Peter and I entered camp and he dropped his hold of me as others began to look over. I noticed Emilia had seen our close proximity to each other and her face turned into a harsh scowl. I think all the recruits found it strange Peter and I were talking to each other in the middle of camp, they had never actually seen us together being civil. 'I need to make an announcement, I'll tell everyone about the pirates then.' Peter said to me and I fiddled with my hands, giving a small nod.

'Peter, the pirates also said they would kill Cas if they saw him down the port again, tell him to-'

'I'll speak with him, I want him on watch but I'll make sure he knows to be at a distance.' I nodded again and he smiled at me. 'I have this under control Anya, don't worry.'

'You just seem too content with this.' I said and he scoffed.

'I think you forget I have dealt with these men numerous amounts of times, I'm used to it and it's exhilarating.' His face was excited again as he spoke to me, I exhaled and looked to the floor.

'Exhilarating? For you maybe…' I muttered and fidgeted on my feet. One of his fingers crept under my chin and he pulled my head up to look at him.

'You'll have fun, trust me.' He said with a cool smirk, I gave an anxious smile and he stepped closer, unconvinced by my reaction. 'Anya,' his voice was low and hushed, 'Nothing bad will happen, I won't let it. What are you so worried about?' He frowned, I gave a small shrug and looked into his concerned green eyes. I am nervous about being killed before getting the chance to go home. I shook my head and looked down from his pressing gaze. We were disturbed by someone obnoxiously clearing their throat. Peter took a step back from me, folding his arms and looking at our interrupter.

'What are you two whispering about?' Emilia asked, her tone soft as she batted her eyelashes at Peter subtly.

'Just speaking of my announcement, Anya has been helping me with a plan, all will be revealed in a moment.' He said, giving me a smile. She glanced between us before chuckling coldly.

'Yeah, I've been wondering where you have been all day, Felix and I were looking for you.' She said, tilting her head to the side.

'Just busy, Em, was I sorely missed?' Peter asked with a playful smirk, his nickname for her making my heart jolt. She didn't really reply, just gave a small laugh, and glanced briefly at me. 'I'll go find Felix,' Peter announced, raising his eyebrows at me before he strode away. Emilia narrowed her eyes at me, I scowled back and shuffled to the edge of the clearing, Emilia followed in Peter's direction.

I lingered on the edge of camp as Peter spoke to Felix and the rest of his guard, including Cas. They all looked rather thrilled so I guess Peter must have told them of what was going to be announced. Cas then gave a deafening whistle which made everyone look their way. All were quiet as Peter took centre stage.

'I have two very exciting announcements,' two? 'A pirate problem has arisen, I have been informed by a reliable source that pirates are planning an attack on my camp.' A few nervous mumbles buzzed throughout the camp at the mention of pirates. 'But luckily we know of this in advance, meaning that we will be ready for an attack, and they won't know what's hit them. Tomorrow you will all train harder in preparation for their arrival.' A majority of the camp looked nervous and scared at the thought of a pirate attack, the members who had been on the island longer had the same reaction as Peter and were excited to fight some pirates again. 'I hope you're all as thrilled as I am, I can finally show you all what true adventure is.' This perked all the new recruits up a bit and made my heart beat faster at his passion for adventure. 'And my final announcement; we will be having a companion ceremony in the next few days,' what idiots are becoming companions, I thought to myself, 'for Roger and Sophie.' My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, I scanned camp for Sophie and saw her near the guard, in Roger's arms. Sophie was now stuck here indefinitely, but then again she had been cooperative from the start, she loved it here away from her horrid aunt. I took my gaze off the two of them and looked back to Peter, he looked rather bored with the idea of the ceremony. I was surprised that Emilia, in particular, looked very excited. I did not mark her down as someone who would enjoy that type of thing. 'We all have that to look forward to.' Peter commented briefly before dismissing everyone and wandering off in the direction of his tent. After his announcement I retreated to my corner of the camp, I didn't get the chance to see Sophie as she was surrounded by other girls who she seemed closer to. I curled up on my bed and very quickly went to sleep with the comforting thought that I would be home soon.

The next morning, I guessed, Emilia had latched onto Sophie to talk about the ceremony and discuss the party which seemed to be taking place in another clearing, a meadow I think was said. I was still baffled by Emilia's excitement. I had never taken joy in things like weddings so I stayed at the edge of camp, reading one of the books I took from Peter's tent. A lot of the other recruits had also gone training somewhere so camp was pretty sparse and dull. I had reached a particularly dull chapter in my book and didn't feel like continuing. I flicked through the pages, not actually reading anything just making myself look busy. I closed the book and exhaled deeply, I guess I could return the books to Peter and see what he is doing, I thought. I imagined Peter would be far more interesting than watching Emilia and a few other girls gush over arrangements. I scooped up the selection of books I had taken and made my way into the trees to Peter's tent. I got to the outside of it and paused, I obviously couldn't knock. I cleared my throat and hoped he would hear, if he was even in there.

'Hmm?' I heard a confused hum from the inside.

'Oh, um, hello?' I cringed at myself, of course he was in there, why was I asking?

'Anya?'

'Yeah, it's me, can I come in?' I called out and I heard a light laugh.

'Of course.' I could hear the smirk in his gravelly voice. I pulled back the fabric and walked in, I was slightly stunned to see him lounging around in bed. He was lying on the bed made up of blankets and pelts, in just his trousers, his chest exposed. His hair was dishevelled and resembled a bird's nest.

'Did I wake you?' I laughed as I stepped closer, hugging the books to my chest.

'No, I've been up for a while.' He said, stretching his arms up and cracking his back lazily.

'I thought I'd return these to you.' I put the pile of novels on the floor next to his small book shelf. He gave a small smile, putting his hands behind his head.

'Enjoy them?' He asked, his voice wasn't as arrogant as it usually was, or as bright. I stood at the end of his bed and nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

'Yeah, they kept me occupied.' I said and he just nodded. 'Any particular reason you're not outside harassing someone to fight you?' I asked playfully and he gave a small laugh and simply shrugged. 'Are you alright?' I was confused by his rather dejected manner.

'Fine, why?'

'Well, I've been in here for a good five minutes and you haven't made some kind of cocky jibe.' I said and he laughed.

'Shouldn't you be out there gushing with all the other girls about Sophie and Roger?' Peter smirked.

'Nah, I'm not really into the whole wedding planning vibe.' I shrugged and he raised an eyebrow.

'Yeah, me neither.' He grumbled.

'You're not a big fan of these ceremonies?' He sat up, rolling his shoulders back and straightening himself up.

'How'd you guess, o' clever one?' He asked sarcastically, smiling at me.

'So why do they happen?' He threw himself back down in the pillows, grumbling to himself as he shoved his face into his hands.

'I don't know,' he groaned, 'keeps them happy.'

'And you execute more power...' I added, he frowned at me inquisitively through his fingers. 'Cas educated me on Companions.'

'So well learned.' He smiled, removing his hands from his face.

'So why don't you like the ceremonies?' I urged to get an answer out of him. I was curious to his distaste. Was executing a small bit of power really worth all the misery? He sat himself back up and huffed before giving a placid smile.

'I'm not gonna trouble you with my woes.' Peter said, I quirked an eyebrow and folded my arms, a sign I wasn't going down without a fight. 'Ugh, Anya don't worry. It's just its busy and tiresome is all.' I knew this wasn't the real reason but I didn't press further, I could tell he was getting agitated. 'The parties go on for too long afterwards.'

'I thought I had you marked down as a party goer.' I joked and he glared at me playfully.

'I am, but when you're the leader of an island and everyone gets into a strange party high, they all think they have touching rights and want to talk to me, dance with me…' Peter grumbled tensely.

'Ugh, dancing?' It was my turn to groan, I didn't mind dancing but I always looked like a fool. I could never dance gracefully. Peter looked up at me with a conceited smile.

'Have I found your weakness?' He mused, standing to his feet, his trousers hanging lowly around his hips.

'No! I do dance, I just don't know how to dance without making a fool of myself.' I defended and he chuckled to himself. 'Don't laugh, I look awful when I dance and it's embarrassing.'

'Come here, it's easy.' He held out a hand but I shook my head no. He ignored my protest and stepped forward, catching a hold of my hand and gently pulling me closer. I frowned at him and he simply gave a stupid smirk back. 'Ok, this hand,' he wove his fingers into mine on my right hand, 'gets held.' He then gestured to my other hand with a tilt of his head. 'That one on my shoulder.' I complied and gently placed it upon his bare shoulder.

'And your other arm goes… ow!' I exclaimed as he pressed our bodies together abruptly by snaking his right arm on my lower back.

'And then you simply follow my lead…' Peter stated as if it was simple. He moved in small baby steps so to give me a chance. 'Of course at the party there will be music so it will be a lot more pleasant than listening to your nervous breathing.' I narrowed my eyes at his comment and his green eyes glistened as he laughed.

'Will you be playing?' I said, referring to his pipes. I hoped he would because what I heard the other day was divine.

'No, the fae will, they seem to carry music wherever they go.' He said and my eyes blinked in disbelief.

'Actual faeries?' I asked with a small smile, I was the type of child who had a faery obsession when they were younger.

'Mmhm…' He hummed as we continued to dance, or rather just sway slightly. 'They have to be there because I need to use faery dust in the ceremony, and then they play their music at the party.' It all sounded like a dream. I was actually looking forward to seeing what this party was like. All the parties back home were loud music in a dingy house with loads of alcohol and cigarettes everywhere. I looked down at myself and scoffed. 'What?' Peter asked, looking me in the eyes.

'I probably look so stupid right now.' I muttered to myself as I realised we were still in our dancing position. Peter gazed down at me and shook his head.

'Impossible.' He whispered.

'If only we had a mirror, then you'd see how much of a fool I look.' I said and he gave a small laugh.

'Impossible because if you are stood in my presence then I instantly make you look magnificent.' Peter said with a serious look before cracking a proud smirk.

'Peter Pan you are so modest.' I uttered, he shrugged feigning a humble manner. My hand had slipped from his shoulder onto his chest and I had leaned closer into the comforting smell of honeysuckle that always seemed to radiate from his skin. I cursed myself for finding this boy so attractive.

'All joking aside, you're…' Peter spoke but his speech faded as I looked up at him. His face was knitted into an unreadable expression. His beautiful face almost looked concerned but with a hint of curiosity. Once more I found myself mesmerised by him. His eyes were hypnotic and lustful, his words lingered in the air, making me impatient, and I yearned to hear the rest of what he had to say. His eyes were fixated on mine but they gently flicked down to look at my lips. My eyes travelled down to his plump lips in response. Peter tilted his head down, ready to press his lips against mine. My mouth tingled and I got chills on the back of my neck as he leaned closer, I pushed my head forward and a deep, gravelly chuckle came from his chest as we got closer. The hand that was entwined in my fingers let go and slipped to the side of my face. He was about to ravish my mouth with his until-

'Pan!' Someone called out, a low, enraged growl entered Peter's throat as we were interrupted. Peter pulled away, his hand dropping from my face, his nostrils flared and teeth gritted ready to kill the person who interrupted, and I wouldn't have stopped him. He held me close to his chest, cradling me to him as if I would dissolve, like a waking from a dream if he let go.

'What?!' He barked angrily, his chest heaving.

'You told me to remind you about your meeting with the fae, to discuss the preparations?' It was Felix, he dared not enter the tent due to Peter's tone of voice. Peter closed his eyes, trying to control his irritation as he breathed deeply.

'Another reason to hate the companion ceremonies.' He whispered softly to me before answering Felix. 'Alright, I'll see them now.' He uttered sharply, we heard Felix trudge away and Peter rested his forehead against mine, breathing steadily. 'I have to go.' He said, I nodded as Peter loosened his grip on me, the mood now dead. I ran a hand through my hair as he stepped away to put his top on, realising how ridiculously flustered I was. Peter put his boots on and strapped his leather cuffs back on his wrists. When he was dressed he approached me, a dull look in his eyes as he gestured to the exit of his tent. 'I'm sorry.' He muttered. 'I'll be back soon, behave yourself at camp.' He snickered to himself as he walked us out of his tent.

'I'll be as mundane as the rest of them.' I promised with an eye roll. 'Thanks for the dance lesson.' I laughed and lifted back the tent's entrance. Peter followed me out, before I went in my direction and he his, he grasped my hand and pulled me close.

'You're a breath-taking dancer.' Peter hushed and my chest fluttered at his words. This boy would be my demise. I didn't want to let him know that he had just melted me so I shrugged nonchalantly.

'You might need to get yourself an inhaler.' I simpered, making Peter chuckle, his smile bright as his baby-like teeth glistened in the moonlight. 'See you about.' I said and he nodded once, watching me walk away back to camp. We didn't even kiss and my head was hazed with thoughts of him. I mentally kicked myself for the infatuation I was experiencing, I didn't want to be so fixated on him. I felt stupid for falling for him but at the same time I felt like I was rebelling, he was dangerous and thrilling, a boring moment never passed by in his presence. I guess the rebel feeling was because he was the type of boy my parents would have loathed. Peter was bad, he made the boys at my school who messed about in class look like angels. If my parents thought Billy was a troublemaker then Peter would have seemed like the devil himself. I should see him as the devil because he took me away from them, my logic told me. I sighed to myself, cursing under my breath, I am going home and that means leaving Peter. The thought made my stomach churn but that was the way it had to be, no matter how fast I was falling for him I could not stay.

Hey, hey, I have been a bit of a creative faery and managed to get another chapter done within a few days :') Also want to say how grateful I was for all of your kind words to me and support, it really made my heart swell! It proves that there might be really bad things in life but the good things shine through brighter :3 so thank you, hope this quick update was a bit of a treat for the long wait previously, love y'all xoxoxo