Hello all! You can call me Rei! ^^
Sooo, long story short; I've been dying to do an aged up Peter Pan x Hook RP for some time now.
Why?
Enemies to lovers, magic, adventure… pirates. Need I say more?
Basically any scenario involving Peter returning to Neverland as an adult, possibly with some darker themes thrown in here and there, and I'm hoping to find a partner who'd like to put our own spin on things. (: I don't a have a strong preference on one character over there other at the moment, so feel free to pick whichever character suits you best.
Oh yeah, a little about me:
I'm currently 31, and have been writing as a hobby for about 15 years now, but I’ve enjoyed stories in the mxm romance genre for just as long! I love plotting alongside my partners, discussing the nuances of our characters, and some ooc chit-chat on the side! If you can relate, we might just get along fine! ^^
Here's a writing sample from a recent RP of mine:
Requirements & Availability:
Seeking partners 21+ ONLY.
I work a full-time job and don’t have a set schedule, but you can expect 1-3 RP replies a week, maybe more if I’m really engaged!
I'm no stranger when it comes to writing smut, and I enjoy it quite a bit~ but I tend to lean more 30/70 to 40/60 on the smut/plot scale, depending on the story and characters.
GHOST FRIENDLY. We’re all busy in our lives, and I completely understand the need to step away for one reason or another.
Anyways, that’s all I have for you. Thanks for reading until the end! If you’re at all interested, please feel free to DM me and introduce
yourself!
Sooo, long story short; I've been dying to do an aged up Peter Pan x Hook RP for some time now.
Why?
Enemies to lovers, magic, adventure… pirates. Need I say more?
Basically any scenario involving Peter returning to Neverland as an adult, possibly with some darker themes thrown in here and there, and I'm hoping to find a partner who'd like to put our own spin on things. (: I don't a have a strong preference on one character over there other at the moment, so feel free to pick whichever character suits you best.
Oh yeah, a little about me:
I'm currently 31, and have been writing as a hobby for about 15 years now, but I’ve enjoyed stories in the mxm romance genre for just as long! I love plotting alongside my partners, discussing the nuances of our characters, and some ooc chit-chat on the side! If you can relate, we might just get along fine! ^^
Here's a writing sample from a recent RP of mine:
Note: I only use asterisks when on discord.
Jude noticed how Frank’s posture deflated at his final plea, like a man feeling the brunt of his situation collapsing on top of him. He expected Frank to reject the kill order vehemently, to reassure Jude he had a plan to get out of this dilemma without any further bloodshed.
’Kill the guy? What kind of man do you think I am?’
That’s what Jude hoped he’d say anyway. Because for the life of him, he couldn’t reconcile the version of Frank Casale he’d come to know over the last few days with that of the hardened criminal glowering up at him in his brother’s bed.
The picture Casale painted of the incident at the track made Jude shrink back a little, shoulders tensing. The unwelcome reminder that his brother was almost killed flashed through Jude’s mind, like a splash of ice-cold reality to the face. For all the ways Jude tried to comfort himself with the idea that the man at the Windsor had simply been drunk and dumb and not in his right mind, Frank stripped that possibility away. He didn’t have anything to say to that. What could he say when he knew as well as Frank that, regardless of the circumstances, had saved Hollis’s life?
There are plenty of other men in the world who are more worthy of your tenderhearted concern, Jude… I’m going to kill him because I’ve been told to. If that keeps you awake at night, maybe next time you’ll keep your nose out from where it doesn’t belong. It’d save you from the grief.
Jude searched Frank’s face for any crack in that hollow conviction of his and found none. He shook his head slightly, staring at Casale in disbelief as the words settled unpleasantly in the air between them. He couldn’t ignore the belittling tone of the statement; like caring the way he did was foolish… that letting things keep him up at night was some sort of indulgence he ought to be ashamed of.
And under it all, Jude had to wonder… was Casale saying that should apply to him, too? That Jude’s concerns were wasted on Frank as well?
He opened his mouth to speak, to say… something, anything, but any argument he had ready on his tongue fizzled out the moment Frank curtly reached for his breakfast tray and stationery. He wouldn’t even look in Jude’s direction anymore, as if his word was final and the conversation was now over.
Jude’s gaze dropped to the floor, eyes stinging and threatening to well up. He huffed out an angry breath and turned away from Casale, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.
“Fine,” he said resignedly, digging in his breast pocket to set the pill bottle he’d forgotten earlier down on the nightstand. If Casale was in enough pain, he’d be fine taking them dry for all Jude cared. He faced the man directly again, though Frank was too busy scribbling out a letter to bother looking up at him. “Follow your orders, do whatever, I don’t care–but I won’t let Hollis stoop to your level. You may not want to be around your family, but he’s all I got left.”
With that, Jude turned to leave, accidentally kicking the long-forgotten book Frank was reading earlier out of the way, splaying the pages open. He didn't stop to pick it up or even acknowledge it. He just needed to get out of there. Leave the room and compose himself before he lost control of himself.
Jude noticed how Frank’s posture deflated at his final plea, like a man feeling the brunt of his situation collapsing on top of him. He expected Frank to reject the kill order vehemently, to reassure Jude he had a plan to get out of this dilemma without any further bloodshed.
’Kill the guy? What kind of man do you think I am?’
That’s what Jude hoped he’d say anyway. Because for the life of him, he couldn’t reconcile the version of Frank Casale he’d come to know over the last few days with that of the hardened criminal glowering up at him in his brother’s bed.
The picture Casale painted of the incident at the track made Jude shrink back a little, shoulders tensing. The unwelcome reminder that his brother was almost killed flashed through Jude’s mind, like a splash of ice-cold reality to the face. For all the ways Jude tried to comfort himself with the idea that the man at the Windsor had simply been drunk and dumb and not in his right mind, Frank stripped that possibility away. He didn’t have anything to say to that. What could he say when he knew as well as Frank that, regardless of the circumstances, had saved Hollis’s life?
There are plenty of other men in the world who are more worthy of your tenderhearted concern, Jude… I’m going to kill him because I’ve been told to. If that keeps you awake at night, maybe next time you’ll keep your nose out from where it doesn’t belong. It’d save you from the grief.
Jude searched Frank’s face for any crack in that hollow conviction of his and found none. He shook his head slightly, staring at Casale in disbelief as the words settled unpleasantly in the air between them. He couldn’t ignore the belittling tone of the statement; like caring the way he did was foolish… that letting things keep him up at night was some sort of indulgence he ought to be ashamed of.
And under it all, Jude had to wonder… was Casale saying that should apply to him, too? That Jude’s concerns were wasted on Frank as well?
He opened his mouth to speak, to say… something, anything, but any argument he had ready on his tongue fizzled out the moment Frank curtly reached for his breakfast tray and stationery. He wouldn’t even look in Jude’s direction anymore, as if his word was final and the conversation was now over.
Jude’s gaze dropped to the floor, eyes stinging and threatening to well up. He huffed out an angry breath and turned away from Casale, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.
“Fine,” he said resignedly, digging in his breast pocket to set the pill bottle he’d forgotten earlier down on the nightstand. If Casale was in enough pain, he’d be fine taking them dry for all Jude cared. He faced the man directly again, though Frank was too busy scribbling out a letter to bother looking up at him. “Follow your orders, do whatever, I don’t care–but I won’t let Hollis stoop to your level. You may not want to be around your family, but he’s all I got left.”
With that, Jude turned to leave, accidentally kicking the long-forgotten book Frank was reading earlier out of the way, splaying the pages open. He didn't stop to pick it up or even acknowledge it. He just needed to get out of there. Leave the room and compose himself before he lost control of himself.
Requirements & Availability:
Seeking partners 21+ ONLY.
I work a full-time job and don’t have a set schedule, but you can expect 1-3 RP replies a week, maybe more if I’m really engaged!
I'm no stranger when it comes to writing smut, and I enjoy it quite a bit~ but I tend to lean more 30/70 to 40/60 on the smut/plot scale, depending on the story and characters.
GHOST FRIENDLY. We’re all busy in our lives, and I completely understand the need to step away for one reason or another.
Anyways, that’s all I have for you. Thanks for reading until the end! If you’re at all interested, please feel free to DM me and introduce
yourself!
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