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the title he bestowed upon his crew has certainly caused confusion among others in the past. peter could understand why some had the impression he was the leader of teenage delinquents. the redhead pursed his lips and hummed in thought. "i suppose you're right. 'lost men' just doesn't have the same ring to it, y'know?" an amused chuckle escaped him, as yet another soul mistook his youthful appearance for that of a lad. "i'm whatever you want me to be. i must tell you, though — i'm a lot older than i look." peter welcomed the half embrace, pleased to be warmed up by the blonde's impressive physique and luxurious fur. "i only heard tales, but never seen one in person. pretty terrifying creatures, though. can i ask how you plan on poaching one?" the redhead inquired with visible curiosity.

"But you said they were boys?" Crewel's brow remained lifted in thought, "they can't be both, darling," he stated as if he were the deciding factor in how this all worked. As if he understood it in the first place. "I only deal with men, darling. Which one are you?" Something was compelling about the boy...the man...the whatever he was. An arm outstretched and a furred sleeved wrapped itself over the younger mans shoulders. "No, small beasts make nothing better than a pair of gloves. I need bigger beasts." A grin formed, and widened. "An abominable snowman would be perfect, darling. Are they definitely found here?"

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finding true love was a concern the general population seemed to be worried about, no matter the realm. peter had to admit, he too has seldom been apprehensive of possibly living forever with nobody to share his heart with. even an immortal like himself needed a partner. still, he had an eternity to choose whether or not to settle down. the lost boys and tinkerbell made for great company. he's yet to feel lonely enough to develop a desperation for romance and affection. "wouldn't it be easier to simply not piss off evil sorcerers?" he retorted, unable to suppress the cheeky grin from stretching across his face. "even i'm smart enough to stay away from renowned magic users. i make sure to fly super fast whenever i'm in the evil queen's woods or maleficent's territory." he refused to allow what happened to snow white and sleeping beauty occur to him.

an audible huff escaped peter when the space pirate was mentioned. he never did like damn sailors, especially the ones with flying ships. "i assume you're talking about jim hawkins? yeah, i've seen him pass by a few times..." peter shrugged, feigning disinterest but ultimately failing to hide his envy. even with pixie dust, he couldn't fly beyond the stars. when given the chance to disclose his adventures, peter gladly took the bait. "i visited a hidden city tucked behind these tall mountains called el dorado. almost everything is made of gold. the people there treated me like a god."

so he was single? good to know. not that dru thought someone that was just a magical being would be good enough to marry, he needed someone with a title, it was good to keep his options open. there was a promise within neverland. surely having a whole region to yourself was better than a tiny little palace, right? eat that, ella! “you might run into trouble around some of the realms then. best get to finding your true love sooner rather than later. wouldn't want you slipping into a coma with no way to wake you.” he shook his head. although the whole idea rubbed him the wrong way. why the hell was love the only solution? 

eternal adventure? that caused a little laugh from dru's side, which soon turned into a snort. he really needed to learn how to control that. “that's quite the name. i hear there's another ship around you that sails to even more lands.” bringing up the rumors of the space pirate was simply to see if peter would get jealous. dru washed his hair two more times before moving onto the conditioner. there, he grabbed a brush to also comb his hair. “i can't say that i have, but it sounds like you've been all over. tell me about it! where's your favorite place to visit?” 

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location: corona castle grounds closed starter for: @thrcughthewccds

with his own proclivities for mischief and mayhem, it came as no surprise that peter found himself running away from a retinue of castle guards. he simply failed to pocket a gorgeous green jewel quick enough before the aristocratic woman noticed and screamed like a banshee, alerting everyone of the thief amongst their midst. turning the corner, peter was met with a dead end and nowhere else to go. the redhead let out a frustrated groan, prepared to surrender when he suddenly remembered a particular magical talent in his tool kit capable of getting him out of almost any situation. with a cheeky grin, peter leapt into the air and soared high into the air — away from his pursuers.

leaving a trail of golden sparkles behind him, peter hopped from one rooftop to another. he's definitely left behind the guards by now, but looking down the streets below — another chap seems to be in a similar predicament. peter flew over until he was within hearing distance. "need some help there, pal?" he offered, extending his hand as the other was chased.

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d&d is canceled today so i'm big sad. half the party has the plague including myself, so it's best to stay home. kinda want to do more smutty things with peter so hit him up 👀

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as always, peter’s age and life experience were underestimated due to his youthful appearance. he chuckled when gaston declared himself as the elder between the two of them. “i’m older than i look,” the redhead claimed and gently patted his partner’s cheek. “if anything, you should be the one calling me daddy,” he added with an amused expression on his face. it was fun revealing the truth to people, but why stop gaston from asserting dominance over him? peter didn’t mind playing the submissive role.

again, gaston’s question was met with no response. instead, all he could hear were muffled moans as the leader of neverland continued to eat him out. peter’s hand wrapped around the arrogant bloke’s cock, which he noticed was now at full mast. he pumped the stiff length eagerly, curious if the combined actions of his strokes and tongue would be enough to drive gaston over the edge. a feat peter has managed to accomplish with others in the past, and certainly was confident enough to repeat. 

"Gaston does not need advice in the bedroom, dear boy. I have got tons of experience. I enjoying all sorts of arse and cock before you were even born, I'm sure you could confirm this to be true with anyone from my provincial little town—"

Of course, Peter seems to know exactly how to undermine whatever point Gaston thinks he has.

"Oh, that is—" he gasps, his mighty chest heaving with each labored breath. "What are you doing...?"

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at the retort, peter certainly had to ponder for a little while longer than usual. his crew should definitely be here by now to liberate him from this predicament, yet they were nowhere to be seen. have the lost boys been captured as well? for the first time in what felt like ages, peter pan actually began to worry. his typical façade of bravado and dauntlessness began to fade. will his story truly be ending at the hands of captain hook? the man he’s bested for decades? the redhead remained quiet, seemingly at a loss for words. “don’t hurt them,” he spoke and bit his bottom lip. “i’m the one you want…”

now under the whims and wants of his dreaded rival, peter felt an overwhelming obligation to admit defeat. no amount of pixie dust would be able to help him. not with the heavy shackles and chains currently binding him in place. he raised a brow, too anxious to come up with any witty remarks in response to hook’s taunts. “and what exactly is the kind of fun only you can offer me?”

it was either the danger of his current situation, or the tight binds that caused some blood to flow south. not to mention, he’s never been so physically close to hook before in such an intimate position. certainly not the best time to start popping a boner, but peter couldn’t control the impulses of his body. “well, then you better enjoy yourself. because if i get myself free – i’m coming for you, captain.”

"Oh, is that right? Your little band of miscreants and rogues? If they were so powerful, then where are they, hmm?" he taunts, caressing Peter with the smooth back of his hook hand. "For all you know, I've prepared contingencies for your boys. They could each be help captive by one of my many mates out on the deck, helpless and forced to hear the cries of agony I plan to force out of you..."

He feigns a pout. "Oh, is that so? Are you too good for a life of piracy, Pan? It's quite fun, actually... I think you would find you'd like it. Perhaps that's why you are so resistant to the idea. You don't want me to be right."

"Kill you? Of course not. What kind of a man do you think I am? Not until I have my fun with you, at least... you enjoy fun, don't you? Specifically, the kind of fun only someone like I could provide you with..."

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from all the lands peter has visited over the years, this might be one of the least magical ones. he almost dismissed the realm as being void completely of witchcraft and other mystical forces, had mice wearing tiny human clothes not scurried past him once or twice before. "it's much appreciated," he replied, chuckling softly. "i don't have a prince to kiss me and break any curses, so that might be a problem." no, peter pan's story involved his own personal valor and dauntlessness. he'd never even imagine taking on the role of a damsel in distress and waiting for a handsome knight to save the day. seemed like a waste of time in his opinion.

peter brought a hand to feel his hair. from the single wash alone, he could tell the strands were a lot smoother. truth be told, he was relieved all the gunk and grime accumulated over the years has gone down the drain. "that's right." he was pleased neverland has earned its own renown and reputation throughout the different kingdoms. "also called the realm of eternal adventure." a title peter himself has bestowed on his beloved home. "do you ever get to leave this place much? like on vacations and stuff?" he asked, continuing the exchange of small talk.

if only he had magic. actually, now that he thought about it, maxime probably would be more impressed if he was able to fuse the salon and makeup that he used with witchcraft. it would be a sign of power. sadly, he was just human. nothing special about what he did aside from the fact that he made people look prettier than when they first entered. “don't worry, this is a magic free zone. i won't be putting you under any curses.” that was what the godfather did to ella in his eyes. curse the rest of the family further away to the throne and closer to poverty. stupid little fairy. “everything here is as magical-less as it can be.” he clarified one final time before continuing.

magic again. this time, it made dru chuckle a little bit. thankfully it just meant that he was probably good at what he was doing. which he wasn't going to argue again. “thank you. it's all about the best techniques to take care of the human body.” or monsters. he didn't discriminate against them. just blondes. he rinsed the shampoo from peter's hair and then started the process for a second time, repeating the motions. “nice to meet you, peter. the land where people don't age, right?” 

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a simple nod was given in response to the question. "yes, they're my men in neverland." which did bring up the point of pan possibly needing to retire the name sometime soon. they certainly weren't boys anymore. peter was unfazed by the laugh, simply nuzzling on the velvety fur providing him with warmth. he did show admiration for the blonde's own thick coat, however. peter's eyebrows rose up with fascination and internally questioned what the stranger has done to acquire such a magnificent price. he hummed in thought, listening to the other man voice his current goal. "only white creatures i've seen in this realm so far are a few arctic foxes and birds. i guess you can go after a polar bear. but i'm willing to bet you're on the hunt for something far more extraordinary. an abominable snowman, perhaps?"

"Lost boys?" Crewel asked genuinely. He'd never heard of such a thing. If they were truly lost, would they really be giving out their clothing for someone else to borrow. He watched the other as he pulled a small fur from his satchel and Crewel couldn't stop the laugh that followed. "I'd hardly call that a worth fur, Darling," thick arms folded across his chest, his own fur coat bulging and folding with his new stance. "Perhaps," he mused, looked out into the snow, "creatures here have adapted to blend in with the surrounding, and I'm desperately missing something white. Werewolves, werebears, werecats...all so dull in colour. There's so much earth tone you can take. Yes, I intend to stay until I have some were-snow-beast for my collection. Show people I can conquer more than one realm."

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getting captured certainly wasn't on the top of peter's to do list for the evening. he didn't expect to be ambushed so damn methodically, and by the likes of captain hook no less. perhaps after years of triumphs, he's grown to underestimate the pirate. and like most stories, hubris tends to be the downfall of any protagonist.

which of course brings peter pan to his current situation. none of the lost boys including himself saw the attack coming. before peter even had the chance to react, he was on board the jolly roger tied up and completely exposed for his captor. "didn't think you'd ever get the best of me, captain," the redhead spoke with an air of arrogance in his voice.

"enjoy your little victory while it lasts. my men are gonna burst through that door at any minute and rescue me." how the lost boys would manage such a feat, peter wasn't quite sure. however, he had confidence in them and their ability to improvise in dire circumstances.

the surprisingly gentle touch from hook caused him to blush, cheeks turning to a similar shade of red as the hair atop his head. "you must be out of your damn mind. i'm the hero, hook. i'd never join you," peter retorted, rolling his eyes. he hoped the pirate wouldn't see right through his facade of bravado.

it was a thought peter certainly had once or twice before. but one for a different time and in another place. unfortunately not the reality they both lived in. "you have my answer, pirate. are you gonna kill me now?"

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How many times they've done this dance, Hook couldn't even tell you. Peter gets captured, Peter escapes, the cycle continues.

But this time would be different.

Thanks to his network of intel bolstered by the recent revelation of the portals, Hook finally managed to get the spritely lad back on his ship, stripped of his clothing and tied to a support beam in his private quarters. Everything according to plan.

"You're a tricky little thing, Pan," taunts Hook, circling around the prone, naked young man like a predator going in for the kill. "No matter how often you escape my clutches, I always get you right back where I want you. But I'm afraid I've not been quick enough to take what's mine, not usually—"

He reaches out to take Peter's delicate chin into his hand, fondling the soft, dewy skin under his heavy thumb. Gorgeous. Too bad he couldn't keep his mouth shut half the time.

"I know you want me, Pan. You act as though you're repulsed by me, but that's a lie to us both. You run from me," he purrs, "because you're afraid I'm right. We could be so good together, you know... don't you want to do this? Pillage and fight by my side? And then, once the battle is won, we retire to my bed, where I ravage your sweet body—"

His face inches closer to Peter's.

"Say it. Say you want that. Say you want me."

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for somebody who likely slept with a majority of the village, he was quite surprised to hear gaston wasn't in favor of the idea of a threesome. still, he could appreciate a selfish lover who wanted him for themselves. peter could share in that sentiment, having grown possessive of partners in the past himself.

"then you gotta learn to give both your guests equal attention," he countered with a wicked smirk, as if speaking from experience. still, peter wasn't going to press on the issue any further. he need only make use of the remaining time left with gaston.

without so much as another word, peter buries his face in between the other man's exquisite ass. his tongue lapped at and swirled around gaston's hole, prodding the tight pucker before expertly pushing past the ring of muscle. the redhead moaned in delight, clearly enjoying the rimming process as he prepped his partner for the fun ahead.

Gaston, admittedly, found himself taken back by the admission. Even a little bit offended, frankly, and he did not hide this well. A man of subtlety... that was not Gaston. Not in the slightest.

His eyebrow quirks upward. "Gaston does not share, dear boy... one cannot risk the possibility of being a third wheel," he purrs, sitting up to paw at the younger man's lithe, toned body. "Plus, I do not share my toys well, which is good news for you..."

And even better news was the sensation of Pan's tongue on his cock, made even better by an unexpected tap at his asshole. "Oh, what is that...?" he chuckles heartily, not anticipating that stimulation but not hating it. "Want to claim Gaston's ass, do you...?"

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update: i had to stop in the midst of writing how my character was gonna eat someone out and breed them because i was scrambling to prevent a tpk... so ignore my prior advice

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it was immensely embarrassing for peter to admit he hasn't been to a proper salon in a long time. in fact, he didn't quite remember when his last haircut was. at least, the kind that didn't involve rusty sheers or a short sword. and so, he made sure to be in his best behavior — considering the owner of the establishment just so happened to be a little temperamental. one wrong move, and he could find himself kicked out like the blondie from earlier. curious eyes watched as the handsome stylist procured all manners of different concoctions and instruments to use for the endeavor. "looks like you're preparing some kind of potion," he remarked, visibly perplexed.

the soft towel wrapped around his neck felt admittedly delightful. peter hummed in pure bliss as the water made contact with his hair and he received the best damn massage he's ever had. "wow, your hands are like magic. i can see why you're in charge of this place..." he trailed, praising the skillful stylist. the redhead let out a pleased sigh, eyes closed as he enjoyed every second of the luxurious treatment. "it's very nice to meet you, dru. my name's peter, and i'm from neverland."

once the other was inside, dru closed the door to the salon and walked over to the chair with the redhead on it. he got everything ready from the towels, shampoo, conditioner, comb, and everything else. when they transferred over to another spot, there would be more things that he'd need to use, but for now this would work perfectly. although he was growing more curious as the time went on in regards to who was on that chair. he hadn't seen the man before, what if he was some prince? 

he wrapped one of the towels around the man's neck and then connected it at the front with a hair clip. “i am, aren't i?” a small grin formed on his face. at least he was recognizing who the pro was. “he doesn't. this place is all mine.” it was said with a sense of pride. “the name's dru, by the way. figured you should at least know my first name is i'm going to be giving you a makeover.” with that, he turned the water on and tilted the redhead's head back. he started to wash his hair, first massaging the first shampoo set into his scalp. dru made sure that the water was a nice temperate and to give him a small massage. “where are you from?”