Hey y'all, 2021 Bluemoon here.

Uh... Wow, first off. I can't believe people are still reading this. I can't believe the amount of reviews and favorites and follows it's gotten. This was one of the first full stories I'd ever written, and I think the first thing I ever published online. So there's that. Thank you all for giving it a chance and seeing the good in it.

I really loved writing this story, but I was also, like, really young and didn't understand half of the implications of the things I made happen in it. There's a lot I don't like looking back now, but there's also a lot I'm amazed turned up as good as it did. For starters, it's very evident I didn't know how to punctuate dialogue or when to start new paragraphs. I didn't get how toxic a relationship I was writing, either. But some of the characterizations? The drama? I'm kinda proud of lil tween me. Writing this definitely helped me refine my craft, too. I'm glad to have done it, and I'm overwhelmed that so many people actually enjoyed reading it.

I want to apologize to everyone who asked for a sequel/prequel. I'd really intended to write more. However, right about the time I finished writing this fic I stopped being friends with the girl who got me into "Panfics" in the first place, and one thing just led to another. My hyperfixation faded, and then when I came back around to my love for OUAT's Neverland and the dark, deadly vibes therein I pretty much shipped Pan exclusively with Felix and/or Hook. I wish I had it in me to go back and refine this whole thing so it makes more sense and isn't so... problematic? But I don't even write on this site these days, let alone OC-pairing fics. Disappointment at lacking updates is the life of fanfiction readers, though, so you can't be too surprised it never happened. I'm still sorry, though, y'all :(

All that being said, I want to warn anyone who stumbles across this nowadays and decides to read that it is heavy. There's dehumanization, possessive behavior out the ass, suicidal thoughts, autonomous self-harm, forced self-harm, suicidal ideation, outright murder, kidnapping, attempted murder, implied/off-screen murder, constant murder threats, etc., and in general a lot of vague attempts at some type of Stockholm Syndrome-esque romance that never really made it far off the ground.

This story isn't indicative of my current writing caliber. I honestly debated even leaving it up because I don't want some kid the age I was when I first wrote it reading it and absorbing any of the bad mentalities/impressions that ended up in it. However, there -somehow- seems to still be love for it, and there was a whole awful lot when it was still being published. For that and my own maudlin nostalgia, I'm gonna leave it up.

I can't thank enough the people who stuck with this and loved it so intensely, then and now. You all were apart of my growth.

For the final time (or first, if you're a new reader), this is Bluemoon, over and out.

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[All Author's Notes in the actual story are from 2016 or before, so please disregard all "updates." The sentiments and thanks still apply, though. Much love, y'all, and enjoy.]]