Zelda Jukes

Gone from Pirate to Proper and now staying at Walt Academy.

[zeldajukes-blog]

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[most-darling-peter-blog]

“She’s just a little…” Peter sighed. He didn’t know how to put it politely. He knew that he was always annoyed with her, he actually did love Jenna. “She’s just a little obsessed with stories our dad always told us. And it gets a little old. So I always thought that Neverland was just her and my cousin’s weird continuation of my family’s stories.”

[zeldajukes-blog]

“So your family said some stories about Neverland, and cause your sister likes them and talks about them, you decided it wasn’t real?” She asked him, it didn’t quite make sense but she figured if someone bugged her non stop about something, she probably would go against it. “Either way, it’s real. Even if you don’t want to admit it to your sister.” She smiled sideways at him.

[echoofthewaves]

“I see some kids around. We’re got a little truancy ring around here. Real underground stuff,” She smirked. “If you’re afraid I’m going to get offended by whatever it is you really want to say, don’t be. It really doesn’t matter to me,” She shrugged. Surely anything that Zelda had to say wouldn’t sting Shelby’s thick skin. It had been a long while since anything anyone said about her really resonated with her. Shelby slow-clapped when Zelda jumped down from the fence, wearing a bemused smirk on her face. “Impressive,” She added simply. “Aw, c’mon now, don’t you go losing your boldness on me now. And besides, if we’re gonna get caught we’re already in trouble. Might as well enjoy ourselves in the spectacular now,” She said with a happy sigh as she started to make her way in the direction of the beach. “Not far at all. Why? You got a hot and heavy date to get back to?” She teased playfully. Breaking rules never really bothered Shelby, it wasn’t something she often even thought about. Having someone along with her just made it better. More enjoyable. Humming a quiet little tune, Shelby reached for another cigarette and lit it up. “Have you really been going to all your classes this whole time?” She asked, trying not to sound judge-y. “I mean–I just didn’t think people really gave a shit here, y’know since we were forced to and all.”

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Zelda paused, feeling silly for censoring herself. “Criminal types.” She finally said, even though she lived on a ship exclusively with criminals. “Or rule breakers, some might be go against the law so much.” It wasn’t even that harsh, but she felt guilty for saying it. She was after all taking part, and she was a pirate at heart. It felt like she was insulting her family and Blake and also now Shelby. “Alright, no need to patronise me.” The blonde rolled her eyes, “But there’s no point getting in caught now before we do anything fun, so we need to go.” She started to follow Shelby and laughed, shaking her head. “Oh no, nothing like that. Haven’t seen anyone for ages. What about you?” It wasn’t a serious question, she didn’t think it was anyway, but answering it felt better than going along with it. “Yeah, it’s what we’re meant to do. Technically, all school is forced so, it’s just something you get used to.”

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[most-darling-peter-blog]

“No. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Peter said, knowing that it was all his fault. He didn’t know why she was apologizing when he was the one in the wrong. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invalidate any of that or anything. It’s just my sister…” He trailed off. It was pointless to try to make excuses for his behavior.

[zeldajukes-blog]

Zelda turned to lean on the wall again, resting her head on her arms. “It’s fine.” She said again, even though they both knew it hadn’t been. It was the polite thing to do, even if it was a pushover move. “What about her?” Zelda asked him, glancing over questioningly, wondering what his sister had to do with anything they’d been talking about.

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[most-darling-peter-blog]

Peter was quiet for a minute and considered everything she had said. He was being ridiculous. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, his voice small. He felt terrible. She had been nice and he told her that her home was fake. He didn’t really have any excuses, any valid excuses anyway. He just wanted to disappear and stay inside his room for a few weeks.

[zeldajukes-blog]

Zelda looked down at the slowly moving water, she could see his feet fracturing in the waves. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I snapped at you.” She apologised clearly, to be polite, but she didn’t really want to. “It’s just, that’s my home and my family. They’re very real and they’re mine and it’s just not fair to say that to me.”

[anya-aninor]

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@most-darling-peter:

“Because you sound exactly like my sister and cousin. Have they put you up to this?” Peter asked. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just accept what she was saying. He didn’t know why he was so determined to be right. “I’m sure you’re right, but it doesn’t seem like it’s possible.”

"I don't even know who your family are! You came to me, remember?" Zelda almost yelled, but her wet hand slapped the wall beside them. "You're ridiculous to say that, I don't know what the unbelievable thing is when you believe in Minnie Mouse and probably all the princesses and their fairy godmothers and cats and people with magical powers but oh, there have never been pirates anywhere. Not even in the real world. And an island with some magic? Preposterous! But yeah, it's not like there isn't proof stood right in front of you. You're right, it's impossible."

[zeldajukes-blog]

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[most-darling-peter-blog]

“Because it’s just old stories. At least Minnie Mouse is real,” Peter scoffed before realizing that Zelda was being serious. He was being rude to someone who had invited him to go swimming with her. It was one thing to try to shut down his own family, but someone who was nice to him when they were obligated to? “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be mean or anything,” he said, but knew that wouldn’t do anything.

[zeldajukes-blog]

“Not real?” Zelda asked, mouth agape and turning to stare at him. “I’m real, I’m right here.” She reached her hand out placed it on his shoulder, but let go quickly. “Real.” She frowned. “And my dad is Bill Jukes, I’ve met James Hook, I sailed with him all my life. His son goes to this school.” Zelda crossed her arms at him. “You’re at a school for the kids of all of these people, and characters that sound unbelievable. So why is the Jolly Roger and my home any different?”

[echoofthewaves]

“Well, they think it’s impossible to sneak off campus. They’re just not creative enough,” Shelby smirked. Her habit for truancy and getting high instead of getting to class hadn’t changed just because her environment had. If anything, it only made her want to do it more–to prove that she hadn’t lost her touch. “Sure you didn’t,” Shelby teased, giving Zelda an easy smile as they found their way out of the dorm building. “Follow me, then,” She grinned devilishly and led Zelda to the place she normally used to sneak off campus. It wasn’t too far from her dorm, just a spot tucked away by a patch of trees. “You want to watch me first? It’s weird to explain,” She offered before putting her hands on the gates. She had the strength to hold herself up easily (and to rip the gates right out, if she were being honest about the gifts that came with being a Siren), but she still liked this method best. “So you’re gonna put your foot here,” She began, tapping her foot against the metal gently. “Then push off with your other foot so you can reach up here–but you’re well taller than me so it might not be so much of a challenge for you,” She giggled. Shelby’s hardly-five-foot frame had caused her some pain back before she learned to adapt to it. “Then you just–” She made a quiet sound as she hoisted herself up to the top of the gate. “–and you can hop down from here. It’s really not that far. You got it? Or you want me to wait up here and help you?”

[zeldajukes-blog]

“I bet loads of people do it. Some people here seem a bit...” She smiled awkwardly. “Like they’d skip out.” She said, changing her mind on the words so she wouldn’t offend Shelby. It was a silly sentence to start without thinking, considering her new friend had invited her to sneak out. Better tomorrow. She followed her out the dorm, grinning back at her. When they arrived, she looked up and down the gate, stepping back to look at it easier and pursed her lips. “Yeah, you go ahead.” Zelda furrowed her brows as she watched Shelby climb, “I think I got it.” She nodded, it was a bit of a trip back to her old self. she hadn’t jumped a gate for a long time but she chucked her bag onto her back and hopped forward, tucking her foot into the spot she’d mentioned and pushing up. She gripped the bars higher up and hauled herself up and over. Glad she’d worn shorts, she hopped down on the other side and huffed on impact. Zel brushed her hands together to wipe off any muck and grinned at Shelby. “So, how far to the beach?” She asked, hoisting her bag higher on her back and giggled. “Not too far, I hope.” The blonde looked around nervously and exhaled loudly. “Maybe we should get going, you know, just in case?” 

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[most-darling-peter-blog]

“Because that’s ridiculous,” Peter said as if it was obvious. He didn’t care how it came out. He didn’t think she was being serious. “That’s true. It wouldn’t be that bad.”

[zeldajukes-blog]

“Why?” Zelda asked, not looking at him because it was possible that her old angry self might fight for control. Instead she stared hard at the view. “I mean, we go to school with the daughter of Minnie Mouse, why is the Jolly Roger ridiculous?” She pursed her lips and tried to focus on other thing, count to ten like she’d been taught. “No, you’d definitely have time.”

[echoofthewaves]

Shelby could only chuckle as Zelda tried to tell her that she turned out well. If she knew how she was really talking to–the cold-hearted killer Siren–she might have sang a different tune. Sometimes, Shelby thought she was born backwards, that some switch in her brain that made decisions properly never got turned on, or short-circuited. “What do you think I’ve been doing?” She asked with a chuckle. “I’m not that stupid. Street smarts are ones I actually have,” She assured her new friend. Her new friend. That was a nice thought. “Yeah no, if that mattered then they wouldn’t have let me come here, that’s for sure,” Her truancy record had to be one of the highest that her old high school had seen. Hers had been a school for the gifted, or for the royalty and future leaders of Atlantica. Shelby’s father’s status had gotten her in, and her reputation well near threatened to get her out. “Sure,” Shelby said, nodding before she headed off, new cigarette in hand, to her room. After a short debate about bikini-versus-one piece, Shelby decided to go with the bikini. Zelda didn’t seem to implore much, so Shelby figured that she might save herself another sob story about the hideous puckered skin across her middle. Putting herself in a cover up sundress, Shelby waited for the knock at the door. She waited long enough for her to just start to grow impatient (which, admittedly, wasn’t very long at all) before the knock finally came. “Have a bit of a struggle finding the place?” She teased before sliding out the door. “Alright, let’s get us the fuck out of here,” She laughed.

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Zelda just laughed, she hadn’t even thought of Shelby as dumb but perhaps she had sounded patronising. She made note to try be more polite when she spoke, more considerate. Still, she was able to see the funny side enough to not feel too bad. “Oh I bet they would have, considering this place is all designed for our safety! It was the main reason I transferred here, my father heard about it and thought it was the best thing ever.” Zel rolled her eyes at that, she’d grown to like her old school and she missed the friends she’d made there. She also had to try harder here, there was no temptations to be bad and here she was skipping class. “It was kind of difficult, but I didn’t take that long!” She gave her a smirk, tutting playfully at her cursing nodded. “Yeah, lets go.” Zel turned back to where she’d come from, but imagined there was some special way free that Shelby had found so walked slower so she could take the lead and make sure they got out without being caught. The blonde didn’t want to think about what her dad would say if he found out about this after everything. 

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Zelda’s hands rested on her waist, running little circles over her dress as her eyes fell shut. It was ridiculous how good he made her feel, and her breath fell heavy, knees bending and fingers twisting into her dress. She moaned quietly, letting out soft sighs as he worked. Her eyes scrunched up, letting out a whine and her hands snaked down her body to scrunch in his curls. Zelda’s hips bucked up against him, struggling against his grip as she whimpered, back arching. She writhed and shuddered, her body feeling electric until she froze, gasping and whispering his name. 

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She clasped onto him as he lifted her, only momentarily wondering if she was heavy, before happily having his lips meet hers again. He was so warm, burning hot actually, and his breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. Zelda felt breathless as he started moving down, she wondered if he knew the kind of effect he had on people. On her. She forced herself to breathe, shallow breaths of anticipation and lifted her hips to allow him to remove her knickers.

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Blake was, well, almost relieved that she kissed him back, a blind panic gripping him as entered the unknown with the kiss. He should’ve known that it was alright; this was Zelda he was with, not some porcelain goddess with painted on lips. This was warm and soft and very much real Zelda. He wondered for a moment why they’d never gotten together before; had they always just been disinterested in exploring that sort of relationship? His mind started drawing blanks after a moment, and he lost himself in kissing her, his hand slowly inching further up her leg, further up her dress, until his fingers were strumming along the elastic in her knickers.

[zeldajukes-blog]

Zelda’s mind raced, searching for reasons to stop this and behave like she knew she ought to. But it had been so long and this was Blake and the idea that it might ruin their friendship wasn’t enough reason to stop in her alcohol fuzzed mind. Her breath hitched when his hand went higher, shifting her hips forward a little while she pressed soft kisses along his jaw, hand finding the nape of his neck. She couldn’t help feeling the need to be good at this, to impress him, but she didn’t have a wide range of experience to help much.

[blake--hook-blog]

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His actions hung on her answer, and he waited patiently, (well, patient for a Hook), for her to speak. At the monosyllabic response, he felt a smile start at the edges of his mouth. When Zelda looked up, he reached forward, cupping a hand around her face, and pulled himself into her, kissing her warmly on the mouth. The hand on her leg squeezed gently, fingers feeling like they’d been set ablaze over the bit of skin above her knee.

[zeldajukes-blog]

Zelda almost froze when he kissed her, everything had moved so fast she felt like she needed ten minute breaks just to catch her thoughts. Or her breath. The hand on her leg brought her back and she opened her mouth to him, tentatively returning the kiss as her fingers went to rest on the side of his jaw. It was all gentle and uncertain, but she wanted it. Every part of her body told her that this was right. With her free hand she set aside the nearly empty bottle of wine and then placed her hand on his chest, fingers scrunching up and gripping his shirt.

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[most-darling-peter-blog]

“Oh? You’re serious?” Peter asked. He had heard about the Jolly Roger from his dad and, of course, Jenna. He didn’t know if Zelda had just said that because she had also heard the stories or not, but he hoped she didn’t talk to Jenna. “Yeah, I guess I could. But there’s also homework. Not that I’m that concerned with my schoolwork.”

[zeldajukes-blog]

“Yeaaah,” Zelda nodded, wondering why he thought she’d lie. This was a school for Disney after all. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She asked him, wanting an explanation. She wondered if it was how prim she looked now. She hoped it was that, that meant it was working. “Yeah, but it doesn’t have to be a long swim. Sunset only lasts like ten minutes or something right? At least, the good bits.”

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“How? What do you mean?” Peter asked. He wasn’t following, and felt a little stupid. He probably started thinking about something else and missed something. “Yeah, it’s really pretty. I wish that we could always have a view like this, even though that’s unrealistic. It would be nice.”

[zeldajukes-blog]

“It was the Jolly Roger.” She finally said as explanation, the ship was in Neverland most the time, and that was both modern and old at the same time. “Well, you could just come for a swim every day at sunset. That’s pretty realistic.”

[blake--hook-blog]

still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda

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Blake’s eyes flickered around her face, trying to read her before she answered him. He wanted her more than anything in the moment, but that was partly just the way he was. Saying anything to get people to give him what he wanted. At her words, he moved a little closer, watching the blush painting itself across her face. She seemed so changed from the last time he’d known her; Zelda had always been a spitfire, always speaking her mind and being the very portrait of confidence. And here she was, blushing away like a little maiden. Both images of her ignited something in Blake; he didn’t even think as his hand moved to her thigh, resting gently on the hem of her pink dress. “Didn’t rule me out, then?”

[zeldajukes-blog]

She didn’t notice Blake move closer, but she did feel his hand on her leg and stared at it blankly. There was something in the simple move that left her uncertain of what to do. He’d never had this effect on her before, and she blamed it on the alcohol and her change. The options ran through her mind, push him away and stick to her new found morals or tell him the truth. She took the bottle from her legs and shook her head slowly. “No.” Zelda said softly, finally opened her eyes to look at him and feeling weaker the second she did.