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I am the king, I am the queen.

I am the ruler, a true liar.

I am the dreams you wish you had.

I am the good and I am the bad.

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In the span of five seconds, I became aware of a few things.

One: I was in Neverland, in my old room at Peter Pan's camp. Nothing too major to panic about. Two: Henry was living and breathing just a few feet from me, so I hadn't managed to fail in protecting Neal and Emma's son. And, three: I was also currently being cradled against the chest of the boy who swore he'd find me, not matter what, no matter where I was.

As I became aware of these facts, I wretched myself away from Peter's strong and possessive hold and somehow managed to not fall flat on my arse, suddenly thankful that Henry was still in the room and managed to direct me to the bed, where I collapsed.

I clutched my head, my magic bubbling forth as I began to clear some of the dizziness and groaned with relief when the room finally stopped spinning. A husky chuckle made me freeze and I slowly glanced up to meet smoldering green eyes as Peter smirked in my direction, even as he addressed Henry.

"Henry, if you don't mind. I need some time alone with Lily, here." Henry took one glance at my trembling form and shook his head.

"I think I'd better stay, I know how to take care of her when she over-does it." Rather than snap into a rage as I expected at being refused, Peter simply smiled and leaned down, placing a hand on Henry's shoulder, uncaring that the boy shifted uncomfortably.

"I think I can handle the Dark Lillith, don't you Henry?"

I really did groan at the use of the nickname Rumple had given me and collapsed on the bed as Henry gaped at the shadowless imp in front of him.

"H-how do you know who she is?!" Peter positively grinned at that, his eyes shifting from me to Henry.

"Let's just say Lily and I are, well," he glanced at me, well, more like leered, and chuckled darkly. "Quite acquainted."

As Henry continued to gape at me, I somehow found my voice and winced at how wimpy I sounded, knowing Pan would just use this to his advantage.

"Henry, I'll be fine." He glanced at me and slid away from Peter to sit next to me and take my trembling hand.

"Are you sure?" For a ten-year old, he was pretty hard to convince but, after a few moments of searching my face the only way Henry could, he slowly got up and left the small treehouse, leaving me alone with the surprisingly quiet immortal.

My eyes suddenly widened as I realized what I had just done. I was now alone, in an enclosed space, high off the ground, with Peter.

Shit.

Warily, I glanced up only to gasp in shock when I realized that Peter's face was only a few inches from mine, his green eyes smoldering again and his cool breath fanning across my face.

Before I could offer a sound of protest, he suddenly crushed me against him, his face buried in my neck as he slowly breathed me in, his face and nose tickling my sensitive neck as he nuzzled his face against it.

I shivered as his lips gently touched the shell of my ear and held in a whimper as he spoke.

"I told you I'd find you again, love." He pulled back, his eyes dark and burning. "You're mine. Forever."

Before I could respond, he crushed his hungry lips to mine and, unable to stop the onslaught of emotions he provoked in me, I surrendered to his assault on my mouth and responded in kind when he deepened the kiss, tangling his long fingers in my hair and angling my head as he continued to plunder my mouth.

As much as I wanted to curse myself for responding, I couldn't bring myself to stop as I breathed in his scent and taste, the desperation and anger he poured into the kiss, and the hidden joy I could feel as he continued to kiss me, with long and harsh pulls of his lips that I returned in kind, clutching his face as he fisted my hair in one hand and cupped my face with the other.

After several moments, he softened, his lips slowly drawing mine with slow and gentle pulls instead before he pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine, his cool breath fanning my face as he panted softly. Taking the momentary break to attempt to fill my lungs with oxygen, I kept my eyes closed as his lips first touched my forehead, then both my cheeks, my eyelids, and finally my lips again.

Each kiss felt like a butterfly's wing and made my eyes burn and my throat close up as I resisted the urge to whimper. I slowly forced my eyes open when his forehead touched mine again and was riveted by his stormy gaze.

His hands suddenly tightened on my upper arms and his gaze narrowed, which didn't surprise me. I had expected him to throw a tantrum soon enough.

Afterall, he was technically a boy.

As his mouth opened, no doubt to berate me for leaving in the first place, I quickly pressed my face against his neck as the hot tears that I'd been holding in for years finally began to trickle out of my eyes and stain my face.

Holding back sobs, I fisted his shirt as his hands slowly slid from my arms and wrapped around me tightly. His lips gently brushed my hair as he gently moved my to his lap, switching places with me, before he timidly rocked me.

The fact that he didn't know how I would react to him caused a tremor to shoot through me, which made his tight hold become even more possessive. His lips gently brushed my ear again as he whispered huskily to me, which sent shivers down my spine and didn't really help my already over emotional state.

"It's alright, Lily." He cooed softly in my ear, his smirk evident in his voice even as he rocked me. "You're safe, with me."

He pulled away and tilted my head, a dark smirk on his face while green eyes smoldered again when they locked with mine.

As green met blue, I held back a shiver as his face darkened.

"And I'm never letting you go, Tiger Lily."


I sat silently near the small fire I'd built, grateful that after Peter's proclamation, Felix had knocked on the door frame before he stuck his head in, not bothering to hide his amusement at the sight of Peter cradling me on his lap. Honestly, he'd seen worse when I'd lived on the island before.

I glanced over at Henry, who was sitting on a nearby stump with Pan, deep in conversation. I quickly averted my eyes when Pan lifted his gaze from the scoffing boy before him to glance in my direction. I directed my attention to the whooping boys as they danced around the bonfire, remembering bitterly when I used to join in, Peter's eyes following my every movement.

I glanced down at my lap, suddenly wishing that I hadn't followed Felix's suggestion to change into my old clothes.

"So you'll be warm." The blonde had offered, smirking.

I snorted, warm my ass. The bloody idiot just knew that Pan would be all too happy to see me in the clothes he'd once had made for me. I picked at the fraying edges of my tunic before I jerked up as a shadow fell over me, sighing with relief when I realized it was just Henry. I almost smacked myself, remembering that Pan didn't have a shadow to cast.

I smiled weakly at the boy as he took in my appearance. He was currently missing his coat, I'd seen Pan and Felix take off with it a few minutes ago and most of the Lost Boys but didn't bother to waste my energy to track him.

"Where did you get those clothes?" His brow furrowed and I sighed inwardly, he was going to question me now. "And why does Pan seem to know you already?"

I offered my arm, grateful that Henry still trusted me enough to snuggle against my side, wrapping himself in my cloak. I glanced at my fire as I started my tale, very much aware of Felix standing guard near us. I waved my hand, making the fire flare up brighter to warm Henry up as he shivered against me.

"You know that I was a student of your grandpa, right?" Henry nodded, his mouth twisting.

"He gave you the nickname Dark Lillith, right?" I snorted, rolling my eyes at the distasteful nickname.

"Well, I did hang around with The Dark One." Henry chuckled before he sobered up.

"But how-" I shushed him, raising my eyebrow when he lowered his head sheepishly.

"Now, I was Rumple's student a while after Cora but I was his assistant by the time Regina was Queen. I think I was sixteen when your grandparents got married and seventeen when Emma was born." Henry made a face at that and I giggled, tickling him lightly while he squirmed from my fingers. I sobered up, deciding to just tell Henry everything, sparing a few minor details he didn't need to hear.

"I was eight when I became Rumple's student and when I was sixteen I went looking for...Baelfire..." I glanced down at the still boy and hugged him with my arm at the sight of his pale face. "I managed to track him all the way here. To Neverland. Long story short, I lived with the Lost Boys for a while until I could find a way for Bae to get off the island. So I knew Pan and Felix quite well."

"They call you Tiger Lily." I rolled my eyes, I'd had enough of my nickname in the last twenty-four hours to last me a lifetime.

"It's a far cry better than Dark Lillith."

Henry laughed in agreement, his pale face lighting up, making me smile in return as I explained where Tiger Lily came from.

"I kicked Felix's ass, so he called me a Tiger. It kinda stuck and changed to Tiger Lily." Henry nodded, accepting my short, albeit truthful story of my past.

"How did you get off the island?"

"A different way than Bae. Rumple summoned me, somehow, and I was pulled back into the Enchanted Forest just in time for the curse to happen." I glanced down at that, still upset about losing years of my life. Even though I'd lost far more than just twenty-eight years on this island.

I pushed that out my mind, not wanting to dwell on my past, especially not when I'd lost control earlier with Pan. I glanced down to find Henry fast asleep against me and smiled at him, jerking in surprise when Felix appeared and suddenly picked Henry up.

"What are you-" Felix pressed his finger to his lips, nodding his head at the still sleeping Henry and calmly took him to my treehouse and entered it, letting the fabric draped over the entrance slip shut. I glanced around, not surprised to see torch-light, signaling the return of the lost boys and, most likely, Peter as well.

I forced myself to relax against the tree, even when Felix came out and the rest of the Lost Boys came back, laughing and shoving each other. I ignored them as they made the bonfire again and began to dance around it, making enough noise to raise the dead.

After a few minutes of contemplating whether or not I should put a sleeping spell on Henry to make sure he slept through the night and standing up to do just that, I gasped as arms locked around my waist and pulled me away from the camp.

Summoning my magic, I slammed it against the body behind me, earning a chuckle before I turned around to meet Peter's amused gaze.

"You know your magic doesn't affect me, love." I glanced down before he tilted my face up, his cool fingers gently caressing my cheek. "Now, now. Where's my brave Tiger Lily?" I stiffened at that, my magic swirling up again.

"Don't call me-" I tried to jerk away as he lowered his head again, his cool lips brushing softly against the corner of my mouth as I trembled against him and clutched his shoulders, suddenly too weak to even hold myself up.

Head swimming, I didn't fight it when he tugged me to rest against him before he leaned down and picked me up bridal-style. I shut my eyes, knowing what was coming and wasn't surprised when I felt wind brushing past my face a few moments later. It was only when I felt his feet touch solid ground and bleakly looked up to realize we were in a treehouse.

A very familiar treehouse.

Despite knowing where I was, I simply cuddled closer to him, nuzzling my face into his neck as he sighed softly and walked towards the hammock before depositing me on it. Unwilling to let go of his shirt, I tightened my grip, not bothering to feel sheepish when he chuckled darkly before prying my hand off his shirt and gently kissing the fingers before he released it.

I shifted in the hammock as he drew a blanket over me, my magic still spazzing out like crazy and managed to keep my eyes open long enough to hear his last words.

"Rest now, Love. You're finally home."