ROLEPLAY HQ - neverland

Neverland…a place where the young at heart lived forever - filled with landscapes of stunning jungles, beautiful waterfalls, purple mountains, and sparkling teal seas. Of course, there were pirate ships on those rocky waters. Mermaids, too. If you spent some time watching the sunset you often found yourself entranced by the green flash each evening as the sun kissed the ocean. A blip of light illuminating a sherbet filled sky with clouds as tall as skyscrapers. There were many places within Neverland to explore. Caves filled with treasure. Swamps hiding secrets. Fields covered in flowers made just for the fairies. Now that was something Pan loved the most - fairies. There was one in particular named Tink that had an attachment to Pan, the hero of our story. They were an unstoppable duo. Wherever he went, she followed. Lighting his way with her golden aura on moonless nights. Pan was several hundred years in age, yet he lived within the body of an eighteen year old. His curly brown hair and alluring green eyes were striking when caught in the grasp of the sun. He wore the same outfit each day, a simple earth toned shirt with no sleeves and cut off shorts. The thing about Pan was not the fact he had no shadow - it was that he could fly. He could touch the sky with his fingers and caress each cloud whenever he wished. The best part? Tink could follow him there, too. Pan hardly ever missed a sunset without Tink. She was his best friend, always there to jab someone with a sharp stick if they looked at Pan the wrong way. And if we’re being honest, Tink was usually the one to get them into trouble. She often came up with clever ideas that brought them on adventures lasting for days. That is, when Pan wasn’t hanging out with the Lost boys and girls.

8:48 PM

For a while, the Lost ones were children until enough time had passed where their bodies stopped growing at the age of eighteen. Brought into Neverland when the wind swept them into the starry sky. Each of them landed in the realm of imagination as if taken by a dream’s sigh. It was Pan’s job to guide them in this new world, show them the ropes and how to fight off those menacing pirates. The ones who tried desperately to control Neverland and the magic that lived there. All creatures of Neverland relied on magic. It was in their blood. The source of this power remained hidden somewhere within the heart of Neverland, somewhere no one had found - that is…not yet. To find this power would sway the balance of Neverland, and that is where our story begins… Pan rested his back against the bark of a tree, high up on a sturdy branch with one leg dangling off the side. He held a wooden flute in his right hand, pressed to his lips, soft air blowing from his mouth and played for the birds sitting there in the tree. It wouldn’t be long before his fairy companion joined him. She was late, which was unlike her. What could she be up to? Pan expected a good answer when she finally arrived, but until then, he played his flute, filling the air of Neverland with his enchanting music, swaying the hearts of all those that would listen to his song… @Vava

The bright blue sky seemed to swallow up the earth, at least that's what Tink always thought whenever she flew up through the sky. The breeze of the air mixed with the salt of the sea sent her heart soaring. Tink had come to Neverland long ago, so long now that she didn't even really remember the beginning. Tink had found her bestfriend here, a young man named Pan. Pan wasn't exactly a fairy like her, but he definitely wasn't... normal. Then again, what was normal? Tink and Pan spent their days getting into random adventures and getting out of trouble (That she absolutely got them into, even though she would deny it up til the very end). But, in the evenings, when the sun started to go to bed, Tink and Pan would watch the sunset together. However, today, Tink made a mistake. Tink had been on the beach looking for seashells. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that she lost track of time, and now she was absolutely late to watch the sunset! Maybe Pan would forgive her once she showed him the shell she found for him. Tink's see through rainbow wings fluttered rapidly as she flew towards their spot. Their spot was a tree that sat right on the edge of one of the cliff's, giving them a perfect view of the ocean and the sunset. She had a few minutes. She could make it! The seashell was clasped in her hands. Tink's pointed ears perked up as a gentle musical sound began to surround her. Pan's flute. She was close! "Paaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn~" She called, her soft sing songy voice filling the air around them. She saw his foot dangling from the tree branch and she flew up, brushing her fingers along his leg until she was faced to face with him. "I'm here!! I'm sorry I was late. I was looking for shells. I found this one and I had to make sure it was the best one! Look! Look!" She held the shell out to him.

3:29 PM

The shell was an ivory white round shell with a spiral design etched into it. It was smoothe save for the ridges of the spiral. In the center, however, it seemed to make a little 'p'. "P! P for Pan!" She smiled, holding it out for him. "I found it for you." She grinned, her lips curling upwards in an excited smile. Tink was short, standing (or flying if one so chose to say) at only five feet tall. She had the body of an eighteen year old girl, just like all the Lost Boys and Girls. However, Tink was almost always surrounded in a golden glow, a symbol of her magical ability. Her smile though, was even brighter whenever she was around her best friend.

3:29 PM

@Taking Back Luxday

The wind carried notes of the highs and lows of Neverland, Pan’s flute the unspoken heart to a wordless language - getting lost and finding yourself again was a melody he played often. That was the point of this place. Each day filled with adventure. A new challenge. The Lost boys and girls kept themselves entertained by exploring different parts of the land and each night they came back to tell each other their stories. Though, there were other traditions that not all Lost boys and girls were part of…such as watching the sunset. The orange sun sank behind an ocean floor of glittering blue. Its figure grew smaller by the minute and Pan started to wonder if this would be the first time he’d watch the sun fade on his own. The notion of Tink being absent for a sunset made him stop playing the flute. Silence consumed him. The leaves above his head shuddered. And just when Pan’s eyes agreed to a solo moment between him and the sun, the sound of fairy wings danced on the wind. Every fairy had a unique tune when their wings moved, like music, Tink’s was particularly alluring to Pan. There were some fairies he could not be around due to the noise they made, naturally turning him off with irritation. Yet Tink’s wings were made of unfiltered charisma and adored by Pan. There was no one like his fairy - and yes, Tink was his fairy. Pan was particularly possessive over Tink and he was not shy to let others know. Often, the Lost boys and girls would ask Tink to come along on their adventures, and each time a rock was shot at their head, slung from a wooden stick in the shape of a Y that Pan carried at his side, resting at peace next to a knife with the letters P.A.N. etched into the blade. The rock shattered their wish to obtain Tink’s time, which was dedicated to him and him alone.

9:15 PM

Her voice made his eyes soften but her touch on his leg produced a smile. He reached out and took the shell from her hands and studied it carefully. Pretending to judge the shape of the shell as if it weren’t good enough. But his brow raised to partner with a teasing smirk. It was a gift from Tink - of course, it was good enough. “Thank you…” he said while rolling the shell between his fingers. He placed it on the branch next to him wedged between his side and the corner of the tree. Moving his leg over to give Tink some room to sit. “Next time, Tink,” Pan said, swallowing down his emotions. “...don’t be late over a seashell.” The sun waved against the ocean’s unforgiving horizon, slowly slipping away until a blip of green light illuminated the sky. The flash echoed in Pan’s eyes, highlighting his already virescent gaze. Pan and Tink stayed on the tree watching the last bits of candy colors in the sky until their moment together abruptly ended… “You’re the one who is late!” shouted a voice at the bottom of the tree. A Lost boy by the name of Tobin stood with their hands resting on their hips, left foot tapping against the mossy ground, their curly black hair sticking in odd directions from under a chef’s hat, clearly vexed by Pan and Tink’s timing - and they made it known they’d been waiting there for a while. “I’ve prepared a special dinner for you tonight, Pan, the least you could do is be on time!” And with that, Tobin turned around, their apron spinning, and disappeared into the trees. “Last one there has to eat a rotten egg!” Pan said and placed his palm on the center of Tink’s chest, pushing his fairy backward off the branch.

9:15 PM

@Vava

Tink felt a knot of anxiety form in her stomach as Pan looked at the shell. Would he not like it? Would he be upset with her for being late? But, he suddenly smirked at her and thanked her. She giggled and sat down where he had given her room. Tink smiled lightly as he told her not to be late over a seashell. "I won't. I promise, Pan." She even stuck her pinky finger out to him, their pinky promise. The strongest of all promises! She would never break a pinky promise. She'd rather cut off her own arm than break a pinky promise to Pan. As the sun slowly lowered, Tink rested her head on his shoulder, watching the gentle orange and pink glow vanish below the trees. This was always the best part of the day, watching the sunset with Pan. Tink spent almost the entire day with Pan, and ending that day with him was one of the best parts of it too. She didn't get sick of being around him this much. How could you be sick of your best friend? Exactly, you couldn't. Tink had just shut her eyes as the sun disappeared when she heard a very disgruntled Tobin snap at them from down below. Had they been late to dinner? Whoopsie! Tink let out a yelp as she was shoved off of the branch. Her wings fluttered rapidly. "Pan!!!" She laughed, her cheeks turning red due to her wide smile. As she fell, she gained her momentum, and she turned, gracefully gliding across the dirt. She flipped the chef's hat off of Tobin's head as she flew forward, earning a very sharp, "HEY!" as she did. Tink giggled, her wings fluttered and her yellow glow trailing behind her for a split second almost like a trail of sunshine wandered through the bushes behind her. Tink loved their races. Pan usually won, but that didn't mean she didn't try!

6:05 AM

Tink's wings fluttered rapidly, desperately trying to get her caught up with Pan. Their hide out wasn't far from their sunset tree. The hideout was a large tree that had been hollowed out and turned into numerous little rooms for all the Lost Boys and Girls. It was easily hidden within the forest, and if one wasn't looking for it directly, you'd never find it~ Tink flew to the tall tree before she flew through a special entrance made for her and Pan, the only two who could fly. It was a hollowed branch that looped around the club house and then deposited them into the main section of the club. Tink crash landed onto the floor, giggling. "Did I win?! Is he here yet?!" @Taking Back Luxday

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"You’re the first one here,” said Epora, who seemed confused by Tink’s question. “I guess Pan is finally a Lost boy after all!” said Tobin with a chuckle. Tobin grabbed Tink by the arm and guided her to the small wooden stool at the dinner table meant explicitly for her. There were twenty-five seats in total and every single one of them was taken—twelve on each side and one at the head of the table for Pan with a spot for Tink next to him. Everyone sipped on berry juice in golden goblets stolen from pirate ships as Tobin brought large bowls from the kitchen filled with sweet potatoes and serving trays of apple pie. Biscuits and jams, a large roast from wild boar, and mixed vegetables made little to no space left on the surface of the table. The inside of the hideout smelled like a combination of old wood mixed with candied whiffs of mouth-watering food - but no one ate a bite, not until Pan arrived. “How will he be late for a special dinner he asked for?” If anyone was going to scold the Lost boys and girls, it was Epora. Not even Hook stood a chance against Epora when she was angry, yet her swinging fists did little to nothing since Pan could fly - and just when she headed for the stairs to go outside and search for him, she stumbled back with a scream. Pan was upside down with a broad smile on his face, hiding around the corner. He flew into the room and did a back flip, landing in his chair. Pan slammed his fists against the table three times, which meant Let’s Eat!.

12:37 PM

The Lost boys and girls cheered, not because they could finally fill their stomachs, but because of what came next. Now they got to hear the stories of the sea. It was too far for them to travel to the pirate shores, so Pan went there daily to check on Neverland and always came home with a story for his friends. But before he started to speak, and as his friends piled up their plates, he pulled from under the table a single yellow rose. What Tink didn’t realize when she flew into the hideout, Pan remained crouched outside, watching her so he could sneak into the nearby garden and pick a flower for his fairy. The flowers in Neverland carried unique charms - this one, in particular, gave the owner a sense of euphoria for a couple of hours. The edges twinkled like starlight under the warm lantern light of the hideout. He slowly twisted the green stem between his fingers as if teasing Tink with the gift, and then he offered it to her with a smile on his face - the kind she liked, with only half of his mouth doing all the work.

12:37 PM

@Vava

Tink let out a triumphant, "Huzzah!" As she was informed that she was the first one to the tree house. Normally Pan was the winner, but for once in her life she was. It was a miracle among miracles. Tink stood up and brushed the dust and dirt off of her knees and legs. She went over to her seat at the table, patiently waiting for Pan. None of the Lost Boys or Girls ate without Pan. It was a sign of respect but also just good fun to wait for their leader. Epora, one of the oldest Lost Girls, attempted to go find Pan so they could begin eating, but she was surprised at his sudden return. Tink laughed and floated up. "Welcome back, Slow Poke!" She teased, but as her bright crystal eyes landed on the flower in his hand, she gasped. The yellow rose was one of her favorites, and she knew about the euphoria feeling, though that wasn't why it was her favorite. It was her favorite because Pan had helped to grow them. Yellow reminded her of Pan. His bright disposition on life, his larger than life personality, the smile that resembled the sun... Her Pan. Tink smiled and took the flower. She lifted it to her nose and hummed. "Thank you, Pan~ I'll keep it safe." She grinned. She placed the flower delicately behind her left ear, letting it sit gingerly on her head and cradled in her hair. She flew forward and wrapped her thin arms around his frame, hugging him tightly. "You are the best!" She beamed up at him, her smile wider than his, but showing just how much she appreciated and adored him. "Can we eat now?" A very hungry Mirella whined from the table. "You asked for this dinner, Pan! Let's eat already!" The pink haired Lost Girl let out an exaggerated sigh of hunger and displeasure. "We're starving..." @Taking Back Luxday

Everyone dove in all at once. Plates were piled high with delicious food. The Lost boys and girls laughed with delight. They cracked jokes about the rainbow cake in the center of the table and how it was leaning to one side. Tobin, of course, was not amused. He grabbed a clump of cake and threw it directly at Pan’s head for being the first to notice the cake’s flaws. Pan ducked just in time, and the cake went splat. It stuck to the wall, then slid down to the ground with a sloppy thud. He leaned upright and looked over his right shoulder to watch bits of cake tumble to the floor, thrilled he’d avoided impact with Tobin’s revenge - unfortunately, the moment he turned around to show off a great big smile, Tobin threw a second handful of cake at Pan and didn’t miss. The food fight began. Rainbow frosting went everywhere. It coated everyone’s hair, especially Tink because Pan made sure to shove a great big piece into her face. Once everyone was covered in dessert and finished their meal Pan stood up and raised both hands. The Lost boys and girls went quiet. “Thank you for making it to dinner…I wanted us all here tonight because I have a special announcement,” Pan’s eyes twinkled. He pulled something small from his pocket and tossed it to Tobin. “For your troubles,” Pan said with a grin. Tobin was at first confused, unsure what Pan threw at him, but caught it, and when he realized what he was holding, those usually calm eyes turned big with excitement. He positioned the item between his index and thumb and held it up for everyone to see.

6:43 PM

A bright, red, glittering ruby danced in the firelight between his fingers. The Lost boys and girls gasped, and everyone got up. They raced towards Tobin to get a better look. “But where did you find it?” asked Epora. “I found a hideout near the Shores of Calamity Falls. The pirates keep their stolen treasure there. It’s guarded at all hours, but at night, when the moon crosses the top of the mountains, they take shifts, and the entrance isn’t being watched. I say we steal the treasure and give it back to the fairy kingdom.” Pan hadn’t looked at Tink, not until now. He knew this was big news for the Lost boys and girls but even bigger news for her, given the history between the pirates and the fairies. Tobin handed the ruby to Tink out of respect while Pan kept staring at Tink with frosting hanging onto his clothing, face, and hair. “What do you say, Tink? If you say no, we won’t do it.” Pan said, and everyone held their breath, wondering if Tink would agree or think this was a dangerous idea.

6:43 PM

@Vava

Tink was busy wiping frosting and cake crumbs from her face when Pan suddenly tossed a gem to Tobin, as an apology for messing up the hideout, and for dinner. Pan was always good about making up for his mischievousness. Tobin, as well as the other Lost Boys and Girls, gasped as the ruby was revealed. The most important question was asked and answered. The Shores of Calamity Falls, a hideout there was where the ruby had been discovered. Long ago, the Pirates of Neverland had completely raided and destroyed the Fairy Kingdom. They stole all of their treasure, and even killed a multitude of the fairies. Tink had escaped, but not without receiving a large scar on her back. She had almost had her wings cut off... but, Pan had come to her rescue. It was partly why she was his best friend. Besides his personality and his kindness and outlook on life, she owed him her life. Now... they had a chance to get her treasure back. They had a chance to give back to the remaining fairies! Tears filled her eyes. Pan's question rung in the air, and she gave him a determined smirk. She stuck her thumb in the air, giving him a thumbs up. She then shoved her other thumb up too. "Let's go get that treasure!" She yelled in excitement. The Lost Boys and GIrls cheered with excitement. They stamped their feet and pounded their fists on the table, eager to show their enthusiasm for their future event. The Lost Boys and Girls were supporters of the fairy kingdom, and they were honored to help their friend Tink. Especially if Pan was leading them to the fight!! Tink gave Pan a wide smile, though, the thought of her past allowed a tear to slide down her cheek. @Taking Back Luxday

The Lost boys and girls met each evening to plan their quest to Calamity Falls. Over the next several weeks, they created maps and marked the best routes to reach the hideout. Since not everyone could go, the idea was for a couple of them to hike there by foot and over time, and with a lot of patience, steal bits of the treasure piece by piece until everything was returned to the fairy kingdom. “I’m taking Tink to the location first. We’ll scope it out, and if she agrees our plan will work, then we’ll come back and give the signal to go.” The Lost boys and girls went to bed that night dreaming of new adventures soon to unfold. At first light, Pan waited for Tink outside the treehouse. He stood on the ground, arms folded over his chest, watching peculiar bugs crawl in and out of a wooden log. They looked like fuzzy purple caterpillars with great big yellow eyes and large orange wings. Their bright-colored bodies entertained Pan, as the bugs of Neverland often changed shades of color right before his very eyes. As the first lick of sunrise started to peek its head over the ocean, allowing sharp bits of sunshine to flood Neverland, he let one of the bugs crawl onto his finger and held it up to a stroke of sunlight. Once the sunbeam warmed the insect’s exterior, its color transitioned from purple to pink, then burst into a cloud of dazzling stardust. What looked like orange glitter now dotted the wind as the bug’s wings expanded and took immediate flight into the morning air. Eventually, when Tink showed up, she would find Pan standing with the bugs, surrounded by what looked like fancy bursts of tiny fireworks. Strapped to the leather belt on his side were his flute and knife. His green shirt hung lazily over his brown pants, exposing his tan knees. Scratches and dirt lined his ankles just above the thin pair of shoes made of tree bark tied to his feet. Pan was ready to go - now all he needed was Tink.

4:05 PM

@Vava

4:14 PM

In the weeks that followed Pan's announcement, the Lost Boys and Girls all prepared themselves. Maps were made and routes were scouted and prepped. Meanwhile, Tink was doing her best to calm her nerves. It had been so long since she had encountered the pirates, and because of this... she was just terrified. The last encounter she had with the pirates was the time she nearly died. She and Pan had close encounters before, but nothing like when she was alone with the pirates. She stood in her room; a tall tree that was hollowed out into her own little loft area, and a piece of fairy glass as her mirror. Her bed was a hammock made of vines and leaves. She looked in the mirror, her back facing the glass. A long scar ran down between her wings. A missed slash... one that nearly took her wings. A lone tear ran down her cheek and she brushed it away. "No. It's different this time... Pan is with me. He's with me. I'll be alright. I will survive again." She said, giving her cheeks a gentle slap to reenergize herself. She looked out of a small open knot in the wood and she saw the hint of light peeking up above the trees. Pan would be waiting for her. Tink's wings fluttered as she flew towards their meeting place. On her hip was a brown belt made of dead vines. Attached to the belt was a dagger. Something she had stolen from the pirates during her first encounter. She knew they would need some form of protection. She had a bit of magic that she could use, but in the worst case scenario, she needed to be careful. The sun started to rise, but she still had time before the sunrise fully occurred. Tink fluttered up and she saw her best friend standing with numerous bugs around him. The purple caterpillars that danced around Pan's feet emitted their little firework display as the sun touched their fluffs. Tink fluttered behind Pan, reaching for him. She trailed her fingers up and along his back, dancing her fingers up his spine. "Goooooooooooood morning, Pan!" She sang.

2:33 PM

"Are you ready? I'm ready." She said, her smile wide and full of excitement and eagerness. She wanted to make Pan proud. She wanted to take back the treasure that was stolen from her kingdom. She didn't want to disappoint Pan. She moved to stand beside him, her eyes on the caterpillars. "....Whatever happens, Pan," She reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Just know that you are my best friend in the entire universe." She smiled.

Several expressions ran across Pan’s face all at once. His dark eyebrows wriggled enthusiastically as a smile grew, forcing his cheeks to surrender to the dimples there, the ones that only appeared when he was truly happy. Pan’s hand gripped Tinks, their palms a perfect fit, and tightened his hold on her as if their lives depended on it. Without warning, Pan flew into the air leaving the bugs and a swirl of dead leaves to spiral in his wake, carrying Tink into the clouds with a mighty grin. They shot through the trees like a rocket, a good brawl with his shoulder forced the branches back, creating a hole in the canopy top for them to pass through with tiny little leaves fluttering to the ground behind them. A flock of wild birds perched within the tree tops suddenly scattered into the wind. So much for a peaceful morning in Neverland. Like the shape of a DNA strand, Pan wove into the clouds higher and higher, circling a path for this rollercoaster he created as a way for Tink to come along for the ride, making it so his fairy’s toes stretched for Neverland but her eyes carried the reflection of Pan’s wild side. He didn’t lose that smile once they’d reached the clouds either, if anything, it only grew and stayed in place. As if the clouds were made of soft blankets, Pan settled down within one of them. White floofy fluffy stuff rolled over his legs as he peered over the edge and studied Neverland, now bathing in warm golden morning sunlight. His right index finger pointed to an area next to the emerald green forest where the landscapes of sparkling neon waterfalls cascaded along the purple mountains.

8:04 PM

“It’s over there,” he said to Tink. His arm wrapped around his fairy’s waist and pulled her close to him so she could see exactly what he was pointing to. Pan also enjoyed the way Tink smelled, so that’s probably why he held her like she was his teddy bear. Devious devil wasn’t shy about being close with his fairy and made effort every day to remind all of Neverland that she was his and no one elses. To Pan, she reminded him of one of the rare flowers from the enchanted gardens - no one smelled like Tink, and if he was not careful, could easily get high off of the fairy pollen from her wings. “We should start at the firefly fields and work our way towards the mountains. Once the sun goes down, we move in through the trees and wait for them to change shifts.” Pan rolled away from Tink and disappeared into the cloud wisps. He was suddenly gone. Or was he? Silently, and with great stealthy ninja-like moves, he reappeared behind her and it was an ambush. He tackled Tink into the waves of cotton candy clouds and pinned her down into the misty surface. Clearly amused with himself, he pressed his weight down on her body and enjoyed the view of her being his cloud prisoner. “What do you say Tink?” Pan asked, folding his arms over his chest. His left eyebrow arched straight into the middle of his forehead. Pan was a pompous jerk and everyone knew it. The grin exposing part of his teeth, the tip of his canines, didn’t help either. “You have any better ideas on how to go about getting the treasure back or do we stick with my plan and wait until dark?”

8:04 PM

@Vava

8:38 PM

Tink yelped as she hit the clouds. One would think that a cloud wasn't safe enough to hold a being, however, these clouds were unlike other clouds. They could easily hold a human's weight; but it also didn't hurt that she and Pan had some fairy dust to help. She looked up at the cocky smirk of Pan, and her own little smirk tugged at her pink lips. She wiggled her hips under him just enough to move her feet under his legs. As her feet found purchase under him, she kicked up, flipping him off of her. She climbed onto Pan, pinning his wrists down to the cloud. "Hmmm. I think I have an idea. But, you're gonna have to follow me to see it! Come on, Pan!" She laughed, pushing up from the clouds. Her wings rapidly fluttered, lifting her up into the sky. Tink and Pan were on a cloud that was far enough from the pirate's hideaway, but it was close enough that she felt confident they could make it in just a few minutes. Tink's wings fluttered quickly, keeping her ahead of Pan, for now at least... As they flew through the air, she decided to actually think of her plan. She had an idea, but she wanted him to see that she wasn't useless. She could lead. She could be useful. A short while later, Tink's directional intuition was spot on. She suddenly stopped and shot upwards in a straight line, breaking through another row of clouds. Now standing above the two sets of clouds, Tink guided them over to a particularly large one. Peeking her head over, she looked down, and the two could easily see the pirate ships below. "Alright... So, my plan is this." She turned to Pan, pointing two fingers at him, then turning them back to her, indicating for him to look at her. "What we should do is watch the pirates for a little bit. See how they behave and when they change shifts. Every hour? Every two? Who knows!"

3:30 PM

She threw her hands up to the sky. "Then, when they are all gone down below deck, we sneak down to the treasure cache over the clouds. When we get to the cache, we just drop." Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "We can then take as much treasure as possible, even all of it if we can handle it, and then... then we run as fast as possible!

3:30 PM

The summersault flip thing Tink did was rather impressive, her hands pinning his wrists into the clouds and all - of course he liked it, the amusement in his eyes hid nothing and neither did his smile. When she took off into the clouds, her wings doing that super fast flutter bit, he followed closely behind to keep up with her. The sound of her wings guided him through the foggy parts of the cloud, and when he’d lose sight of her in the billowing white haze, he always knew which direction she’d gone thanks to the music of her wings. After he heard Tink’s plan, he exclaimed, “Exactly! We need to figure out their timing.” He rose into the air and switched sides with Tink to get a better view. “Strange…” he muttered to her. Pan rubbed his chin and then combed his hair with his fingers, scratching his head as if he were annoyed. When he was done, most of his hair stuck straight up or in odd directions. “There didn’t use to be this many ships,” Pan pointed to the shore where the pirates usually undocked their cargo and carried it into the jungle. From there, the secret entrance to the treasure was hidden among the trees, and that’s where Pan saw the opportunity to steal it back. “Let’s get a closer look and see if their hideout is being guarded by one or two dried up pieces of troll dung.” Pan grabbed his fairy’s hand and rocketed towards Neverland. They spiraled through the clouds weaving in and out with an occasional outburst from Pan shouting his undying love for flying. Pan aimed for the tree line where the branches were thick and covered in strange moss, feet treading lightly on the landing, and took refuge there. He looked over his shoulder while keeping his back pressed to the bark, peering around the corner of the tree.

7:50 PM

Two pirates sat against the side of a rocky mountain, both passed out, and in between them was a sheet of green vines hiding the secret passage that led to the treasure. Pan eyed the empty bottles of rum next to their sprawled feet. “It’s in there,” he told Tink, and when he looked back at her, a dangerous glimmer sparkled in his eyes. “Dare me to go in while they’re sleeping?”

@Vava

Tink and Pan slowly dropped to the ground and their gazes landed on the cave that contained the pirate's stolen loot. Two guards, both overweight and out of shape, lay on the ground snoring with a bottle of rum in between them. Tink shook her head, her soft white blond hair swishing as she did. "Drunkards." Pan's words made her smirk and she poked his ribs, "I triple dog dare you," She then gave him a wide smile. "to go inside with me." She reached for his hand and took it in hers. Tink then flew back over the trees and to the edge of the cliff where the cave sat. From there, Tink slowly fluttered her wings so that she lowered herself to the cave's entrance. Pan's hand still in hers, she opened the vines with one hand. The vines made a few leaves rustle and Tink froze, her eyes wide. She looked down to the two guards. One snorted, let out a loud and disgusting fart, which made Tink gag, and then he rolled over to continue sleeping. "I hate pirates..." She whispered to Pan. With that, she pulled him inside... The cave was dark, but had several torch scones lined along the walls. This gave the cave an eerie orange glow. The sound of water dripping onto the floor sounded further down into the cave. Tink's soft yellow glow gave off more light, so they could see well enough. Giving Pan's hand a squeeze, she gulped. A cold bead of sweat ran down her neck. "Ready...?" She whispered. Wings fluttering, Tink glided forward, her eyes open and alert as she kept a look out for any other pirates. She didn't see any, nor did she hear any. The cave's entrance was a long tunnel that opened up into the main section. The cave's belly was massive, but, sitting in the direct center, sat a massive hoard of jewels, coins, goblets, trinkets, and statues! Anything of value that one could imagine was here. Tink's eyes widened. A soft gasp left her lips. "Pan!" She smacked his arm in excitement, her glow getting even brighter. "Look at it! There's so much!"

6:25 AM

Tink released Pan's hand and she flew over to the large pile. She dropped to her knees, landing on the large hoard. She scooped them up, overwhelmed at the chance of being able to see so much treasure! It wasn't greed that flooded Tink's veins, but pure excitement. Her people had been stolen from, her own body scarred and marked from the attack. The Lost Boys and Girls had been attacked. Pan had been attacked... all for this. If they took it back, they could do so much good. They could return it to where it came from, and distribute the rest to those who needed it! Tink stood and waved her hand to Pan, beckoning him to come down. In her excitement, she didn't see the stray pirate that had been taking inventory for Hook... Not until she a searing pain in her shoulder. Tink lurched forward, a choked gasp filling the air. She slowly looked down to her left shoulder, and she saw an arrow head sticking out of her shoulder. Tink's head whipped around and she saw the pirate aiming another arrow at her. "PAN! Run!" She screamed, flying high into the air. Blood streamed down her air and tears danced down her cheeks. She had been so careless! If she had just looked, she would have seen the pirate!! "Pa-" She cried out as another arrow was shot into her right shoulder. It didn't pierce through, but it hit right by her wing. She plummeted down about fifteen feet, crashing hard onto the pile of coins. She panted hard, her wings flapping painfully. She couldn't lift herself. The pain in her shoulders was too great... She saw the pirate approaching, his evil smirk evident. "Gotcha, you fucking fairy..." Tink whimpered, pulling herself with her arms towards where she had been with Pan. @Taking Back Luxday

Must have been the fairy dust because Pan tagged along without question. Tink’s slender hand wrapped around his, and all hesitation regarding their dangerous plan evaporated into thin air - he followed her toward the cave’s entrance, peering over Tink’s wings to ensure the two jiggly puddles of jello were still sleeping. Empty bottles of rum, check. Two sleeping bags of potatoes, check check. Unusually terrible gas from uncontrollable farting, check check check. Pan and Tink were good to go. They moved past the hanging vines and slipped into the quiet shadows, soon the pair were in the belly of the cavern surrounded by hills of treasure. Rocks, weak and crumbling with cracks, broken down from the rain over the years, created tiny holes in the cavern's ceiling, providing gateways to the outside that allowed pillars of light to pour into the darkness. Several yellow columns of sunshine illuminated the treasure and made the stolen items glitter. Their shine twinkled in Pan’s eyes, so when Tink eventually let go of his hand, he stood there watching the hoard of jewels dance with sunlight. Pan didn’t know where they would start and began to realize it would take years for them to reclaim everything the fairies lost. Even with the help of their entire crew, getting everything back would take decades! Speechless, Pan picked up one single gold coin and turned it around in his hand, smiling, pleased he and his fairy managed to get this far on their first attempt. Everything was perfect until the sound of Tink’s agony crushed his smile, and before he could turn to see what happened, the side of Pan’s face came into contact with a large wooden bat. The pirate, old and fat, standing behind Pan with crooked teeth, swung and knocked Pan out cold. The code was simple. If Pan or a fairy were caught, they were to be given to Hook alive.

6:59 PM

“You know the drill!” snarled one of the two pirates. They were the stinkier of the two and had a black patch covering their right eye. His gnarly fingers unwound a bit of rope and started to tie Pan’s hands and feet. They spit on the ground next to Pan and, once he was secured, began yelling at the other pirate to hurry up and bind the fairy. The pirate, a 10/10 dusty cunt, grabbed Pan and hoisted him over a shoulder with a grunt. They hobbled out of the cavern, turning their silhouette into a worthy disgrace. Pan’s head hung toward the ground with a trickle of blood dotting the way, leaving a crimson trail for the second pirate to follow. Laughter echoed against the walls of the hideout, reverberating notes of evil and pleasure. “Tonight, we feast! Hook will throw a celebration in my honor! I will be rewarded for capturing this fairy-lover, the lost boy known as Pan!” They hacked up some flem, gargling it in their throat and spit it out. “To the ship!” Gently rocking back and forth, the ship, known as the Jolly Roger, swayed gracefully on top of the teal surface of Neverland’s ocean, patiently waiting for the two pirates, Tink, and Pan to arrive…

6:59 PM

@Vava

Tink's eyes widened as she saw the second pirate appear, a large wooden bat in his hands. "Pan! Pan, no!" She screamed as the sound of wood hitting flesh and bone reverberated in the cavern. She paused for just a second, and as the second pirate, the one that fired two arrows into her back, approached she turned and flailed her arms, using her finger nails to scratch the man's face. Blood ran down his face from his forehead to his chin as she ran her nails into his flesh, four large scratches tearing his skin apart. The pirate fell back and screamed, grabbing his face. Tink scurried to the edge of the cliff where she had leapt down from. She grabbed at the rocks with her hands, desperately trying to pull herself up. Her wings fluttered rapidly as they tried to carry her back up, but the pain in her back refused to let up. Even the adrenaline in her system wasn't enough. Her scrambling attempts gave the pirate enough time to recover. The pirate grabbed Tink by the neck, squeezing hard. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a thick cloth. He covered Tink's nose and mouth with it, pressing hard as the thrashing Fairy writhed in his hold. After a moment, Tink's body went limp and her vision went black. The pirate dropped her onto the pile of coins while he went to grab some rope... ~~~ Tink and Pan were were tied to two masts of the Jolly Roger. Their ankles were bound to their wrists, ensuring that they couldn't stand even if their bodies were freed from the masts. Tink's eyes fluttered as she let out a small moan of agony. Her head was swimming. She could feel the gentle bounce of the ship as it bobbed along the water. Wait, water? Ship? Her eyes opened wide and she gasped, looking around. Several fat, old, and greasy pirates leered at her, their crooked and broken teeth stained with the rum that they gulped down. Tink swallowed nervously, looking over at Pan. He had blood dripping down his head. His beautiful brown hair was even tussled more than usual.

6:11 AM

"P-Pan? Wake up... come on. Wake up. I need you to wake up." She whimpered. One of the pirates kicked her legs. "Shuddap! He ain't dead. Yet." He sneered. Tink glared daggers at the man. She spit at the pirate that kicked her, only for the pirate to raise his hand and back hand her. Tink coughed as the pain seared through her face. "Fucking little-" "Charlie." Charlie froze, as did all the other pirates. A tall man in a crimson red coat and matching wide brim hat appeared in the center between the other pirates. He was a stark contrast to the dirty sea robbers. The man was tall, muscular yet lean, and his rich appearance made him stand out like a sore thumb. Then again, the most unnerving part of him was the shiny golden hook that replaced his left hand. Hook. Captain Hook. He walked over to Pan and Tink, his polished black boots thudding heavily on the sea salt stained wood of his ship. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, looking between Pan and Tink. He crouched down and reached his hook out, placing its curve under Pan's chin, tilting his head up. "Finally caught you, Mr. Pan," He chuckled darkly. Tink felt her heart slam into her chest. "Let go. Let go! Get your disgusting hook off of him!" She shouted. Hook's eyes moved to Tink, their vicious yellow color burning like Hell Fire. "Now now, little one. It's alright. I'm not going to hurt him. Not yet, anyway." He smirked. Tink felt anger bubble in her veins. "You monster!" "Someone gag her. Her voice is grating on my ears." One of the pirates quickly tied a cloth over Tink's mouth, muffling her growls and screams as she thrashed against the mast. "Captain? Should we do something about this?" "Leave her. She'll tire herself out anyway. Reserve your strength, gentlemen. Our guests will be more lively soon." He laughed, standing and walking back towards the wheel. @Taking Back Luxday

A gust of salty air circled its way along the creaking floorboards of the ship, creating a tiny tornado of fairy dust at Tink’s feet. The particles found their way to Pan’s nose, and without warning, he sneezed himself awake. Only, he wasn’t free. His body jerked against the ropes, wrists aching from the bindings, feeling the cuts and bruises along his arms - and his head, god damn, the pain pounding there was so loud Pan couldn’t hear anything but the sound of blood rushing through his skull. “Finally awake?” asked a pirate with missing teeth, bad breath, and no personal space. Their hideous smile left an impression on Pan, making them his first target when he got out of this chaos. The pirate took a fist full of Pan’s curly brown hair and yanked his head back. Their bushy grey eyebrows wiggled at Pan with excitement. “Hook! He’s awake!” shouted several pirates, more than Pan could count. They were everywhere chanting for their Captain. They swung from ropes, crawled from under the ships’ cargo bay, and cracked open a wooden barrel of ale. “Drink up, Pan, you’re going to need it!” but Pan kept his mouth closed. Even when they tried to pry his lips open, he refused. With his teeth clenched, the beer went everywhere. Over his face, down his clothes, inside his nose, choking him when inhaling through both nostrils, blinding him as small pools stuck to the hood of his eyelids. Pan shook his head, and a spiral of ale rained into the wind. “Give the fairy some!” Now it was Tink’s turn. The pirates put their filthy hands on his fairy’s throat and chin, craning her head back, and used their disgusting fingers to pry her mouth open. The sound of fairy dust being shaken off her wings mixed with a drunkard's pleasure caused Pan to rage. His face was red with anger as he thrashed against the bindings, threatening to kill anyone who touched her.

6:11 PM

The pirates laughed, having drowned his fairy with toxic waste - fairies could not digest such liquids and would poison Tink. This was an unspoken fact everyone knew, which is why making an attempt to kill his fairy would cause Pan to act in ways he promised he never would. The pirates suddenly scattered to the ship's sides as Hook appeared from around a corner. His walk was evenly paced, with a bounce on each step. The wicked smile on his face was full of arrogance as he boasted to his nemesis. “Pan…” he mused with a joyful laugh, then gave his crew an order to set sail. “Boys, take us out to sea!” The ship pulled away from shore, and the boat rocked harder against the uneven water. ”We’ve been waiting for you, Pan. Did you really think you could steal my treasure without us noticing? And to leave it guarded by only two men?” He stood in front of Pan and scoffed, judging the sticky beer dripping from the sides of Pan’s face with amusement. “You’re a fool, Pan…and now your plan has cost you everything.” Pan tried to look at Tink, but Hook was blocking her from his view with his stupid face and ridiculous hat. “Let her go and keep me, Hook - it’s me you want, she has nothing to do with this!” “Oh no no no, Pan, we have big plans for her - you on the other hand…” and once Hook nodded towards the side of the ship, three pirates untied him from the mast, keeping his arms and legs bound with rope, and tossed him over the ship’s edge. A splash of water rose into the air, followed by a moment of silence, then a round of cheering ensued from the pirates on board. Hook gave the order to set sail and waved goodbye to Pan, who was steadily sinking to the bottom of the ocean. The ship grew small as it sailed further away from the shores of Neverland, and before Hook went to his chamber, he looked over his shoulder and grinned. His focus was on the fairy. “Clean her up, then bring her to my quarters…”

6:12 PM

@Vava

Tink's eyes widened as the pirates pried Pan's mouth open, only to fill it and soak him with ale. Then... it was her turn. Tink's eyes widened as she clamped her mouth shut in a desperate attempt to keep the ale out of her mouth. Ale was extremely toxic to fairies, and these pirates were attempting to kill her with it! Several gulps of ale were forced down her throat as the pirates crushed her nose with their sticky and dirty fingers, forcing her to breathe the ale. Her wings were on fire as the dust was being shaken off of them, the ale essentially like an acid to her. She screamed in agony, her legs and arms trashing as much as possible in their bindings. Her hair was tussled and matted from thrashing and tears ran down her reddened cheeks. The pain flooded her senses. All she could do was scream as the ale burned her inside and out. She lurched forward, vomiting onto the ship's floor. The vomiting did nothing to relieve her pain. A horrific ritual would commence; Tink would retch, and then she would scream or sob, and then retch once more. Then she would retch even though her stomach had no ale left. The toxic liquid had soaked into her skin and clothes. The smell alone was enough to make her throw up. Now... to have it in her system...

3:50 PM

Bleary eyes watched as Pan was spoke to by Hook. She was so delirious from the ale that she couldn't process what was being said. After a few minutes, Pan was untied. Were they letting them go? They could go home! They were free- But, wait... no. Pan was being untied but only by the main lines. His ankles and feet were still bound. The pirates carried him to the edge of the ship. Without hesitation, they hurled Pan overboard. "PAN!"A sharp feminine shriek blasted through the air. Tink's lungs burned just like her wings. Her heart exploded. Pan couldn't swim while being tied up! No! If he didn't get free he would drown! "Get him!! Someone bring him back! Please!!" No one moved. No one moved a muscle to aid Tink. The pirates merely cheered in celebration as Pan sank towards the ocean floor. Though, as she screamed with sorrow, pain, and fear, one of the pirates whacked her on the head with the back of a dagger. Tink let out one small whimper before she slipped into unconsciousness. ~~~~

3:50 PM

Tink awoke once more, though she was unsure how long she had been out for this time. However, she was now dressed in a clean white shirt, one that was several sizes bigger than her. Her wounds were tended to and she was cleaned from head to toe. She immediately went into high alert. She sat up quickly, realizing she was on a bed. But, who's bed? Everything was fuzzy... She looked around the room and saw a large four poster bed, a desk, and several dressers and wardrobes. Then, she saw the artwork. A large self portrait... of Captain Hook. Her blood ran ice cold. Her blue eyes widened in terror. "N-No....Pan? P-Pan! Pan, please! Where are you?" She tried to fly, but she immediately dropped to the ground. Her wings had been tied!! "Bastards..." She hissed. She tried to reach behind her back to undo the ties but she couldn't reach them, and the knots were tight. It was at that point that she heard the door to the room open. She gasped, turning and looking around. What could she use as a weapon? She needed a weapon! On the desk was a small dagger, so she rushed to it, grabbing the small blade and brandishing it. She aimed the blade at the door, preparing to strike at whoever walked in. @Taking Back Luxday

The red sky with streaks of orange clouds disappeared under a sudden wave of blue water. A gush of tiny bubbles spiraled around Pan as he sunk into the frigid sea. The pirates made sure to bind Pan’s feet with jinxed weights before dumping him so he couldn’t fly. The weights pulled him down fast. He struggled against the rope on his wrists while doing his best not to let go of the air in his lungs. Pan’s eyes burned from the salt water. He saw fish, possibly a few dolphins in the distance, but nothing else, and everything was growing dark. The sunset above grew smaller, and it was only a matter of time before any daylight would be missing. Neither the sun, moon, or stars could reach Pan where he was headed - straight for a trench. The butthole of the sea. Any warmth from the surface eventually diminished, and soon Pan was surrounded by cold darkness. He lost track of where the ship was and that’s what sparked a breakdown. His heart pounded against his chest with angry adrenaline. It wasn’t that he thought he would die down here - it was that he didn’t know where they were taking Tink and why. Hook had kidnapped his fairy and he was irate. A sudden snap of the rope on his wrists set his hands free. From behind, dainty fingers touched the side of his face, turning him around to meet a pair of glowing teal eyes. They were perfect. Then again, all mermaid features were. They kissed Pan to offer him some air. The downside? Mermaids liked to play games.

1:40 PM

This one wouldn’t untie his legs unless Pan kissed her the way she wanted. Everyone knew Pan. Mermaids were obsessed with him. If he flew above the ocean, he could be sure there would be one following nearby. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful for the mermaid, but at a time like this, the game she wanted to play was a dangerous one. And not for him, but for her. In the middle of the ocean…he was drowning, losing his fairy, and he had to find a way to entertain a god damn mermaid. Pan felt a surge of animosity, and the mermaid did not appreciate his resistance to go along with her plan. So being a cunt, she wrapped her arms around Pan’s torso and purposely dove deeper with the intention of making him drown. It wasn’t until Pan placed his hands on the mermaid's lower back did she slow to a stop, finally getting her wish for Pan to cooperate, his grip on her body was enticing. His hair moved around with the tide left to right, all wavy and distorted, but mermaids seemed to like that. She played with the strands and gave him another kiss of breath, but this time she lingered, waiting in hopes of getting what she wanted. Pan moved his hands from her lower back to the curves of her hips and let his thumbs press into the area around her bones. Guiding his stroke up her stomach, between her breasts until finding her neck. There he held the mermaid in place and kissed her the way she wanted. Slowly. With patience and even let her get to know his tongue. This simple trick of the mouth made the mermaid’s tail spin in a frenzy which sent them soaring towards the ocean’s surface. Mermaids…Pan both adored and detested them.

1:40 PM

The barrier of water finally broke and Pan shouted Tink’s name, but she was nowhere. The ship was nowhere. He was nowhere. The mermaid bobbed up and down next to Pan with a smile, keeping a hand on him so he didn’t sink again. “Which way did they go?” He demanded while struggling to get the weighted rope off his legs, “Untie the rest!” But the mermaid turned that spiteful smile into a smirk, “No.” is all she said. Well fuck me. Pan stared at her incredulously. He had his hands free so without warning he went to her throat and started to choke her. She thrashed but Pan was stronger than her and filled with hatred. A strange call for help didn’t make it out of her crushed vocal cords either. Pan squeezed so hard he thought the mermaid's eyes were going to pop out of her candy colored skull. Her teal hair knotted as Pan’s fury drove him to kill her. A pool of unapologetic crimson blood sputtered around them from his fingernails digging into her thin skin, and once the mermaid was a lifeless body in his arms, Pan tore off one of the scales from her fat tail and discarded the body. Switching places, now it was her who would sink to the bottom of the sea to swim with the fishes. He used the jagged scale to cut the rope from his feet and instantly shot into the air with freedom. Water tumbled back into the ocean under him. He was drenched with salt water and had no idea where the ship was. Pan rubbed his face, fingers in his hair and screamed. Neverland trembled…every being living there felt a quake of Pan’s agony rumble throughout the cracks of their world, letting everyone know something terrible had gone wrong.

1:40 PM

@Vava

The door to the bedroom opened and in stepped the man that shattered Tink's world; Captain Hook. He held a bottle in his good hand. It was a dark glass bottle, but Tink couldn't smell any alcohol. Was it rum? She didn't know, but her throat ached for something cool to soothe it, especially after throwing up earlier. Hook was wearing his deep red coat, his black and red striped pants, and a clean white shirt, one similar to what Tink was wearing now. "Good afternoon, little one. You look well rested." He said, giving her a small smirk. Tink glared even harder, her arm tense and her blade aimed at the bastard. Hook didn't even seemed fazed by the blade, and he truly wasn't. Losing his hand faired far worse than being stabbed by an eating utensil. He extended his hand, holding out the bottle to Tink. "It's water." He assured. Tink, still on the offensive, merely pointed the blade. "Drink it. Prove it." She hissed. Hook nodded and sipped it. "See?" He chuckled. He set the bottle on the desk. Tink grabbed the bottle. She lifted it to her nose and sniffed it. There was nothing that she could smell... So, she took a small sip. The water was cool and crisp and clean... and so... in a moment of sheer stupidity... Tink took a gulp, and then another... and another... until the bottle was empty. What had come over her? She panted softly.

10:44 AM

"Why...Why didn't you kill me? You killed...You killed-" "Pan. Yes, as real shame. He would have been a good pirate. But he was far too obsessed with... fairies." He said, wrinkling his nose. Tink growled, and Hook chuckled, "Apologies. Where are my manners? He was unable to change his thinking. Now... you... you on the other hand, little one," He approached Tink. He was nearly two feet taller than her, and he easily stood over her. "You are the real one that I want." Tink glared daggers, her pale blue eyes narrowing. "Why?" Hook cupped her chin between the hook, the cool metal almost stinging her skin, "All in due time, little one, all in due time." Tink growled, raising her arm. However, as she did, she felt her insides throb. She gasped, dropping to her knees. Her wings spasmed, and she dropped the knife. Her limbs felt heavy. She coughed hard, attempting to vomit up the water. Hook chuckled darkly. "Don't even try it. The tincture that my men came up with is unable to be expelled from the body. Your wings, and limbs, are now essentially filled with lead. Good luck flying with all that 'weight.'" He laughed. Tink tried to stand, but she merely collapsed. "B-Bastard... You bastard!" She yelled. Hook easily lifted her up by the arm. He shoved her onto the bed. "Rest up, little one. You'll need your... strength." He cackled before he turned and left the room, shutting and locking his door. Tink laid back on the bed, an agonized scream clawing its way from her throat. "PAN!!" She wailed, desperately. She needed him... and he...he was gone...

10:44 AM

~~~ As Pan screamed above the ocean, Neverland begun to tremble. The Lost Boys and Girls that stayed by the beaches to observe the pirates heard Pan first. Mirella and Tobin were ducked behind bushes, and when they heard the scream of their leader, they knew something had gone horribly wrong. Something had gone horrifically wrong. "P-Pan?" Mirella said nervously. "Pan!" Tobin dove from the bushes and ran to the beach. The pirates ships had vanished now, so he wasn't afraid of being caught. "Pan! Pan, what happened?" He called. Mirella was shaking. Her small frame jumped from the bushes and she ran back to the treehouse, "Epora! Epora! Help! There's been an emergency!! Please! Everyone get to the beach!!" She screamed, tears running down her cheeks.

10:44 AM

@Taking Back Luxday

Barely making it back to the white shores of Neverland, his knees hit the sand with sudden impact, and Pan surrendered to an ambush of uncontrollable anguish. Both calloused hands became lost within the beach as he dug his fingers into the pebbles, releasing another agonizing cry of pain. His head hung forward and his brown hair reached for his knees, dripping, drenched with salt from the ocean, with streams sliding down his face as he gave a gut-wrenching sob. Pan wasn’t weak for crying. He loved Tink more than anything, and he felt foolish for putting what he cared for most into danger. When the lost boys and girls finally got to the beach, Tobin, Mirella, and Epora already stood twenty feet away from Pan’s breakdown. They were nervous and did not want to approach him. No one dared touch Pan for fear he’d hurt them by accident. There had been times when Pan lost his temper due to not getting his way, but he’d never been pulled away from Tink before - it was unthinkable, and consoling him would be considered a road to death. The members of his crew felt his emotions as they were all connected within Neverland and their sad eyes remained lowered out of respect for their leader or focused on the horizon in the unlikely event one of them would see the ship and send good news, but that moment never happened. Pan looked over his right shoulder, glaring at the sea - glaring at the empty blue water with rising waves and no ship in sight. Everyone knew that once Hook’s ship set sail, it could not be found. Pan rose to his feet where his cruel shadow claimed the ground around him.

10:58 AM

It wasn’t that the lost boys and girls were useless in this situation, they just didn’t know what to do or what to say. Finally, Pan gathered himself and told them what happened. That the treasure was a trap for Tink, that he assumed they wanted to kidnap her to hurt him. In the midst of sharing the details with his friends, he cursed Hook - and even though the Captain was nowhere near them, everyone knew Hook could hear Pan’s promise to kill him for what he’d done. Pan devised a plan to retrieve Tink with the lost boys and girls. He instructed them to go to the tides of Artica, a similar phenomenon to the Bermuda Triangle, though in Neverland, Artica had residents known to control the sea in ways that not even Pan understood. If anyone knew where that ship was - they would. His friends memorized the plan and bolted. They took off from the beach, running in the direction of Artica, all except for one. Epora stayed behind and tried to convince Pan he needed someone by his side. “You can’t fly,” he reminded her coldly, purposely insulting her for suggesting she take Tink’s place. Good intentions could not survive during the fire of chaos, and Epora shrunk back with tears. She ran towards Artica, feeling stupid she didn’t listen to Pan’s orders the first time. The flavor of a crush turned bitter, as Epora was secretly enamored with Pan, but who wasn’t. He didn’t fucking care if he hurt her feelings, all he cared about was getting his fairy back.

10:58 AM

Pan’s feet left the ground and soon he was in the air flying. He headed to all of his favorite spots that he used to go to with Tink. He thought that maybe if she’d escaped she would be waiting at one of them. He checked the hideout, the field of golden flowers, the tree with twisting branches they sat on for sunsets, the shores Tink often collected seashells at, but she was not at any of them, and Pan felt a stab of horror cut him open in the center of his chest - he was never going to see Tink again. He went to the only place he could grieve, which was an enchanted waterfall where he first met Tink. Fury and despair clenched his heart and just when he was going to destroy something there, a soft voice spoke his name... “Pan…I know why he took her,” said a water nymph from behind one of the rocks. She poked her head around the side, fearful of Neverland’s Pan, her aqua-colored hair floated around her bare shoulders and over her beautiful chest, breasts hidden by shells, and her tanned skin shimmered as if it were covered in fairy dust - letting Pan know this creature had been claimed by the Fairy Kingdom, a palace he was banished from. “She has something he needs,” the water nymph continued, “she’s special, Pan, and if Hook succeeds with his plan, Tink’s home will be destroyed.” Pan flew to the nymph, landed on a rock, looked down at her, and demanded to know more. “Where is he taking her?” And the way he asked the gentle creature made her tremble, the truth of it, there was no one more terrifying in Neverland than Pan. “TELL ME!” “I swear I only know this! She is special, my owner told me so, fairies spoke of her being the key to the secrets of Neverland.”

10:58 AM

“That is a legend, no one believes in those stories. There are no secrets in Neverland,” there couldn’t be. “The Fairy Kingdom knows she is missing, they know Hook has her, all of Neverland felt your pain,” the nymph was trying not to cry as she looked into Pan’s hateful eyes. “You must go to the Fairy Kingdom and ask for their help.” “I cannot do that, I am forbidden from going ther-” “You must!” the nymph climbed the rock that Pan stood on and wrapped her thin arms around one of his legs, holding onto him tenderly. She looked up at him with humble eyes, and the sound of the waterfall drowned out the silence between them. She pleaded with Pan. “She will die if you don’t and Hook will obtain access to the secrets of Neverland if you refuse! You must go! You must try! All creatures will suffer if you do not do this, Pan, we will all fall under Hook’s control. Please, go there, go now, go save Tink!” She let go of Pan as he took off into the sky, her heart full of dread and hope as he flew in the direction of the Fairy Kingdom…

10:58 AM

@Vava

Hook did not return for several hours. In the mean time, Tink tried to fight the toxin that he had injected into her body. She was desperate to get out of this room and off this ship! She writhed on the bed, but her limbs felt so heavy. They felt as if they had been filled with rocks, and she laid back on the bed, panting with exhaustion. As she lay on the bed, tears ran down her face. She just wanted to get back up. She wanted Pan to come help her... She wanted to go home. Suddenly, there was a painful ache in her chest. One that resonated deeper than her physical body. An ache that hurt her soul. It felt as if her soul was being torn in half. Pan...Pan was in pain. He was in pain, but he was alive. "Pan!" Tink rolled onto her side, but she collapsed onto the ship's floor. She grunted as her head hit the wood. She whimpered and she dragged herself across the floor towards the wall. "Pan! Pan! I'm here! Please! Please help me! Pan!" She screamed. She screamed again and again until her voice was hoarse... but Pan wouldn't be able to hear her. She knew that... and yet... she had hoped. Tink laid on the floor and sobbed. She just wanted to go home. She missed Pan. She was terrified of what had happened to both of them. She could feel his pain, and she knew that he could feel hers. The ache in her chest didn't go away, but it dulled down to a dull throb. She laid there for who knows how long, just miserable. The toxin wasn't wearing off, and it pissed Tink off. Hours later, or maybe even days, Tink would never know, the door opened. Hook... He walked into the room. He was holding a glass of water and a bowl of broth. He set them down on the floor, just about twenty feet in front of her. "Oh, little one, did you fall out of the bed?" He smirked. He walked over to Tink and grabbed her by the back of the shirt. Tink growled angrily and she attempted to swing at him, but the weight in her arms made her limbs just flail lazily.

3:29 PM

He dropped her onto the bed. "If you can crawl to the food and water, it's yours." He chuckled. "But, first thing's first... I'll make a deal with you." Tink's eyes narrowed. "If you tell me how to unlock the secret's of Neverland... I'll let you go. Free of charge. But, only after it works." He sneered. "No two way streets without results." He reached for Tink's cheek, but she turned and bit at him. "I don't know anything about that. Now release me. NOW." She snarled. Hook scoffed. "Wrong. You do know. All fairies do." "I don't." Tink hissed. Hook suddenly grabbed her face, hard enough that her cheeks would be bruised. "Tell me. Now." Tink spat in his face and Hook back handed her. He was wearing several rings which cut and bruised her delicate face. "You'll tell me soon... I just know it." He spat. With that... Hook turned and left, leaving Tink on the bed, blood dripping from her mouth. The food and water was still on the floor... @Taking Back Luxday

“Tell me it’s true…” said a man sitting on a throne decorated with diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, and rubies. Golden rings adorned their tanned hands, wearing a purple robe with golden embroidery traveling down the sides. His hair was a crisp black, slick, cut short on the sides and pulled back to expose a pair of striking blue eyes that seemed to never forgive. The Fairy King was a cunning man, and he did not tolerate people who broke his rules - people like Pan, who was banished from his kingdom for stealing away one of his prized possessions…rumor had it Tink was once engaged to the King, that is, until Pan convinced her to join him with the lost boys and girls. So when the King’s servant, Arimora, said that Pan was standing at their gates, you can imagine the annoyance on his face. “Then it’s true then,” the King spat. “...Tink has been taken, and he seeks our help. An opportunity for us, it seems, to seek vengeance for stealing from our kingdom.” Arimora gulped. Her pale skin shimmered in the warm sunlight pouring through the palace windows. Her hair was short, curly, and bright red. Light brown freckles dotted her nose, and when she spoke, her tone was soft due to years of serving the King with no ability to stand up for herself. Knowing the King wanted to set Pan up in a trap didn’t sit right with Arimora, yet she nodded and went to tell the guards to let Pan into their domain. When Pan entered the palace’s royal chamber, he was met with distasteful banter… “So you lost your fairy,” the King boomed with a gleeful smile resting on his face. Oh, it was too good to be true. Idiot Pan finally made a mistake and needed his help. He rubbed his hands together and stood up to tower over Pan, who held very little emotion on his face…though the King hoped he would eventually spot an ounce of trepidation in Pan’s green eyes.

1:11 PM

“Yes,” said Pan, who had grit his teeth together, “I admit the rumor of Tink being stolen is true,” and oh fuck me did it hurt when he said those words. He bit down on his tongue to let a wave of animosity wash over him, and this gave time for the King to laugh in Pan’s face, to clap his hands with amusement, the King was utterly thrilled by this joyous news. Pan watched as the King walked victoriously to a balcony and motioned for Pan to join him so that they might share the same view. The King’s wings were large and looked as if they were made of pastel stained glass. They folded behind the King’s back as he leaned against the balcony railing with a sinful smile. Who knew what he was looking at or thinking about, Pan figured he was lost in his own sick desire to see Pan suffer, which in Pan’s humble opinion, made him the fucking idiot. “Your turn,” said Pan, his brown hair tugged to one side with a gust of wind, “is it true Tink holds the secrets of Neverland?” He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want the King to tell him the nymph was right and that not only was Tink in the hands of his enemy, but his mistake would be the reason all of Neverland would suffer. “It’s true,” said the King, and his atrocious smile continued to be wicked and cruel. He faced Pan with ominous shadows stretched across his face. There was a night when I drugged our precious Tink, naturally, I intended to make her my Queen - tradition claims a potion must be delivered without her knowledge - I placed a ritual upon her so she would have access to our kingdom’s hidden treasure…a place the fairies have guarded for centuries, a place not touched by you or your followers.”

1:11 PM

There was disgust on the King’s face. He looked at Pan as if Pan were unworthy of Tink, their treasure, and Neverland in general. “But you stole her from me, my bride-to-be, and I figured she would die sooner or later due to your inability to protect her from Hook - that is the only way to remove the magic from her body, to die. That magic is what allows her entry into the sacred space of Neverland. And now I hear Hook has stolen her from you, karmic justice for what you’ve done to me, don’t you think? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” “You act as if you were engaged to Tink when I know you weren’t,” now wasn’t the right time to laugh at the King, but Pan couldn’t help it, so he did. He laughed and found amusement in the idea the King lost his “prized possession”, due to Tink wanting to leave him all on her own. Pan still remembered how Tink found him unique the first time they met, when she was exploring and stumbled upon Pan checking out a waterfall on the outskirts of the Fairy Kingdom - a human that could fly without wings. The legend of Neverland’s Pan being true. Tink wanted to be with Pan more than anything… Pan’s laughter slowly stopped, recalling how he promised to protect Tink, and how he’d failed. Even though his joy ceased, the King’s face continued to grow red with anger. “You stole her from me, and you are no better than Hook for stealing what was mine. A curse was placed on you both. Whose idea do you think it was to bait you and Tink with the treasure?” “Are you telling me it was your idea to have her stolen by Hook?” “But of course,” said the King with another terrible smile, “Hook will return her to our kingdom in exchange for more treasure, and when he does, I will kill her myself. The Fairy Kingdom will have a new Queen and gatekeeper to Neverland’s secrets.”

1:11 PM

“Neverland will not survive if you do this!” Pan hated the King for setting him and Tink up, but there was more at stake here, it was unthinkable what the King’s plan was, “Hook will cross you, he will use Tink to gain Neverland’s power, you’re going to burn Neverland to the ground if you do this!” Pan gripped the King’s purple robe in his fists, reckoning he could get him to be reasonable, glaring at him, seeing his reflection in the King’s dead eyes, just for the King to say three words that brought chills into Pan’s core… “I don’t care,” the King whispered.

1:11 PM

@Vava

It had been almost a full twenty four hours since Tink had been kidnapped by Hook. She hadn't eaten nor had any water. Her face hurt from Hook's beating, and she was currently shackled to the wood in the basement of the ship. She hadn't given Hook any information, and now he was becoming angry. Even angrier than he was already. Night had fallen now. The moonlight was beautiful and it lit up the ship. It was too bad that Tink couldn't see it nor enjoy it. "So... Little one... Do you want to stay speaking now?" Hook smirked, standing in front of Tink's cell. The fairy glared at the pirate, her eyes narrowing. "I...don't...have... any infor... mation." She hissed. Hook sneered at her. He opened the cell door. "How about this... I give you the ability to fly back. In return... you tell me everything you know about the fairy kingdom." Hook reached into his pocket, his hand massive as he rooted through the pocket. He pulled out a small glass vial filled with a light blue liquid. "This liquid will completely return your ability to fly. No more feeling like your arms and legs are filled with rocks. All you have to do... is tell me about the fairies. That's it. Deal?" Tink was silent. Years ago... she had met a wingless boy in the fairy kingdom while she had been 'engaged' to the Fairy King. Her engagement was... a sham. She wasn't engaged to the King. She was sold to him. Tink's parents had completely given her to the King when he demanded her hand, and she never felt more disgusted in her life. So, when Pan offered her the chance to escape, she didn't hesitate. Why did she care about the fairy King? Besides, what Hook didn't know was that she hadn't been there in years. She could tell a few little fibs, maybe one thing about their army or the King, but, she didn't want to give Hook everything. She wasn't that heartless. There were some good fairies. "....Deal." Tink mumbled. Hook chuckled and walked over. He held the vial out and Tink opened her mouth.

2:12 PM

The vial was tipped forward and the blue liquid landed onto her tongue. Then... she swallowed it. Her throat seemed to glow a dull blue as the liquid slid down her throat. It would never make it to her stomach, as that wasn't the tonic's potential. Tink immediately felt lighter, her limbs no longer weighed down. She looked up at Hook and then, she saw his eyes. That evil sinister gleam was front and fucking center. Then everything erupted. Tink's chest burned. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but all the came out was a gargled choked cry. "W-Wh...Wha..." "Oh? What's wrong? Is something... broken?" Hook smirked. The pain exploded throughout Tink's entire body. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the chains. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she suddenly let out an inhumane scream. She flailed her legs and kicked at Hook. "What did you do?!" Hook backed up and shut the cell door, locking it tightly. "I took your connection with that Pan boy, and severed it." He laughed. "I don't need you to reveal the secrets of Neverland to me. I already have someone who will." He smirked. "Enjoy, little one." Hook turned and departed back upstairs, leaving Tink alone once more. Tink writhed against the ship's wall, sobbing and screaming as the pain tore through her. She felt as if her body was being torn in half. She was dying. She had lost her connection to Pan. If anything... this was worse than death. "Pan! Pan! PAN!!" She wailed, desperate for him to help her. She slammed her head back against the wall, screaming so loud that the veins in her neck bulged. She was dying... Or at least... it felt that way. But then again... maybe Tink would prefer that. Before she faded into unconsciousness from the agony, one more thought flashed before her. 'What was going to happen to Pan?'

2:12 PM

@Taking Back Luxday

As Pan looked into the Fairy King’s hateful eyes, seeing his own reflection and the chaos of Neverland unfolding, an unfortunate event began to transpire. Deep within Pan’s heart, an ache started to grow. The intensity of this feeling crept slowly at first. As if it were the beginning stages of lava forming from the spout of a volcano, then, all at once, erupted without warning. The Fairy King laughed and gripped Pan by both of his arms, forcing him to stay in place so he could watch Pan suffer, look him dead in the eyes, and witness his connection with Tink wither away - it was all part of the plan. “It seems Hook kept his part of the bargain, after all. Weren’t you the one saying something about him betraying me?” Delicious satisfaction dripped off every word of the Fairy King, and it was a paper cut with lemon juice for Pan. The anxiety circulating inside of Pan swirled. He was blinded by images of Tink. They spun around like a carousel. Moments of their time together were grains of sand slipping through an hourglass. After a moment, nothing was left but the Fairy King’s horrible face grinning at him. “No...” Pan was in denial and refused to believe his connection to Tink was gone. “Yes.” The Fairy King argued. Pan grabbed the knife at his side, but the Fairy King called the guards, and Pan was taken into custody. They threw him into the dungeons and placed shackles on his wrists and ankles. Laughter could be heard behind the locked doors. In disbelief, Pan sunk himself into a corner and let his back slide down the wall until he sat in defeat. There was nothing inside his heart telling him to go on, and even worse, it was as if Tink never existed at all - once a glimmer of light on rainy days, her absence now welcomed a storm.

8:29 PM

Dirt and rocks surrounded his feet. He sat on a cold concrete floor with metal bars all around him. There was no way out. He looked to his hands, and they trembled with rage. The tremors turned into fists, and Pan let out another gut-wrenching yell of pain that all of Neverland could feel. This was it. Hook had won. Hours went by, and there was nothing but silence. That is until the sound of a lock being fiddled with filled the room. The metal doors suddenly unlocked, and an eerie creek filled the air as the doors opened. Pan caught Arimora staring at him, peering behind the cracked door. She cautiously entered the jail with a set of keys on a ring. Her nimble fingers unlocked Pan’s cell first, then, once open, she rushed to him. Her hands did their best to work on the shackles. “You don’t have much time,” she said in a rushed whisper. There was fear in her eyes of being caught. “Why are you doing this?” Pan asked, watching as she unlocked the metal chains on his arms and legs. Once freed, he stood up and followed her out of the cell. The fairy’s long dress made from soft purple fabric swayed around her feet. She snuck Pan into a nearby chamber and closed the door behind them. The room was filled with burning candles and cobblestone floors. Arimora opened a window and placed her hand on the ledge. She faced the night sky, and the silver moonlight caressed her pale skin. “I don’t want to see Tink die,” she admitted with tears in her blueish eyes, “not everyone agrees with what the King is doing. You are a myth, Pan. Did you know?” She turned to face him with shadows on her cheeks. “Many of our people do not believe you exist, yet here you are, shattering the lies we’ve been told. There is much you don’t know about Neverland’s past, and the secrets of this world belong to you. There isn’t time to explain everything. They’re coming. You must find Tink!”

8:29 PM

“Where is the entrance to Neverland’s secrets?” Pan hopped onto the window and waited for an answer, half in and half out, his brown hair hung around his green eyes, the air calling him to come to fly, and he could have sworn Arimora wished to go with him - she had the same look on her face that Tink did when they first met. “You have the answers within you, Pan - you already know what you need to do,” and the fairy’s somber gaze lowered. Perhaps out of envy, jealousy, or sadness. It was not her place to fly with Pan, it was Tink’s, and though she secretly desired to be the one to hold Neverland’s secrets, she knew it was not her destiny. She placed her warm palm on Pan’s hand as gently as possible as if to say trust me. Pan looked at her hand on his, then into her eyes, and said nothing. “Sometimes…it’s hard for me to believe you are real.” Her cheeks burned, and her hand returned to her side, “Promise me when you find Tink, you won’t kill the King. He is misled and poisoned with power…I can help him.” But Pan and Arimora knew that was not true. They silently exchanged her lie back and forth until Arimora began to cry. “He wasn’t always like this! I fear Hook will betray him as you say he will, and our kingdom will be in grave danger. There is still good in him, please promise me you will not harm him.” “You saved my life, in return, he will be spared.” And before the fairy could get another word in, Pan was gone - headed in the direction of Artica… @Vava

Hook didn't care that Tink refused to give him the exact location of the secrets. He already had another plan. He always had another plan... He had made a deal with the Fairy King. Bring him Tink, killing Pan was option, but preferred, and in return Hook would be given a reward that would far exceed any he had ever seen. The fairies were not known to double cross their partners, so Hook had no concerns. Though, what the Fairy King didn't realize was, Hook never played fairly. His only goal was to become the richest pirate in Neverland, and stay that way. If he got the secrets of Neverland, then no one could ever top him... Not even the Fairy King... But first, he had to get Tink there. Thankfully, Hook was a patient man. He could easily wait to arrive at the location the King had demanded he go to. He steered the Jolly Roger towards the Fairy Kingdom's dense beaches. He would meet the King on a small island just off the beaches of the Kingdom. It was secluded and quiet, and would be the perfect place for him to enact his own plan. He chuckled darkly as he imagined what the King's face would twist into when he drove his dagger into his heart, killing him, and taking both the treasure of the kingdom and the secrets of Neverland for himself... Hook listened to the sound of the waves crashing against his boat, and the muffled screams of Tink as his goons taunted her while she wailed in pain. His goons had been given specific orders to keep her alive. But that didn't mean they couldn't pry a few bits of her wing for souvenirs. Soon, it felt like days had gone by but it had only been a few hours, and the small island came into view. Hook had arrived at the Fairy Kingdom... ~~~~

"You have to be kidding me..." Artica's Queen mumbled as she saw Pan at her throne. Her eyes roamed over him, scanning him for a weapon. All she saw was a dagger, and while she was aware of it, a simple dagger wouldn't harm her. Her guards held up frozen metallic swords, their sharp edges aimed at Pan's throat. "Pan... to what do I owe this pleasure?" The Queen spoke. She was seated upon a large white throne made entirely of ice. Snowflakes as big as dinner plates adorned the walls of the castle of ice. The floors were glare ice and if one wasn't careful, they would slip and fall into an eternal slumber. Artica was a beautifully frozen land of white. It was known for its mountains of fluffy snow and icy glaciers. But, what it was also known for was its connection to the water Nymphs. The Artica Queen had formed an alliance long ago with the Water Nymphs. She would protect them at all costs, but she was to be given any information about the waters. This included information on where every single ship in the land was, and where it would be heading. She had already been informed about Hook and where he was going. But she had no idea why Pan was at her door. Not until she saw his eyes... and then... it all clicked. "Oh, you poor sweet boy..." He voice, normally icy and cold, actually sounded warm, and sad. She stood and waved her guards away. She approached Pan and she cupped his cheeks. Her hands were pale, as if she had been frozen several times over. Her indigo blue eyes sparkled like water diamonds, and her long white hair cascaded down her back to her ankles. "You have lost your greatest treasure... So... why do you come to me? What do you wish for me to provide?" She asked, her eyes meeting his.

@Taking Back Luxday

Trying times called for vicious measures. It was true, the Artica Queen told her guards to leave, allowing her and Pan to have a moment of time together. Alone. Classic behavior Pan was all too familiar with. She’d have him in her bed if she had her way. He knew the Queen wasn’t upset about him losing his fairy, if anything, she was secretly pleased - only when she put her hands on his face, he took that dagger she wasn’t afraid of and put it to her throat. The blade was made of steel forged deep within Neverland, the tip, if it were to pierce anything, would unleash a poison of instant death. Pan was the only person who could kill Hook, and his dagger was one of the ways to do it. Now the Artica Queen had a choice to either help Pan or not. He didn’t trust her or the people of Artica. In his humble opinion, they were as elitist as the Fairy Kingdom. “This is lau’O’suna steel, I find it hard to believe you do not know what that is,” Pan rose into the air slowly, his left hand found its way to her neck and claimed a grip on the Artica Queen, forcing her body to be suspended in the air with him. It was entirely possible Pan would kill her by the blade in his hand or even allow her to fall from a great height. He imagined her body splattering on the ground, bones broken and her limbs torn to bits, which made him feel better if she decided to be difficult. “Tell me where Hook is taking Tink, and I won’t make today your last day to live,” he pressed the metal to her throat with his right hand, placing pressure on her thin skin with the edge of the blade so she’d know the threat was real - he would bathe in her blood if that’s what it took. “You can find any ship in Neverland. Any boat on the sea can be tracked by your people. Don’t give me excuses or tell me this isn’t true - I want to know where Hook is, and if you do not comply, I will slaughter you first, and then your people, starting with your youngest child.”

10:52 AM

Their shadows mixed below them as crisp, blue, cold sunlight filtered through the icy glaciers. Pan purposely held onto the Queen’s throat so tight, with vengeance, that she would not be able to get a word out. No calling for help. No screaming. No pleas or lies would slip from her pretty royal lips. He wanted to make sure when he left this frozen hell, she had his fingerprints bruised onto her neck as a reminder to not get in the way of him and his fairy, to not make deals with Hook, and to not deceive him. The fact the lost boys and girls were nowhere to be seen told Pan the Queen was a filthy liar, and she had one shot to save her life, and this was it. “Nod your head if you understand what I want,” and Pan’s glare honed in, face to face with the Artica Queen, circling in the air with her in his grasp, floating dangerously higher so she’d know if he dropped her, there would be no chance to survive.

10:52 AM

@Vava

The Artica Queen didn't make a sound as Pan's hand came up to her throat, nor did she scream when he lifted her high into the air. Her face remained stoic and unfaltering. The Queen had been threatened by the wingless man before, and today was no different. Perhaps she had thought he may show her some kindness, but the loss of his treasure had made him irrational now. He was only using his anger to mask the pain, but she could see it. She could see just how hurt and scared he was. If she was silent, he would be clueless to where Tink was. He needed her, or so.... that's what she wished to believe. Pan would find a way with or without her. That she knew. This way was just easier. And she had no desire to die today. With that in mind, she nodded. She waited until Pan released her throat. She reached up to her neck and touched the already darkening bruises that danced along her neck. Her face didn't change. "You poor Wingless Fairy." She mumbled. "Your treasure is heading towards the abandoned island towards the southeastern side of the Fairy Kingdom. It will arrive by the morning. If you hurry, you can intercept it before it makes it within sight of the island. I can only tell you this much, as any deals were made within the Kingdoms." She waved her hand beside them. A large slab of ice formed beside the Queen. It turned into a flat tablet like slab and a magical image emerged. A ship gliding along the water. "Do you wish to see your treasure...Wingless Fairy?" She asked, looking at the screen. "I can show you within. Any water...I can look into it. I am sensing water near your treasure. I will do you this favor..."

2:42 PM

She waved her hand over the image and the insides of the ship appeared. The bottle of water that Tink had been taunted with sat on a dress across from her cell. The image morphed to show Tink chained to the ship, her wings drooping to the ground. Blood dripped onto the wooden floor of the ship from the cut sections of her wings. The tips of her wings appeared to be jagged. The pirates had cut large triangle like sections from her wings... She was sobbing softly. "Pan...Please...don't be gone...Please...Please don't leave me alone..." She whimpered. The Artica Queen looked to Pan, her face that same stoic expression. "Get out of my Kingdom. Now." She said as she waved her hand and shattered the image. She turned, her long white hair swishing and striking Pan's chest as she turned and walked back to her throne. She sat down on the icicle throne. "Hurry hurry, Wingless Fairy." @Taking Back Luxday

It was obvious that deception claimed the Artica Queen’s words and how she handled herself. She was transparent with her delusions and having no fear of losing her life spoke volumes. The rumors were true. She came from a royal family and demanded the respect of her people to acknowledge her as such - yet Pan knew none of them liked her. They faked their smiles when she approached, and when her back was turned, they spoke of her failure as a Queen to rule their Kingdom. Pan knew enough secrets of Neverland to know the Queen was in her final days, having started a war with the dwarves of Neverland’s mountains long ago. So when Pan left the Queen’s throne, he smiled at her like all her people did - without compassion or kindness. The nickname she gave him was merely a reflection of how she felt about herself, and Pan didn’t have time to waste. Even if the images of Tink were real, the lost boys and girls were nowhere to be seen. He didn’t trust anything she showed him, yet he left without any other choice. He searched for the lost boys and girls, circling the ice caps and side entrances of the palace, areas where they would have entered - but he found nothing. “Pan!” shouted a young man. Their dark skin was a charming contrast to the icy blue snow surrounding them. His wild brown eyes flickered with excitement as they ran to Pan. It was the Queen’s youngest son, the one he threatened to kill if she did not cooperate, and his name was Base… “She’s lying,” Base handed Pan a map with markings on it. “This is where Hook is taking them, to the Caverns of the Undead. It’s where the fairies do their rituals to end someone’s life. The Fairy King plans to kill Tink there.” “How-” “I ran into one of the pirates and got them drunk,” Base looked over his shoulder then straight into Pan’s green eyes. “Take me with you.”

1:45 PM

Pan debated the strange alternative to killing the Queen’s youngest son, but when he continued to stare into his eyes - he saw what he saw in all the lost boys and girls, and it clicked. Base was meant to join him. Destiny in Neverland was sacred, and Base’s role in ending the Queen’s life became crystal clear. “Your friends have fled because the Queen took one of them hostage. Epora is in the ice chambers and will be ransomed to the pirates in exchange for the location of your hideout - I care for Epora, and I won’t let my mother do this. I hate her. Please let me join you to save Tink and Epora, I can help.” Pan grabbed Base by the hand and took off into the sky, leaving a crater of snow behind. They spiraled into the cold air as frosty winds spun around them. Pan would not leave Base behind or Epora, he would return for her after they saved Tink. Base screamed with joy as Pan left the Ice Kingdom, heading straight for the Caverns of the Undead…

1:45 PM

@Vava

With Pan on his way to the Caverns of the Undead, the Fairy King was waiting there as well. He stood at the mouth of the cavern, his arms behind his back as he waited. His eyes were as cold as the ice of Artica, though somehow ever harsher than their darkest winter. This was due to the fact that he held no remorse for what he was doing... for what he was attempting to do. He didn't feel sorrow or shame that he was going to kill Tink, or anyone for that matter. No. He knew what he had to do, and he didn't care if anyone stood in his way. "Ah, Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to see you again." The suave voice of Hook rang through the forest that surrounded the caverns. Hook held a long thick rope in his hands, and attached to that rope were a set of shackles. Those shackles were attached to a thin, bloody, and dirty fairy. Tink's head was slumped down as she dropped to her knees. Her wings ached and stung, their jagged cuts still oozing blood every now and then. She was covered in dust and blood and dirt from the ship. Her eyes hardened as she gazed at the Fairy King and Hook. Her two worst enemies stood before her. She wanted to lung at both of them; take their throats into her hands and crush them... but... she was so tired. She knew she was no match for them. The Fairy King alone could use magic to bind her, and all would be for naught. "You requested I bring her here," Hook started. "Ah yes, about that..." The Fairy King smirked. He snapped his fingers and at least ten guards stepped from the bushes. They held long spears towards Hook. His eyes widened. "You bastard!" Tink almost laughed, but the gag in her mouth prevented her from doing so. Serves him right... The King smirked, shaking his head. "Ah, Hook. It was truly a pity it had to be this way. But, alas, no one is getting hands on the secrets of Neverland but me... I am owed what is mine..." He said, and as he said this, his gaze fell to Tink, his eyes hardening and darkening.

9:25 AM

The King had always resented Tink, especially due to the fact that she left Neverland with Pan. She was supposed to be his Queen... Now, she would die, and he would get everything. Hook yanked his pistol from his belt, aiming it at the King. "I will not go down without that treasure! No one double crosses me!" He roared. Tink's eyes widened, but the King simply stared. "Kill h-" Suddenly, the shouts of pirates appeared and nearly double the amount of pirates appeared. Their dirty bodies tackled the guards, and one grabbed the King from behind. For once, the King looked surprised. "W-What?!" Hook burst into laughter, shaking his head as the fairy guards were swiftly killed. Now, just the pirates and the King and Tink remained... Hook walked towards the King, his eyes dark with villainous deviance. "As if I would ever make deals with Fairies. I know all about your kind. Making deals just to double cross others. At least I have morals." The King growled angrily, his teeth bared. "You're going to regret this! You have no idea how to get the secrets of Neverland! You need me!" Hook placed the pointed end of his signature metal hand against the King's throat, poking it in until a speck of blood appeared. "I don't need anyone." He smirked. Tink looked up at the sky, tears running down her cheeks. She had no idea what would occur, but... she prayed that Pan would find her and save her. @Taking Back Luxday

Pan and Base remained hidden within the shadows. They stood behind large heart-shaped green leaves, weaving jungle vines, and trees so tall they looked like overgrown monsters - the sound of the Fairy King’s men being slaughtered mixed with the cries of wild birds like a cacophony of chaos produced by a sadistic composer. Gradually snaking towards them was a river of blood. The color of liquid crimson stained the once sparkling blue waters running through the jungle, now tainted with violence and mistakes. Base ripped off one of those oversized leaves and used it to scoop up a puddle of red water. “Fairy blood,” he said to Pan. “Highly toxic, and just what we need.” There were several nuts on the ground at the trunk of one of the trees, and Base gathered all of them. Twenty total. He took a thick branch in the shape of a Y and used the elastic band on his wrist to create a sling. One by one, Base dipped the acorns into the fairy blood, waited for them to dry, then shoved them into his satchel. “I’m going to climb up this tree and take care of the pirates. You save Tink.” “Base, if anything happens-” “I’ll be fine.” But there was always the chance Base wouldn’t be, and Pan felt as if he’d just found a member of his family and didn’t want to lose them the way he’d lost Tink. Pan nodded. He believed in Base. Pan grabbed ahold of his friend and flew him up to the highest branch within the jungle trees, it would be impossible for the pirates to know where Base was hidden. “No need to waste your energy climbing when I can get you this far - and Base…thank you.” “Save Tink,” Base’s brown eyes glittered with adventure, there was not a single doubt resting there, and it was as if they were born for this moment. “This is only the beginning.” Pan allowed a smile to form along the right side of his mouth, confident in Base’s ability to execute their plan. “I’ll take care of Hook. When I get Tink, I’m taking her to our hideout.”

11:55 AM

“I know where that is,” Base said angrily. “I was there when they forced Epora to tell us the location - and I killed the pirate she gave the information to. Now they’re buried six feet under the ice of Neverland. The Artica Queen has no idea where your hideout is or that I’ve left, Tink will be safe there. I’ll follow the stars each night to meet you both.” “It’s a three day journey, if you’re not there by day five, I’ll know-” “Somethings happened.” Pan and Base exchanged identical looks that said they knew what they were doing, they knew their mission, and they were on the same page - and then shook hands. The blade given to him by the mountain dwarves rotated in his palm. Pan positioned himself within the jungle where he could watch Base take out one ugly pirate at a time, using his fairy-blood-soaked nuts - and the first one he killed was gruesome. The nut shot directly through the side of the pirate’s skull. Shards of bone flew through the air. Bits of unused brain spilled out of the opening. Blood gushed out of the tiny hole, and a waterfall of red mucus pumped down the side of their face. Their dull eyes rolled back, knees hitting the cavern floor, and dropped dead right in front of Hook. Hook turned to the Fairy King, blaming them for the trickery, but when the Fairy King genuinely looked bewildered, Hook’s eyes became enraged. Hook suspiciously stalked closer to the jungle towing Tink behind. His head cocked to one side, staring at the trees to see if he could figure out where or what was killing his pirates.

11:55 AM

Another pirate dropped to the ground beside him and screamed in agony. Fairy blood, when injected, felt like fire running through the veins. Hook turned around to yell at his pirates to fight back, but his words were cut short. Hook suddenly lost the ability to speak. He coughed up blood and looked down at his hands, bewildered by the red liquid on his palms. He stumbled as if he were drunk, dragging Tink along, then fell face first into the Cavern of the Undead. A shadow loomed over Hook’s fallen body. Pan stood at his feet, towering over him, and removed his knife from Hook’s back. Having one shot, Pan had waited until the perfect moment to strike at Hook, throwing his knife in between his shoulder blades. “Save me!” The Fairy King pleaded. Thinking Pan agreed to the Fairy King’s cry for help, he reached for Pan with gratitude but immediately gave a blood-curdling scream as Pan severed the wings on the Fairy King’s back. The corrupt King’s eyes rolled into his head and fainted from the pain. His torn wings lay scattered next to him. They’d grow back, it would take years, but it’s what he deserved - Pan spared his life as promised, yet forced him to return to the Fairy Kingdom in shame for plotting to kill what was his. The knife then snapped the rope attaching Tink to Hook. The shackles on her wrists and ankles had to be taken off elsewhere. Pan scooped Tink into his arms, unwilling to acknowledge what they’d done to her for fear he’d lose control and burn all of Neverland to the ground, and took off into the air.

11:55 AM

When he entered the hideout, the lost boys and girls were not there. Pan laid Tink down in his bed, setting her fragile body in layers of soft moss, leaned over her, and stared into her eyes. His fairy’s condition worried him as her health was on the brink of death. He was angry for what they’d done to her, and filled with regret for having put her in harm’s way - but none of these emotions compared to how Pan truly felt for Tink… He loved her, and the way he kissed her just then proved it. He kissed her the way all love interests in fairy tales wished to be kissed - where after a moment of their lips being pressed together, it was unclear where they were, as their surroundings became lost within a sea of loyalty and passion. Pan didn’t want to hurt Tink. He knew she needed to heal, but he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life.

11:55 AM

@Vava

If anyone asked Tink what happened after she shut her eyes when Hook started laughing, she'd never be able to tell them. She had shut her eyes, lost to the sorrow and the misery that she felt, the loneliness and the heartbreak that she'd never see Pan again... and then, there was screaming. Her eyes snapped open and one by one the pirates dropped. Blood splattered everywhere. Bits of brain and skull fragments dirtied the ground, and Tink felt her stomach lurch as a pirate collapsed directly in front of her, his dead eyes wide with shock and confusion. Tink fell onto her butt, her eyes wide with terror. She scrambled to find the personal responsible for the attack. She yelped as Hook dragged her around, and when he too collapsed, she squeezed her eyes shut. Whoever was killing them could certainly come for her next. She couldn't hear anything over the screaming and yelling. She covered her ears and shut her eyes, just praying that her death was swift at this point. She couldn't fly, her best friend wasn't here, and... what more could she do? However, she heard the sound of metal slicing through rope, and she felt the rope that held her to Hook fall slack. Tink felt two arms slide under her body and her eyes snapped open once again, but this time, they landed on the familiar face of Pan. His soft and shaggy brown hair pushed back as they shot into the air. His familiar scent of the forest, pine, and the salt of the ocean. Tink was stunned, so much so that she couldn't even speak. She gaped up at him, completely and utterly speechless.

9:13 AM

They landed in the hideout, and before Tink could even utter his name, Pan's lips were on hers. Tink's eyes widened even more. She...She had never been kissed before, let alone by Pan! All these years, they had been so close, and yet never this close. One would never believe it if Tink were to admit such a thing. Their chemistry was impossible to ignore, but, they truly had never done this before. Yet, Tink didn't push him away. Instead, Tink shyly wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping herself close. Her movements were slow and hesitant due to the agony in her body, and with the adrenaline coming down, she felt so much. Anger, regret, pain, misery... and love. All of it swirling within her chest, and the tears that ran down her cheeks mixed with the blood, sweat, and dirt on her face. She could taste the past few days in their kiss, and Tink kissed Pan harder to get the taste of him instead of the pain burned into her brain. "Pan..." She whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming so often. Her hands slowly moved to that brown hair, feeling its softness and the tangles from living outdoors. She pulled back ever so slightly, her bright gemstone colored eyes looking into Pan's darker ones. "I...I thought I...I would never see you again..." She whispered. The thought made her sick, and she pulled herself closer, kissing him once again. "You came back for me...You...You came for me." She whispered, their lips only millimeters apart. Her right hand came down to his chest, her fingers feeling him in a new way. She just... She needed to assure herself that he was real, and that he was here. That this was real... @Taking Back Luxday

Green leaves lined the brown wooden walls of Pan’s room, snaking along the corners and window frame. The small leaves shuddered in a warm breeze. High up with a view of the teal shores of Neverland, the sound of crashing waves carried on a salty wind - the same wind flickered against the candles in his room, touching all his belongings, including Tink. Besides the faint glow from the candlelight, Pan’s room was dark on purpose. He covered his fairy with a soft blanket made from white rabbit fur and straddled her on the mossy bed. His shadow on top of her moved around from the shifting candles. Pan took her hands from around his neck and placed her palms on his parted thighs. His knees sunk into the mattress on either side of her body, pinning her under the blanket with his weight. “You thought you’d never see me again?” Pan stared at her. “I would never forget you, and unless I’m dead, I will always find you…” The reflection of the candles burned within his eyes. Orange fire danced dangerously against his black pupils as if to say you are mine. “Don’t move.” Pan rose into the air and flew to one end of his room. He returned to Tink and resumed his position on top of her, holding a wet towel. “This is going to sting. I will do my best not to hurt you…” Even within the darkness, he could see her bruises. The cuts. Dried blood. Where they hit her. He started by dabbing her face with the wet towel remaining cautious of her cheeks, eyes, and mouth - though his thumb stroked her bottom lip as if he missed the feeling of it against him. Avoiding scratches and cuts, he went to her slender neck and did the lengths of her arms, the tops of her collarbone, and wiped away the dirt from her skin. Pan stopped what he was doing as if the last grain of sand fell from an hourglass. He looked Tink in the eyes and told her in a low voice. “You’re going to need to trust me.”

4:09 PM

His fingers found the end of the blanket covering her body and slowly peeled it back until it lay next to her. He took his knife, still coated in Hook’s blood, and positioned it at the very end of her shirt. The edge of his knife cut through her torn clothing like scissors on paper, creating a V until it snapped apart. He sliced it down the middle making it easy to remove around the arms. Pan stripped his fairy, exposing her body, and a mixture of hatred and desire claimed him. He took the wet towel and placed it on the center of her chest. Pan moved the clean rag between the middle of her breasts, around the curve of her ribcage, and along her stomach. Traveling past the shape of her hips until reaching her legs. His fingers knew exactly where they should be, and he was careful when he got to her thighs. Parting them as his hands roamed over her knees, stopping at the shackles on her ankles. Trying to make this as painless for her as possible, though the way Pan handled her, was far from punishment… Pan placed a hand on her naked thigh with his fingers wrapping around the curve of her leg as if it could go up or down. “I need to turn you over...once you're clean, I will add medicine to your wounds and make you something to eat.”

4:09 PM

@Vava

Tink shivered at the feeling of Pan's thighs in her hands. She had touched his skin so many times before. But this... this felt different. This was more intimate. She looked into his eyes, hers shining with joy. Pan made it clear that he would always find her, no matter what. "I know..." She whispered, her voice weak. "I was just... so lost..." A phrase she hadn't used in forever. Though they were called the Lost Boys and Girls, no one was ever truly lost. Not here in Neverland... Tink looked into Pan's eyes as he told her that it would sting. "It's alright..." She laid back on the bed and let him begin. Pan's hands worked their magic as he tended to her wounds and her bruises. Soft whimpers of pain and agony tugged themselves from her lips as he washed her wounds. The wounds stung, her bruises throbbed, but Tink felt... joy. Pan was here. Pan was alive. That alone kept her going. She powered through the pain for him. He suddenly informed her that she needed to trust him. Tink looked into his eyes. She reached up and pressed a hand to his cheek. "I trust you, Pan. I will always trust you." She said softly, her lips curling upwards into that sweet smile that spoke more words than she ever could. He washed her from head to toe, and then he instructed her to turn over. Tink slowly turned, her body aching and screaming. A whimper left her as she continued to roll onto her hands and knees. She slowly moved so that she was kneeling again. Her wings were now front and center for him. The dirt and blood was more evident here. The blood had dripped down her back and onto her backside. It even ran down her thighs... Tink felt so... odd. She knew Pan didn't find her disgusting, but the thought of him seeing her wings like this... scarred... destroyed... it crushed her.

12:58 PM

Tink couldn't help the tears that ran down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook and she bit her lip, her head drooping a little. She held in a sob. "I-I'm sorry, Pan..." She whispered. "I tried to be strong... I really tried. But I... I almost lost all hope. I couldn't...I couldn't stop them..." She whispered, her voice cracking and breaking. She covered her face with her hands and inhaled painfully, trying with all the might she could muster to hold back the sobs that desperately wished to wrack her body. @Taking Back Luxday

There wasn’t anything he could do but sit there in silence. He stared at Tink’s broken wings glinting in the shadows. Fragile layers made from the essence of dragonflies were now ripped like the fabric of a kite that had flown too high. Defiling his fairy meant someone was going to pay with their life, and even when the debt was repaid, which it would be, Pan would never forgive or let go of what had happened to her. He brought Tink’s left wing into his hand, using his fingers to gently glide along the dirty translucent texture until a small shimmer shined within the candlelight, like dusting off a window. Pan continued investigating her back and the wounds there, inspecting the dried rivers of blood staining her body as if it were a map. Her condition angered him. “Stay here.” His voice against her ear was quiet, while his mouth lowered to touch the side of Tink’s neck on purpose, letting his lips linger there for longer than they should have. After inhaling the smell of her hair, the small wisps near the end of her jaw, Pan left Tink on the bed and went to the other side of the room. He crushed herbs with a pestle into a stone mortar and instantly made the hideout smell like rain and eucalyptus, then returned behind Tink with a clean towel and a mixture of neon green liquid. His fingertips roamed down her spine to let her know where he’d start first, the weight of his touch barely there, and just enough to cause an avalanche of goosebumps on accident. The fabric of the towel suddenly pressed against her skin, soaking some areas more than others. He cleaned her body first, then her wings. By the end, red filth stained the white cloth. Eventually, her wings were spotless. They reflected the candles in his room, his face hovering over them, and the ceiling like a kaleidoscope.

1:04 PM

With Tink kneeling on his bed, he reached around and used his hands to close her thighs so he could do the same and kneel behind her. He pinned his knees next to hers and brought her shoulders to his chest. One of his hands curved around her and held her against him like this, while the other went to her throat - his fingers found her mouth, and he placed a wooden stick between her lips. “Bite down, Tink.” And once his fairy obeyed, he brought his palm to her neck and pushed her down, burying her face in the furs on his bed. Having a full view of her back, he carefully applied the potent treatment to her cuts and the tips of her torn wings. The medicine would feel cold at first, pleasurable even…but after a short time, would begin to burn like fire. Pan forced his hands on his fairy’s hips just under her ribcage with fingers wrapping around her pelvic bones and thumbs pressing into her lower back. Making sure she stayed still as the medicine worked its magic.

1:04 PM

@Vava

The sensations of Pan's fingers on her skin made her shiver with every pleasurable emotion she could think of. After days of being tortured, Pan's gentle touch was welcome in so many ways. There was no way Tink could stay away from this. She needed this... She needed to be with Pan. He was her rock. He kept her safe. He was her safety net. Tink took a deep breath as Pan ordered her to open her mouth. The scent of the medicine that he crafted was potent and it stung her nostrils. She had never seen this medicine before, but she trusted Pan with her life. She knew he would never hurt her, so she didn't flinch away as he held her. He knelt behind her once more and he placed the wooden stick between her lips. Tink knew at that moment that the medicine would hurt. But, he wasn't trying to hurt her. She closed her mouth, her teeth pressing into the wooden bark of the stick. The bark felt rough against her lips, but the ache in her back was worse... She felt his fingers run along the jagged cuts in her wings, and the cooling affect of the medicine made her sigh softly. It actually felt really nice! She started to lean back against Pan; however, the medicine decided that now was a great time for the medicine to kick in. Fire... Agony... Pain... All of it swirled through Tink's back. Her eyes widened and tears instantly ran down her cheeks. Her fingers dug against the sheets as she bit down hard on the stick. A muffled scream tore from her throat, her nails sinking into the fabric of the bed. Pan held her down so she couldn't thrash entirely, but she didn't make it easy for him. Guttural grunts and screams left Tink's mouth. She sobbed and choked out whimpers and screams as the medicine essentially disinfected her wounds and stitched them together to heal. Her wings would grow back normally, and this medicine would aid that, but it felt like her wings were burning off.

3:46 PM

She let her head fall back against Pan's chest and shoulder, her chest heaving as she sobbed. "I-It...hurts...Pan...Please... make it stop!" She gasped, her voice raspy from the loud wails. She buried her face against his neck, her sobs getting worse as the burning only continued. "Pan! Please...." She begged. The pain made her delirious, and she felt like she was going to pass out... @Taking Back Luxday

He held Tink in the darkness, with candlelight shifting on the walls around them. There was nothing Pan could do to end Tink’s suffering. Nothing except keep his arms around her and never let her go. With her head on his chest, he rest his own head on top of hers and smelled the faint perfume of wildflowers in her hair. Four days went by, and Pan never left Tink’s side. He made her food and brought her water, cleaned her with towels, and one night even read her a bedtime story. It was stupid, but he did it to make her laugh. Pan and Tink used to watch the sunset together, sometimes making up stories about Hook, how he was the biggest joke of Neverland - and it felt incredible to be able to have those intimate times with her again. All Pan cared about during those four days was seeing her smile - and silently plotting revenge on those that hurt her. By the fifth day, no Lost Boy or Girl returned to the hideout, including Base, and Pan knew something had gone wrong. Tink was still a few more days away from being able to fly, and Pan didn’t want to alarm her that everyone had gone missing. He sat by his window and watched the stars at night, thinking about Epora and how they were going to get her back from the Ice Queen. Often, memories of Hook bleeding out at his feet crossed his mind. And when the sun began to set over the sea, all hope of seeing his friends would fade with the sunlight - until the sound of a familiar voice called his name from somewhere in the jungle. “I’ll be right back,” he said to Tink. It was the first time he’d left her alone to venture outside of the hideout. Base was there leaning against a tree, looking like he’d just had a very long walk. He and Pan collided, hugging so tight it was as if neither of them thought seeing the other was possible. Even a small shimmer of tears grazed Pan’s eyes. He brought Base into the hideout through the entrance used by the Lost Tribe and showed him where he’d sleep from now on.

7:01 PM

When Base was finally settled in, still mystified by the odd passageways of the hideout, Pan led him upstairs to his room where Tink was. “Wait here.” Pan opened the door with a sliver of yellow light pouring out, highlighting Base’s face. Pan went to his fairy and covered her in the soft furs on the bed, making sure none of her wounded body was exposed. He told Tink there was someone he wanted her to meet, and to not be afraid when she saw who it was. After a moment, Pan brought Base into the room… “Tink, this is Base…” Carefully, Pan placed a hand on Base’s shoulder. “You might recognize him - he is the son of the Ice Queen, and the newest member of our tribe. Base helped me defeat Hook to save you, and has earned my trust. I didn’t want to burden you while you were healing, but…Epora was taken hostage by his mother…and I do not know where the other Lost Boys or Girls are. They never returned from Artica.” Base knelt by the side of the bed and took Tink’s hand into his. He kissed her knuckles and then looked at her. His big brown eyes sparkled with her image. “I’ve never seen a fairy before, and you are more beautiful than the rumors speak of...” @Vava

Tink's recovery went better than she had hopped. Her injuries began to heal due to the medicine that Pan applied to her back, and she couldn't have recovered the way that she had without Pan. He treated her like the most precious thing in the world. He was gentle with her, and even when the pain of her injuries got terrible, he held her and didn't shame her for feeling how she felt. On the fifth day of their reunion, Tink noticed that Pan was starting to become more anxious. It was very subtle, and she even wondered if she was wrong. But, The Base seemed awfully quiet... and Tink even took a chance to look around when Pan wasn't looking, though her searching didn't get her far because Pan always seemed to appear. Where was everyone? Tink thought to herself. She looked out the window and even the forest seemed silent. It was eerie. Neverland was never this quiet before... Where were they? Hook hadn't taken them, right? No... No, Pan would never let that happen! Pan left and Tink couldn't see him, so she decided to lay down on the bed and rest a little. She didn't sleep, but when Pan returned, he covered her again and informed her that someone was there and he wanted her to meet him. A young boy came in and Tink's eyes widened. She recognized the boy as the Ice Queen's son. He was one of the kindest individuals in the entire Kingdom of Artica and because of this, she didn't hold any animosity towards him. "Thank you," She said softly. She made sure to hide the injuries to her wings and she kept the furs around her. She also stayed directly at Pan's side, her free hand resting on the bed, her finger tips just barely touching Pan's leg. "I take it you didn't travel from Artica just to call me beautiful." She said softly.

2:28 PM

As she looked into his eyes, she felt a sense of dread. She wasn't sure why, but, she quietly spoke. "Where are the Lost Boys and Girls... I can see it in your eyes... You know where they are." She gently squeezed his hand. "Tell me where they are." @Taking Back Luxday

“I didn’t know when to tell you, Pan.” Base wandered over to the center of the room and stood in the firelight. He dug a handful of magic powder out from a pouch at his side and tossed a cloud of glittering dust into the air. The dust immediately sparked to life as if a movie were playing on the texture. The faces of the Lost Boys and Girls trapped in cages danced before Pan and Tink’s eyes. Base walked around the magic cloud as it changed from a scene of Tobin in a cage to a person Pan had never seen before. “I bumped into a merchant from Noslovi-” “Noslovi.” Pan’s eyes sharpened with hatred. The people who lived in the territory of Noslovi were known to capture and sell anything and everything in Neverland, especially fairies. Their wings were bought at a high price, their blood used for healing tonics, and fairies were often forced into situations where they were not allowed to leave. They were made to do things that were considered deplorable in Neverland. Base waved a hand in the cloud to make it disappear. “I can’t show you the rest, Pan. Many of the Lost Boys and Girls are being tortured for information - and all of them will be sold to Hook.” “Hook is dead. I killed him.” “He lives.” “Impossible! You saw me stab him with your own eyes, you were there. Only my blood could have revived him from death, and no one has my blood.” Just then, Base looked at Pan’s ankle, where a small cut had healed. “Somehow, Pan, they were able to revive Hook. The legend says they only need a drop of your blood, and now we know this is true. I saw Hook’s pirates in Noslovi. They still believe I am loyal to the Queen, and they must continue to believe that. It’s our best shot to gather information in order to free the Lost Boys and Girls - and to save Epora. The second the Ice Queen hears I have betrayed her to join you, she will kill Epora out of revenge.

4:40 PM

For now, my mother will assume I have gone on an adventure to bring her good fortune. She is not suspicious nor will she be if I am seen in Noslovi. Pan, you cannot get your people back without a fair trade…” Pan and Base both looked at Tink. “You should bring Tink to Noslovi and attempt to trade her for the Lost Boys and Girls. We will ambush them just as we did to save Tink, and set them all free.” “I am not putting her in harm’s way again!” Pan yelled. His anger was unrestrained. “They will never accept a fairy that is not in perfect condition, she has months to go before she is fully healed.” From within Base’s pocket, he pulled out a golden necklace. There was a blue jewel hanging off the chain made from the ice caverns of Artica. “This was given to me at birth by my mother. It can be used only once to restore the health of its owner. I give this to Tink now, to heal her, so we can save our family - to save Pan’s Tribe.” Base held the necklace out to Tink for her to take. “Wear this, kiss the jewel, and say the words ‘reborn from the ashes’. Its magic will heal you.” “I can’t ask you to do this, Tink.” Pan stared at his fairy, knowing she would take the necklace without hesitation. He didn’t want to lose her again. His shaggy brown hair hung over his face with the tips curling at the ends. He placed his hands on her shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes. “Don’t do this, Tink.” @Vava

Tink's eyes widened as Base revealed what had happened to the Lost Boys and Girls. They had been captured and were now being held at ransom by a merchant from Noslovi. Pan had informed her of Noslovi before... and the thought of her friends being trapped in such a dangerous place was terrifying. Base revealed a potential solution, and Pan immediately shot it down. Pan even yelled! Tink flinched slightly, not wanting her friends to fight! "Pan...Please! Just wait a moment..." Base held out the necklace to her and she cautiously looked at it. Tink's eyes met Pan's and she could feel the agony that seemed to well within him. He begged her not to do this... and Tink felt her heart break at the sound of his voice. Tears pricked her glistening gem colored eyes. "Pan..." She cupped his cheeks, her thumb brushing the pale smooth skin of his cheek. She gazed into his eyes, staying silent for just a moment. Then, she leaned forward and she pressed a kiss to his lips. Her kiss was soft, but held so much emotion. She kept her lips on his for a sold few moments until she pulled away by an inch or two, just enough to speak. "They would do the same for me... without hesitation. If I don't do the same for them... I am not worthy of being in Neverland. I would not be worthy of their love... I would not be worthy of you." She said quietly. Two crystal clear tears ran down her cheeks. "It will be alright. It's always alright... You're here. I'm here. Together... we will get them back. We just have to be quick and stealthy. We've outsmarted Hook and any one of his goons before and we can do it again."

1:59 PM

She pressed another gentle kiss to his lips before she released his cheeks. She reached for the necklace from Base. "Thank you for helping us. I know this could result in danger for you, and you have my eternal gratitude." She smiled at Base. She held the necklace in her hands, her thumb gently running over the blue stone. It seemed to shine in the light of the bright Neverland sun. Tink took a deep breath and shut her eyes, closing her fingers over the gem. She wouldn't lie... she was terrified. What if something went wrong, like when they went to the treasure cave? But, thoughts of the Lost Boys and Girls appeared in her mind... Tobin... Epora... Mirella... and Pan. All of them. They needed her. Tink opened her eyes and her fingers. She placed the necklace around her neck, and then she pulled the gem to her lips. She kissed the gem and quietly said against the smooth stone, "Reborn from the ashes..." In a flash of blue light, Tink's wings turned icy blue, their rainbow sheen vanishing to the icy hue. She felt insanely cold. She gasped and as she did, a thin white fog could be seen from her lips, as if she was freezing from the inside out. "P-Pan!" She grabbed at his hand, the fear evident in her face. Had this been a rouse? A trick? Was Base trying to kill her? No. None of that was happening. She let out another gasp and she lurched forward, her wings stretching out fully. The wounds slowly began to knit together as if ice was forming through them. Her normal rainbow hue was appearing behind the ice, and Tink clawed at the sheets with her free hand, her fingers shaking. Slowly, her body began to grow warm. She panted softly as the cold began to dissipate. Her shaking grip slowly released from the sheets, but not Pan's hand. Exhaustion whipped through her, and she slumped forward, her head landing on Pan's chest. "I-Is...Is it over? Did it work...?" @Taking Back Luxday

“I’ll leave you two alone. She will need rest if she’s going to join us in Noslovi.” Base closed the door to Pan’s bedroom behind him with his footsteps fading into the depths of the hideout… Pan didn’t let go of Tink’s hand. He wove his fingers between hers and held her figure against his chest. He could see her wings from this vantage, the translucent texture had been healed as if no damage had occurred. Yet he wasn’t sure about the wounds on the rest of her body. She’d need to take her clothes off and look into a mirror to find out if the necklace had worked or not. He stroked her spine gently with the ends of his fingers. Pan spoke quietly into her ear. “Your wings look brand new.” Then he carefully straightened her out on his bed, releasing his grip on her hand so he could see her better. Pan knew he should step outside and give his fairy some privacy, allowing her to check if the magic worked or not…but he kept replaying the kiss Tink gave him before she wore the necklace. The feeling of her soft features on his. The look in her eyes. The taste of his fairy on his lips… He removed the necklace from her and set it on a side table next to the bed. Pan hooked his finger under the sleeve of her shirt and slid it down her shoulder, exposing the top part of her chest, so his thumb could caress the end of her collarbone. “The wounds I saw here are gone, and I would imagine the rest are as well - there’s only one way to find out if you’re completely healed.” Instead of leaving like he was supposed to, Pan moved his head next to hers and kissed her the way he wanted to. His movement forced Tink’s head back with a need to feel her lips on his. No one could blame him when he was on top of her pinning her to his bed. Pan wanted to know if Tink had been healed. He needed to see her without dried blood, cuts, and bruises - he needed to know his mistakes weren’t permanent.

4:48 PM

There would be time. He knew she needed rest. Yet Pan continued to explore a moment that made him forget everything else. His mouth claimed her neck and all her throat had to offer. The side of her jaw was his new landscape to play. Burying his nose into her hair as he pulled her hands above her head. The idea of Tink being able to fly again made him want to do dirty things to her in the clouds, but for now, his bed and the rabbit furs under them would do. “I want to see all of you.” He kept her hands pressed next to her face with his palms forcing her into his mattress... “Not because I have to save you from dying - I want to see you because I don’t want to be without you, and I need to rewrite my memory, erasing the old with the new.” Those curly strands of brown hair reached for Tink as he looked down into her eyes. “Tell me you want me to stay.” @Vava

Pan's touch only sent a warm burn through out her body. His thumb brushed over the freshly healed skin, and his gentle voice made Tink nearly melt. This was so brand new to her but with Pan, it felt so natural and safe. Pan's kisses burned their way under her skin and deep into her flesh. Soft gasps left the fairy's lips as Pan kissed her again. This kiss held so much emotion and passion that Tink nearly cried. She wasn't even sure why she would cry. It was just a flood of emotion. She didn't fight him as he pinned her. She gazed into his eyes again, listening as he expressed what he wanted. His hands were trapping her to the bed, so Tink did what she could. She moved her legs so that her calves covered his, trapping him in a way. She leaned up and pressed another kiss to his lips. That earthy taste making a very soft sigh leave her to join him. "Please don't leave me. Stay with me. I want you to stay with me... always." She whispered against his lips, refusing to be apart from him in this moment. Tink couldn't exactly lace their fingers with how he held her hands, but she curled her fingers down to graze his hands, indicating what she wanted. She tilted her neck again, exposing the pale skin that Pan had already kissed and tasted. "I want you to see all of me, Pan. I'm not afraid to show you. I only want you to see me like this." She said, her voice holding every ounce of truth her words meant. She never wished to leave him, not even in Noslovi. If she had to to save the Lost Boys and Girls... she would. But she wouldn't be happy about it. Tink's cheeks were dark red and her chest rose and fell, the shirt she wore exposing her shoulders and collar bones. Her breasts were still covered. The shirt was long enough to go to her mid thigh, but with Pan pushing her down like this, it was raised up, barely covering her most private part. Where once there were gashes and deep bruises, now only pale smooth skin could be seen.

5:31 AM

The necklace had worked, but there was still an entire shirt's worth of skin to see. She didn't hide away from him. She wasn't scared, and she wasn't shy. Not for him. He was the only one she would ever allow to see her this way. Her Pan... Then, softly and against those same earthy lips, Tink whispered once more, "I want to see all of you, Pan..." @Taking Back Luxday

Her words were a domino effect on what was to come. No pun intended. As she spoke, his smile said then that’s what we’re going to do. But this had to be done right. He didn’t want a cliche bang like he’d done with other fairies in the past. Granted, he’d never done anyone in his moss bed before, and those were stories he hadn’t told Tink, mainly because he knew his fairy had a possessive streak. He also didn’t tell her about the mermaids. They’d make offers to a sea witch to have legs for a night, yes, it was a scene straight up out of The Little Mermaid, those were strange but fun times for Pan. Or they’d keep their fishy tail and just suck him off so they could brag about it the next morning. He was used to tumbling around in the sand with a mermaid or fucking a fairy somewhere in a tree, forcing them to hang onto a sturdy branch. But this was different. This was Tink. In his room. In his bed. A bed seemed so boring when he thought about it. If Tink was really healed, that meant she could fly. And if she could fly, she could keep up with him. He pulled her out of bed by the hand and flew her out the window so her long shirt thing flapped against her thighs as they went into the sky. Nighttime had them headed toward a world of stars and silvery clouds. He tossed Tink onto the bed of misty air and rolled around with her, then pinned her down again, this time surrounded by colorful wisps of cloudy goodage. If she was healed, she wasn’t a weak broken plastic toy, she could fight him and do all the things she did before he’d lost her to Hook. And that’s what he wanted. He wanted his Tink back. And if she forgot her spirit on the pirate ship, this was the moment he’d give it back to her. With Pan straddling Tink, basically winning the roll in the clouds, he’d take his own brownish shirt starting at his waist and pull it off with one hand.

1:54 PM

Everyone, especially the fairies and mermaids, knew Pan was built like a God. One of those bodies that would be hard to stop looking at. And without a shirt on, his bare chest toned with muscles, strong arms, and an abdomen to die for were all there for Tink to enjoy. Including his smile that was arrogant and proud in all the right ways. He knew what he looked like with his curly brown hair hanging over his face. “Your turn.” It didn’t really matter if Tink was ready or not, she’d given him permission to see her, and that’s what he was going to do. No more fairy teasing. He put his hands on her stomach under her shirt and worked them up until the fabric went over her head, then stopped there. He didn’t take it off completely, he left her shirt partially over her face. He purposely positioned the shirt just above her eyes so he could watch her mouth, and so she couldn’t see a damn thing. She’d have to rely on his addictive cocky voice, a cruel touch, the smell of rain on his skin, and the taste of his tongue flavored like secrets. Pan stared at her breasts. They were the kind he wanted to squeeze together and fuck. She couldn’t see him do this, but he had to take a moment to look upwards as if he were thanking God for giving him a fairy with a body like this. After praising the unknown, his hands went to her chest, and his thumbs started to work around her nipples to get a feel for them. Turning them from soft to firm. It was unfair how she instantly made him hard, but Pan wasn’t complaining. He couldn't resist keeping his mouth away from her perfect pink circles. They wanted to be sucked on and played with. He brought her left nipple into his mouth and bit the end between his teeth as if she were a piece of candy.

1:54 PM

@Vava

Tink gasped with excitement as Pan suddenly grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the window. Her wings flapped eagerly as the wind blew past them. With a burst of new found strength, Tink's wings expanded to their full span and she flapped them quickly, keeping up with Pan without a problem. There was no pain, and she wasn't hesitant to try to fly. She was eager to fly once more, especially with Pan beside her! Having her wings sliced and torn was a fate worse than death to a fairy, and now that she was healed, she was going to show Pan that she was back. Pan and Tink landed on a fluffy cloud, the cool misty air surrounding the two in a colorful display of white with hints of blue. The night sky was a blanket of inky blue darkness with white speckles dancing across its expansive field. It was beautiful and Tink would normally lay on these very clouds and watch the stars with Pan. But right now, there was something far more beautiful to look at, Pan. Tink had always found Pan attractive, but now, as he straddled her hips and removed his shirt, she couldn't help but really stare at him. She wasn't dumb and she was well aware of the mermaids and fairies that had had a taste of Pan, but something always stuck with Tink now that she recalled those brief stories of the sea girls and fairies; none of them had ever spent time with Pan for more than a quick romp. Pan never stayed with one specific fairy or mermaid. It never felt 'special.'

6:18 AM

The soft fabric of her tunic came over her eyes and Tink didn't fight it. It was mysterious and she liked the game that Pan played with her. He wanted her trust. He needed her trust... Tink's back curved towards him as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. The pink buds turned hard rather quickly as if they too were eager to please Pan. Sharp gasps and airy moans left Tink's pink lips as Pan's fingers brushed over her breasts. Tink didn't feel any shame being exposed like this. None at all. Pan never made her feel ashamed or embarrassed, and this was no different. "Pan..." She moaned as his mouth encompassed her left nipple. He still had her hands pinned, but, the necklace had healed her entirely. It completely wiped all her exhaustion and bruises and cuts. She was back to her old self; and that meant she was ready to show Pan that she was back. His Tink was back.

6:18 AM

Tink suddenly dipped her hands under the clouds and pulled them from his grasp. She quickly moved her legs to his thighs and her fists to his shoulders. She lurched forward and flipped them so that Pan was on his back. She pressed his wrists into the clouds and she shook her head, knocking the shift off. She smiled and leaned down, kissing him firmly. She moaned softly as the taste of rain water and the salt of the sea danced across their lips. Pan's taste was unlike any other. Tink leaned her head down and trailed her kisses along his jaw bone and down his neck. Her hips slowly began to press against his. She could feel how hard he had become and that thought made her moan. Only she could make him feel this way, or so she believed. Approaching his neck and the unmarked flesh, Tink opened her mouth and bit down on the crook of his shoulder and his neck, her teeth latching onto the skin there. She began to suck and kiss on that spot until she pulled back with a soft 'pop'. A red mark was now displayed on his neck. "I am your fairy... and you are my Pan." She said, trailing her kisses back to his mouth, her soft pink tongue slowly peeking out to try to meet his. She released his wrists and instead, she trailed her hands down that god like abdomen, feeling every muscle that his body offered. She took her time, wanting to treasure him as he did her. @Taking Back Luxday

When Tink kissed him, she tasted like watermelon and honey, making his mouth water in all the right ways. He didn’t want it to end. She’d moan, and that made everything worse. Every time her small whimpers crawled out of her heart-shaped mouth, he felt himself losing control. His hands were on the sides of her curvy stomach, gripping her hourglass figure as she placed a hickey on him. Clever move Tink. Wanting everyone to know she’d been there. The feeling when she did it made it nearly impossible not to ram his cock into her right then and there. Don’t get Pan wrong, he held strong emotions for Tink, but he was human…ish. His mind wasn’t thinking clearly at this point, and he blamed his fairy and her perfect tits for turning him on. When she said that she was his and he was hers - a deep-rooted aggression triggered him. He would not share her with anyone from this point on. His fingers dug into her skin and forced her against his body over and over again. Humping was part of the fun of making out, and the more he did it, the more he wanted her. He kissed her in a way that would make any single fairy or merbitch jealous. Because the way Pan wanted Tink could have been out of one of those romance movies where two soulmates finally came together. They moved around in the mist going back and forth with who could be on top in the cloudy blanket under them. Then he made a point to remove any underwear from her body, this thin piece of fabric that could barely be called panties. They were instantly lost within the cloud. He removed his pants right after. From there, he pulled Tink between his legs and wouldn’t let her mouth be away from his. They were like two people that were told they should never do this, then decided fuck it and did it anyway. The way her breasts pushed up against his chest made him feel like he was high.

8:36 PM

Edging him on with how it felt to hold her in his arms, even in moments when he should have given her time to breathe, it was pleasure to steal her oxygen with every suck moaning carnal kiss. He liked bringing her to the point of fainting, where their lips grew raw but sensitive because her tongue was his new favorite plaything. His fingers stretched in and out of her own. Sometimes they’d be in her hair twisting around, forcing her to stay with him. He grabbed her ass, and the first time he did, he thought he was going to come. She filled his hands with that squeeze. These two huge cheeks of delicious perfection tormented him. He couldn’t help it when he flipped her over so he could see her wings and backside. Those provocative hands moved up and down her thighs, then unapologetically in between them. His rough hand stroked her with a few fingers until they were glistening with fairy delight. Pan put those fingers into his mouth and sort of groaned. It was more of an angry noise with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He hated how much he loved her. Tink wasn’t allowed to taste this good, and he’d make sure no one ever got the chance to sample her the way he did. Sure he liked looking at her pretty wings and ass with his handprints all over them, those markings were accidental and unrestrained, but he wanted to see Tink’s face when the time finally came to be inside of her. So he turned her back around, making the clouds around her body swirl. If only he could take that I’m going to fuck the shit out of you look off his face, but he couldn’t. And it was all her fault. He parted her legs once more and felt for her clit, stroking her in circles until she was either begging him to make her come or for him to be inside of her. His own hand grabbed onto himself, working his erection up and down until his pre-game was slipping against his palm.

8:36 PM

He’d never thought of her mouth on the end of his cock before, but now it was the only thing he wanted other than being inside of her. “Suck me off, Tink. I want to feel the bottom of your throat and the way you gag. Then I’m going to fuck you like you deserve. Like you’re mine.” @Vava

Pan's kisses and thrusts against her body pushed Tink into the fiery depths of pleasure and desire, and she refused to move away from it. Instead, she pushed back. Each time his hips pressed into hers with a demanding hump, she pressed back. The two rolled through the cloud, each one trying to get on top. Pan won and perhaps that was because Tink wanted him to win. She wanted him to take her as he pleased, but she wouldn't let him be the only one having fun. No. She wasn't some spineless or weak little fairy. She was Pan's fairy, and that meant she had natural playfulness and spunk. She was his bestfriend, and soon... his lover. Tink moaned as Pan's fingers brushed over her in the most teasing of ways. Her essence dripped from her like a prize for Pan, and when he tasted it his groan made Tink's knees shake. More... she wanted to hear more of those groans. They were like unspoken praises and compliments, and Tink was becoming drunk off of them. Tink smirked a little as Pan seemed to grow angry for just a moment. She knew his anger was not one of rage, but one of passion. She caused this anger because of how she enticed him. It was the sweetest of compliments, and Tink knew it was only meant for her. Pan and Tink now faced one another, and she smiled at him. Her smile was not teasing, or trying to be anything other than herself. Her smile spoke every word she could never say within this lifetime, it would take too long. Her smile said a million words all at once, but most of all, it seemed to say, "I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours."

6:35 AM

She leaned forward as he commanded she suck him off. Her cheeks burned and she nodded. Before she sucked him off, she leaned up and kissed him. She had to taste his lips just once more. Surely that wasn't a bad thing, right? Tink then lowered herself so that she was on her knees entirely. She took his cock in her hands, her petite hands slowly stroking up and down as she grew familiar with the shape of him. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, her tongue slowly licking around the base and length of him. He tasted delicious. He tasted like salt, the earth, the fruits of Neverland... He tasted like home. Tink found that she loved this taste, because it was unique to only Pan. Her tongue continued to familiarize itself with every vein, every inch of skin. Finally, she opened her mouth fully and she took him inside. This was Tink's first time doing such a thing, so she carefully began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. His cock was large, and her mouth was rather little. But, Pan had been clear. He wanted to feel her throat. So... she pushed herself as far as she could. His cock just barely touched the back of her throat. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned weakly, her throat struggling to accept him. She felt herself gag from the experience, but she refused to give up! She pressed deeper, and his cock pressed lightly against her throat. She gagged once more and she pulled back, afraid to disappoint Pan. She then continued to bob her head up and down on him. Her movements were slow so that she could let him feel her throat each time. Her hands rested on his thighs, her nails sinking in slightly. She carefully opened her eyes, tears brimming at the corners from her gagging. Her eyes met Pan's. Was he enjoying this? Was she doing well? @Taking Back Luxday

Was she doing well? If this was a test in school, Tink would have gotten an A+. He liked the way she dug her fingernails into his sides, and most importantly, he liked the way her tongue got to know the end of his cock. Swirling around the ridges figuring out his shape until she took him in fully. She got high marks from Pan when she tried to fit all of him inside her mouth. The gag is what gave her the plus on top of the A. He needed to see her do it again the same way she needed him to make those fun angry noises. There were plenty of those while she was sucking him off. In fact, she worked him so good he found himself pulling on her hair to force her to stay on him, open-mouthed, and looking up. It was wrong to be selfish during a time like this. He knew that. But having Tink on the end of him with her spit coating his shaft was creating an orgasm he hadn’t had before. He was so hard and ready to fill her mouth with cum. By the time he got control and pulled out, there was a string of his juice stretching from the edge of her sweet lips to his cock. Damnit. Would Tink never stop turning him on? He couldn’t just fuck her face all night. Now her cheeks were all red and pink from the fun he’d had, and that annoyed him in her favor. Because she was hot. Not like the other fairies with dull eyes and flavorless kisses, she was attractive because he had strong feelings for her, ones he didn’t realize the depth of until now. All because of those rosy cheeks… “I want to taste you.” And it wasn’t a suggestion. He wanted to know what Tink tasted like for all the obvious reasons, but once he saw how much she enjoyed getting to know him, it made him jealous. Fairies tasted delicious in general. The curiosity surrounding Tink finally broke Pan as he laid her back and parted her legs.

1:01 PM

His mouth went to the outskirts of her pussy, which was wet, and ran his tongue along the flesh there. Starting from the bottom all the way to the top where her clit was. It was fun to play with her clit with his tongue. Doing things he shouldn’t, but there was no turning back now. He knew how to tease her because this wasn’t his first time making someone squirm, but he wanted Tink to have more than a meaningless experience with him. So he made sure that with every lick, every stroke of his tongue, it was done slowly. Brutally slow even. To the point it would make her feel like she was on fire from the inside out. And then his fingers found their way to her opening and slid in. She was tight, and he hated her for that. Pan immediately regretted fingering her because now he knew when the moment came for him to be inside of her, it was going to fuck him up. How he was going to go every day without sticking his cock inside of her, he didn’t know. He placed a kiss on the surface of her clit, now swollen and large from him playing with her the right way, licked it one more time with the length of his tongue just to mess with her, then started placing those kisses on her stomach, working his way up to the middle of her chest, neck, and finally to her mouth where they could taste each other. Pan pushed past his limits of what he could take, grinding between her legs without entering her. Both naked and free to do whatever they wanted. And to him, it was time to have her the way he wanted.

1:01 PM

Normally he’d just do it. Force her to take him if she was ready or not, like a game of hide and seek, which his playmates normally didn’t mind, they were always ready to go - but with Tink…he paused. He wanted to look into her eyes and feel something. And he did. Placing another kiss on her lips, this time done with intention and purpose, partially distracting her while guiding himself into her tight, wet, tiny fairy hole - which made him give her that groan of rage she craved, this time on her mouth, as he pushed himself inside of her. @Vava

It was official. Pan was trying to kill her through arousal. Tink's cheeks burned as he wished to taste her, and a surprised gasp left her lips as Pan pushed her back. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue claiming each and every inch of her velvety skin and her insides. His tongue circled her clit like a wolf circled its prey and each twist of his hot tongue left Tink whimpering. Her hips squirmed against his mouth, her hands immediately going to Pan's head. "P-Pan!" She cried out, her head flying back against the cloud. Her insides were boiling with each swirl of that devious silver tongue. Her hips throbbed, desperate for him to fill her with more than just his tongue. Pan obliged with his fingers and while she loved the feeling of his fingers inside her mixed with the dancing of his tongue, she craved even more. Tink's eyes fluttered and for a moment, she worried she may faint from how intense this internal heat was! However, Pan didn't let her suffer for long. He removed himself from her before giving her clit one last parting kiss. Then... he positioned himself. His eyes met hers, and Tink wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled up at him, and quietly, she whispered, "I'm ready," She returned his kiss, her body ready to accept all of him. He began to enter her and the pain of being split by his size made her whimper, but she refused to remove her lips from his. Her fingers rested on his shoulders and her fingernails, pale in color and smooth, sank lightly against Pan's flesh. Her breath hitched as he pushed further and further within. Burning pain spread through her and Tink cried out, her head falling back. Their kiss broke, but Tink only pulled Pan closer, her legs tightening against his hips. "A-Ah! Pan...Oh, Gods... Pan, you're...so deep!" She gasped.

Through the burning sensations, Tink's arousal began to grow and douse the pain with pleasured rain fall. The pain started to die away, and in its place was the unmistakable feeling of pleasure. This pleasure was not strictly physical, but emotional as well. "Pan...Oh Gods, Pan..." Her voice was filled with desire now. Her hips began to grind and thrust up into his. While her movements were not taking control, she was eager to show him that she was capable of continuing. She was not some weak timid fairy that would beg him to stop because it hurt. No. She would never stop what they were. Ever. Because... "Pan, I love you!" She cried, her hips meeting his and her eyes opening to meet his. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, keeping him close to her. "Pan! Pan!" She cried his name as if it was the purest song, and it needed to be screamed to the heavens and to the shores of Neverland. Yes, Tink loved Pan, and while that was clearly obvious, something about announcing her love, especially now, just felt right. This felt needed. She needed him to know how she felt, for he always let her know how he felt about her. He came to rescue her, and even though Pan didn’t always say what he felt… he showed her. Tink liked to tell him things, and this was the perfect time to tell him how she felt. @Taking Back Luxday

One of the best parts about being Pan was the fact he could fly without wings. So while they were fucking in the clouds, dipping in and out of the mist from the way he thrust himself inside of her, there came a point where being on the fluffy landscape wasn’t needed. Because when Tink confessed she loved him, her words struck a match within his heart that started a fire. One that spread like an inferno. That fire was in his gaze as he stared down into her pretty eyes. His hands kept her wrists in place, pinning them above her head, and he’d stopped their fun for just a moment. It wasn't easy, either. She was all wet and warm and that fairy juice made him lose his mind - but this moment, with her lips all parted and red from his mouth using her for his pleasure, telling him she loved him, was one of those moments that would live with him forever. They always said think happy thoughts - and now Tink had given him the best one. Which is why his hands no longer held her down, instead they moved to her back and pressed her against him as they rose into the air. The thing about Pan was he didn’t need gravity like everyone else. He could lean back and have Tink straddle him while still being inside of her. At this new position, he felt her gspot. It was enlarged and if he continued to stay like this, he’d be able to hit it every time she bucked her body on him. His hands slid around her figure, moving from her back to her hips, and gripped her like this. Tink was silhouetted with the full moon behind her, making her fairy wings glow like an underground rave. He couldn’t stop the smile on his face from showing. Pan liked the way Tink looked. She was hot and turned him on even when wearing clothes. But now she was all naked and visually tempting. She was the fairy he wanted to fuck in a dark forest, a warm waterfall, and up against the walls of his room. He made it so Tink’s legs were bent, kneeling at his sides with the tops of her feet resting on his thighs. Once

11:14 AM

she was settled on him, his hands went to hers and locked fingers so she could lean against him and lift herself up and down.

11:14 AM

Getting off before his partner was a fucking crime, but Tink was all moonlit and bouncy with her tits moving above him. He wanted them in his mouth, in his hands, fucking them just because. Her wings would flutter and sprinkle fairy dust into the air, which was just an aphrodisiac to Pan. It was manipulation! And he could feel her nearing her climax. His head spun with the idea of them getting off at exactly the same time. So when his name kept leaving her mouth louder and louder, he pulled her down to him so he could kiss her. And not just kiss her because it was the right thing to do, he kissed her because he felt the same way she did. “You are my fairy, Tink. And I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” Those words were baited with a deep passion and desire for Tink, all heavy and breathy, mixed in with their continued fucking. And the moment Tink got off, he did too, and their mouths were together moaning dirty sounds. Pan and Tink were like the neighbors down the street having a good time in the middle of the day with the windows wide open, enjoying an afternoon delight. Only they were in the air, and it really didn’t matter if all of Neverland heard Tink’s final cries of pleasure, or Pan’s more than deserving groan on her lips - a confession that she’d made him get off, and he liked every fucking minute of it. With his hand on her throat he pulled her towards him. “Don’t you dare do this with anyone else. I love you, Tink.” And then something happened. With the moon behind them casting its silvery light on the two, a surge of power coated their skin, and in a flash, it was gone. Pan was connected to Tink again via the magic of Neverland. He could feel her the way he used to before Hook broke their bond. This only amplified his emotions for her at that precise moment. The love. Lust. Craving. Desire. The need to be with Tink and how he’d kill anyone who tried to take her away from him. @Vava

Tink was head over heels in love with Pan, and she'd never be ashamed to admit such a thing. Each thrust of his hips sense a burning fire through her. His movements spoke a thousand words that no physical speech could truly ever convey. Tink's feet suddenly felt nothing underneath them and she realized they were now floating in the air. This position pulled her down as she let her wings go lax. She cried out with pure pleasure. He was slamming into every sensitive spot within her, both in her heart and her pelvis. Her hips continued to bounce up and down, meeting his thrusts. She looked down at Pan, their eyes meeting. His gaze was so intense and it made her moan just from the severity of him. Pan was the most handsome man in Neverland, and Tink had stared at him before, her gaze wandering over every perfect inch of him. Now, here he was, underneath her, his hips thrusting hard into hers and sending her into the depths of ecstasy. Pan didn't let her feel lonely as they became one. His hands were on hers and he kept his thrusts firm and powerful. He kissed her, and Tink moaned into their kiss. Their kiss was hot, passionate, and she felt every ounce of his love. Pan's kisses tasted like the best fruit mixed with the salt of the sea, and Tink knew she was going to become addicted to them. Pan better be prepared to kiss her all the time now. Her lower belly tightened as her release began to build up with each push against her g-spot, and Tink was constantly moaning. "Pan! Pan, oh God, Pan... You feel so good! I've loved you from the moment I saw you." She cried, her hips bouncing harder and faster now. Her release came hard and Tink's voice nearly shook the cloud they rested above. Their releases mixed and mingled together like two lovers and Tink's eyes fluttered. "I'm yours, Pan. Yours and only yours. No one else's. I'd never do this with anyone else. Just you, Pan." She confirmed, not wanting him to even think she ever considered being someone else's. No.

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Never. The shining light of the moon suddenly enveloped them and Tink felt her heart swell. Their connection had been reformed. Tink looked down at Pan, her eyes wide with surprise, excitement, and pleasure. "Pan...It's...It's back!" She gasped. She leaned down and kissed him firmly, her hands going to his cheeks. She cupped them, her fingers feeling the rough skin of his cheeks, her palms resting on his jaw bone. As she pulled away from their kiss, she refused to separate them. She didn't want to be apart from Pan ever again, even like this. She laid on top of him to regain her breathing and rest. She felt so sleepy now. She rested her head on his chest, her hair splayed out on his chest. Her wings rested on either side of them almost like a rainbow blanket. "Does this mean I can sleep in your bed from now on?" She asked, smiling up at him. Despite her teasing, she was thinking about their next move. They'd have to travel to Noslovi... and that would be extremely dangerous. But, Tink wasn't afraid. She had Pan, and Pan had her. They would make it out of this, just like they made it out of being separated by Hook. They would be alright. They would. She'd make sure of it. @Taking Back Luxday

What a sight when Pan and Tink descended into Neverland. If standing from far away, their figures could be seen accented with moonlight, surrounded by a starry cosmos of pink, purple, and glittering blue galaxies, nebulas, and golden shooting stars. The odds of anyone watching them were slim, but Neverland was full of nightlife so it was entirely possible there were a pair of unsuspecting eyes following their entwined bodies in the clouds. An emotion such as jealousy could easily spark within someone if accidentally observing them - not everyone could fly, and a chance to be in the sky with Pan, in his arms was like winning the lottery. On the flip side, a fairy such as Tink, one with perfect wings, heart-shaped lips, devoted eyes, and fairy dust that could turn someone’s fortune into good luck, was something anyone would commit a crime for or make a wish on one of those shooting stars to switch places with her… Pan was not ready to think about the next day, their dangerous plan to release the Lost boys and girls in Noslovi, and how he could lose Tink again. He would face their challenges once the sun touched Neverland, and that was still several hours away. Instead of heading back to the hideout, he decided to take Tink to a waterfall hidden along the coast, one of those secret places only he knew about - it was too difficult to reach by foot, and with the sea being shallow, unworthy mercunts could not explore either. There were lots of spots he hadn’t shown Tink, and this was one of them. He kept his hold on her as he flew through the sky, making it so she could keep her arms around his neck until they landed. He snatched their clothes from the clouds as they passed through all that white fluff, then tossed them to the ground somewhere dry once reaching the falls.

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This particular waterfall was unique. It glowed neon turquoise from bioluminescent waves washing ashore, making everything have a touch of blue light on it from the algae bloom of plankton. Wet rocks covered in green seaweed and moss made this a secluded area for them. Pan pulled Tink under the waterfall with him, fingers twisting into hers, each step carefully placed so they wouldn’t slip on the smooth wet stones under their toes, but it was clear Pan knew the way and had been here before. Without warning, he brought Tink under the crashing waterfall with him. It was a heavy downpour of warm water. He wanted them to get clean before returning home, and washing off all the cum and fairy juice from their fun didn’t take very long. Now showering with Tink, Pan drenched himself with water spraying off his shoulders. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back to get himself completely soaked. It was attractive the way he brought his hands up to his face to mess with his features while rinsing off. Because when Pan stepped aside, getting out of the water, he did one of those head whips where it sent his hair flying in all directions, water drops flinging about, down his face and shoulders, dripping slowly, glowing blue, paired with one of his typical sly Pan smiles aimed at Tink right after. He grabbed his fairy by the wrist and pulled her to him just to look down into her eyes. One of those moments where the waterfall was so loud they couldn’t hear anything else. Both of them were now concealed behind a cover of falling water. Droplets hung off the edge of his bottom lip, only to be shared with Tink as he kissed her. This wasn’t a ploy to fuck her again. He just wanted to taste the way Tink made out with him now that they’d established new rules in their dynamic.

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But one kiss sort of turned into two. Tink’s slick curvy body pressed against his and her wet hair snaking down her chest only made it impossible to stop what he started. Their tongues danced slowly as if he were doing it on purpose. One of Pan’s hands went to her face with his thumb stroking down on her cheek, outlining the shape of her chin, while the other went between her legs just to touch her there. Just to make her feel good while they kissed. Even if it was just to make her edge. He enjoyed the flavor of her kiss like this.

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@Vava

Tink had thought she had seen all of Neverland, and yet it felt like every day Pan was bringing her to brand new places. He introduced her to the warm water of a new waterfall, one that she had never seen before, and the two entered the waters naked. Most of the waters in Neverland were cold but this one felt almost like bath water. It was so comforting, especially after making love to one another. Tink hummed with delight, her wings fluttering, splattering water across the rocks and Pan. She ran her hands over her body, but not in a way that could be seen as washing really. Tink was more or less letting the water consume her. She didn't want to wash Pan away, so she instead used the water to push him deeper into her, letting the water be almost like a seal. The water would seal his touch to her skin, at least in her mind... Tink looked back to see Pan whip his hair away from his face and her cheeks darkened. A smile tugged at her pink lips and she bit her lip, "Wow..." She cooed quietly. Pan truly was the most handsome man in all of Neverland. Tink knew that already, but it definitely didn't hurt to be reminded of that every now and then! Pan suddenly approached her and Tink didn't even question it. She returned his kiss without a single millisecond of hesitation, and when that kiss turned to two... she gladly accepted it. Tink shivered with pleasure, a shuddering breath leaving her body as Pan's tongue came out to play. His hands lit tiny fires under her skin. Her head tipped back against the warm stone of the waterfall's cliff. "Pan..." She whispered, his name now her sacred word. The sound of the water crashing down behind them was like music, the heavy bass thundering in her ears. Her hips slowly ground against his. Her hips thrust to beg for his hand's attention. Her right hand held onto his forearm, and her other hand went to his hair, tugging lightly at those brown locks.

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Soft moans mixed with the sound of the water fall and the sounds of their kisses. Tink let his forearm go and moved her other hand to his hip. He was feeling her, so she wished to feel him too. Her hand wrapped around him, that familiar feeling making her shudder in delightful anticipation. The anticipation itself felt fantastic. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body pressed against his muscular form. Pan's hands felt strong against her body and she wished she could feel them all over her. But it wasn't just the physical touch that felt so good, it was the emotional connection of just touching one another, feeling each other especially after losing each other for so long. The thought of never being able to touch Pan again made her hold him closer. @Taking Back Luxday

It felt like hours had gone by since they left the hideout. A round of fucking in the clouds followed by taking Tink to one of his favorite spots of seclusion was an escape only few could dream of. Most wouldn’t think it was real, but if you were fortunate enough to be connected to Pan, anything was possible. For a while, he wasn’t plagued with thoughts of what they had to do in Noslovi. It was just him, his fairy, and moments of rebuilding their bond with the magic of Neverland. Would this particular kiss be one to remember? To Pan, the answer was yes for many reasons. He’d had his fun with the mermaids and nymphs of Neverland, and each time his mouth met someone else’s there was an energetic vibration behind the moment lulling him to do it again. Even when he was inside of Tink, feeling all her fairy goodness, their lips toying with each other as if they were destined to do this all along - it didn’t compare to the moment after it was all said and done. The moment right here. When he had his hand between her thighs working his fingers up her body until reaching her neck. There he pulled her closer and just got lost in all of it. There was no way to describe the chemistry between Pan and Tink other than to say it was the kind of emotion that people went their whole lives searching for, and most never found. Sure, Pan had always had feelings for Tink. Strong ones, in fact. But that never made him consider there was a layer beyond what he knew, a place in his heart that hadn’t been explored. Now the door to this forbidden area within him was open and letting her inside felt right. This had to be the point of life. Who knows how long they’d kept up their game of who could make the other moan the loudest, or touch the other’s tongue in just the right way to make shivers run down their backs. And without being inside of her to blame all this on the idea it was just physical pleasure warping his mind, Pan was forced to look at how he felt for Tink and admit he was i

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n love with her. Even when he came out of his daze of their kiss, his lips breaking away from hers as if getting too high from the feeling with her beautiful eyes, pink cheeks, and perfect lips being the only thing he could focus on, he knew deep down he’d never experienced anything like this in his entire life. A reckoning was happening for Pan as they held each other, skin to skin, covered by the bright lights of the neon blue waterfall… he needed to accept that Tink was his, completely, and he was hers. The addictive high he got from a short game of chase with others didn’t compare to the everlasting emotions he harbored for his fairy, and the lengths he’d go to keep her safe. They only had hours before the orange glow of the sun would touch all of Neverland and the rise of a new adventure would begin. One that was filled with deadly perils should anything go wrong, so he took her back to the hideout to lay on his moss bed, in the dark and shadows of the flickering candlelight to hold her against him one last time. “You realize the dangers of going to Noslovi, don’t you Tink…the risks of being captured and sold into a life where you’d never taste an ounce of freedom again?” Was it comfort he was looking for or reassurance during this quiet moment between them? There was no other way to get the Lost boys and girls back, and so Pan had to wonder, would he and Tink ever share a moment like this again if they failed… @Vava

Pan's touch made Tink shiver, but this was not simply due to arousal; no, this was due to the fact that it was Pan. Pan's touch sparked more than just a physical response within her. Pan's touches were like the most delicious sweets on the planet. They were more memorable than the mermaid's songs that the mermaids used to lure sailors into the briny deep. Tink had never been kissed before, but she felt as though Pan had completed her. She could never feel this with someone else. Never. Throughout her entire time on Neverland, Tink had feelings for Pan, and while she had never truly acted upon them, she knew that Pan felt something for her. Now, she knew exactly what he felt. He loved her, and this love was more than just how someone loved their best friends. This love was what someone felt for their true love. Their soulmate... She knew that Pan was in love with her, and this was because she loved him too. She was in love with Pan, and she had no remorse for this. She loved Pan, and she'd scream it from the top of this waterfall if he wanted her to. Hell, she might even do it just because. As Pan kissed along her body, Tink let the fires of love and desire bubble within her body. Soft sighs and moans of pleasure left her pink lips, her hands traveling the well known paths of Pan's back, arms, and chest, and up to his head. She had to touch him, because deep down in her mind, she feared that if she let him go, this dream come true would vanish.

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Pan took her hand and took her back to the hideout and as he spoke to her about Noslovi, and the dangers that resided within this next leg of their journey, she nodded, her silver hair swishing slightly as she nodded. "I know... But, Pan," She took his hands in hers and she brought his fingers to her lips. She kissed along his knuckles. The kisses attempted to soothe and ease his tension, but she knew she could never truly make it go away, "I have you. I know you'll keep me safe." Noslovi was a dangerous place, and not just dangerous due to the location, it was the people that resided within Noslovi. Noslovi was one of the scariest places in Neverland, and because of this, all the Lost Boys and Girls stayed away. Tink had never even been to Noslovi because of how scary it was. But, she'd do anything to get the Lost Girls and Boys back, so she'd go to Noslovi, and she would walk in there naked with signs that read, "Free Fairy," if that's what it took. Was Tink scared? Absolutely. Did she believe in Pan and his plans? Abso-fucking-lutely. Tink raised her hand and she brushed her delicate fingers down his cheek, almost as if she was taking one final touch. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed into Pan's eyes. "We're going to be okay. We're going to get them back. I believe in us. I know we will do what is right." She said softly. She needed him to know that she truly believed in him. If anyone had any doubt, this plan would fail... So, Tink made sure to believe in it. @Taking Back Luxday

That night Pan didn’t sleep at all. He watched the shadows from dripping candles play on his ceiling, flickering over the green moss in between the wooden cracks of his room. Rain and wind carried the scent of wet earth through an open window with a cold cascade of air washing over his skin, yet the chill was no match for Tink’s warm body pressed against his. There were moments when Pan wanted to wake her, to either fuck again or suggest they abandon their plan and start a new life somewhere else, but his heart would never forgive him if he didn’t try to save the Lost boys and girls of Neverland - he just didn’t want to sacrifice Tink in the process. So his fingers touched her hair as she slept. Combing his way through her soft strands to keep her in a land of slumber while he suffered waves of agony at the thought of losing her. What would he do if their plan failed and she was in a position where he couldn’t keep his promise to keep her safe? Their connection through the magic of Neverland would haunt him every day. He’d feel everything she felt. The torment. The fear. The terrible acts of cruelty they’d perform on Tink in order to break her. It would be another cycle of Hook’s ship, only this time, removing their bond was impossible unless one of them wanted it to happen. That alone was dangerous and could be used against him if anyone in Noslovi found out. Bits of sunlight washed into the room letting Pan know morning was here. He carefully got up in order to not wake Tink, leaving her surrounded by the heavy furs of his bed. The gnarly staircase leading to the dining room creaked as he walked downstairs. Base was already awake, sitting at the table with a cup in his hand and a piece of fruit in the other. “We should get going, Pan…” said Base with concern in his voice. “I want to let her sleep a while longer. How confident are you that we’ll succeed?” “Truthfully?” Base chewed on the fruit. “I think we stand a good chance. They won’t suspect anything

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from me and Tink is clearly a unique fairy. One look at her and it’s easy to tell she’d bring a good price…” but when Pan seemed angry by this Base changed the subject in order to keep the conversation moving. “I’ll need shackles and something to keep her from speaking.” There was a room within the hideout where they kept their weapons and other items used for raids. Pan flew there and grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs then returned to Base, reluctantly handing them over to his friend. “I will do everything in my power to keep her safe. You must stay hidden, Pan. You can watch from the tree line, but you must not do anything until you see us freeing the Lost boys and girls. They’ll be in cages in the center of Noslovi. Once Tink is able to break out of her cuffs, pick her cage lock, and sprinkle fairy dust on any guards to distract them…she should stand a good shot at getting everyone out of there, but there is a problem…”

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Base got up from the table and walked towards Pan, placing a hand on his shoulder as if to brace him for what he was about to say next. “What is it?” asked Pan. “The Lost boys and girls aren’t the only ones who need saving, and I fear Tink will lose sight of this once she gets there,” said Base. He let go of Pan’s shoulder and headed for the hideout’s exit. As Pan followed him their conversation ended until they were outside where Base felt he could speak freely, just in case Tink overheard them… “You know the horrors of Noslovi, Pan - the dangers for someone like Tink…” said Base. “Fairies,” said Pan. “You’re worried she’s going to see her kind locked up and will want to free them.” “Yes,” said Base. “That’s exactly what I think. She is strong, we both know it, but when she sees the condition her kind are in I am not sure if she’ll be able to handle the reality of the situation.” “We have no other choice,” said Pan. “Then let’s get on with it,” said Base, who handed Pan the cuffs. The time had finally come for them to leave, and so, Pan went upstairs to wake Tink. He did this the way any Lost boy would do if they could fly - by hovering over her and placing his lips on hers, softly at first, then with the intention to free her from a prison of dreams. His body descended on top of hers, straddling her with his knees sinking into the bed at her sides, and when her eyes opened, that unfair kiss slowly ended. Pan placed a finger on his lips, signaling her to stay quiet, then removed his shirt. He tore the fabric in two and carefully used one piece to tie around her mouth. Her hands were then cuffed in front of her - and what a sight she was to Pan, bound and pinned under him - if only these were different circumstances… “It’s time to take you to Noslovi, Tink…” @Vava

Thankfully sleep came easily for Tink, and her dreams were peaceful. This at least kept her calm. If she hadn't slept well, Tink might not have been as prepared as she needed to be. This was going to be an extremely dangerous mission, and Tink needed to be on her game. Did this mean that Tink wasn't scared? No. Tink was petrified of failing. If she failed, then the Lost Boys and Girls would be lost forever... and it would be all her fault. In the morning, Pan woke her, and Tink wished she could have just pulled Pan back down into the bed and kissed him for days on end. But, The Lost Boys and Girls needed them. She didn't resist him as he covered her mouth with a town piece of fabric. It tasted like Pan. She nodded as he told her it was time and she gave him a smile, wanting him to know that she didn't resent him for this. She trusted him. Things would be okay. They would be okay. ~~ Pan, Base, and Tink made their way out of the hideout and into the jungle. It was a hot morning. The sun shone brightly through the trees, and the air was thick with hot moisture. As they walked, Tink started to feel sweat beading along her neck and her brow. Was it a cold sweat of fear, or just the heat? Well, even Tink didn't know right now. Base had helped Pan shackle her, so Tink was walking between the men, Base up front and Pan behind. The sounds of the animals soothed Tink's rapidly beating heart. All she could think of was, "What if we fail? What if we don't find them? What if the Lost Boys and Girls are already dead?" She shook her head, her light blonde hair swishing, and her wings fluttering. She couldn't think these things. She needed to think positively! They would find the Lost Boys and Girls. They would succeed! They would get the Lost Boys and Girls back!

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The walk from their base to Noslovi was several hours, and when they got close to Noslovi, it was obvious. The trees stopped growing. The green of the grass started to die away. The beautiful fields of grass turned into dirt fields. The birds stopped singing, and the animals stopped chittering. Noslovi was close... and it felt as though the life started to die the closer they got. Hesitantly, Tink's footsteps started to falter. Base was holding the chain of her shackles, and he gave it a light tug. He turned back to her. "Come on." His tone was neutral, and he knew that Pan would have to do the emotional lifting at this point. Tink nodded, but she looked back to Pan. She just... needed to see him. She needed to have him in her sights for a moment. If anything... she just needed assurance that things would be alright, and Pan made everything alright. After several hours, they made it into Noslovi. Here is where they separated. Pan would go off into the trees to avoid sight, but Base took the lead, leading Tink into Noslovi and towards the market. Noslovi was a large industrial city, and beauty had no place here except in a cage. Base looked to Tink, feeling a little guilty. "I will have to say things about you. I apologize now." He said just barely above a whisper. Tink nodded slightly, keeping her eyes ahead as they walked down the stone made path of Noslovi. Noslovi had a lingering stench of mold, dirt, and hatred. There was no sound of music, no sound of joy anywhere. Small dirty broken huts that represented houses paved the way to the market. Large huts made up the stores, and the residents of Noslovi were dressed in rough potato sack robes that were caked in dirt. If one was 'lucky' in Noslovi, they were dressed in slightly better robes, and these were the ones who sold others. They had to 'represent their clientele'. Base was currently dressed in a simple pair of pants and a shirt. Not too well dressed, but not dirty.

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The center of Noslovi held numerous stands. Some vendors simply had large dirty rugs that they sat on and spread their wares around them. This allowed others to steal, but that in turn resulted in fights. A fight breaking out in the market in Noslovi was as common as a horse eating grass. No one was surprised, but no one wanted to be involved. Fights in Noslovi ended in death. There was never a truce, nor a draw. If you lost, you died. Tink looked around Noslovi, her ears twitching as she listened to the vendors screaming for people to come check their wares. Those that were not residents of Noslovi stuck out like sore thumbs, and vendors knew how to trick them. There were also those that came to Noslovi for the 'special' wares that one could only obtain through Noslovi. Fairies. Humans. Beasts. Anything illegal. Tink noticed several stands that held cages. These cages contained large colorful beasts that were bound and gagged, unable to escape. That wasn't all. Other humans resided in these cages, and one thing that nearly stopped Tink in her tracks, were the fairies she saw. She saw a male fairy, and a female fairy, both tied to their cages, their wings bound together, and their bodies beaten. They looked malnourished and drugged. Tears immediately ran down her cheeks. These conditions were deplorable.

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Tink felt horrible. How on Earth could anyone be treated like this! If this was happening here... what happened to the Lost Boys and Girls? They passed one stand in particular, and Tink saw a head of pink hair holding onto a small thin man in a cage; Mirella and Tobin! Tink gasped, but she felt Base tug her wrists, a firm tone slipping from him. "Don't lose focus." He didn't even glance at her. He couldn't afford to show any emotion here. If their cover was blown, then all was lost. Tink felt horrible. She wished she could tell Mirella and Tobin that she was here. That she was going to save them and get them out of here. She could only wonder where the rest of the Lost Boys and Girls were. Base brought Tink to one of the huts, and he approached the counter. A fat balding man with an eye patch on his eye, was sitting behind the counter. He smelled like stale cigars, his good eye a deep dark green. He groaned as he leaned forward. "Can I help ya?" He grumbled. Base tugged Tink forward. "I want to sell her. How do I get a spot in the market?" The man smirked, looking Tink over. "She's a beaut. She in tact?" Base turned Tink, showing her back. Her scars were visible, but the medicine that Pan had placed had significantly lessened their severity. The man didn't seem to mind. "Wings in tact... a bit roughed up... But still beautiful. Nice features."

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Tink shivered, the feeling of the man's eyes on her making her sick. She didn't want this man staring at her. The only person she wanted to look at her, was Pan. "So? That spot?" Base interjected, staring hard at the man. The man chuckled. "Fine fine fine. Pay a fee. Ye get the spot that's open. You need a cage?" "You have a spot with one?" "Costs extra." Base huffed, but nodded. He pulled out a small coin pouch and he pressed it into the man's open meaty hand. He opened the pouch and nodded, chuckling. "Out front and to the left. Red rug. There's an open cage. It's yours for the next three days. Sell her before then or you pay this fee again." He said. Base nodded and took Tink to the spot. He put her into the cage and he shackled her to the cage. From this position, Tink could see Mirella and Tobin, but they weren't looking at her. At least she could see them. That's what she wanted. She kept looking around, and she spotted several more cages with other Lost Boys and Girls. Tink whimpered, looking at Base. Base didn't acknowledge her. Tink kept looking around, the heat still beating down on her. The cages were small, and their locking mechanism was a basic lock system. Pan and she used to pick locks all the time, so this wouldn't be an issue. The problem was how many people were around. They'd have to wait for night time, so long as the stands left their prizes in their cages. "How much for the fairy?" A gruff voice came in front of Tink. A tall man in a black cloak stood before her, his eyes narrowed as he glanced at her. "How much you offering?" Base said. The man looked at Tink. "Fifty gold." "Not on your life." Base said, waving his hand dismissively. The man smirked, kneeling down. "I meant for an hour, son. I don't need a fairy for long." He smirked. Tink pressed herself into the back of the cage, her eyes wide, trembling slightly. As he bent down, his cloak moved slightly, and Tink saw... clippings. Clippings of fairy wings.

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"She's not for hourly sale. Beat it." Base said darkly, putting his hand near his belt, a sharpened shortsword at his hip. The man snarled and stood. "I'll see you again, little one." He said to Tink, licking his lips. "No fairy has ever escaped me..." He departed their spot, and Tink couldn't stop shaking. "Relax. You're safe for now." Base mumbled. "Welcome to Noslovi..." He clenched his fist on the hilt of his short sword. He scanned the treeline, curious if Pan was able to see them. @Taking Back Luxday

“Don’t touch me!” The fairy screamed, now backed into a corner of the metal cage she’d been tossed into. Her hands gripped the bars of the enclosure hoping that somehow one of them would give out and she could escape. She shook them violently trying to free herself. This only caused the people standing around to laugh at her weak and feeble struggle. “You’re screwed!” said one of the men taunting the fairy. He jabbed her with a wooden stick, aiming for her ribs through the metal bars of the cage. The Noslovian man wore old garbs with pieces of ripped fabric wrapped around his arms, meant to be used as a bandage. When looking closely, one could see scratch marks on his skin, most likely from the fingernails of a prisoner within the camp. The sad excuse for a shirt had several worn holes in the sleeves and hung lazily over his baggy shorts, doing a poor job to cover his dirty legs and feet from onlookers. “Not to mention she’s tainted. Look what Orameth did to her wings. They’ve been clipped and her skin has been stripped of dust!” This made the crowd screech with cruel laughter. Nothing was better than a fairy that could no longer sparkle - or fly. “Make her dance!” someone else suggested. This individual, who wasn’t important enough to have a name in the story, chugged down a glass of beer causing the golden liquid to spill all over their face without care. It was better if it got on their clothes because then others would know it was time to celebrate. That’s what happened in Noslovi, after all. When a fairy was captured, everyone had a good time making them feel welcome. “You can’t let her out of the cage without tying her wings down first, and if you ruin them Orameth will have your head you useless piece of pig shit.” This person had a rope in their hands and started taunting the fairy in the cage with it. They created a noose and started measuring the fairy’s head and neck from a few feet away. “I bet she’d look really nice face down tied to my bedp

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ost.” This idea scared the fairy, and everyone seemed to enjoy her terror. However, regardless of her fear, the crowd seemed to think it was a good idea, and agreed by chanting encouraging words that would make this idea a reality. “Tie her up! Drag her around the camp and let’s take a look at her without those ugly fairy clothes on! Tie her up! Tie her up!” “Orameth never said anything about keeping our dicks out of her, either. He only said don’t ruin her wings!”

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Now they were hyping each other up, planning a night to remember. Who would go first? A few of them started a brawl, throwing swings, and whoever was the last one standing would win first dibs on some of that juicy fairy goodness. “It doesn’t matter if you fuck her first or not,” said someone else in the crowd. “I heard him rough her up last night. She isn’t pure. Look at her. Her face says it’s true!” And it was. The fairy couldn’t hide the fact she’d been raped. Her face went bright red, not out of embarrassment, but anger. She shook in the cage screaming for help. Everyone in the camp could hear her cries. It was a tragic scene where the fairies stolen from the Fairy Kingdom could watch from their cages, but do nothing. The Lost boys and girls also heard the fairy's pitiful cries for help, and they too could do nothing. The worst part about all of it was there was no pain on any of their faces, only depression. Sorrow. Endless sadness for what was to happen to the fairy. “We’ve seen this too many times! They’re going to kill her for sport and keep her wings,” said one of the Lost boys through gritted teeth. “I can’t take it anymore!” He started to cry, not because he was weak, but the horror of what they all endured day in and day out was so brutal, it was finally breaking them down bit by bit. “No! Get your hands off me! May an everlasting curse be upon you and your entire fami-” One of the members of the crowd punched the fairy in the face knocking her out cold. Her head hung as they carried her to one of the tents, tippy toes dragging on the dirt floor, slipping behind the fabric of the tent’s opening into darkness. “Why hasn’t Pan found us yet?” whispered one of the Lost girls. She trembled, pushing her head against the cold steel bars to speak with the other Lost members who could hear her in their cages nearby, “...and am I crazy or did I see Tink earlier? I could have sworn it was her! Maybe they’re here to save us?” “Pan would never let Tink an

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ywhere near this place,” one of the Lost boys hissed. He kicked his cage out of frustration, which only added to his mistake in speaking about Pan’s fairy… “Not the elusive Tink…the fairy with all of Neverland’s secrets,” said Orameth. His voice carried somewhere near but he was nowhere to be seen, not until he appeared from behind a tower of boxes where the people of Noslovi often gambled and smoked. The Lost boy who’d said Tink’s name snapped his mouth shut, instantly regretting his choice to bring her up. “I think I’ll go pay Base another visit and make him an offer he can’t refuse…” @Vava

As the hours creeped by, Tink was roasting in the heat of the sun. Sweat was beading down her forehead, and she felt her cheeks getting hot from the boiling intensity of the UV rays. Her wings drooped down and she swallowed as much saliva as she could. God she was thirsty, but Base could only sneak her small capfuls of water little by little, and it was no where near enough. She kept her gaze on the Lost Boys and Girls. Thankfully they couldn't see her, but her attention was constantly dragged away with each 'patron' that kept trying to buy Tink. Thankfully, Base kept a level head, raising the price of her each time. He never fully stated how much she was, and that was probably for the best because that way no one could show up with that amount, or find them suspicious for bringing a fairy that was 'too expensive.' Fairies were rare and prized, but not for show. They were prized for their wings and their fairy dust. If a fairy was a virgin, some might enjoy that, but it wasn't a requirement. As the day dragged on, Tink was devising a plan on how she was going to break the locks of the cages. What she planned to do was leave during the night, after Base left her cage key and a small lockpick in the dirt on 'accident' for her. She would then take the the lockpick and she'd release all of the Lost Boys and Girls, and perhaps the fairies too, if they were willing to go with her. She couldn't leave them behind. She had witnessed a female fairy get beaten, raped for who knew how long... only for it to end with her wings being sliced from her body, and Tink knew that that poor fairy was not sedated or given medication. No... That was never the case. "I'm coming guys... I'm coming." She whispered, keeping her hope high. She was going to get the Lost Boys and Girls out of here. She was going to get them back, safe and sound.

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"I thought I told you to get-" "Lost? Yes, yes you did, young man. However..." The sinister voice sent shivers up Tink's spine once more. Her skin breaking out into goose pimples. She looked back at the man who she had seen earlier. The wing clippings man. The Devil himself. Orameth smirked as he stood over Tink's cage, his yellowed teeth almost waving at Tink from their position in his dry cracked lips. Orameth turned to Base and leaned down, whispering just so Tink and Base could hear. "I am surprised you're not dying in this heat. Especially given your frigid disposition." He hissed darkly. Base's eyes widened and Orameth smirked, placing a crooked finger to his lips. "Now now, mustn't draw attention to yourself, correct? Wouldn't it be a problem all these men knew that a certain fairy was sitting right in this cage? How would you fight all of them off?" Base snarled but regained his composure, looking at Orameth. "What do you want?" "Simply, her. She holds great potential. The secrets of Neverland. What a price that would be. I wonder what's more important to you and Mr. Pan. The secrets... or her life." He cooed, his finger dancing along the edge of the cage. Base stayed silent, his eyes forward, thinking of the best way to drive the dagger in his belt into Orameth's chest. But, if he killed Orameth, he'd be killed on sight. He couldn't get everyone out if the entire town was trying to flay him... "What are you offering?" Base said through gritted teeth. Before Orameth could even speak, Tink swallowed nervously, then she reached up and tugged the gag out of her mouth. Hoarsely, she croaked out. "I-I'll...exchange my life, for theirs." She said, gesturing to the fairies and the Lost Boys and Girls. "Set them free, and you can have me." "Stop it. Be quiet." Base hissed, but Tink shook her head. "I'm serious."

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Orameth's smile curled even higher, almost as if his lips were going to split his face in half horizontally in a frightening display of gore. His eyes never left her and he knelt down, staring into Tink's soul. His eyes were wild with danger and a desire so deep, that Tink involuntarily whimpered. Orameth reached through the cage, his hand cupping her cheek. "What a good little fairy... So loyal to your friends... so kind hearted..." He then licked his lips as he stared at her wings. "How beautiful..." Base inhaled deeply. Pan was going to fucking kill him. "You'll let them go? As soon as she's in your care?" "Yes, of course." Orameth said, nodding to Base, though that gaze never left Tink. Base then nodded. "Okay then..." He got off his chair and he unlocked Tink's cage. She stepped out and Orameth pulled her close. He reached into his pocket and removed a small vial from within. The vial was filled with a dark liquid. He uncorked it with his thumb and swiftly pressed the vial under Tink's nose. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she went limp. The vial was filled with a sedative drug from deep within the caverns of Neverland. "Tink-!" Base went to step forward but Orameth snapped. Two thuggish brutes appeared behind Base. One grabbed his arms and another pulled their fist back before punching the boy across the face. Base fell unconscious as well. "Why don't you escort our little friend out to the woods? I believe he is... homesick.." Orameth chuckled darkly. "On it." The men grumbled. They dragged Base out of Noslovi, dragging him past the cages that contained the Lost Boys and Girls. "No..." The same girl who saw Tink watched as Base was dragged away. She knew exactly what had happened, and now... none of them would be rescued. She cried into her hands, shaking her head with sorrow. Sorrow for Tink. Sorrow for Base... Sorrow for Pan, and sorrow for them. ~~~ (edited)

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Tink woke with a whimper, her head throbbing with agony. Her head was foggy and she looked around. She was in a dark room, tied to two large poles, her legs bound and her arms above her head. "Ah, finally awake my dear? Good. The fun will begin shortly." Orameth purred, standing in front of a large iron table. The table was littered with tools. Knives, pliers, scissors, a saw, tongs, anything and everything that could be used for torture. Tink jerked at her restraints but she found she had no way of breaking them. "Iron. Such a useful tool against your kind. Your magic and strength has no use against it. Thankfully, my chains won't hurt you... But these," He patted the table, chuckling darkly. "These will..." Tink whimpered again, that sweat now turning icy cold against her pale skin. "Y-You let the Lost Boys and Girls go, right? You promised!" "Promised? Oh, no, my dear... I never promised anything. And they'll be free... eventually." He laughed. "Death will take them one day. But, for now, they reside in Noslovi..." "You lied... You...You lied!" Tink hissed, jerking her restraints again and again. Orameth didn't worry as she tore at her restraints. "Struggle all you wish. But don't tire yourself out too quickly. We have the rest of your life to play, my dear, and I intend to take my sweet time with you. You're special, you know." He walked forward, brushing one of the knives in the air in front of her. "Your skin has the finest dust I've ever seen... Your wings will make my walls even prettier." He smiled. "And when you're no longer of use to me, I'll sell your body parts to any willing buyer. Think of all the uses you can have!" He laughed. Tears ran down Tink's cheeks as she looked for a window. There was a small window in the shack, but it was so high up. "Pan! Pan! Pan!" "Scream all you want. No one will find you here. I made sure of it." He smirked, turning back to the table.

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Tink opened her mouth and screamed. She continued to scream for what felt like hours. Orameth was undeterred, having gotten used to the screams of frightened and hopeless fairies years ago. He continued to tidy and clean his tools, eager to begin his ritual of 'honoring' his newest prize. @Taking Back Luxday

“You’ve made a mistake!” Base struggled against his bindings as four men dragged him into the jungle. Feet kicking, dirt swirling. Nothing he said seemed to sway them to stop. They laughed, spit in his face, and planned to hang him like a useless fairy that no longer held any prized value, merely alive for their entertainment to twist and turn on the end of that godforsaken rope. “If we’ve made a mistake, why didn’t you say something before?” The Noslovian man slapped a large gnarly tree, one with a lot of holes in it and only a fair amount of rot on one of the branches. “Looks like a sturdy piece of wood, perfect for hanging a traitor…” “I’m undercover, you idiot. I’m not working for Pan. I’m working for Hook to see who is interested in the fairy and to lure Pan here, you dim-witted moron! What do you think is going to happen when the Ice Queen and Hook both realize you’ve demolished their effort to bait Pan?” All four men slowed down. They looked to each other to see if anyone had the right answer on what to do, and none of them wanted to be the dumbass that got into trouble for ruining a secret plan of Hook’s, much less the Ice Queen. “What the fuck are we going to do now?” said one of the men through gritted teeth. All four of them looked identical in their shabby clothes, messy hair, with stains of old food on their freshly panicked faces. “Is he lying? It makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s the Ice Queen’s son and has no reason to betray her.” “Are you saying Orameth just bought himself into a one-way trap with that fairy?” The man holding onto Base’s ropes started to loosen them out of fear. “Yes, and unless you four want to be part of the slaughter that’s going to happen when Hook finds out his plan has failed, I’d suggest you let me go. The goal was to coax Pan here so he’d pay for what he did to Hook.” The thing about Base was that he was clever, maybe too clever - he was a Lost boy at heart and all the more reason why Pan trusted him with his life, and

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Base knew this, having spotted Pan in the trees and given him a subtle signal not to blow his cover. Base’s wheat-colored eyes were now hard, full of authority, casting a glare at the four men with bits of reflected sunlight on his scowl.

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Drips of sweat ran down the sides of his face. He gave one final pull against his ropes and noticed the man holding onto him had suddenly decided to let him go free. “Here’s what’s going to happen…you’re going to keep this information to yourselves because you don’t want to get mixed up in Hook’s personal affairs, not unless you want to be the four idiots known for trying to compete with him for the Secrets of Neverland - and in return for me not saying anything about this to the Ice Queen, you’re going to tell me where Orameth took Tink.” “Now just hold on…how do we know you’re not working with Pan?” One of the men was angry and unsure if they were making the right choice. “Do you really think Pan would have me bring Tink to Noslovia? Seriously? You really are thick aren’t you!” Base began to laugh. In fact, he made such an ordeal about how funny it was it made all four men turn bright red. “You have a deal! Don’t mention our names in any of this. We didn’t realize Hook was still alive. Rumor had it Pan killed him with the help of someone from Artica - it made sense it was you...” “Hook was killed, or attempted, that part is true..” said Base. “... then he was brought back to life with Pan’s blood. My mother caught wind that someone from her regime turned against her, and I offered to make up for the incident in order to unite Artica with Hook’s faction once more - we are no friends of Pan. Though I can tell you this, Hook is no friend of Orameth, either.” The four men nodded. “Yeah, we know the stories. They go way back for power and greed over fairy treasure.” “Then you also know that Hook wants an upper hand on Orameth, which meant getting Pan to show up and kill Orameth so he doesn’t have to.” The four men began arguing at this news. “Oh shit, you can’t be serious.” “Doesn’t surprise me, he’s got a lot of enemies,” said one of the men - oh how quick they were to turn on Orameth, and this pleased Base to no end. Base rubbed his wrists, still stin

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ging from the forgotten bindings. “There’s going to be a new sheriff in town, boys - and that’s Hook. Better keep your distance tonight and steer clear from the showdown when Pan arrives.” “So Pan knows?” asked one of the Noslovians. “Oh he knows, and he’s going to kill Orameth. I think you all can agree who will win. Up to you how you want this to go. You can either tell Orameth about this plan and be part of the group that’s dominated - or, you keep this secret and take Orameth’s treasure once Pan has ended him. Rest assured, Hook has this place surrounded. As soon as Orameth is killed he’s going to ambush Pan. Don’t get in the way when Pan starts freeing everyone. They won’t get far. Tell all your men in the camp…this is a setup. As soon as night falls, hide, go far away, and let Orameth die alone. Then you’ll come back and-” “And we’ll have all his treasure!” The men laughed, now excited by this revelation. After telling Base where Orameth’s hideout was they fled from the jungle to tell their comrades what they knew, to keep it all hush-hush because there was profit to be gained, and over the next several hours, many of the Noslovian men and women vacated their territory to avoid a war between Hook’s fictional army… @Vava

Tink screamed for what felt like hours. Perhaps it was hours. She wasn't entire sure because the small window only remained dark. She had no idea where she was besides a dark room in some shack. She wasn't even certain they were still in Noslovi, or for how long she had been out for. This was a nightmare. At least on Hook's ship she could see the time shift from day to night, but now, she wasn't sure. Orameth didn't flinch or seem to even care that Tink was screaming herself hoarse. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself. As Tink finally fell limp, panting heavily, her voice completely shot from screaming, he turned. "Tuckered yourself out, little one? That's alright. You have time to rest. Your time will come soon, but there were other gemstones mined before you." Tink glared at him and croaked out. "What...?" Orameth wagged a finger, chuckling. "Ah, ah, ah, mustn't spoil the surprise now." He turned and left the room, leaving his table filled with tools on the table in front of her. The tools seemed to taunt her, their bright polished iron almost glimmering in the light. Tink shivered. She tried flapping her wings but the restraints prevented her from moving. No matter how much she flapped her wings, nothing changed. She was tied up in an 'X' position, her wrists and ankles chained to large posts. Nothing was against her back, and she hated that. She felt so exposed.

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"No! No! Stop! Please!" Tink's ears perked up and she straightened herself up as a feminine voice shouted from the other room where Orameth had departed. He soon returned, dragging a thin female fairy by her wrists which were bound together. The fairy was sobbing, her curly brown hair matted and dirtied, her light caramel brown skin bruised from the abuse. Orameth pulled her over to another large table that was bare. He lifted the fairy as if she was nothing and he quickly tied her wrists to another restraint, quickly securing her ankles. She thrashed on the table for a few minutes until she grew exhausted. Tink noticed how thin the fairy was, her bones showing easily through her skin. Her once normally bright and glowing skin was duller now, and her wings looked fragile and papery. But, despite her haggered appearance, the fairy seemed oh so familiar... Tink gasped as the recognition hit her. "F-Finla!" The fairy turned her head, her eyes wide. "Tink! Tink, help!" Finla and Tink had been friends long before she met Pan. She had told Finla when she was leaving with Pan where she was going in hopes that she would come visit one day, but, Finla never came. Tink had hoped she had been enjoying her life, but clearly that was not the case. "Let her go! Let her go right now!" Tink screamed, her voice cracking from pain. Orameth smiled between the two fairies. "How sweet. You two know each other? What a wonderful reunion." He then reached for one of the tools, a long iron rod with small holes along the rod. "This is a special invention of mine. It skims the top of fairy skin, and removes all of that beautiful, wonderful, delicious fairy dust." Orameth smirked at Tink.

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Finla trembled, a frightened whimper leaving her lips. Tears ran down her cheeks as Orameth slowly lowered the rod. He pressed it to her thigh. Tink watched as Finla's skin instantly began to burn, smoke rising around the rod. Finla screamed so loud that Tink thought her ear drums ruptured. Orameth slowly pulled the rod down Finla's leg. As he did, the rod grew bright yellow, the dust off of Finla's skin sticking to it like pollen stuck to a bee's knee. Finla wailed and screamed, her voice loud and almost garbled wails for the misery to end filling the hut like music. Tink screamed, her voice already hoarse, "Stop! Stop it right now! You're killing her!" Tink screeched. Tears ran down both fairies faces. Orameth pulled the rod away, humming. "No, this won't kill her. Not yet..." Fifteen minutes... that's how long it took to basically flay the dust off of Finla. Tink wailed and screamed with her friend. Orameth hummed softly as he filled jars with the dust off of Finla's skin. When he finished, the smell of burnt flesh, sweat, and smoke filled the hut. Six jars of fairy dust sat under the table. Finla was twitching, her eyes rolled back into her head. She wasn't dead, but she wished she was. Orameth then flipped Finla over, unlatching her wrist and ankle restraints from the table for a second. In a sudden final burst of strength, Finla lurched forward. However, Orameth's hand easily came up and cracked the fairy across the face. She hit the table and he chuckled as she spat blood and three teeth onto the floor. He rolled her onto her belly and locked her restraints. "Good attempt. I will give you that. But alas, my sweet," He grabbed a pair of scissors from the tool table. "It wasn't good enough." Tink's eyes landed on the scissors, then Finla's exposed wings... then the scissors... Then Orameth. Her stomach lurched and she feared she might vomit. "No...No, no no!" Orameth smiled wide. "Oh, yes." He purred.

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Orameth approached Finla. Her wings were so thin and frail now. "It's a shame that her wings aren't brighter. But, a wing..." He pulled up her right wing and opened the scissors, "Is a wing." Tink started to thrash on her restraints so violently that the wood started to creak, but Orameth was too busy with Finla to notice. "Don't! Do not touch her! Don't you fucking touch her!" Tink snarled. Orameth caught her gaze and he smirked, holding the open blades between Finla's wing. "Don't!" Snip. Finla's anguished wail filled the air once again as her right wing was cut from her back. Tink nearly lost it, her vision going dark. She could almost feel Finla's agony. He placed the wing on a shelf behind him. Tink thrashed harder, nearly breaking her wrists and ankles. Snip. Another anguished wail, and then... the sound of splintering wood. Tink broke the wooden 'X' that held her. This earned a jump from Orameth. "Shit!" Tink looked up and saw Finla's face. Her eyes completely hazy... dull and lifeless. "No!" Tink held back as a sob as she lunged forward, lunging for Orameth. She flapped her wings and lunged over the table, avoiding Finla's body. Unfortunately, Orameth saw this coming. He snatched her by the arm and he shoved Finla's body off of the table and onto the floor. Tink snarled angrily. She attempted to swing on him, but the much larger man easily over powered her. Orameth kicked his leg, knocking Tink's legs out from under her, which made her lurch forward. Orameth then grabbed her wrists. He tied her to the table where Finla had been cut, and he grabbed her kicking legs and tied them too. She now lay on her belly, her wings exposed.

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Panting heavily, he started to laugh. "My my my... you have so much fight... I can't wait until I mount your wings on my wall." He said, his voice taking on a dark tone. He walked over, running his hands through her soft hair. Tink turned her head attempting to bite him. Tink jerked her wrists and ankles. "You need to rest, my dear." He walked over to a cabinet and grabbed another vial filled with the same sedative from earlier. He walked over and uncorked it, waving it under Tink's nose. "Just enough so you don't fight me. I want to hear you scream as I cut your wings off and flay your dust. Your skin shines so brightly... How many jars will I fill?" He whispered, humming. Tink's head swam and she whimpered. "P-Pan..." Orameth chuckled. "I already told you... He won't come. You're mine now, Tink." Orameth smiled. @Taking Back Luxday

@Taking Back Luxday

Under the assumption Noslovia was surrounded by Hook’s fictional army, many within the camp abandoned their territory for a short while - Base’s plan to tempt them with riches once Orameth was dead went exactly as he hoped. The last rays of sunlight slipped behind the jungle trees and Noslovia was all but empty, filled with nothing but the screams from Tink in the distance. The cages with captured fairies and Lost Boys and girls remained locked, but unguarded. “What’s going on?” asked one of the Lost boys. He was dirty and malnourished from spending weeks in a metal cage, but even disoriented from dehydration, he could tell something was happening within Noslovia. They all could. “Where did everyone go?” whispered one of the Lost girls. “They’re going to start a fire and burn all of us in these cages,” said the Lost boy. He started to cry. “I heard they did this a few years ago and used the bones to barter with the clans in the mountains.” “What would they want with our bones?” the Lost girl asked fearfully. “They have magical properties, it’s part of being connected to Pan through Neverland’s magic,” he said weakly, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. “They aren’t going to take your bones…” said Pan. He stood there towering over the cages of the Lost boys and girls with a smile on his face. All that curly hair going in several directions from too much flying in the sky, sparkling eyes made of mischief, and confidence that could never be knocked down was suddenly within arm’s reach of the Lost boys and girls. “PAN!” they all shouted, realizing they were being saved. Each of them shook against their cages and one by one were all freed thanks to the help of Base. After picking the locks they devised a plan.

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“Go north. You’ll find the path to the Trembling Streams and it will lead you back to the hideout. You can’t stay here, and we’ve only got a few hours before everyone in Noslovia realizes that Base has tricked them. Run as fast as you can, stay hidden within the jungle, and don’t look back.” “I will lead them there,” said Base. “What about Tink?” Even then, her screams could be heard in the distance. “I’m going to free her and kill Orameth. You realize once this is done - you’ll be in danger…” Pan didn’t hold back and pulled Base into an embrace. He closed his eyes feeling a deep connection to Base as if he were his family. Base was his new friend that had switched from the other side just to help him and his tribe, risking his life and putting his trust in Pan. “I knew what I was getting myself into, and if I have to, I’ll be the one to kill the Ice Queen myself,” said Base. His strong brown eyes peered into Pan’s with similar confidence. “I’m aware this news will get back to her. Then we will have to deal with Artica and Hook finding out what we’ve done, as well as Noslovia.” For some strange reason, Base laughed. Pan grinned. They were on the same energetic frequency when it came to overcoming trials and tribulations. “You don’t seem to care at all.” “I enjoy the adventure, and my Mother has had this coming for a long time. She is a wicked ruler and refused to listen to me when I asked her to free Epora. That was her biggest mistake and it’s too late to take it back.” Base and Pan shook hands to say farewell. The Lost boys and girls followed Base into the dark jungle to return to the hideout leaving nothing within Noslovia but deserted cages and glowing firepits. Pan tread carefully to Orameth’s quarters. There were a few lousy-looking men assigned to be guards, too drunk to do their job, sleeping outside of the entrance.

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It was no surprise how quick Pan’s blade was when slicing their throats. Blood spilled over their clothes and not a word was spoken to alert Orameth of Pan’s presence. However, before Pan entered Orameth’s chambers, he spotted a hidden trove of cages that were covered with tarps. He pulled the cloth off the metal boxes and instantly felt sick. Ten fairies, all with their wings cut off, were trapped. Many of them had their eyes closed. Some were dead. The stench of death, heightened by the sun baking them from under the tarp, made a wave of sick wash through the air. Pan set the seven fairies free and told them which direction the Fairy kingdom was in. They begged for Pan to release the dead so they could bring them back for a proper funeral. Pan picked the locks of the three deceased and gave them to the fairies. One fairy in particular wrapped her arms around Pan. Usually, he would not allow this type of intimacy, but the tears in her eyes and the dire circumstances would have made him a monster if he showed no compassion at all. Pan placed his arms around her. “I will never forget this, the day I met Pan…” the fairy whispered. At the time, Pan did not think anything of these words since he was a myth and legend to the fairy Kingdom, but her face, he could have sworn he recognized her from somewhere… The fairies scattered into the night and thick foliage of the jungle - all that remained was Pan’s shadow flickering on the outside of Orameth’s tent. The sound of Tink’s screams continued. One swipe snatching the cloth from the entrance to his chamber exposed Orameth’s evil deeds and surprise behind closed doors, and without waiting, Pan threw his knife at Orameth and the tip of the blade split his skull in two. Orameth dropped to his knees first with a heavy thud, then fell to the side as blood poured out from the wound, pooling on the ground around his severed head. The last image in his eyes was that of Pan, standing there, having won a victory for all of

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Neverland. @Vava

Tink's head was foggy. Her mind was fading in and out from the drug that Orameth had waved under her nose. He hadn't given her enough to make her pass out like before, but it kept her sedated enough to stop her thrashing about on the table. She saw the scissors being brought over. Orameth's creepy grin, his fingers reaching for her wing. However, he didn't even get the chance to place the scissors at the base of her wing before the metal blade of Pan's knife pierced his skull. The fog in her mind began to clear just enough for Tink to look towards the curtain. That blade... she knew whose blade that was! "Pa...Pan...!" She called, shaking her head desperately, trying to rid herself of the sedation. While the sedation didn't wear off immediately, Tink fought hard, working with Pan to get the restraints off. Once she was free, she wrapped her arms around Pan, hiding her face in his neck. She let out a shuddering sigh of relief. "I knew you would come for me. I knew it." She whispered. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she tried to be strong. Pan was here now. She was safe. All of them were safe. She knew Pan had saved the Lost Boys and Girls. He had that air of confidence, the one she fell in love with. Her eyes then drifted to the lifeless corpse of her friend, Finla. It was at that time, that Tink broke. Just for a moment. As she held onto him, little by little, she began to cry. But, not for herself. For the fairies she hadn't saved. For any Lost Boy and Girl she hadn't been able to rescue before their pain had been felt. Tink's cries turned into sobs, then into wails. She hadn't been able to rescue Finla. The slicing of her wings, the trauma of her torture had been to great, and now, she was gone.

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Tink's wails radiated through the hut, and she clung to Pan as if he was the only thing keeping her upright. At this moment, he was. But, after a few minutes, Tink started to settle down. She had to regain her composure. She could mourn more later. Right now, she had to get back to the hideout. She had to see the Lost Boys and Girls. "Please... We... We need to bury her. Away from here. I can't leave her here." She looked over at Finla and she went over to her, scooping her up. Finla felt so frail. Her body was bloody, the skin completely torn and the dust gone. Her wings severed. Shuddering, Tink brushed the curled hair from Finla's face. "Forgive me..." She whispered, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to Finla's head. On shaking legs, Tink looked back at Pan, holding Finla close. With the size of her weakened body, Tink was able to hold Finla in her arms, though it wasn't easy. "Pan, let's go home." Before she departed the hut, Tink made sure to take Finla's wings from the shelf. Tink and Pan made their way out of the hut, leaving Orameth to rot in his hut of horrors. They flew quickly out of Noslovia, and far into the forest. When they were out of Noslovia lands, Tink found a beautiful meadow filled with wild flowers and a river running along the side of it. The stars shone brightly down on the bright green grass, the sound of the river bubbling.

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It brought Tink back to her childhood, when she and Finla would play at the waterfalls and rivers in the Fairy Kingdom. Tink did her best and dug a spot for Finla. Fairies always wished to be placed within the earth during their passing. A few hours later, Finla was buried, and Tink placed numerous bundles of wild flowers on the mound of dirt and around it. She knelt by where Finla's head would be, and she pressed a kiss to her fingers, before setting it down on the dirt. "Goodnight, Finla." She whispered again. Tink ran her hands down her arms, sprinkling some of her dust down onto the flowers. The petals began to grow brightly, almost illuminating the dirt around Finla with beautiful rays of pinks, blues, purples, yellows, and reds. She then stood up and looked at Pan, smiling lightly at him, those pretty pink lips curled at the edges. Her ashy blonde hair was tussled and dirty from the dirt of Noslovia, and she felt sweaty and dirty. She needed a bath. She'd do that when they were home. She floated over to Pan and she hugged him again. "You saved us, Pan. All of us. Let's go see the Lost Boys and Girls. I know they, and Base, will need us now more than ever." She pressed another kiss to his lips before she took his hand and began to float up into the sky. ~~~~ In the woods of Noslovia, before Tink and Pan had been reunited, Base lead the Lost Boys and Girls through the woods. The darkness kept the Lost Boys and Girls hidden from any remaining Noslovian goons that tried to discern if this was indeed a trick. However, none of those goons were smart enough to out think Base, who already saw this coming. He understood that Noslovian merchants and thieves were afraid of Hook enough that most ran and fled. But those that didn't, Base was able to avoid them and guide the Lost Boys and Girls away from them while keeping them on the right path.

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The Lost Boys and Girls were weakened due to the malnourished states. Base did his best to keep their spirits up. The buzzing of insects in the trees and grasses were like music, but Base didn't feel like dancing. "Come on, this way." Base spoke quietly, following Pan's instructions of going through the Trembling Streams. Base had the Lost Boys and Girls run along the edge of the river, keeping the river to their left and the woods to their right. This helped prevent them from getting ambushed. He was dirty and sweaty, exhausted from the day's events. A large bruise was on his face from getting struck earlier. But none of that compared to the injuries and pain the Lost Boys and Girls experienced. "A-Are we...almost... there?" "I can't...I need to rest." "No, we can't rest. We have to keep going." Base urged. One of the Lost Girls, Mirella, collapsed onto her knees, coughing hard. "We need to rest!" She said firmly. Base looked into her eyes, and after a minute of silent eye battle, he sighed. "Fine. But just for a few minutes. We can't risk getting caught again." Base paced around the river, his fingers shaking. If they got caught again, he didn't think he could pull this off again. Not if everyone in Noslovia discovered he tricked them. They would all be hung by their feet and gutted if that was discovered. A Lost Boy appeared, taking Base's hand. "Base? Please come sit. You need to rest too." Base looked back to all of the Lost Boys and Girls. Some were drinking from the River, others were laying on their backs, stretching their bodies that had been cramped in the cages for hours.

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"Alright. Alright, but just-" "For a few minutes." The Lost Boy chuckled. "Come on." Base was led over to the river and the Lost Boys and Girls helped give him some water too. The Lost Boys and Girls, and Base, rested for a few minutes. He told them how Pan was rescuing Tink and he'd be there right around the same time as them, and this gave the Lost Boys and Girls motivation to push forward. Those minutes of rest revived the Lost Boys and Girls just enough that they were able to push on the last leg of their journey home. They made it back to the hideout, safe and sound. ~~~~ The seven fairies that Pan freed from Orameth's cages quickly made their way back to the fairy kingdom, holding their three deceased loved ones. While they were unable to have their wings with them like Finla, at least they had their lives. The three deceased were brought home to the Fairy Kingdom. As day broke, the seven fairies collapsed onto the stones of the Fairy Kingdom lands, sobbing into the arms of each other, rejoicing their luck. Praising the name Pan, praising the wingless fairy that rescued them. They gave their dead loved ones proper burials, burying them in a way that was similar to how Tink buried Finla. They buried their dead within the sacred forests of the Fairy Kingdom, praying over them to guide their souls to the eternal afterlife. Flowers were spread around the bodies graves, and a healer fairy came over, sprinkling some of her dust on the graves, sending some of the fairy essence to her departed kin.

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Thanks to Pan, Base, and Tink, The Lost Boys and Girls were saved, numerous fairies were saved, despite their injuries, and while some were unable to be saved, they were all properly buried and their souls given a peaceful transition into the afterlife. Even though there were hurdles and losses, some lives were saved. Many lives were saved. All thanks to Pan, Base, and Tink.

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@Taking Back Luxday

As Pan and Tink returned to the hideout located in the middle of the jungle, surrounded by fields of wildflowers and rare beauty, they rejoiced with the Lost boys and girls, as well as Base, who was now a permanent member of Pan’s Tribe. The first thing everyone did when sliding into the Hideout’s secret passageways was to celebrate Base, their new hero and warrior, for devising a master plan to set them all free. They welcomed him into their group as a family member. Tobin made fancy meals, heaps of delicious food that would appeal to Base, and delicacies that only a true culinary chef could create. Flower crowns and jewelry were made and placed on Base, adorning their head with the wildlife of Neverland. Deep in the underground vaults of the hideout where Pan’s Tribe kept their most precious valuables was a mountain of treasure - Pan picked out a gemstone specifically for Base and had the Lost boys and girls create a special pendant for him, much like the one he gave Tink in order to revive her for their mission. They placed this special bracelet on Base’s wrist, which gave him access to the magic of Neverland. In times of crisis, Base could call upon this accessory and find an increase of mental clarity and physical strength in order to complete a daunting task. The long-standing silent war between the Fairy Kingdom and Pan’s Tribe, for taking Tink away from their Kingdom all those years ago, was finally over… Though, there was a balance to be weighed within the energetic playing fields of Neverland - as the Fairy Kingdom now rejoiced and praised the name of Pan, Base, and Tink…Artica did not. When the Ice Queen learned of Base’s betrayal in Noslovia, setting Pan’s Tribe free and even returning countless fairies back to their homes, she shook with anger and fury. The truth was, she was not grieving for the loss of a family member, but of money and power, as well as the rumors circulating Neverland that tarnished her reputation. She wanted to be feared, to

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have Artica known as a place where only the best lived, to never cross into their territory unless they wanted to be caged like Epora rotting within their dungeons. Yet when all was said and done, the Ice Queen trembled in front of the mirror.

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She did not have support from her Kingdom after Noslovia’s defeat. Their biggest source of income had been infiltrated and set ablaze. Her mind nervously wandered to Epora, the Lost girl they’d imprisoned and held onto for ransom, and the fear that was supposed to strike Pan was suddenly sent back to her. She contemplated letting the Lost girl go to avoid a similar attack in Noslovia - knowing Base had wanted Epora to be free long ago, and Pan would never stop until all of his Tribe was home. But she was vengeful and angry for Base making her look like a fool. Her long robes swayed chaotically behind her as she ran to the dungeons where poor, weak, starving Epora was. “You will pay for what they’ve done!” the Ice Queen shrieked. A blast of shockingly cold energy burst from the Ice Queen’s hand and in an instant, Epora’s heart froze and no longer gave a beating drum to the song of Neverland. Once Epora was lifeless with dead eyes, the Ice Queen covered her mouth with regret. What had she done? The same hand that was used to kill Epora now touched the bars of the cage the Lost girl was trapped in. Losing grip on reality minute by minute, the Ice Queen left the dungeon with her fury. “Burn her body!” The guards stationed at the dungeon did not question the Ice Queen. They took the Lost girl and threw her corpse into a pile of flames to extinguish the evidence. Since the soul and bones of the Lost boys and girls were laced with the magic of Neverland for being part of Pan’s Tribe, the moment Epora’s heart stopped beating Pan simultaneously stopped smiling. “What’s wrong Pan?” asked Tobin, handing him another plate of pastries.

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Everyone surrounding him was laughing, telling jokes, and having a good time. But in the center of the joy was Pan with a look of terrible pain on his face. He slammed his hands on the table and everyone went quiet. A single tear rolled down the side of his face, watery eyes made of the most adventurous parts of Neverland now glared off into a distant world. “Your mother knows about Noslovia, and in return, has killed Epora,” said Pan. Only when he could let go of his anger did he turn to look at Base, knowing the emotions Base carried for Epora. “I am sorry,” he said. Base said nothing at first, and then he smiled. “Don’t give her what she wants, Pan. She did this to make you and me angry. We need to honor Epora and avenge her. My feelings for her were not stolen and Epora will live in our hearts - the Ice Queen cannot take that away from us. I know what my mother fears the most and how we’re going to destroy her Kingdom.” Pan relaxed into his chair and ate one of the pastries Tobin made, finding comfort in Base’s council to reflect on Epora and how she’d want to see the Lost boys and girls at peace, to celebrate her life with good memories instead of following the sham of a painful road that led only to misery. He held up his goblet of nectar, spiced with honeysuckle and made an attempt to free himself from the loss of his friend…. “To Epora.” The Lost boys and girls toasted in honor of Epora and shared stories about her. Once they were done and feeling connected to one another again, everyone was interested in Base’s plan to destroy the Ice Queen. “The Ice Queen relies on a power stolen from the mountains of Neverland, buried within the ice to keep it a secret. It’s well-guarded and hard to access, however, I know how to get there. If we destroy the chamber where it’s located, or even return the artifact back to the mountains, the Ice Queen won’t have the power to kill others anymore. If she has no power, she can’t trade and barter with Hook. We’ll destr

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oy her and take out one of Hook’s resources at the same time - and most importantly, we’ll do this while avenging Epora!” @Vava

Returning to Neverland after their adventures in Noslovia felt so relieving. The group celebrated Base's joining of their tribe, and Tink clapped her hands together loudly as the Lost Boys and Girls gifted Base with a bracelet that gave him access to the magic within Neverland. It felt like Tink had gained a new family member, a new friend, and she couldn't be more excited and proud of their tribe. A massive celebration ensued and Tink flew in and out of the hideout, stretching her wings and gathering flowers and berries to add to the feast and desserts. She cheered and whooped with pride as Base was welcomed into the Lost Boys and Girls with open arms. Tobin's meal was quickly consumed, but as the feast continued, no one knew the turmoil that had struck Pan until his hands were slammed down. Tink flew to his side, staring at him. "Pan?" She touched his arm and she gasped as a tear ran down his cheek. While Tink could not feel Epora's death, she could feel Pan's pain, and the weight of his sorrow started to swell within her. Tears dripped down her cheek.

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Her hands flew to her mouth as Pan revealed that the Ice Queen had killed Epora in order to get back at Base. She knew the Ice Queen was evil, but to kill Epora was even more villainous than Hook. Tink looked over at Base and was shocked to see Base smiling. How could someone smile after finding out someone they cared for was dead? She opened her mouth to chastise him, but not a word came from her mouth as Base spoke. Yes, he was right. The Ice Queen wanted them to be angry, but if they refused to give her that, then they were taking her power away, even if it appeared to be minute. They had to celebrate Epora. Epora was dead in this world, but she was still here. She was always with them. They couldn't act as if she was gone entirely. She wasn't. Tink brushed the tears from her eyes and sat up straight. She raised her cup and spoke with a voice that held the love and care for her friend. She imaged Epora sitting at the table with them, and she smiled sadly. "To Epora!" As Base informed them that the Ice Queen relied on stolen power, an idea struck Tink. "I have an idea!" She had recalled her time in the Fairy Kingdom and two places in particular she had found herself drawn too when she was young were the alchemist's and the artificer's tower. As a younger fairy, Tink had spent a lot of time within the laboratory of Dalbon the alchemist and within the crafting room of Linvella the artificer. Dalbon had taught Tink everything she needed to know about mixing different ingredients to create potions, poisons, and best of all...explosives that could destroy a chamber room that a specific Ice Queen relied on. Linvella had shown her all sorts of devices and inventions that could be used to help them along the way by either getting them out of the chamber, or getting them into said chamber.

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Tink turned to Base, "You said we need to destroy the chamber, right? Perhaps we can do both! Back in the Fairy Kingdom, I know of two individuals who would be able to assist us. Dalbon and Linvella. They were people I would trust with my life before I met Pan. If we can get their assistence, then perhaps we can return the artifact to the mountain and also destroy the chamber, that way the Ice Queen has no way of trying to get the artifact back." Tink was a little unsure about returning to the Fairy Kingdom, merely due to the fact that the King had betrayed them, but, he wasn't a threat now. They should be fine. Besides, they just needed to speak to Dalbon and Linvella. They didn't have to see the King. She turned to Pan and Base. "If you both think that this would work, are you guys ready for another adventure?" She asked, giving them a grin, showing them that she was ready to help. She was not going to let Epora's death ruin her. She was going to help bring down the Ice Queen and honor Epora's memory. Base put a knuckle against his chin as he thought about the idea. Blowing up the chamber would be a confirmation that the Ice Queen was unable to try to steal the artifact back and place it back within the chamber. But the plan could go horribly wrong. Then again, Noslovia could have gone horribly wrong, and yet here they all were. "I think it's a good idea. It's at least an option. Pan?" He looked to his friend, curious to hear what he would think. Tink took Pan's hand in her own, giving it an encouraging squeeze. @Taking Back Luxday

The last time Pan saw the Fairy King was when he and Base ambushed the Caverns of the Undead to free Tink - how the King’s betrayal to partner with Hook made Pan cut the wings off the King’s back, forcing him to walk into his kingdom in shame for plotting to kill his fairy. Cunt. Not just a cunt, but a dusty cunt. Pan was pissed about a lot of things honestly. He knew Base was right that they should celebrate Epora’s death, but to him, it was an unforgivable act to murder someone from his tribe. His connection to Epora ending abruptly was painful, emotionally and physically - that’s just how the magic of Neverland worked. When someone was part of Pan’s Tribe, any one of them losing their life would be felt by Pan in ways he could never express to another. He saw flashes of Epora within his mind. Catching glimpses of her eyes fading. He could even taste her surroundings to some extent, knowing she was in a dungeon and then burned alive. Any tradition to bury Epora near their home had vanished, and although he told Base he’d celebrate to honor her, deep down he was plotting ways to kill the Ice Queen to make her pay for what she’d done. And not something simple as stabbing her with his knife. That would be too quick. He was going to take everything away from her first and then make sure the last thing she ever saw was his face smiling down on her. Pan wanted to bathe in her blood. He wanted to write her name on the walls of her palace with symbols that would curse Artica for what they’d done. So when Tink asked if he liked her plan, he didn’t exactly show her the support she was looking for. Not at first. He was still reeling with the flow of Neverland’s destiny calling to him. In addition to Epora’s death, he considered his hatred for the Fairy King and what it would be like returning to their land now that he’d cut his wings off. How the only reason he escaped was due to Arimora for setting him free. He never properly thanked her for doing that, either.

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The hostility that grabbed his heart lessened as he considered the kindness of the fairy with short red hair, and how he would get to see her again. He reflected on the promise he made to Arimora during his final moments before leaving the Fairy Kingdom, how he said he would not kill the King upon rescuing Tink - and how he considered that promise to be fulfilled. Meaning, if the King pulled another dick move to betray Pan he would end his life without hesitation and the Fairy Kingdom would need to look for someone else to rule. “If you trust Dalbon and Linvella then we can give it a shot. I am also interested in finding Arimora, the fairy that helped me escape in order to rescue you, Tink. I imagine the King doesn’t know what she did, and I would like to properly thank her for helping us get you back. When we arrive - seek out your friends and do what you need in order for us to obtain the artifact from Artica, as well as destroy the chamber. And when I say destroy I mean obliterate. I don’t want anything left of the chamber that is used to store the stolen power.” He stroked the armrest of the chair with his thumb, casually feeling the grains of wood under his skin. Those curls on his head, the ones that often were strewn about in several places, did little to hide the annoyance in his gaze. “There could be many items that hold Neverland’s power and we won’t know what it is until we see it. Returning whatever it is to the mountains is equally as dangerous. They will not be welcoming to any of us. Our road starts off easy and will get progressively harder as we continue. I don’t want any of the Lost boys or girls coming with us. Base and Tink will accompany me to the Fairy Kingdom, then to Artica, followed by the Mountains. If we don’t return, all of you will stay within the boundaries of the forest and hideout to stay safe. The magic here will protect you, even if our enemies come looking for you.” There was disappointment on the Lost boys and girls faces,

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but none of them wanted to die and even more so, none of them wanted to argue with Pan. Not when he looked like he had revenge on the tip of his tongue. “Base and Tink, go prepare your things for our journey. We will be gone for several weeks. If we do not return by the end of the next full moon, you will know something has happened to us,” Pan said to everyone else. He stood from his chair and made his way upstairs to start packing, expecting Base and Tink to do the same - knowing they were moments away from starting a new journey together that would restore the balance of Neverland once and for all. @Vava

Tink wasn't offended by Pan's initial reaction to her idea. She knew his history with the Fairy Kingdom. She had lived part of it, and through the most of it. She knew that he had people in the Fairy Kingdom he couldn't stand, and for those he didn't know, he wasn't always willing to trust them, and she understood that. Tink knew Pan. She trusted him, and she knew he trusted her, so his approval to speak to Dalbon and Linvella was all she needed. She felt a frown start to knit itself on her face as she saw his annoyed glance. She wished she could take his pain away, but losing a member of your family was not something she could remove, and in reality, she knew that Pan wouldn't really want her to take the pain away. Because that would remove Epora. All feelings were valid, and Pan's feelings were true. His pain was due to how he cared for Epora. She was family. She was one of their tribe. Her memory needed to be felt. "Of course. Dalbon will have plenty of things we can use to do that. Linvella can help with that as well. Not even a pebble will remain of that chamber once we're done with it." She said, giving him a wide grin. She wanted to display the confidence she felt. Their plan would work. It had to work! She didn't want Pan to think that she didn't believe in him, or in their abilities. They had been through so much already. She was willing to obliterate any chamber he asked her to. As Pan instructed them to go prepare, she nodded and flew up towards her room. He had told her to pack for several weeks, so she packed a few clothes, but not many. She could always wash these. She packed several daggers made of obsidian and fairy glass, a special material made in the Fairy Kingdom. It was sharper than any steel dagger, but lighter than any other dagger around. She packed a few tinctures and herbs that she had found in the forest, along with some dried meat and bread that Tobin had prepared for them, as he knew how to best prepare it for traveling. She di

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dn't need long, and soon, Tink was ready to go. She flew into Pan's room, and she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry for Epora. She will always be with us. We'll make that bitch pay for what she did." She said, looking up at him. She met his gaze, and she gave him that reassuring smile, the one that told him she believed in them. The smile that showed him she trusted him, and she was his right hand fairy. "Let's go avenge Epora, and finish the Ice Queen, once and for all." ~~~ When Base, Pan, and Tink were finally packed, they headed out. They decided to head out before sunrise, that way their departure wasn't announced for the entirety of Neverland to see. They walked on for several hours, none of them needing to stop and rest. Tink and Pan could fly, after all, so their travel speed was farther than Base's, but they made sure he kept up. He wasn't a weakling. He kept up without issue, and once the sun started to dip down towards the trees, they decided to camp. Tink chose a spot that was nestled in the woods off the main road, that way they wouldn't be pestered by wandering travelers or merchants. The daylight was slowly vanishing into a pinkish twilight, and Tink desperately wanted to fly up into the clouds. She wanted to watch the sun go down, but she didn't want to draw attention or be spotted, so she stayed down below the trees.

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Tink dished out some dried meat and bread for their dinner. She sat down by a low fire that they had built in order to keep light on them. They didn't really need it for heat as the woods were warm enough right now. Neverland wasn't really a place that got cold. "What's the plan for when we arrive at the Fairy Kingdom? Are you going to see Arimora alone? Or should we all stick together?" She asked. Base was quiet as he ate. "It would be best to stick together to avoid anyone being captured and thus delaying things further. But, if splitting up allows us to cross multiple things on our list faster, than that is the best course. However, you two know the Fairy Kingdom better than I do." Tink wasn't sure what the best idea was. She wanted to see Arimora again too, but if Pan thought it best for her to meet Dalbon and Linvella alone, she would do so. "What do you think, Pan?" @Taking Back Luxday

“We’ll stick together…” Pan wasn’t going to let Tink out of his sight, not after Hook’s kidnapping and their reckless, yet successful, ploy in Noslovia. “From what I know, Arimora will be easy to find. She’ll be at the Fairy King’s side tending to all his pointless needs. Probably washing his stinky socks and folding his napkins. That’s her life now ever since she took your place once you left their Kingdom. Now she lives in misery pretending to love the King, devoted to his evil ideology when the truth is he’s still in love with you!” Pan scoffed because this entertained him to no end. “If you can even call that love.” “What did I miss?” Base looked completely confused by this drama. He chewed on a piece of delicious bread Tobin had prepared, sipping on a cup of berry juice they’d made from a bush not far from their camp. “Long ago…” Pan’s hands widened in the air as if he were about to tell some kind of fairy tale, “...our beloved Tink belonged to the notorious Fairy Kingdom and was engaged to the vile Fairy King.” He jumped onto a nearby rock to enhance the storytelling with firelight playing on his face and a great big shadow waving on the trees behind him. “Until one day she stumbled upon me by accident. Naturally, I was up to no good exploring the waters near their borders - I have a thing for water nymphs, but that’s beside the point. Back to the story. Tink shamelessly fell in love with me at first sight, most likely due to my good looks and hair.” Pan hopped down from the rock with a large smile on his face full of unabashed ego. “The truth is, the fairy Kingdom thought I was a myth, some sort of legend they tell their children before bedtime. The guardian of Neverland, the boy who can fly without wings is nothing but a figment of one’s imagination. So when Tink spotted me, her eyes went as big as they could go, and in return, I found her curiosity enchanting.”

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Pan circled Tink, running one of his adventurous fingers along the edge of her wing knowing full well the pleasure it would cause. “It wasn’t like I stole her, demanding that she leave with me - she refused to go back! After Tink left the Fairy Kingdom the Fairy King never forgave me. He banished me as one does when they’ve got their panties in a wedge, though it wasn’t because he lost Tink - his pride was damaged. Little dick syndrome. Not to mention the Fairy Kingdom suddenly realized I existed…” Pan flew up to a nearby branch on one of the trees to play with the leaves there, picking one that was bright red and yellow just to twist its stem between his index and thumb to twirl it around as if it were dancing just for him. “You see, the Fairy King was fearful of Tink leaving since his greed had once performed a ritual on Tink. One that made the secrets of Neverland live within her. I don’t know what stories you’ve heard in Artica, but the rumors of an ancient power resting within Neverland are true, and Tink is the key to getting there all thanks to the Fairy King’s need to obtain that power. Once she left, the King needed a new puppet to use and had to settle for Arimora. The last time I saw her, the look she gave me after setting me free from their jail, doing it so I could go save Tink…it made me want to see if she could be freed instead of being used like a pawn.” “Woah,” Base kept munching on his torn piece of fluffy bread. His beautiful black skin glowed with the snapping flames in front of them. A burst of sparks hit the wood and spun into the air reaching the height of Pan in the tree branches. Pan slowly descended back to the ground.

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“This is why Hook captured Tink in the first place. He wanted Tink to bargain with. To give her to the Fairy King so he could kill her and do the ritual again, only this time with Arimora. Hilarious how Hook betrayed him like the classic cunt he is - and that’s when you stepped in to help me, Base. To save Tink at the Caverns of the Undead.” “And it’s been an adventure ever since!” said Base with a laugh. He was always in good spirits. It was one of the reasons why Pan loved him as a member of his family and tribe. Pan walked to Base, took his hand, and with one swift pull lifted him up. He gave Base a knife from his belt, one with a wooden handle and a sharp blade. “Aim for that tree over there. If you hit the third knot I’ll tell you a funny story about Tink.” A tree with several burls on the trunk was about twenty feet away and made for good target practice. Base positioned himself with the knife in one hand. “How can I refuse? Who needs the secrets of Neverland when we can hear about the secrets of Tink?” Base, of course, was kidding. Though he wanted to try and hit the target anyway. He closed one eye for the better measure, his tongue poking out a bit, then with all of his confidence threw the knife at the tree. “WOOHOO!” Base danced around and Pan applauded him, and just as Pan was about to tell a story about Tink, Base suddenly interjected. “PLOT TWIST! I want to hear a charming story about you Pan.” It was then Base retrieved the knife and tossed it to Tink, making sure the handle would be easy to catch, and for her to try throwing it at the tree next. “Go on then, Tink!” Pan was now standing next to Tink smiling the way he does, playful and due to their chemistry, somewhat alluring - but it was his voice at the end, lowering against her ear that made his final words arousing. “Tell us a story…” And while Tink would contemplate her next words, the last stages of the sunset had disappeared leaving twinkling stars to blink into existence one by one.

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The fireflies started making their way out from hiding, blipping through the jungle in slow waves, causing the beauty of Neverland to unfold all around them.

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@Vava

Tink wouldn't lie and say she wasn't relieved when he said that they would stick together. After everything that happened in from being kidnapped by Hook, to Noslovia, she wasn't too thrilled with the idea of being separated from Pan again. Thankfully, Pan seemed to agree. She chewed quietly on her meat and bread, her eyes scanning from Pan to Base as they began to speak. Chuckling as Pan recalled the Fairy King's forced marriage arrangement between himself and her, Tink stood up, brushing the crumbs of the bread onto the dirt, feeding numerous little ants down on the ground. Tink loved Pan's stories, and her smile widened as he recanted the story of how she and Pan met. She laughed as he mentioned that he had a thing for water nymphs. That he did. That was easily known about Pan, and it didn't bother Tink. She knew where she stood for Pan. She shivered, a soft moan, one that was almost inaudible, left her pink lips. Her wings seemed to sparkle in the firelight. As if they were made of stained glass. Her wings fluttered lightly. Little specks of gold flitted to the ground. If the ants thought happy thoughts, maybe they could fly too. Pan's story sparked that familiar feeling of nostalgia when she first met Pan, and the feelings she felt when she chose to go with him. He was absolutely correct. She hadn't been forced to leave. Pan hadn't stolen her away like Hook. All he had done was show her life outside the Fairy Kingdom; and she knew where she belonged when he did, right by his side. Base's laugh mixed with Pan's story had Tink laughing almost nonstop for a minute. She floated above the flames for a moment, dancing between the sparks of each log that cracked and sputtered.

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Tink watched as Pan offered to tell a funny story about her if Base was able to strike a specific knot in the tree. She laughed, "I'd like to hear which story that is." She teased, nudging Pan's ribs with her elbow. Base was a natural knife thrower, and his aim was impeccable. The blade stabbed the knot of the tree and Tink raised her arms up, "WHOOOO!!!" She cried, clapping in excitement. "Good job, Base!" She jumped as Base suddenly wanted a charming story from Tink! She laughed, twirling the blade in her hands. "A charming story about the 'Mystical Wingless Boy of Flight?'" She asked, using the nickname that the fairies had called Pan long ago. Pan had indeed been considered a myth, and every myth deserved a title. Tink chuckled, turning to look at Pan, their eyes meeting. He could easily see the blush upon her cheeks as she said, "Alright then," She looked back at the tree and with a quick pull back of her arm, she threw the knife, slamming the blade into the same knot Base had hit. "Nice!" Base shouted, clapping his hands together proudly. Tink fluttered over to Pan. She slowly circled the man. "Before I decided to leave the Fairy Kingdom, Pan was at the waterfalls, clearly up to no good," She gave Pan a playful smirk and she reached out and gently toyed with some of those beautiful brown curls at the base of his neck. Oh how she loved those curls. How she loved to feel them in her fingers. "I thought he was a pirate at first, but, when he looked at me, I knew he was no pirate. He was different." She flew up towards the trees, surrounded by the beautiful multicolored leaves, though she stayed under the canopy to prevent prying eyes from spotting her.

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She looked back at Base and she continued, "Pan asked me to race him. He told me that he could fly, and I didn't believe him, because he had no wings! How could a boy without wings fly? So, I accepted. Little did I know, I would be destroyed!" She laughed, shaking her head. "He and I flew so fast and so far, that before I knew it, we were so far across Neverland that I couldn't see the Fairy Kingdom anymore! It was the first time I had ever been that far from the Kingdom, and I got scared that the Fairy King would punish me harshly for disappearing for so long." She remember that the Fairy King had a bad temper, and she had hated him for it. If she had displeased him, he would often lock her in dark rooms to remind her not to misbehave. "But, Pan told me not to be afraid. He promised he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. He took me right back and thankfully, the Fairy King believed that I was just off in the fields the entire time." She flew down to Pan, and she took his hands in hers, giving his fingers a squeeze. "And ever since that day, he's kept that promise. All this time, he's kept me safe, and if anything bad ever did happen, he was there to help me. My 'Mystical Wingless Boy of Flight,'" She gave Pan a sweet smile and she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. She wasn't trying to be overly affectionate in case Pan wanted to keep things more private between them, but she loved Pan, and she wouldn't feel ashamed for that. Base grinned and nodded, "Now that is definitely a charming story! Pan's always keeping his promises. It's one of the reasons I like him so much." He said, "He's one of the most genuine people you'll ever meet." Base knew what it was like to live with liars and cheats, especially with his heartless and cruel mother. A woman who lied and cheated and threatened and harmed to get what she wanted. Pan wasn't like that. Pan was a mischievous person, sure, but he was no villain. Never. He was the guardian

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of Neverland. He was the Lost Boys and Girls leader. He was Base's friend, and Tink's lover and soul mate. Pan, was no villain. @Taking Back Luxday

And so it was, the charming story of Pan had been revealed by none other than Neverland’s most endearing fairy, Tink. The three of them continued to bring up old tales of the past. Memories that made them howl with unabashed joy, each of them remembering why Neverland was one of the greatest places in all the stars. After their echoes of laughter filled the jungle the sound of their pleasure simmered within the darkened trees, and Base reminisced on Epora and how they met. “She was beautiful, you know. I’d never seen anyone like her. She’d wandered into our territory looking for ways to save Tink, only, at the time, many of us didn’t know there was a larger plan abroad. When my mother captured her and put her in the dungeons I couldn’t fathom why she’d do this to someone so…” “Exquisite,” said Pan. Filling in the last word since he knew Epora well. She was family and Pan had many stories of Epora he wished to tell, though, Base was the one with the spotlight and Pan wanted nothing more than to hear what he had to say. It was rare to hear memories of his tribe from someone who was once an outsider, and it made Pan feel at peace to honor Epora’s spirit now that she was gone. No, not gone - murdered. Pan tried not to get upset by the rush of on-slaught emotions with this fact. He kept quiet, but the savage shine in the corner of his eye was nothing short of a reminder that he would one day kill the Ice Queen for what she did to a member of his tribe. It was unforgivable, and until the bitter Ice Queen was staring up at him, begging for forgiveness on both knees with salty tears running down her red face, he would never stop to make things even. “Yes…exquisite.” Base walked towards the fire and looked into the flames. “I went to her in the dungeons and offered her food and water since they treated all prisoners poorly. I wanted to know why she was in our cells. How could someone as captivating as Epora be confined within our dungeons?” He rubbed his hands togeth

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er then warmed his fingers against the invisible barrier of the bonfire. “It was then I learned she was part of your tribe, Pan. A lost girl. I’d never met anyone from Pan’s Tribe before. There were rumors, of course. Just like Tink, we all thought you were a legend. I could tell Epora was no liar. She and I created a bond of friendship and I vowed to free her. I wanted the truth. That’s when I found you, Pan. Circling our borders trying to find her.” “I’m sorry we couldn’t save her, Base. I swear to you we will get our revenge so your mother can never use the powers of Neverland again.”

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Pan stood next to him by the flames and together they watched the same fire twist itself into the night. “She deserves to die the same way Epora did.” And for the first time, Base had an ounce of violence within his somber brown eyes. They would have stayed there longer, gazing at the orange licks of light, if it weren’t for the sound of drums rumbling somewhere in the distance… “What’s that?” asked Base. He looked alarmed, and rightfully so. But Pan didn’t have the same look of worry on his face. There was a smile growing on one end of Pan’s mouth to the other, a smile that could only mean they were all about to embark on an adventure. “Follow me,” said Pan. He led them through the trees and the night, twisting along forgotten paths and overgrown trails until finally, they stumbled upon a clearing filled with what can only be described as the most stunning display of magic within all of Neverland. The grass shimmered with moonlight, moving like waves within the warm wind. Flowers mingling with moss adorned the entrance to a large cavern where another fire had been lit, only the color of the flames were like the shades of the rainbow. These spectacular colors flickered along the rock walls. But what was even more impressive were the fairies dancing around the fire. They were not the kind of fairies like Tink - these were fairies of the jungle, the kind Pan, on occasion, would get into a dirty affair with. Needless to say, he was on good terms with their kind, and when they spotted Pan a few of them flew over to greet them. Immediately Pan, Tink, and Base were given flower crowns made from the finest beauty in all of Neverland, entwined with twigs and leaves that held magic of their own. These special crowns made their skin glow like reflections on the sea during a vibrant sunset, and for a short time, these crowns gave them all the ability to fly. Knowing this, Base went into a frenzy of laughter and took off into the sky with a few of the fairies at hi

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s side. His hands were outstretched, grasping the midnight air while the fairies held onto him. Base thoroughly enjoyed every moment of this new ability, and the fairies also seemed to be fond of Base. They took him all through the jungle on the premise that he was part of Pan’s tribe, and wore important jewelry given to him by Pan.

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Jewelry that symbolized his unique powers within Neverland, to call upon strength whenever he needed it, given to him after they returned from saving Tink. And anyone who saved a member of Pan’s family was considered royalty within the jungles of Neverland. While Base and the fairies partook in the festivities, celebrating the dawning of a dazzling comet passing by overhead, Pan stole Tink’s hand forcing her to come with him. They began to float into the sky with grace. Every minute seemed like a test to live ever since Hook kidnapped Tink, and for once, it was a pleasure to relax with her and enjoy their time together as if nothing was wrong. With the sounds of Base’s laughter in the distance, Pan and Tink rose higher into the sky where the backdrop behind them was a canvas of stars. He pulled her to him the way one does when romance is on one’s mind - and the best part, the fairies who had been with Tink were not jealous. They adored Tink and praised her for leaving the Fairy Kingdom. Only a self-absorbed prideful dusty cunt would have to deny a chance at being by Pan’s side to stay with someone evil and devoted to the nefarious plans to rule Neverland. So when Tink was nice and close to Pan, where her chest and soft breasts were pressed up against him, he leaned his head down and kissed her to start celebrating the festivities the way he wanted to. Where his curly brown locks were there for her to play with, to kiss her the way no one should ever be kissed unless they were sure their partner would be there to catch them when they were about to fall - to take her into the clouds, if only for a short time, to remind her that she was his fairy.

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@Vava

Tink, Pan, and Base all reminisced with one another about Epora. Base's retelling of the first time they met made Tink's heart clench with sorrow for the man. She missed Epora. Epora had been one of her closest friends beside Pan, and the loss hit them all in different ways. Tink shut her eyes and silently said a prayer for Epora. She clasped her hands together, her head dipped down slightly. The prayer was not a religious one, for Tink didn't have a religion. She silently wished Epora's spirit safety as it journeyed on into the afterlife. She also silently said her apologies. She wished she had not been taken by Hook, which would have prevented Epora from having to go to Artica. If she hadn't been taken, Epora would still be here. Perhaps she and Base could have met in a different way and been able to be together. Perhaps... A few tears ran down her cheeks and plopped onto her hands. But, regretting the past wouldn't bring Epora back. Tink knew this. Brushing the stray tears from her cheek, she nodded at Base and Pan's compliments of Epora, "She was more than exquisite. She was lovely, beautiful, magnificent... She was just a pure soul." She said softly, her smile never faltering. Epora would live on in their hearts, and they would get their revenge on the Ice Queen for killing one of their family members. Tink reached over and took Base's hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She then took Pan's hand and did the same. She wanted them both to know that Epora was with them all. "We'll make sure that the Ice Queen gets what she deserves." She said.

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The silence that settled between them was short lived as the sound of drums beat heavily in the distance. Tink and Pan both seemed to get excited at the sound of the drums. Upon Pan's command, Tink and Base followed as they traversed through the woods once more, though not on the normal pathway. The excitement was bubbling within Tink's chest, causing her to stifle a laugh. She gasped as they came out to see a large festival. While Tink didn't necessarily know what festival this was, she recognized the individuals dancing around a large fire. Fairies! Several flew over and Tink laughed with joy. Fairies! She touched her flower crown, her wings flapping eagerly as she rose up. While Base went to fly off with the other fairies, Tink waved him off, enjoying watching him get to experience flight for the first time that wasn't due to being held by someone else. Flying on your own was a new experience entirely. The freedom to choose where you want to go, to feel the wind fly through your hair and over your skin is one that everyone should experience at least once of your life. Tink grinned and followed Pan. Floating up into the sky with the stars that surrounded them like the ocean made her heart flutter with excitement and love. With her hand still linked in his, her other hand came to rest on the back of his neck, her fingers touching those gentle brown curls. She felt his soft but firmer lips press against hers, and she felt her heart slam into her chest. She was absolutely certain that Pan would be able to feel her heart thundering against her breast.

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She returned his kiss, her own lips pressing back into his, her hand moving up into those sweet gentle curls. She tugged ever so slightly, giving Pan a taste of what she felt for him. Love. Desire. Pride. Joy. Affection. There was so much more she felt that just couldn't be put into words. However, she knew that Pan could tell what she felt. Her kiss would prove it. She pulled away only by a small fraction of an inch. Her eyes opened. Their eyes met and Tink swore she could see sparks flashing between them. She smiled lightly, leaning up and kissing him once more. It was a gentle peck, but not one that held back any emotion. "Catch me if you can." She whispered. Without another word, Tink quickly flew down through the bottom of the clouds. Reminiscing about how they used to race all the time, Tink couldn't help but have one more race with her best friend, with her lover. Tink's wings flapped quickly as she flew back down towards the colored flames. The drums were still being beaten, and now several fairies were singing and chanting an old folk song. One where the language was lost to time, but the words still remained. Tink flew just over the flames, and the wind pushed rainbow colored embers out onto the ground. The fairies screamed with excitement, their own wings fluttering and increasing the embers.

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The embers rose to meet the clouds, their rainbow colors mingling with the bright white of the stars. Tink let out her own scream of excitement as she flew over the flames once more, wondering if Pan had followed her to race her. Then again, this wasn't necessarily a race. Now, it was a race to not be caught. However, Tink wouldn't mind losing this race. Though she wouldn't admit that out loud. She was going to try to avoid being caught by Pan, because that was the fun! This race, this excitement and this chase. Their love was fun to experience. Some of the other fairies flew up and also began to pass over the flames, allowing the rainbow embers to create a large tower, almost like a rainbow beacon to form. They wouldn't prohibit or prevent Pan from getting to Tink, but they wanted to play as well. So, they flew around almost as if trying to get Tink to be hidden within them. It was almost like a game of hide and seek. @Taking Back Luxday

As Tink kissed him, of course Pan’s eyes shut. He allowed himself to get lost within her sugary embrace to capture the feeling of her lips on his, along with savoring the sensation of her hips in his hands, the shape of her body and curve of her waist did something to him. It was like eating a piece of candy that made his entire mouth water - but as she pulled out of the moment so his fingers slipped off her figure, man did that irritate him in the best way possible. He wanted her, and now she was descending into the clouds with a look on her face that suggested he play her little game. Pan gave Tink a head start. Why not. He was faster than her. That’s just the way things were in Neverland. He was what everyone called the wingless wonder, and it was no secret that Pan enjoyed racing fairies who didn’t believe he could out-fly them. At first, it was the look of shock Pan craved after a doubtful fairy was proven wrong, and then it was the sex afterward. Somehow out-flying a fairy was attractive to the residents of Neverland, and Pan usually didn’t have to do much to instigate the naughty stuff after winning. All it took was just one of those infamous smiles of Pan, where his curly curls were kinda in his face waving around in a warm wind, with his shoulders pushed back all pompous-like, not necessarily arrogant, just rightfully confident because let’s face it - he was Pan. Three…two…one…Pan counted down and then took off in the same direction as Tink. When doing this rainbow embers seemed to fly around him, spinning out of control until they’d burnt out and were no longer visible. There was cheering from all sides as Tink swooped left and right, and just when she thought she dodged Pan he reached out and grabbed her wrist, forcing her trajectory to merge with his own. With one strong tug, he pulled her against him as they tumbled through the air like a rocket ship blasting into space, only they weren’t headed for the stars, they were flying somewhere into the

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jungle. It just so happened that a mossy field was waiting for them, and thank god for that because the way Pan intended to land would be anything but graceful. No, he wanted something fun, purposely aiming for something reflective - it was water, rippling the image of the moon in little waves. A big sloshy puddle, that’s what he wanted! SPLASH! Both Tink and Pan were not only completely soaked as they crashed into the ground, but as they tumbled their bodies picked up large amounts of mud and dirt. By the time their speed from flying had stopped, Pan was pinning Tink to the ground with her body under him, but he was also, as one would suspect, looking down on her with one of those cocky grins. Things could have gone so many different ways, with him rubbing it in her face that she wasn’t as fast as him - instead, Pan pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. His muscles, which were all smooth and looking rather alluring in the moonlight, were just too damn irresistible and he knew it. There was faint giggling somewhere in the distance. Pan looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on Tink’s chest to make sure she stayed in place while he briefly took his eyes off her.

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When he made eye contact with a group of fairies watching them, their wings beat rapidly with embarrassment at being caught. They wanted to watch Pan with Tink, not that they were perverts, but fairies in general loved anything to do with sex, not to mention Pan. And these particular fairies knew they’d never get a chance to experience what it was like being under him. They’d never get to feel him inside of them, or have his teeth biting their lower lip until they were so consumed with lust that the meaning of their existence didn’t make sense anymore. Who could blame them when they comically fled the scene looking slightly self-conscious? Blushing. Not everyone could be Tink - not everyone could be his fairy… Once they were gone he turned his focus back to Tink, and by this time his torso, which had been relatively clean thanks to his shirt, now had dirty drip marks running down his slick muscles due to the muddy water trickling off his shoulders. The hand that was on Tink’s chest went to her face and smooshed her cheeks together. They were kinda slippery from the mud, and Pan seemed to like that since it made him do one of those half smiles. Now he leaned down and with his mouth only inches away from her fishy lips, he gave her the I told you so she deserved. “What made you think you could outrun me, Tink?” Riiiiiiiiiip. The next part happened so fast. Pan had let go of her cheeks and suddenly her shirt was torn. He’d grabbed onto it and with both hands tore it in half so that it split evenly down the middle - so that he could see what he wanted. It was clear Pan loved Tink’s body. Especially her breasts. He let the flimsy fabric drape over her shoulders and arms all lifeless like now that she was exposed to him and only him. If anyone were still watching, they’d be able to see some of Pan, but not Tink. She was buried under him and hidden within the silky willow weeds that swished back and forth with the wind. Using his dirty index finger he swirled hi

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s name onto her body, right under her left boob where the slope of her breast met her ribcage. Then he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, popping it with a flick of his tongue until it hardened. The other wasn’t safe either. He made sure her breasts were nice, perky, and covered in his saliva before leaving them alone. Even then his mouth was doing bad things, like placing irreverent kisses along her neck and jawline, caressing her wings with his fingernails because he knew that gave her tingles, and being quick to take her wrists into his hands where he pinned them into the overgrown grass.

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@Vava

Tink was not upset when Pan grabbed her arm and yanked her against him. A scream of delight burst through the crowd as the wingless wonder grabbed Tink, the rainbow embers erupted into the night sky like a volcano blowing its top. But, Pan wasn't satisfied just pulling her close. No, that was too simple, and Pan wasn't simple. Tink and Pan crash landed through the forest and their landing pad was a large puddle! Water splashed up and around them, coming down like a rainfall mixed with mud and rocks. Tink was laughing the entire way, even when she was pinned down under Pan, that infamous smile shining down at Tink. God she loved that smile. Shivering from the cold water, Tink's skin broke out in goosebumps. The mud and water stained her skin. Her chest rose and fell with her laughter as she stared up at Pan, their eyes meeting in that beautiful moonlight. She caught the laughter of the fairies in the trees and Tink didn't mind. Of course she didn't want to share Pan, but she wasn't worried that he would leave her to go with the other fairies. Tink knew that Pan was hers, and she was his fairy. She was the one under him right now, the one covered in mud and water and seeing that smile.

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Once they were finally alone as the fairies fluttered away, Pan squished her cheeks together, making her lips push out like a fish's. She couldn't help but laugh, but it was hard when Pan was squeezing her cheeks. Then, he spoke one single sentence, and she gasped as he tore her shirt apart. The chill of the night air and the cold water forced her nipples to harden into pink little diamonds. Once again, Tink shivered. But now the shudder was due to her arousal that bloomed like flowers through her veins. She didn't care that she was shirtless. Nothing else mattered except for her and Pan. He was covering her body, shielding her from any prying eyes. Her protector. She knew that Pan would never let her be humiliated. Tink arched her back, pressing those plump breasts up towards him as he drew his name under her left one. Her eyes had shut for just a mere moment, so when his mouth attacked her breast, she gasped with surprise, her eyes flying open and her back arching higher. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair, keeping his head against her chest, letting him kiss and tease her nipples as much as he pleased. Tink's sweet moans were soft and low, only so Pan could hear them. She wouldn't let another soul hear the sound of her pleasure. That alone was reserved for Pan, unless he wanted her to scream out to the heavens. He once again teased her by caressing her wings, and her goosebumps only worsened, her moans turning into gasps as the pleasure spiked drastically. Was Pan trying to make her scream right now? Probably. Even though she wanted to keep her sounds of pleasure just for him, it was futile.

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Pan's kisses, his touches, his entire being, would have her screaming his name if this continued, and Tink had no desire to stop now. She wasn't some shameless mermaid who would just scream at the most basic of touches. But, Pan knew exactly where she liked to be touched. What spots made her writhe and whimper for him. The exact route that his tongue could take in order to hear his name screamed to the clouds above by his fairy. Gazing up at him, Tink licked her lower lip. She let her eyes wander from his gaze to his lips, to his neck, his chest, his torso, his arms, and even lower. Even though she had seen Pan many times before, it was a sight she could never get over. She'd never stop admiring him. While he had her wrists pinned, preventing her from escaping, she moved her legs out from under him and she hooked her legs against his hips, locking her legs behind the knees so that he couldn't pull away as easily. She wouldn't let him escape, just like he wouldn't let her. It was fun, and Tink knew that she was under Pan's guidance here. However, she still liked showing him that she wanted him. That only he was able to get her like this. That only he could see her this way, shirtless with her torn garment under her, her wings splayed underneath her body, her cheeks red and body covered in dirt and water.

His dirty fairy. Tink looked up at the moonlight for a moment. It wasn't as pretty as the sight right in front of her. A lush set of curly brown tresses dancing down her chest as their owner kissed her neck and jawline. Sweet, delicious moans rewarded each kiss. "Pan..." She breathed his name, her heart beating faster and faster with each kiss that trailed across her skin. She felt hot. She was pretty sure she was melting too, or was that the feeling of the water? She couldn't tell anymore. All she could think about and feel, was Pan. She was trapped under him, but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything. With her hips around his, she started to slowly grind and push her hips into him, letting him feel just how hot her core was for him. Her movements were gentle, but gave enough pressure for him to feel. She wasn't going to grind against him like some selfish and shameless fairy. But, she was going to show Pan just how badly she wanted him. With cheeks that were as red as the flames in the fire, Tink whispered his name again, a bit louder, so he knew how he was affecting her. "Pan..." Then, suddenly, she used all of her might to flip them over. She forced her legs to push against him and she was able to roll them over so that she was now on top, his name under her left boob, and her hands now holding his wrists. She smiled down at him, clearly pleased with her switcher-o. Tink leaned down and pressed her lips to his, kissing him with all the passion she felt for him. Their lips crashed together in an almost bruising force, but Tink didn't hold it for long. She trailed her kisses down his jaw and neck, nipping along the way. Tiny soft bites trailed themselves down Pan's bare exposed chest, down his abdomen, and finally, as she reached the band of his pants, and she eagerly looked at that firm bulge she craved, she glanced up at him. "May I taste you, Pan?" She asked, wanting his permission. His approval. It was more than needed. It was craved, and Tink need

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ed to hear him say 'yes.' @Taking Back Luxday

The world started to disappear as their tongues ran over each other in slow motions, creating the ultimate feeling of intimacy, the one that everyone craves when they’re either on top or under someone - where you get wet just from making out. So when everything started to blur together, time, their hands, Tink’s humping against him, it was no surprise they were the only two people who mattered in Neverland - obviously, that’s what happened when you were in the middle of great sex. Pan knew any kind of physical or emotional action with Tink was worth the risk, even back when she wasn’t considered his fairy. They were still close, and now…he had her forever. That’s exactly what his hands were saying as he grabbed her by the hair or squeezed her arms, her body, holding her so their mouths could stay locked together. The rush of it all had him wondering why it took them so long to tell each other how they felt, because she wasn’t like any of the other fairies. Their connection was different than all his other encounters with her kind. To him, Tink wasn’t someone he’d pound up against the side of a tree just to get off for the fun of it. Something like this was rare - something like this made him feel like he was falling, with air rushing, swirling, pulling him deeper into whatever they’d become. His head spun with emotions for Tink as their lips worked in ways only two people in love could manage. All those curly brown pieces of hair were playing along, too. Brushing against Tink’s forehead, sometimes her cheeks, it all depended on where his mouth was going. And the sounds she made while he was doing this were driving him fucking insane, it’s why he’d growl whenever she’d say his name. Not in a weird way. The kind only someone so turned on can make because they wanted the person they were with. Even then, towards the moment when the fun with their lips were coming to an end, Pan found his way to her ear and said her name in a way she’d like. Her name was spoken in a l

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ow whisper, but the kind that could only be found in the depths of Pan’s throat, and done with a smile. A shiver-inducing dick move on Pan’s part because he knew she’d love it, but all was fair game during moments like these when it was just them fucking around in the mud. When Tink’s slender legs suddenly wrapped around his own, he was only a smidgen surprised when she used what strength she had to position herself on top of him. Granted, he helped her do it, but would never tell her that. Because who wouldn’t want someone like Tink on top of them. Where her breasts were glowing with the soft shades of moonlight, and her nipples were pricked like little beads from what he’d done to them. Pan was pleased, and that damn smile he had on his handsome face said so. He laid in the grass and mud grinning like he had everything he ever wanted, and it was all right there in front of him. That classic Pan smile was soon showing off for a brief moment where his teeth flashed in Tink’s direction, because that’s how genuinely grateful he was to have found someone like her.

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Whatever the reason, whether Tink was a fairy who had sacred powers or Pan being the heart of Neverland, there was magic surrounding them out in that field. All the wispy willow weeds pushed with the rolling wind, and on its current came a flood of candy-like lollipop fireflies blinking with every color known to the rainbow. They blipped in and out of the night like little lanterns playing hide and seek. All these tiny lights moving in and out behind Tink, casually creating glows along her figure just to make her even more attractive to someone like Pan, who was now turning his smile into somewhat of a devious smirk, was nothing more than a reminder of why he loved Neverland as much as he did - why he loved her more than anything he’d ever loved before… “You really think you can keep me pinned like this?” It was torture what Tink was doing to him with her ocean-like movements on his body, humping and grinding in waves, giving him an erection that wasn’t going to go away by itself - and it was all her fault. After he’d stared at her long enough to savor the moment, capturing the memory of her face, rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and perfect breasts, he found his way out of her pinned grasp and propped himself up by using his elbows, which were sunk into the mud up to his forearms. “You can taste me Tink…” he said, and that charming left eyebrow of his lifted a degree, “...but you better not stop until you’ve swallowed every last drop.” Challenge accepted, that’s what his eyes said as he elevated them into the air, doing this because he was Pan and could fly, something he wanted to remind her of and had better not forget. Once off the ground and hovering he removed his clothing and tossed it somewhere in the field. So long! There was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to find what he was wearing again because the brush in the field was so tall. The odds of him wandering back to the fairy bonfire completely naked after this was pretty good, which no doubt all the fairies w

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ould love to see. A naked, dirty, muddy Pan! Pan didn’t care. He was the kind of person to walk around butt naked and not think twice about it, which is one of the reasons why all fairies liked him in the first place. It was hard to compare or stack up to someone like Pan, he was just this unobtainable creation that everyone wanted to get their hands on. Crazy how when it came to Tink, though, she had his immediate attention as if that’s just the way things were supposed to be. While taking his clothes off he also removed the rest of whatever Tink was wearing in the process, and upon landing back on the ground he changed their positions one more time, making it so Tink slid off his body and onto the ground where her knees would sink into the mud at Pan’s feet. Now he was hard and ready for her, all she had to do was take what she earned, and in return, Pan promised to fill her mouth with more than she could handle. And because Pan wasn’t just a lost boy, he was also a bad boy with naughty ideas, he slid his finger on Tink’s wing to gather up some of that good ol’ fairy dust and sprinkled it on his cock, which was like sampling drugs for the first time. Why not. At this rate, he would probably bust his load all over her and give Tink a face mask made solely with just his cum.

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@Vava

Pan was indeed a bad boy. The way that he whispered her name spurred her arousal further. Tink was like putty in Pan's hands now, and it was obvious that he knew this. Despite that, Pan didn't abuse this in a negative way. The way he touched her said this. Each touch was gentle, loving, and passionate. She had heard stories of what sex with Pan was like. It was rough, wild, and could not be seen as romantic, though some of the fairies would try to brag that Pan said he loved them. Tink never believed them. They were all pompous bitches that lied. Dusty cunts that lied. Pan would never love someone like them. Now that she had experienced sex with Pan, she knew they all had just never been more than a fuck buddy. Tink was more, and Pan proved that; their intimacy proved that. The way he whispered her name was an another admittance of that love. His tone held the love she had always craved for so many years. Tink had loved Pan for so many years, and finally getting to show him how she felt was such a blessing. Their passion was spontaneous and fun, and Tink was falling deeper in love with him. The magic of their love was evident to anyone who saw them. Finally, he gave her the approval she craved, under one condition. She couldn't stop until she swallowed ever drop. Tink nodded, a determined smile on her pretty pink lips. She wasn't going to act shy or coy. She wasn't afraid of a challenge. Besides, getting to taste Pan and swallow each and every drop was a reward. Why would she waste that? Who in the right mind would say no to that? Not Tink. She wouldn't do this for anyone else but Pan, though.

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Pan's clothes came off quickly and Tink sighed with joy. She loved seeing Pan naked. He was such a handsome man. He was the most handsome man in all of Neverland and no one could ever convince Tink of anything different. Tink helped remove her clothes, and she enjoyed the way that the evening breeze swirled around her body. She touched his chest, his arms, his neck, his abdomen, and then, she knelt and touched his cock. Her hands moved to the beginning of his shaft, holding him steady. She moaned and shivered as he brushed her wing. The gold dust sprinkled from her wing and followed his hand until he sprinkled it over himself. Tink subconsciously licked her lower lip. Pan was going to make her explode with need. Determined to make him proud, she opened her mouth and leaned forward. Instead of just taking him into her mouth and attempting to suck him off like one of his former partners, she started off slow. Pan deserved her utmost attention, and for her to give him time to savor the feeling of her mouth. Tink's lips pressed soft kisses along his shaft, starting at his pelvis, and moving up to the tip. She started on the right side, and once she got up to the tip, she moved back down on his left side. (edited)

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Every part of Pan was delicious. Now, her tongue came out to taste him. She moaned as she got a better feeling of him, and now his natural scent filled her nose, and her mouth. She licked slowly up his left side, and as she reached the tip, her tongue swirled around the head. Pan's taste was so intoxicating, especially with the fairy dust now adorning his skin. She licked down on his right side, and then she came up again. Now, she opened her mouth. She took Pan in as much as she could without his help, this was at least two thirds of his length. She was better than the first time. But still, it wasn't enough. Tink wanted him to be in complete ecstasy. He deserved the best. Taking a deep breath, Tink pushed forward, taking him fully into her mouth. She moaned louder now, her fingers curling against his thighs as his cock was pushed down into her throat. She could feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to back down. Carefully, she pulled back. But just before she let him out of her mouth, she pushed back down and took him fully again. Those tears threatened to fall, but Tink refused to let them. Despite the ache in her jaw, and the crystal drops that wanted her to take a break, she pushed on. Pan's fairy was not going to back down.

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Once again, she moaned. Tink's wings fluttered with each bob of her head. Sprinkles of fairy dust danced from her back and the wind caught a few and sent them into the air. The glow of her dust and the fireflies around them almost seemed to create a natural light show while Tink's head bounced up and down on Pan. Tink's left hand went to Pan's and held it, just wanting to hold onto him in as many ways as she could. Her right hand laid on his thighs, her fingers digging against his flesh each time she got to the beginning of his dick. (edited)

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@Taking Back Luxday