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but my jolly sailor bold

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To Catch A Little Darling

fromtheprecipiceofchildhood:

captainhookofneverland:

When at last she stirred, the thin, sensual line of Hooks’ lips became a full-bodied, callous smirk. Her shock at seeing him was a mountainous difference to his reaction upon seeing her grown, and so he was gratified and able to collect his confidence. In the face of her fear and uncertainty, Hook felt like a king, much more so than he had felt in a long while. For a time, being Captain had been enough in his unquenchable thirst for power and control. But ever since Pan…well, having a worthy enemy was no longer something Hook needed. He needed Pan dead so he could reinforce his identity as the most victorious entity in Neverland. His existence could no longer be tolerated. And Wendy would play the perfect pawn in helping to meet his ends.

"Oh I assure you, dear girl, it is quite possible,” he drawled, hook settling comfortably upon the hilt of his sword as he jutted his hip to the side. “Resolve any notions that you may be dreaming,” he said as he took a slow step towards her, “for this is very, very real.”

He crouched down to her level, drawing his sword sharply so that it made a hideously violent sound and held it just beneath her quivering chin. “I have very special plans in mind for you, Miss Wendy Darling.” He appraised her once more, aware her eyes were upon him and enjoying that she could watch him as he visibly surveyed her and appreciated what he saw. “You see, things haven’t changed so much since you left Neverland. The problem is, however, that they need to. And you’re going to help me.” 

     Everything was spinning a bit and her head was throbbing. Everything was moving too fast, too many shocks at once. Here she was, on the floor in her nightgown, head throbbing and Hook was standing above her. Captain Hook from her childhood. The one she’d been entranced by, had tried to kill her and ended up goading to, what she thought, was his death. She’d have thought that this was just another one of her numerous dreams she’d had that included him but the pounding in her head was telling her that this was, as he said, “very very real.” 

     As soon as he began to advance on her, Wendy went to move back, but before she could, he was crouched in front of her and there was the cold steel of his sword at her throat. She froze immediately under it’s touch, her breath catching. There was a mix of emotion in the young woman’s eyes: anger, fear, bewilderment, but, as always, bravery. She was, after all, still Wendy Moira Angela Darling and Wendy Moira Angela Darling was always brave. 

     Ignoring the fact that this shouldn’t be happening and assuming that her dream of Neverland had actually happened when she was twelve, Hook shouldn’t be alive standing here right now with a sword to her neck. She’d seen him swallowed by the crocodile. She’d chanted to it. Cautiously, she put a hand up and gently pushed the sword away with her finger. “I thought you were dead,” she challenged a bit, the bravado of her childhood returning, as if Neverland itself were evoking it from her. 

Hook was wholly unfazed when the girl pushed the sword away with her finger, but he did give her some credit for having the gumption to try such a feat. It swung back silently, as if on a hinge that was predisposed to hang just about the region of her jugular. “Alas,” he said, mocking, “the beast did not have the stomach for me.” He smiled a horrible smile and said, “And now, it seems, he does not have the stomach for anything, at all.”

With a quick motion, he straightened up, sheathing his sword and looking down at the girl in lofty thoughtfulness. “Well now, Wendy,” said the pirate, “Just what. Shall. I. Do. With You?” He punctuated each slowly-drawn word with a step around her, drawing a neat half-moon around the listless Wendy. “Should I release you to the whims of the mermaids? Hmm?” He watched her expression, to see if some fit of fear might traipse across that pretty countenance. “Or, perhaps, let you walk the plank and try your chances at swimming to shore?” He paused, narrowing his eyes in contemplation. 

"No," he said with relish, enjoying this little game of his. "I am merciful, after all. I’ll tell you what, Wendy Darling. How’s about this: I’ll keep you aboard my Jolly vessel, so long as you be a good little girl and do exactly. As. I. Say." He tilted his head to the side. "What say you to that?"



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To Catch A Little Darling

fromtheprecipiceofchildhood:

captainhookofneverland:

He hadn’t watched them actually take the girl - he hadn’t needed to. For all of their follies, they were a fine crew, and he was glad to be the captain to such ilk. He could say so even for Smee.

With the brightness of the full moon coloring his dark mane lilac and cerulean, he stood above the proceedings, watching from his perch on the bridge. While all was commotion on deck, Hook watched with a near-neutral expression as the girl, indistinct save for a mass of red hair and a billowing white nightgown, was carted off to the bilge. It was there he would keep her until he decided how to best tempt Pan. The lovely, and in this case only, lucky thing about Neverland was that news traveled quickly. His fairy, a mermaid or some such boy of Pan’s would find out about Wendy Darling being in Neverland, and once word traveled, Pan would coming racing. Racing, of course, to his own demise. 

He followed the crew as they launched down into the deepest recesses of the ship, chattering excitedly about how Wendy, their resident storyteller, was finally in their midst once more. Hook was ready to remind them that she was not there for storytelling, but decided against it. His vendetta wasn’t exactly theirs, and while they were all out for a bit of adventure, he was sure they probably weren’t all too thrilled that he was once again seeking out Peter Pan. Still, it didn’t matter. Hook did it with or without their approval. He was captain, after all, and it was his way or the plank.

They were all crowded around, wondering what to do about the unconscious girl when Hook finally hissed out a quick, “Leave us.” They complied, tripping over each other to get out. When they were gone, and Hook was able to draw nearer, he used the intimacy of the moment to brush away the hair that had fallen across her face. What he saw astonished him, and caused his stomach to sink. This was no girl they had taken - this was nearly a woman! Thinner features, a wittier yet no less full mouth, and as his eyes traveled, he noticed what he had not observed before. Most certainly a woman. Unconsciously, he bit his lip, unaware of his actions yet all too aware that the Darling girl was no child any longer. And, if were at all possible, had only grown in beauty. Smirking to himself, he let his eyes draw over the sleeping girl, letting his mind run rampant with what lovely things her chaste gown concealed.

     Wendy had been knocked cold and she remained entirely so as the ship sailed gracefully back to Neverland, entirely unaware of her surroundings. It had been too easy for the pirates to take her and, were she conscious, that fact would mortify her. Were she awake, she would have made a note to make sure to never sleep with her window open ever again. Not that she knew her mother had come in and closed it, but knowing Hook and his men, that probably had barely even made a dent in their plans. 

     Unknowing of the time that had passed, finally Wendy began to stir. The first thing that came to her attention was the throbbing pain her temple, a soft pained sound falling from her lips. Still haf-out of it, she put a hand to her temple. It was tender. The butt of an old rifle will certainly do that. Slowly but steadily, awareness began to return to her and her eyes opened. To her fear and surprise, what met her gaze was not the sights of her room at her parents. It was dark and gloomy combined with cold and damp…. Certainly not welcoming. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but there wasn’t much farther they could consider they’d already been knit together in pain. Slowly she turned her head to survey her surroundings. But as her blue eyes raked up from her spot on the floor, a gasp escaped her. “Impossible..” she breathed as the girl stared at the face of the man in her dream. The name quickly and easily floated to the surface of her mind. Captain Hook.

     The years had been kind to Wendy. Very kind. Her hair had lengthened and reddened, the her hair growing down past her shoulders and taking on a bit more curl to them that were slightly frizzy from sleep. She’s grown tall and her body had filled out into a womanly figure. Many of the boys had already started chasing her. 

     Thoughts raced through the young woman’s aching head. This was impossible. She had to be dreaming. A very very real dream. Like the one she’d had when she was just a young girl. It was the room that had done it. It had brought back all the old memories of telling the boys of the fantastic stories of Peter Pan and Neverland. It had brought all back to her. Because this.. this could not be real… 

When at last she stirred, the thin, sensual line of Hooks’ lips became a full-bodied, callous smirk. Her shock at seeing him was a mountainous difference to his reaction upon seeing her grown, and so he was gratified and able to collect his confidence. In the face of her fear and uncertainty, Hook felt like a king, much more so than he had felt in a long while. For a time, being Captain had been enough in his unquenchable thirst for power and control. But ever since Pan…well, having a worthy enemy was no longer something Hook needed. He needed Pan dead so he could reinforce his identity as the most victorious entity in Neverland. His existence could no longer be tolerated. And Wendy would play the perfect pawn in helping to meet his ends.

"Oh I assure you, dear girl, it is quite possible,” he drawled, hook settling comfortably upon the hilt of his sword as he jutted his hip to the side. “Resolve any notions that you may be dreaming,” he said as he took a slow step towards her, “for this is very, very real.”

He crouched down to her level, drawing his sword sharply so that it made a hideously violent sound and held it just beneath her quivering chin. “I have very special plans in mind for you, Miss Wendy Darling.” He appraised her once more, aware her eyes were upon him and enjoying that she could watch him as he visibly surveyed her and appreciated what he saw. “You see, things haven’t changed so much since you left Neverland. The problem is, however, that they need to. And you’re going to help me.” 



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Wendy Darling x Captain Hook (requested by deathlyhalfbloodprince)

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Wendy, tired of London life, cannot believe her eyes when she spots the Jolly Roger docked on the Thames.  Using her wit, and her gun, she persuades Hook to take her back to Neverland with him; not for Peter, but to seek the fortune she’s sure the tales she read growing up are concealing.



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gypsyette:

His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not.

gypsyette:

His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not.

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“I'll have him this time…”

I'll have him this time…”



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A Dream in a Dream in Neverland: To Catch A Little Darling →

captainhookofneverland:

He wasn’t what one would call an ‘impatient man’ - on the contrary, the good Captain had waited a good long time for this. Of course, the minutes seemed like hours and the hours like decades when one was plotting revenge on a foe. His hand had been bad enough, but…

He hadn’t watched them actually take the girl - he hadn’t needed to. For all of their follies, they were a fine crew, and he was glad to be the captain to such ilk. He could say so even for Smee.

With the brightness of the full moon coloring his dark mane lilac and cerulean, he stood above the proceedings, watching from his perch on the bridge. While all was commotion on deck, Hook watched with a near-neutral expression as the girl, indistinct save for a mass of red hair and a billowing white nightgown, was carted off to the bilge. It was there he would keep her until he decided how to best tempt Pan. The lovely, and in this case only, lucky thing about Neverland was that news traveled quickly. His fairy, a mermaid or some such boy of Pan’s would find out about Wendy Darling being in Neverland, and once word traveled, Pan would coming racing. Racing, of course, to his own demise. 

He followed the crew as they launched down into the deepest recesses of the ship, chattering excitedly about how Wendy, their resident storyteller, was finally in their midst once more. Hook was ready to remind them that she was not there for storytelling, but decided against it. His vendetta wasn’t exactly theirs, and while they were all out for a bit of adventure, he was sure they probably weren’t all too thrilled that he was once again seeking out Peter Pan. Still, it didn’t matter. Hook did it with or without their approval. He was captain, after all, and it was his way or the plank.

They were all crowded around, wondering what to do about the unconscious girl when Hook finally hissed out a quick, “Leave us.” They complied, tripping over each other to get out. When they were gone, and Hook was able to draw nearer, he used the intimacy of the moment to brush away the hair that had fallen across her face. What he saw astonished him, and caused his stomach to sink. This was no girl they had taken - this was nearly a woman! Thinner features, a wittier yet no less full mouth, and as his eyes traveled, he noticed what he had not observed before. Most certainly a woman. Unconsciously, he bit his lip, unaware of his actions yet all too aware that the Darling girl was no child any longer. And, if were at all possible, had only grown in beauty. Smirking to himself, he let his eyes draw over the sleeping girl, letting his mind run rampant with what lovely things her chaste gown concealed.



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