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The Man Who Was an Island by the_alchemist for Culumacilinte
Fandoms: Peter Darling - Austin Chant, Peter Pan & Related Fandoms
17 Dec 2021
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Peter Pan has grown up and made his peace with James Hook. But what if they didn't go back to England? How will Neverland fare now its egotistical god has a man's strength, a man's consistent determination, and no nemesis to hold him in check?
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Required reading after re-reads of Peter Darling.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35761021
The Man Who Was an Island by the_alchemist for Culumacilinte
Fandoms: Peter Darling - Austin Chant, Peter Pan & Related Fandoms
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M/M, Gen
Complete Work
17 Dec 2021Tags:
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James Hook | James Harrington/Peter Pan | Peter Darling (Peter Darling), James Hook/Peter Pan
Peter Pan | Peter Darling (Peter Darling), Peter Pan (Peter Pan), James Hook | James Harrington (Peter Darling), James Hook, Tiger Lily (Peter Pan), Crocodile (Peter Pan), Neverbird (Peter Pan), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Canon Queer Relationship, Canon Trans Character, Vengeful Mermaids, Non-binary fairy monarch, Musing about mortality, Growing Up, Rough Sex, Gratuitous cowboys in assless chapsSummary:
Peter Pan has grown up and made his peace with James Hook. But what if they didn't go back to England? How will Neverland fare now its egotistical god has a man's strength, a man's consistent determination, and no nemesis to hold him in check?Language: English Words: 8,057 Chapters: 10/10 Collections: 1 Comments: 12 Kudos: 128 Bookmarks: 22 Hits: 2,767
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'And finally, you are a tyrant,' she said. 'No, it is not your fault that you are powerful, but how you use your power, that is your choice, and you have chosen only selfishness.'
It was true, of course. But why shouldn't he take care of himself? No-one else took care of him. His mother and father, who should have been the first to protect him, instead wanted to force him into skirts, into someone else's life, into a lunatic asylum. He said something of the sort, but the words came out jumbled and confused. He couldn't concentrate. The sounds of the forest were resolving themselves into that heartbeat: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. He was going to die, and soon. He was going to deserve his death.