2. Life After Death (Peter Pan x reader)
Hallo guys, sorry it took so long. But life as been super hectic with iternships, moving and everything. But here it finally is, the second part of Life after Death.
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The door opened and the (Y/L/N) family walked inside. Your parents were looking at the decorations of the house while you walked behind it. Â On the stairways was standing a couple, the Jones. Their faces werenât looking happy, more annoyed than excited like your parents were.
âLady and Lord Jones, Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).â The butler introduced your parents and the Jones. Â After some awkward small talk by your father and the Jones, but you could say that it was also more a one-sided conversation.
âWill be drinking thee in the west wing.â Lady Jones suddenly said. The whole party started walking  towards the west wing. You were last in the line and was distracted by a piano standing inside the hall.
On top of it was a little vase with a dying flower in it. Â You looked to the way your parents and the Jones walked to and you saw that they were gone. You slowly sat down on the piano stool and played a little melody. You looked around to see if there was somebody around you to tell you to stop, or to go after your parents, but since there was no one there you continued playing.
Meanwhile in his room Killian was just finishing up the last touches to his suit when he heard a piano starting to play. He gave one look in the mirror and walked towards the grand hall. There, sitting and playing the piano that was never used, was a girl. She was playing the most beautiful song he had ever heard. It was soft and kind of fragile, like any hard noise could destroy this lovely song.
What Killian didnât notice that was while the song was playing, he had descended the big stairs and stood now next to the girl playing the song. It wasnât till the girl had looked over her shoulder, that he had realised his mistake.
The girl jumped so quick from the stool that it fell backwards, and the vase with the dying flower nearly fell of the piano, but you quickly reached for it, preventing it from falling. âDo forgive me.â You said embarrassed. The felt horrible, the fact that you decided to play the piano in somebody else's house, and the fact that they caught you. You were prepared to be scolded by the man in front of you when he said;
âYou play beautifully.â
You then realised that this must be Killian Jones, your soon-to-be husband.âI am terribly sorry Lord Jones, for me to, well...â You pointed to the piano, and then your eyes landed on the falling stool. You bend down for so far your corset and dress let you and tried to put the stool back. Luckily Killian bend down and lend you a hand. âItâs no problem, I always wanted to play the piano, but since...the accident it would be very hard for me to learn.â He said pointing to his hand, or well, his used-to-be hand.
âHow did it happen?âYou blurred out. You put a hand in front of your mouth looking shocked. You lowered your hand again. âI am terribly sorry again, it was very rude of me to ask.â
Killian gave a kind smile. âNo trouble Ms. (L/N) as my soon-to-be wife you have all the right to know what happened.â He looked at his hook. âIt happened when I was a little boy, I was out playing in the woods when a couple of men kidnapped me, hoping to get some money for me. But my parents, as you know, not so wealthy anymore decided to not pay the price. Disappointed the men cut off my hand, so that I âhad less hands to spent withâ. I returned a week later after my kidnapping. The hook was a idea of a servant of mine, to honour my ancestors and to hide the stump I have there. â
âOh.â You said looking down and then at the hook. âItâs suits you.â You said quietly. âNow, if you donât mind me asking ms. (L/N), where is your chaperone?â Ms. (L/N), you never like the sound of that name. You always prefered it when people called you by your first name, but that woudnât be proper, or would it?
âPerhaps, since the circumstances you could call me (F/N).â You say, and Killian seemed to think about that. âWell, then⊠(F/N),â Killian said trying the sound of your name on his tongue. âTomorrow we are to be wed.â He said looking down at the ground. âYes, we are.â You could only reply, not knowing what else to say. âIt seems silly, but Iâve always dreamed of never being married, but sailing the seven seas. Like my family used to do.â Hook said sitting down on the stool, letting his fingers go over the keys of the piano.
âYes, very silly.â You said out of nervousness, and then released your mistake. âOh, no. No, not at all.â You sat down next to him but you knee bumped against the piano, making the vase fall. You and Killian both stood up quickly. You grabbing the vase, and putting it up straight, and Killian grabbing the flower.
When you both looked at each other you saw how close you were standing by each other, Killian holding the flower between you, close to your face so you could smell the light aroma the flower gave off. He handed it to you and grabbed it.
But then the moment was disturbed by Lady Jones. âWhat are you two doing here alone? You know you arenât suppose to be. The rehearsal starts in 15 minutes so we must go or otherwise weâll be late. Come now, Pastor Hopper is waiting.â
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