Hooked on Neverland (Reader x Hook)

The Dark Truth

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In the realm of dreams, I surrender to the embrace of exhaustion, drifting into a profound slumber. Within the depths of my sleep, I find myself transported to Neverland, where the lost boys, Peter, and... James Hook await. Emotions swirl and dance within my fantastical dreamscape, filling me with a heady mix of anticipation and desire.

Slowly, I stir from my wondrous adventures, feeling luxurious fabrics of silk and fur surrounding my body. As my arms lazily stretch, the soft fabrics caress my skin, a sensual touch that awakens my senses.

The air in the room carries a beguiling scent—a blend of salt, wax, and sandalwood. With each inhalation, the fragrance fills my nostrils, captivating my senses and evoking a profound sense of pleasure.

Though my eyes remain closed, the soundscape whispers secrets to my ears. The gentle creaking of wood floats upon a serene body of water, while distant seagulls punctuate the tranquil melody. Then, another sound emerges—a series of resounding footsteps growing closer, echoing against the thick walls.

Abruptly, my eyes flutter open, and the dreamlike state that had enveloped me mere moments ago dissipates like snow melting under the sun. Reality crashes back into my awareness, revealing that what I had believed to be a dream is, in fact, unfolding before my very eyes. I find myself in a vast chamber aboard the Jolly Roger, surrounded by aged wooden panels and the lingering presence of adventure.

Time seems to slip away, and I have only seconds to banish the remnants of sleep from my weary eyes before heavy footsteps approach my door.

With a flourish, the door swings open, and before me stands Mr. Smee, wearing a mischievous smile. "Miss Darling," he addresses me with an overly friendly tone. "If you would be so kind as to follow me, Mister Captain Hook has invited you to join him for breakfast and is eager to have your company."

He gestures for me to rise and follow him, and as I lift my bare feet from the soft sheets and onto the cold wooden floor, the disorientation from my sudden awakening persists, causing me to stumble slightly as I move towards the pirate.

"I would be delighted," I huff sarcastically. "Although I do hope the man has the foresight to provide coffee and booze."

Mr. Smee guides me down the hallway of the surprisingly spacious ship, and as we make our way, a faint melody reaches my ears. Eventually, we arrive at a grand double door, adorned with a bronze plaque that bears the name:

Capt'n Jas Hook

The door boasts exquisite gold ornaments, which frame the shiny plaque. Pausing with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, I watch as Mr. Smee opens the doors and motions for me to enter. 

Stepping over the threshold, I am instantly enveloped by a medley of scents—damp wood, the unmistakable aroma of aged rum, seawater, and leather. However, amidst this olfactory symphony, a surprising fragrance wafts towards me—freshly brewed coffee, delectable pastries, sizzling bacon, and a vibrant assortment of sliced fruits and sweet syrups.

My stomach growls in anticipation, drawing me further into the room. As I move past Mr. Smee, he closes the doors behind me, leaving me to survey the breathtaking space I now occupy.

An oval chamber with towering ceilings unfolds before me, adorned with stained glass windows that depict ancient lore and tales of intrepid seafarers. The walls are adorned from floor to ceiling with gold-plated ornaments, designs that dazzle the eye. Thick red carpets lay scattered across the floor, adding a touch of opulence beneath beautifully carved wooden chairs and plush lounges. At the far end of the room, a massive and imposing desk commands attention, adorned with trinkets, maps, and intriguingly futuristic devices.