Giving In
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Ashe: You okay?
Neusuada: NO! OF COURSE NOT! PAN MOTHER EFFING DIED! AND SO DID FELIX!
Ashe: Emily and Athena, too…
Neusuada: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM! MY POOR BROTHER! HE DIDN'T DESERVE A KNIFE TO THE BACK!
Ashe: He's fine in real life…
Neusuada: I KNOW, BUT STILL!
Ashe: Ah, no one knows about that. You see, readers, Neu saw Peter and realized how similar they look in real life, so our lovely author obsessed with thinking they're related.
Neusuada: WE ARE! WE HAVE THE SAME FACE! AND BRITISHNESS! HE HAS TO STILL BE ALIVE, HE JUST HAS TO! AND MARCH 6th?! WHY SO FAR AWAY?! –Drops to knees– WHYYYYY?!
Ashe: I know… By the way, readers, how many Felix/Pan fangirls squealed when Peter took Felix's heart because he needed what he loved most? And how many died when Felix did? I know I did… Yeah, yeah, the love could be loyalty, but come on. Who bought that? Can't fool me, Pan…
Neusuada: Enjoy the chapter… It'll have a hardcore Panry kiss scene if all goes as planned… We own nothing except our OCs… -Starts sobbing uncontrollably-
After walking through the forest for a little while, the person controlling Fyre came upon a small creek, vacating the girl's body and leaving her there to stare at the reflection in the water. Fyre let a gentle sob escape her throat, as she looked at the dark ebony hair halfway down her back and the non-magical blue eyes staring back at her. The fire user picked up a rock and threw it at her water, shattering her distraught and reflectionly reflection. With a growl of frustration, Fyre pulled her hair out of her cloak and started undoing it, before combing through the now loose locks with her hand and putting it back in its original braid. After tucking the hair back in her cloak and pulling her hood up, she started walking back to the camp, her eyes darting around every few seconds. Fyre scratched at her arm a couple times, rubbing her eyes and constantly making sure no stray hairs had fallen in her face. She tapped her fingers on her legs as she walked, anxious to fiddle with something. When she finally got back to the camp, she had no witty things to say as she immediately ran over to Felix, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the surrounding forest.
"Fyre?" he asked the girl dragging him father and farther away from the Lost Boys. "Fyre, what's wrong?"
Finally, she stopped and just held his hand, her head down. Felix was about to ask what was wrong again, but when she looked up at him with pleading eyes he suddenly understood.
"Please…" Fyre begged him, grabbing onto his tunic and fisting the fabric in her nimble hands. "I need it… Please, Felix…"
He shook his head, pulling her into his chest to let her cry. "You gave it to me so you couldn't get to it, Fyre. Why do you want it right now?"
She couldn't keep this from him anymore… Fyre let out a choked sob, before taking her hood off and pulling her braid out of her cloak, doing everything she could not to meet Felix's shocked gaze. The fire user felt herself being pulled into a tight hug again.
"What happened?" he breathed in her ear, making her shiver. Felix only tightened his grip, thinking she was cold. Fyre eased herself out of his grip and did something that shocked both of them; she pulled her shirt up. He blushed at first, but once he saw all the scars and cuts marring her skin, he gasped. Felix touched the cuts lightly with the pads of his fingers, making her shiver once again.
"Who did this…?"
Fyre let her shirt drop back to where it was, as she sighed. "The 'she' I was talking about… The one who kills Henry…"
"How did she manage to do this to you? Why didn't you attack her?"
No more hiding… She had to tell him…
"Because… She's my sister…"
After Henry stared at the bruises for a little while, he had gone to lie on his bed, trying to think of any other explanation than the nightmare being real, but so far, all he'd come up with was that some demon from Switzerland had taken over Fyre and made her into a voodoo shaman from Dalaran by making her eat a Spanish corndog, but that didn't make much sense… Shamans live in Turkey, not Guam, everyone knows that… Henry was knocked out of his random musings by the door opening.
"Henry?" Pan asked through the darkness of the room. "Are you still awake?"
The truest believer sat up in the bed slightly. "Yeah, I am."
Henry heard Peter walk towards him, feeling the bed dip when the older boy sat down. He could barely make out his face in the darkness until the candle suddenly flickered to life. Luckily, the light was dim enough to hide the bruises on his neck.
"Hey…"
Henry smiled gently. "Hi…"
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"I can't really explain it… I just know… Something's bothering you, what is it?"
The younger boy sighed, his smile melting. He couldn't tell the truth… Something was telling him that it wasn't the right time for the truth…"It's just… I've already been here for a few days and we haven't done anything!"
Pan was quick to smirk and pin Henry underneath him on the bed. "'Done anything' huh?"
The ruler of Neverland curled his tongue around the shell of Henry's ear, nipping it lightly and listening to the satisfying gasp he received.
"I didn't mean that!" Henry cried quickly. "I-I meant talk!"
Peter nipped at the boy's ear again. "But talking's so boring… I'm sure there are plenty of things we could be doing that are much more fun…"
Pan enunciated this with a slow, sensual lick up the length of Henry's neck, eliciting a whimper from the boy and a bigger smirk from the one above him.
"P-Peter, I-I don't think I can-"
The older boy kissed him gently to shut him up. "Relax, love… I won't make you do anything you don't want to…"
Henry tangled him fingers in Peter's hair, pulling him down for another kiss. "Thank you…"
When Pan was dragged down for another kiss, it started soft, but that didn't last long. As Fyre had said, they had a lot of sexual tension. The leader of the Lost Boys swiped his tongue across the Truest Believer's lips, using the boy's gasp to his advantage and delving deeper into Henry's mouth. The younger boy groaned, tugging on Peter's hair lightly and pulling a grunt from the boy above him. Pan shifted his weight, 'accidently' slipping a leg between Henry's thighs.
"P-Peter…" he moaned shakily.
Said ruler of Neverland chuckled lightly against Henry's mouth at his impersonation of Jell-O. Smirking against his skin, Peter started trailing open-mouthed kisses along the Truest Believer's neck, stopping in some places to nip or suck, before continuing his ministrations. Pan's smirk only grew when he grinded his knee against the boy, hearing him cry out in pleasure, and throw his head back against the pillow. Peter chest filled with pure satisfaction when Henry whimpered, begging him to not stop. Humming lightly, the older boy tugged on the younger's shirt.
"May I?"
Henry hesitated for a second, before nodding franticly. "Please…"
Peter pulled the shirt off without a second thought, immediately attacking the newfound skin with his mouth. Wanting o hear more from Henry, Pan dragged his tongue up from the rim of Henry's jeans to the base of his neck, pulling a harsh breath from the boy. The ruler of Neverland was about to continue when… Henry yawned. Moment dead. Peter laughed, kissing the Truest Believer lightly, before getting off him and going to sit on the edge of the bed. Henry smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry."
Pan handed the thin boy his plain green shirt, following his muscle movement as he put it back on. "It's no problem; you're tired. Hell, so am I! Kind of forgot in the heat of the moment."
Henry chuckled, grabbing Peter's wrist and tugging him back down on the bed with him. "Can you stay?"
Pan smiled at the boy, but he shook his head. "I don't think I could resist having you if I was so close to you while you're sleeping again. I barely managed last night."
The younger boy nodded, letting go of his lover and allowing him to go to his own bed.
"Goodnight," Henry whispered after darkness once again consumed the room.
"Sleep well, Henry…"
The next morning, Henry walked out of the hollow tree to see Pan leaning against a tree watching the Lost Boys spar, the twins awkwardly sitting on the same log whilst trying to avoid even touching each other, Hamish running around the camp like he was on a sugar high (Which he very well could have been), and Felix sitting next to Fyre who was seated on a tree branch with a book in one hand and a glass bottle of clear liquid in the other. Water maybe? Felix took the drink away from her after she took a swig that seemed too long. So many different stories around the camp today… Henry was about to decide who to talk to, when the choice was made for him.
"Henry!"
Said believer whipped around to see Vincent. Vincent was a petite boy who would've been nearing seventeen in a normal life, with silky black hair that fell just slightly past his elbows. He was probably the palest person Henry had ever met, even though he was always out in the sun. He had thin face, a sharp nose, honey colored eyes, and was fairly attractive, but Henry could never pay attention long enough to care.
"Did you know that our conscious minds can process sixteen bits of information per second, but our unconscious minds can process eleven million?"
See, Vincent's gift – Annoying ability – was an eidetic memory. He felt the need the spout out random facts about things that no one cared about.
"I didn't know that, Vincent…"
"Well, did you know that–?!"
"Probably not, but I doubt anyone cares," Fyre interrupted, coming up behind Henry with Felix not far behind her.
Vincent pouted, glaring playfully at the girl before walking away, absently turning the leather bracer on his left wrist, and muttering under his breath.
"So!" Fyre said, breaking the silence. "How's today treating you, Henry?"
Fyre smelled strange, Henry commented. The smell also seemed to be coming from the bottle of clear liquid Felix was now holding. Half of the truest believer wondered what it was, but the other half didn't really want to know.
"I'm fine…" he said, looking away from her. Henry caught sight of the twins again, noticing how they were sitting even farther away from each other now, the younger of the two looking like he wanted to be anywhere else. "Hey, Fyre? Do you know what's wrong with the twins? They're normally inseparable, but right now they look like they want the other to disappear…"
"Ah... That…" she mumbled, grinning suddenly and then bursting into laughter. "That was fun!"
Fyre then snapped her fingers, making a portion of Zander's sleeve catch on fire. Everyone looked over to the two boys when Zavier shouted in alarm, quickly going to put the fire out. After that was done, the older twin pulled his brother into his arms and glared harshly at the girl in the hood.
"What the hell, Fyre?!"
Even though her mind was a bit foggy, she still had enough manners to walk across the camp instead of shouting what had happened where everyone could hear it.
"Maybe, you should stop acting like a spineless worm and start accepting the fact that you both liked the kiss," Fyre hissed in his ear. "I thought being here meant not giving a damn about what society thinks. No matter what any of the other boys think, it's your decision to love each other, not theirs. Even though we've all going to be kids forever, man up, Zavier! Your brother's accepted his feelings, now it's your turn."
And with that, Fyre turned and marched away into the forest, leaving the two boy in a shocked silence. After a few moments of muttering angrily to herself, the fire user began to aggressively push loose strands of her hair out of her face. She contemplated going back and taking her drink from Felix, but she pushed the idea out of her head quickly. Soon, Fyre got bored of wandering and starting hitting random plants with her hook-swords, murdering the poor, innocent foliage. She could mourn the plants later. Fyre even thought up orange juice in her boredom. She rather liked the smell of oranges… They covered up the scents of certain drinks… Fyre went back to killing plants after a while, trying to do anything to keep her mind occupied. She was starting to get bored of that pastime as well, when she was roughly grabbed from behind and held against a tree with magic, until whoever it was that was keeping her there had the decency to tie her up with rope.
'Note to self,' she thought. 'Destroy every tree on the island, for I am apparently very easy to capture.'
When the multicolor haired girl finally looked up, she was greeted by the many faces of Henry's family. Snow, Charming, and Rumple weren't there, she noted absently. Probably collecting firewood or something...
"Okay, really?" she asked, greatly irritated. "Out of all the people on the island, I'm the only one worth kidnapping? I mean, dude, what the hell?"
"You're the one we keep finding, so why not?" Hook asked cockily.
Fyre dead-panned. She noticed that Emma was standing much closer to the captain than she had been the last time, while Nealfire was practically emanating waves of sulk. "So… Captain Swan prevailed I take it?"
Hook nodded, smirking. Suddenly, Fyre's gaze fell on the bottle at the captain's side. She didn't even register Emma and Regina talking to her, their voices becoming muffled in her ears. Regina snapped her fingers in front of Fyre's face, trying to get the girl to respond to no avail.
"Hello?"
"Huh?" she snapped out of it.
"Okay, that's it," the evil queen said, going to pull Fyre's heart out of her chest. Luckily, Emma stopped her.
"She'll talk eventually; we don't need to resort to violence."
"We all know that's the only way she'll talk!"
"No… I don't think so…"
Everyone turned to look at the one-handed pirate.
"What do you mean?" Nealfire asked.
Hook didn't respond, only pulled the flask off his belt and held it up. "Is this what you want? The rum?"
Fyre's eyes had a longing look in them, as she tugged at the binds keeping her away from the alcohol.
"Your majesty, I would strongly suggest untying those ropes," he said.
Regina looked like she wanted to argue, but she didn't. Instead, she did what the captain asked, thinking he might have a way to get a straight answer. As soon as the ropes fell away, the fire user ran forward and looked at Hook with hopeful eyes.
"I can have it?"
The man put his hook on her shoulder, keeping the girl just out of reach of the rum. He looked into Fyre's eyes a bit longer than he should have. Something about this girl was really familiar... "...Yes. For a price."
"What do you want?" she asked quickly.
"Knowledge."
"What would you like to know?"
Everyone looked like they could kiss Hook out of happiness. Not that they would.
"Where's Henry? We're well educated in his location with Pan, but where specifically on the island? No trick answers, either, love."
Fyre hesitated. "…Pan doesn't want me telling you…"
"Do you want this or not?" Hook asked gesturing to the flask.
The Lost Girl opened her mouth only to close it again and look away. "He's gonna kill me…"
"Who? Pan?" Nealfire asked.
She shook her head. "My…friend… He's trying to help me with my addiction problem, but…"
Fyre shook her head again, letting the unsaid words hang in the air.
"I can't be helped…"
"Where's Henry, love?" Hook asked again, breaking the silence.
"…He's at the camp you went to a couple days ago… He just wasn't there when you were… Well, he was, but it's complicated…"
Hook let her go, handing her the flask. "Thanks… Fyre was it? I expect that back when you're done."
Fyre chuckled mirthlessly. "Sure thing… Hey, um… Why do you wanna take Henry away…?"
"He's got a family that loves him and wants him back," Emma explained. "Just like I'm sure yours does…"
The Lost Girl's eyes hardened as she glared at the blonde woman. "Listen, Savior. My family never loved me. The only people who ever have are the Lost Boys. I was a theft when Pan found me, but he still took me in. He gave me a life worth living. He's done the same for Henry; He gave him a real family."
"By kidnapping him?" Regina asked incredulously.
"He came back on his own! Pan gave him a way, but it was Henry's choice!"
"You're lying!" Nealfire spoke up.
"I. Don't. Lie," Fyre growled.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I saw the boy jump into a portal of his own accord. She's telling the truth," Hook said.
"Why didn't you stop him?!" Regina shouted.
"I only saw him disappearing into a portal; there wasn't much I could do!"
Fyre smirked, knowing that the pirate was lying. "Well, if you're done with me, I think I'll be on my way."
Everyone was too busy arguing to notice the Lost Girl walking away. After a while, she unscrewed the flask and took a long drink of the rum, letting it burn its way down her throat. Fyre thought about the events that had just unfolded as she walked back into the camp, no one noticing due to them all lying on the ground, dozing off. It finally caught up to her what she had just done; she had told Henry's family where he was so she could give into her alcohol addiction. Three words summed up what was going to happen when Pan and Felix found out.
Fyre. Was. Screwed.
Neusuada: So! Sorry for the late update, we've been sick the past week and it's been Hell.
Ashe: About Vincent, we were watching Criminal Minds and we just had to put in a character like that… Same story with the addiction. And, yes, we know that Reid was addicted to drugs not alcohol, but you can't get drugs in Neverland.
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