color and feel of the Caribbean Rosewood more plus it’s sustainable.3) 2007 Rickenbacker Blue Burst 360 – I actually had to ask around for this guitar because I saw the dude from Oh Flamingo! use it. He borrowed it from a friend and I sent that dude a message. This one has the High Gain pickups and Bubinga fretboard. To me, if my 330s feels like a Gibson 335 then this one feels more like a Les Paul.

3) 2007 Rickenbacker Blue Burst 360 – I actually had to ask around for this guitar because I saw the dude from Oh Flamingo! use it. He borrowed it from a friend and I sent that dude a message. This one has the High Gain pickups and Bubinga fretboard. To me, if my 330s feels like a Gibson 335 then this one feels more like a Les Paul.

4) 2008 Fender Custom Shop Custom Classic Telecaster – My first Custom Shop. I fitted a Miles Anodized Gold pickguard in it. It has the premium ash 1 pc body and the flamed maple neck. Serial number says it’s made in 2005 but the paperwork says it’s 2008. Easily the best Telecaster I’ve ever owned.

5) 2015 Fender Mexico Classic Series 72’ Telecaster Custom – A birthday gift from my folks. I got this in Tom Lee HK. It’s heavily modified at this point. I added Graphtech string trees, Graphtech 3 barrrel saddles, 1 meg pots on the neck, a Bareknuckle flat ’52 on the bridge. I might get a Wide Range neck pickup that’s spec’d more like the vintage ones down the road.

6) 2011 Fender Mexico Blacktop Telecaster – Another birthday gift from my folks. I got this in Tom Lee HK as well. Also, heavily modified at this point. I added Graphtech string trees, Graphtech 6 saddles, Graphtech Nut, Tesla PAF on the neck, Seymour Duncan Prails on the bridge, anodized black Miles pickguard, Ernie Ball knobs. I have a Bareknuckle humbucker sized P90 on the way and I’ll be fitting it on here. I’m also thinking of swapping out the tuners for the locking ones.

7) 2014 Miles Interloper – I have a guitar business called Miles (currently in hiatus) and this is the first prototype. It’s a Jazzmaster body with a telecaster neck. Fitted with a roller bridge, tune-o-matic stoptail, one volume knob and, Seymour Duncan Jazzmaster Antiquities. Pine body and a maple neck with a kamagong fretboard. I used this on the road so much. It’s pretty beat up so it’s retired at this point.

As for favorites, at the moment it’s both 330s and the Custom Shop Tele. All guitars are fitted with DiMarzio Cliplocks and Elixir Nanoweb strings.

Bren: Initially I was a Les Paul guy until Tani forced everyone in Neverdie to get Telecasters. Prior to that I always dreamt of getting a Les Paul though my first guitar was a Strat copy (which I think is the most common starting point for beginners?). But I discovered and fell in love with Offset guitars, particularly Jazzmasters. I love how they look and feel being a bigger guy. I have a White and tort Squier VM Jaguar, a Red and Tort Squier VM Jazzmaster, a Black and tort Riverhead Jazzmaster, a Miles Guitars Interloper (Telemaster), a Black on Black MICSIS Custom Jazzblaster, and a Black and Gold Fender Blacktop Jazzmaster, my "Number 1", on my rotation. But my current favorites are my Stratocasters. I fell back into them a year ago thanks to Nothing. Whenever I feel like switching things up I use either my Black on Black MIM Fender Squier series Stratocaster or a Cream on tort MIJ Fender Stratocaster. I bought a white on mint SX Stratocaster on a whim because I loved the color haha though I've never used it. Still on the hunt for a Telecustom haha.

Let’s take a look at your pedalboard. What effects do you use live?

I used to run with a bigger pedalboard but after doing one fly show wherein I had to pay for my overweight baggage, I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore especially since I always bring my amps to non-fly shows anyway. Nowadays, I just run with a boost, a small reverb that’s maxed out to act both like a delay and a normal reverb depending on the situation, an amp based OD (or parametric EQ), a tuner and a wireless rig.

For this year, the mainstays on my board are the following:

Shure PGX14 Wireless Unit – My dad gave this to me as a birthday gift back in 2006 if I’m not mistaken. It’s the piece of gear that I’ve had the longest and still use to this day.

Korg Mini Tuner – I’ve been using regular sized Korg Pitchblacks for awhile now so going with the mini tuner just made sense especially since I downsized. I absolutely hate clip on tuners for live use so I just prefer pedal tuners as they react faster.

Vitoos ISO8 – I only got this last week. It’s my first time using an Isolated PSU since I recently got a pedal that requires it. Most PSU’s are made in China so I had no issue with getting a relatively unknown brand. It’s my second Vitoos PSU and I’ve always had a great experience with them. Also helpful when you need to play shows in other countries that don’t use the same power voltage you normally do since it’s rated internationally. Get one at Guitar Pusher. Highly recommended!

Orange Two Stroke – Another pedal I just got this year. I’ve been eyeing this one for awhile now but I couldn’t pull the trigger just yet because It was so confusing to use then one day I just decided to go for it and I’ve been using it ever since. It’s a great Parametric EQ / Clean Boost pedal which dials my tone better and makes use of my amp more. Orange amps are typically dark amps so I use this to raise a bit of the high mids. Probably the most versatile pedal I have because it can do so much it’s insane. You can place it anywhere on the board, you can use it for acoustic or bass, you can turn your single coil guitar into a humbucker or vice versa, you can use it as a regular OD or boost pedal, etc etc. Highly recommended!

For my boost, I switch between a bunch of Wamplers (Euphoria, Pinnacle, Plexi Drive), a 65 Pedals Colour Boost and, a JHS Superbolt. For future fly shows, I might use two Wamplers instead of the Two Stroke. One for boost and the other to act as my preamp since I can’t bring my amps with me. I also have an Orange Amp Detonator which is an ABY pedal. I haven’t used it live but I will if I’m suddenly lacking one guitar player in any band I am. I also use Lava cables.

I also have a separate board at home. I just plug in my live board beside it. For my home board I have a NUX JTC Looper on that for practicing and writing songs. I also have one of the ODs above on it as well so I can play with different tones at home.

Bren: From the guitar I go into my Devi Ever Hyperion to my Snark Tuner then to a Diamond J-Drive MK3, to a TC Electronic Flashback X4, to a TC Electronic Hall of Fame Reverb. This is where my board really ends, but I have 2 loopers at the end: a TC Electronic Ditto and a Boss RC-3. The Ditto I use at home when just playing around, and the RC-3 I use live as a sampler, for comic relief haha.

I’ve seen Tani bring this amazing Orange TH30 Head with a 4x12 cab. What amps do you use at home and live?

Tani: It’s actually a 4x10 cab and I love how it looks like a 4x12. I only started using 10”s last December 2017. I find that the 10” speakers have more detail compared to a 12” so that’s what I’ve been using recently.

I still use my TH30 head and 4x10 cab at home as well as an Orange CR120 head, Orange Dual Terror and an Orange 2x12 open back cabinet. My tube driven Orange heads are setup to have more head room. I placed a 12AT7 tube in the first gain stage rather than a 12AX7 to give the amps a bit more breathing room. All the Orange gear I have sound great both on stage and at low volumes. Tough as nails too.

Bren: I currently have an Ibanez TSA15H paired with a Miles 1x12 Cabinet with Eminence Red White and Blues and an Orange Tiny Terror with an Orange 1x12 Cabinet. I primarily use the Oranges, and mix it up with an Orange Micro Terror as a back-up when I'm feeling lazy. I also have an old Kustom 2x12 Cabinet but it is too bulky to bring to shows.

What are you listening to right now?

Tani: A new record by a band called Fiddlehead released last week called “Springtime and Blind” featuring members of Have Heart and Basement. Scott Sellers of Rufio also put out something new called “The Judge”.

Bren: I've been listening to The Wonder Years’ new album since it came out. Then on rotation I have Daniel Caesar, Citizen, Basement, Modern Baseball, Code Orange and Knuckle Puck when driving. Also Hop Along's new album is good too. I also discovered this new band yesterday called Any Name's Okay, they're good haha. Yeah so far they're who I listen to on a daily basis nowadays.

What advice can you give to your fellow guitar players and musicians who want to play like you do?

Bren: My advice for other players and myself is stop comparing your playing to other people. It'll help you find your own "voice", but it'll help you relax as well as a person and as a musician. Just relax and be comfortable in your own skin... or fingers haha. Learn from those you watch and who's around you, don't compete because it really isn't a competition haha.

Tani: Never skimp out on tuners. Get a high quality pedal tuner because the cheaper ones just don’t react as fast. The more time you tune on stage, the less time you have to play so make sure to get one that tracks well. I’ve had a good experience with the Snark Tuner pedal. I think that’s the cheapest tuner pedal that can track almost as well as a Pitchblack.

Avoid displaying guitars in your room. Keep them in a case when not being used. Always check everything in your gear if it works before the show. Bring a back-up of a back-up because you never know if something will go wrong. Study your gear well to a point that you know if it’s making noise, you can instantly pinpoint the problem. Buy a can of contact cleaner. If it’s making noise, it’s most likely dirty. A quick spray of contact cleaner will usually do the trick.

Practicing regularly with the band is important but it’s also important to practice how to setup and tear down your rig the fastest way possible. I absolutely hate it when bands take so long to setup and tear down.

If you’re going to try and play like someone, don’t just pick one and try to keep an open mind so that you can find your own style in playing.

Most importantly, have fun. If you’re in a band that writes original songs, don’t focus on profit or even if people will like it. Write songs that YOU will like.

#neverdie #music #opm #band #tani cariño #bren pasamba

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themadlostgirl · 8 years ago

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Not Dead Yet (Part 36)

*A bit of a jumble not gonna lie. Realized I made some plot holes and needed to fix them as best I can.*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language

Ever since that day the new boy Rufio became my shadow. He was a interesting one to say the least. He was short for his age with naturally dark skin and a mane of red hair that made him easy to spot among the boys. Devin and the others thought it was funny that he was following me around like a lost pup. It seemed I now had two pets.

While my new follower amused the others it severely pissed off Peter. It was hard to find a moment alone with him tagging along everywhere I went. I liked Rufio just fine and a new face helped cut through some boredom but I would be lying if I wasn’t a little antsy for some alone time. Not just time for myself but ever since Rufio came to the island Peter and I hadn’t had any time together. When I usually got a moment alone Peter was gone or I was too tired to do anything.

I was walking through the jungle with Candace on my shoulder and Rufio at my side. I had just finished showing him Dead Man’s Peak and explaining the dreamshade poison. It was getting late though and I was very tired. Day by day more and more boys had been coming to the island. Some by Peter, most by his shadow. The camp grew so large we had to move it to a bigger clearing in the depths of the island that made coming to and from the coast a lengthy journey.

“There you two are,” Peter appeared on our path, “Rufio, beat it. I need to talk to Y/N alone for a minute.”

Rufio gave me a concerned look but I nodded for him to go on ahead. I handed Candace over to him and they disappeared into the jungle.

“Peter, I’m really tired and don’t feel like--”

“I’m not here about that.” he cut me off, “Well sort of. There’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.”

“Can’t this wait till tomorrow when I’ve had some sleep?” I sat down and rested back against a tree.

“I know you’re tired but this is important.” He knelt across from me, “Recently with the new boys there’s been a rift.”

“I’d say. Half of them are crying their eyes out at night because they miss dear old mummy and daddy. They’re on an island where there are no rules, no responsibilities, no fear of growing older and you can create almost anything you want with a little belief. How could they not love it here?”

“That’s what I say! But again that’s not the problem, not exactly. The rift is something more internal. I’ve heard some rumors, whispers really, that they are planning an uprising against us.”

“An uprising? They do realize what you’re capable of? They’d never stand a chance.”

“I know that and you know that but they don’t know that. The fact that these ungrateful little shits are trying to turn against me has me mad but apparently they are looking to you as their leader.”

“Me?” the news perked me awake, “Peter I can assure you that I am not leading some rebellion.”

“Don’t be silly, pet, I know you wouldn’t betray me. They’ve only named you their leader because they think you’re the only one that can stand to fight against me.”

“Well…”

“Y/N,”

“Joking, only joking. Any idea why they think your second in command would turn against you?”

“Because you’re, ahem, queen.”

“Queen?”

“Oh yes.”

“Idiots.”

“You have to admit that you do command a lot of respect on the island second to only me.”

“But why would they look to me? Are they hoping I’ll be there misguided mother figure? If they’re hoping I’ll coddle them they are in for a surprise. But I suppose I understand them. They wanted time away from their mundane lives and they got it. But the adventure is over now. They’re not like us, Peter. They don’t need Neverland like we do. None of them are the boy we’re looking for. Why not just send the cry babies back?”

“You know why.”

“No one leaves Neverland without your permission. I’m just asking you grant them that. Most of them are weak, unmotivated whiners. Why would you even want to keep them?”

“Because the moment they set foot on the island they became Lost Boys and this is where they belong whether they like it or not. If they wanted to truly remain in their boring lives they wouldn’t have asked to be taken away.”

“If this leads to war between the boys--”

“It won’t!”

“Just know that it could have been avoided.” I adjusted myself more comfortably. “I’m gonna take a nap.”

“You sleep a lot lately.”

“Not much to do once you’ve done everything there is here.” I yawned. “I’ll see you back at camp, okay?”

“Sure you don’t want me to take us back to camp in a blink?”

“No. I need a night where I don’t have to listen to the new boys cry the night through.”

“Alright. Don’t get yourself into any trouble.”

“I’ll be asleep. How could I possibly cause trouble?”

“I’m sure you’d find a way.” he smirked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and fell asleep.

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Devin had to admit he thought Rufio was flipping hilarious. Any other time when a new kid came to the island and they challenged Y/N she would break them in so to say and go back to her normal friends. Rufio though, he adopted her as his mentor and they formed this weird friendship. Only problem was that Y/N was slowly starting to lose patience. The boys that know Y/N best can instantly tell when she’s annoyed and when she gets annoyed you get out of her way unless you want your arm broken (or in one case stabbed). Poor naive Rufio didn’t realize how close he was to making her snap. That’s why when Rufio showed up at camp late that night without Y/N it was a relief. Maybe he finally got some sense about him.

“Oy Devin?” Rufio walked up to him, “Is there something goin’ on between Pan and Y/N?”

“Are you serious?” Devin laughed.

“I know it’s nonsense but we were walkin’ and Pan showed up and told me to leave. He looked ticked for some reason. Do they not get along so well?”

“Oh…” This threw Devin, “Well um...Pan and Y/N get along great. Really great. When it goes south though it gets ugly fast, they have actually tried to kill each other in the past.”

“Holy mother of god,” Rufio looked horrified.

“Yeah, just be glad that you didn’t have to suffer through the endless downpour when Pan really pissed her off. He knows not to mess with her anymore.” He gestured for Rufio to come closer, “You didn’t hear this but Pan is wrapped around her little finger. Everyone knows it but if you mention it then that’s a sure fire way to get yourself maimed.”

“But why? I know she’s a good fighter and she gets along with most the others but how did she become so important?”

“Sheer force of will.” Ben muttered from his spot next to Devin. “I’m sure she could move mountains just by glaring at them hard enough.”

“Yeah,” Rufio toed the dirt with his boot, “She’s pretty amazin’ like that.”

Ben and Devin exchanged a nervous glance. “Ben, your turn.” Devin whispered as he scooted back from the daydreaming idiot before them.

“What?” Rufio looked at them.

“Rufio, are you asking all this about Y/N and Pan because you might be interested in her?” Rufio’s face flushed as brightly as his hair.

“N-No, of course not. I just think that she’s exceedingly skilled but I’m not interested in her...did she say something?”

“Rufio, do not go down this road.” Ben warned, “Y/N is not that kind of a girl. We are her brothers, she our sister. You do not get those kinds of thoughts for her. You especially do not try to act on them.”

“But--”

“No buts! Count yourself lucky that she welcomed you at all instead of dumping you after you had the insane idea to fight her your very first day.”

Rufio stared down at the ground disheartened. “I don’t get it.”

“Get what?” Ben asked but Rufio left without answering.

“Should we be worried?” Devin watched as Rufio disappeared back into the jungle.

“Nah, he’s not the first new boy to fancy Y/N. Once he realizes she won’t have him he’ll back off.” Ben shrugged, “I think what we need to worry about is these new kids Pan’s been bringing in.”

“The whiners?” Devin sneered, “Yeah, they need some sense beat into them.”

“That’s what I say. You know they actually talk like they’re going to escape. How thick can you get?”

“I suppose we’ll just have to rectify that.” Devin smirked and whistled for Nick and Felix. They had some planning to do.

~~~

For the first time since Rufio came to the island he hasn’t been stuck to my side all day. It was relaxing but also mildly concerning. What had happened that he finally backed off? I decided not to dwell on it and enjoy the respite from his company. I think I knew the best way to use my time off as well.

The boys were off at training for the morning. I searched for Peter but he wasn’t in his tent. He must be at training with the others. How was I gonna get him away from the others without arousing suspicion? I’ll deal with that mess when I get to it.

When I arrived at the grounds though it was a horror show. All the new boys that I had so generously dubbed the crybabies were were tied to trees with apples resting on their heads. The other boys were shooting arrows at them to varying results. Next to one boy I noticed the shaft of a spear stuck in a bush where it must have just missed their target. All the boys, including Rufio, looked terrified while the others laughed and kept firing.

Peter was standing back from the crowd with a wicked smile. I noticed Nick notch another arrow and pounced on him. “Ah! Y/N, what the hell?”

“You’re saying that to me?” I took the bow and snapped it over my knee. “What are you idiots doing?”

“Just a bit of target practice.” Peter strutted up to me, “Care to join?”

“I cannot believe you! They are Lost Boys, not targets!”

“This was not my idea. They already had this setup when I got here.” Peter raised his hands in defense. “I am merely an observer. They needed a lesson anyways, bloody traitors.”

“So who's brilliant idea was this then?” I marched up to the boys wielding my club dangerously. “Someone had better answer me!”

Devin stepped forward nervously. “There’s no reason to make a big deal out of this. They’re the ones that were spouting treason.”

“I understand that but shooting out their eyes is not the right way to punish them. Untie them now.”

“You can’t just order us around. You’re not the leader here, Pan is!” Devin snapped back at me.

“I suppose he is.” I walked back up to Peter, “You condone this?”

“You were the one that was worried they would start a civil war. This is nipping it in the bud.”

“You didn’t do anything! You only ensured their revolt!”

“And if they try then they know what will happen.”

“Fine, they know. Let them go.”

“If you wish it.” he nodded and the boys cut the others free of their bonds.

“Y/N, thank you! Thank you!” the boys rushed to me.

“Get off!” I shoved them away, “Beat it before they change their minds.”

The boys nodded and scampered off. Rufio was left standing with a bleeding shoulder. “Y/N--”

“Not now.” I stressed through clenched teeth. He stayed staring at me, more at the possessive arm of Peter slung over my shoulder, “Not now, Rufio.”

He glanced back at Peter before leaving in the direction of the others. “I am done with you idiots. I cannot take another moment stuck on this island with all you stupid boys!” I shoved Peter’s arm off me. “You do not follow me. You do not try to stop me. I will return because this is my home but I cannot stay here for another moment.”

I snagged Peter’s pouch of beans off his belt and withdrew a handful. He didn’t fight me to stay and shushed the others when they did. When I was far enough away I dropped a bean on the ground and jumped through imagining a place with no boys in sight. Someplace completely unlike Neverland.

I was spat back out someplace surrounded by dense forest and snow up to my ankles. Well this is different at least. The cold wind tore through my thin shirt. I continued struggling through the snow hoping my breathing problems wouldn’t come back to haunt me. There was a small shack up ahead exuding warm light. Better than nothing.

When I got to the shack and knocked on the door. The door swung open to an old woman with a large drooping lip. “This is a day for lost children isn’t it?” she spoke unnaturally clear for someone with a disfigured mouth should. “Come in before your lungs give out.”

“Thank you.” I stepped inside. There were two more women that looked much like the old woman who let me in sitting at a spinning wheel. Speaking of the shack it was much larger than it looked from the outside. Every corner was filled with books, jars of pickled miscellaneous, pots of herbs, withered flowers, and piles and piles of thread.

“You should have chosen somewhere warmer child.” the spinner woman with a broad foot said. The spinner next to her had a thumb as swollen as a plum.

“Excuse me?” the spinner with the drooping lip sat me down and shuffled off to the whistling kettle.

“Oh to be someplace warm would be a dream.” the first spinner came back with the kettle and poured me a cup of tea. “But you’ve had your fill, haven’t you? Even now the scent of sun follows you.”

“What’s going on?” I looked at the three strange woman. “Who are you?”

“Bain, Cibil, and Dabria, we are. And you are the lost child, Y/N.”

“How do you know me?”

“Just as you know us my child.” Bain said, “Dabria, the window.”

The heavy footed spinner clomped to the window and locked the shutters in place just as a gust of wind rattled the shack. Where was I? These spinster ladies were making me uneasy with every word that creaked out of their wrinkle lined mouths.

“Do not be scared child.” Dabria smiled at me, “We only hope to help you with the hardships you will face soon.”

“What are you talking about? What hardships? How do you know any of this?” I demanded. My outburst didn’t faze them one bit and sat down across from me. All I had wanted was to get away from the island.

“Tut tut,” they silenced me, “There is not much time and so much you need to know for your upcoming struggles.”

They urged me to keep drinking my tea and started shuffling around the shack checking small things and skimming through the dozens of dusty books. “Ah here,” Cibil handed me a leather bound book with Neverland written on the cover in emerald green paint. “This should help.”

“But what is this? What’s going on?”

“Tut tut, you will know soon enough.” They took my cup and peered inside. “Oh dear, oh dear. Poor child, such a curse to bear trapped in a land of unwilling residents. What pain there will be for your hearts.”

“Hearts?” perhaps I had misheard.

“Oh yes,” the spinsters sighed, “Do not fret, there will be joys to compensate the sorrows. Lilies, wings and a darling bird.”

Flowers and a bird? Well I suppose Candace was darling as they put it.

“Anything else?” I asked the three strange women.

“Yes, for our services we do require payment.”

“Payment? I came by here by accident, you helped me without my asking. Why should I pay you? You’ve barely done anything.”

The three pairs of eyes glaring back at me silenced me into submission. “You knew what you were looking for when you left. You knocked on our door for assistance. Now, your payment.”

“I don’t have any money.” I showed them my empty pockets, “I do have a magic bean.” I withdrew one of the glittering beans I had taken from Peter.

“We have no need for your portals.” they waved off the bean, “That little baubles will do.”

My hand came up to clutch the pearl necklace resting on my sternum. “My necklace? It’s just a pearl.”

“A special pearl, no? It has been there every moment since you touched the island’s soil. It is sentiment. Priceless compared to that of a bean or gold.”

They held out their weathered hands and it was with a heavy heart I tore the necklace from it’s long resting home on my neck and dropped it into their palms. They smiled at the worn pearl. “It’s time to go my child.”

Bewildered and wanting to get out of that shack and away from the three elderly I nodded and clutched the book they gave me tightly to my chest. They dropped my necklace in a little chest and gave me soft smiles as I backed out the door. I braced myself for the cold but when I stepped outside the snow was gone replaced with tall lush grass and the sweet smell of flowers on the breeze. I turned back to the shack but that was gone as well with a massive oak tree in its place.

This is too weird for even me. I looked back at the book in my hands and sighed. I was hoping to be gone longer but I needed some questions answered. I dropped the bean on the ground and headed back home.

When I landed back on Neverland I could tell instantly that something was incredibly wrong. First I had only been gone for an hour at most. How was it night here? Also, the island was cold and the sky was muddled by rumbling clouds. I climbed up a tree and looked over the island. Darkness. Nothing but inky darkness. I should at least be able to see the camp bonfire or the lights of the Jolly Roger on the sea.

“What have you idiots done now?” I muttered to myself and dropped out of the tree.

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