thepied-piper

[thepied-piper]

We don't have any kings in Neverland. Just me.

#the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim

[thepied-piper]

How was he supposed to look Peter in the eye? After all that had happened, he should not have returned to the house tree. He knew what he should have done, and yet he had returned to the one place where Peter was waiting for him. He had given up. Peter hated giving up. But this time there was so much more at stake.           „They have set sail and left the island,“ Killian reported.           „Okay,“ Peter nodded. Tension and anticipation dominated his face, but it was not only the tension that made him look more serious than usual. It was mainly the black circles under his eyes and the defiant look of a boy who was too stubborn to die. Or too afraid. Yes, he saw fear in Peter's eyes.           „Talk to me, Hook! What happened?“           Killian had been too absorbed in his own worries that he had remained silent. What was worse? Facing Peter Pan's death or facing his disappointment? But he had to tell him the truth. He had to tell him that he had been his last hope and that he had let him down.           „We didn't manage to save the fairies from the pirates' power,“ he finally confessed. „Tink and the others … they are no longer on the island. The fairy nests are empty, there is no more fairy dust. The pirates have taken them to the open sea, Neptune knows where.“           No pixie dust in Neverland meant no lost boys. No pixie dust in Neverland meant no Neverland. The life of this island is built around this magical dust. But what was probably the worst of all was the fact that without Neverland and without fairy dust, there was no more Peter Pan. This island died from the moment the fairies were abducted – and he died with it.           „Well,“ Peter groaned. „Now it's just a matter of time.“           „We can get them back.“ Killian took a step forward. „We will get them back!“           „Maybe. If we're fast enough. Or, if you are fast enough. I'm getting weaker by the minute. I don't have much time left.“           He was right, Peter looked horrible. He was nothing like the energetic and proud boy he had come to know. Like a plant, he was gradually withering away.           If only I had followed these pirates earlier, at least I would know where they were sailing to!           Killian grabbed Peter by the shoulders, bent down and looked him abruptly in the eye. „I'll catch up with them. I'll find them and I'll show them what happens when you mess with Captain Hook.“

@kingoftheseax

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 #the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim

[thepied-piper]

I'm older than I look. But all magic comes with a price.

Peter Pan

[thepied-piper]

One‎ day‎ he‎ came‎ back. Peter‎ knew it. He‎ waited‎ for‎ his‎ return‎ for‎ so‎ long. Hooks‎ return.

@kingoftheseax

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 #the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim

[thepied-piper]

„Peter, Peter, Peter, come! Come outside!“

„What do you want, Tink? Can't you see I'm busy being bored to death right now?“

But Tinker Bell was not the kind of woman who could be brushed aside. So she grabbed the lazy boy by the collar and pulled him out onto the ship's deck. Outside, Peter rubbed his eyes and squinted at two swords that not only caught the rays of the sun and flashed them in their blades, but also struck against each other again and again.

Captain Hook and a sailor. Only moments later Killian Jones landed in the ropes of his Jolly Roger and faced the blade of the enemy sword. Beaten, defeated. Mutiny?

„What's the matter, captain?“, Peter yelled, now on fire again, and sat down on the railing of the quarterdeck. „Or have you lost that title already?“ A wide, mischievous grin on his face. Well, that promised to be exciting!

@kingoftheseax

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 #the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim

[thepied-piper]

I just like his hat! @kingoftheseax

Wendy: Are you really trying to be friends with Hook?

Peter: Look if me and him teamed up we would be unstoppable. We don't have to be friends but I want to fight with him instead of against him at some point.

Wendy: Why do you need to be unstoppable?

Peter: Because! ....It would be cool! Maybe we could do some cool team fighting moves.

Wendy: is this why you keep stealing his hat?

Peter: No! ....maybe...

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

[thepied-piper]

@kingoftheseax Ha, not fast enough!

Hook: I missed you.

Peter: I missed you to.

Hook: Once I'm done reloading, I won't miss again.

Peter: Try it codfish!

Hook: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!! *Shoots gun*

Peter: *laughing* Missed again!

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

[thepied-piper]

"I wouldn't take it if anything happened to you, Jamie," he said. "You were the first and you are still my favorite boy." Then he smiled, and oh, that smile! It was the smile that drew me from Elsewhere, the smile that reliably made me want to do anything for him.

@thepied-piper

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

[thepied-piper]

@kingoftheseax

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

#the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim #we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

[thepied-piper]

#the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim #my dear wendy; the light in my darkest nights

[thepied-piper]

#the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim

[thepied-piper]

@kingoftheseax

@thepied-piper

I still remember the first day I was on this island, how my feet touched the ground for the first time, how I smelled the salt of the ocean in the wind, how I felt when I saw the beauty and endless finitude of Neverland for the first time, what the moment was like when I felt at home and settled for the first time, how for the first time ever I really realized with my eyes wide open that this island is my real home and as I saw him for the first time, hidden among the trees, watching, and flying as lightly as a feather and as silent as a wild tiger on the prowl. He seemed to know every little spot on Neverland, as if he were one with the island. I still remember thinking what a mystery he was and trying to study his every little movement to learn more about him, until the moment my ocean blue eyes caught the forest green of his. At that moment there was silence, not just between us, the whole island was silent and something happened between me and Peter Pan that I still can't explain to this day. That moment where our eyes met made me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. It was like all that time of loneliness had never been there, like he and I had always been together and to this day, whenever my eyes meet his, I feel like I'm coming over and over again back home. As if we both couldn't exist without the other.

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

[thepied-piper]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 @kingoftheseax

(none of these gifs are mine)

CaptainPan:The two most ruthless killers of the fairy tale universe. This would be hot.

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

[thepied-piper]

Such innocence in his eyes could receive you without lies. His soul was designed to make you lose your mind.

#the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim #the monster inside this boys chest; pan

[thepied-piper]

"Killian, do you even remember how it was before you left because of her? Don't you remember how you loved it to be a pirate, how much you loved Neverland? You can't remember that this was your home, right?" Peter asked reproachfully, looked him in the eye with that certain kind of look that saw through everyone. " But I do." The boy with the green eyes reached out his hand towards Killian's face. "You just have to listen, close your eyes and truly listen to the heart of the isle. Remember.." he whispered and the captain closed his eyes, listening to the wind, the sea and the heart of the island. A few minutes passed in complete silence. Hook opened his eyes, lifted his gaze and had the light of the island in his eyes, that light of a child coming to Neverland for the first time. But he wasn't a child and this was not the first time he was here. "Peter, I can remember everything. I finally can feel it again." His voice broke the silence, Peter looked happy and relieved at the same time, made him look even younger than usual for a brief moment. And then the two who couldn't be more different looked into each other's eyes, both barely noticeable smiles on their lips, realizing they were made of the same cloth. "Can you believe it, finally I'm back. I'm home Peter." Hook said and this was the moment they both realized that there was a new adventure about to begin. "Home. I like the sound of that." Peter said euphoric, ready to stark the new adventurous journey. The one handed pirate smiled, just as euphoric as Peter was, before his typical grin showed on his lips. "Aye, me too." was the last thing Killian said.

@thepied-piper

#we're made from the same cloth; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 #the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim

[thepied-piper]

@thegirlwhostayedyoung

“I’m fond of her too. We can’t both have her, lady.”

— Peter Pan, Peter and Wendy by J.M. Barrie

#my dear wendy; the light in my darkest nights

[thepied-piper]

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 – 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 ...

»Peter, listen,« Wendy said gently and with a motherly voice. She was good at that mother-thing, even at her young age. It was exactly what made her so 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 to him. »Come with me. Let’s take the children and come with me – back to my parents house. We could continue what–«

»And why would I do that?« Peter interrupted. »Continue what we are doing here? Again, we are not their 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, Wendy. We do not care for them, we do not raise them. They live and they die here – as Lost Boys.«

She reached out and gripped his hand tightly, pulled him towards her and onto the bed. »𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧!« Wendy cried out and clasped his face with both hands. A dozen crystals sparkled in her eyes, a few of them tumbled down her cheeks and landed on the white bed sheet, marked the spots where they landed a bit darker.

»Yes, Wendy. Yes, I can – and I will,« Peter replied, his emerald green eyes wide and focused on her. »And so will 𝙮𝙤𝙪.«

#the story of the boy who never grows up; faceclaim #my dear wendy; the light in my darkest nights #mywritings: peter pan authentic play #writingsfakevz