A Milder Fate, Part 1
Author: dancing_salome
Title: A Milder Fate, Part 1
Pairing: Hook/Wendy, implied Hook/Pan
Rating: NC-17
Category: NC, off-stage violence, sex with minors.
Summary: Set a few years after Hook has defeated Peter Pan
A/N: Thanks, yet again, to japanpeterpan I will be forever grateful that she puts up with my awful grammar. Cross-posted at the_nether_land The title is slightly ironic.
I.
In the beginning there is a man and a boy. The man has finally won, and though the boy has his arms chained to the wall with heavy chains, he hasn't fully understood that he has lost yet. He still stands with his legs spread apart, and that cocky smile on his lips. Well, the man knows better, and he is pleased.
"What about the others?" the boy asks, and the man feels inclined to answer. After all, his answer won't be pleasurable for the boy to hear.
"The boys, they will become pirates. They will soon forget you, forget you as if you never existed, and I always need some extra hands. When it comes to Wendy..."
The boy frowns. He doesn't like the way her name rolls in the man's mouth, as if he is tasting it.
"Leave Wendy be!" A pause. "If you leave her be, I wont fight you, I do what you say."
The man smiles. "You know nothing of what I intend to do to her. You wouldn't offer yourself so freely if you did."
"I don't care. Leave her out of it."
The man grabs the boy's hair, yanking his head up so he has to look into the blue eyes that- how peculiar- seem amused more than anything else.
"I promise, Pan, you will regret it. But by all means, I give you my word that I won't harm her, and now you will have to keep yours."
Even though Peter knows that a pirate's word is due only as long as the man doesn't seem fit to break it, he sighs with relief. Hook always seemed to like Wendy, didn't he? Now he will have no reasons to hurt her, none whatsoever, and even if Peter doesn't like Hook's smile one bit, he really doesn't know yet what's in store for him, so for the moment he can bask a little in the glory of nobleness.
II.
Hook always watches.
Sometimes it feels like whatever Wendy is doing, the piercing blue eyes of the Captain are following every step she takes. That's not true, Wendy knows, but even when she is all alone in the cabin, the feeling of being watched remains. That makes her nervous, and then she makes mistakes. Mistakes are always punished. Small mistakes, those are corrected with hard strokes of a rod against her upturned hand. It hurts, and her hands get swollen, but they are infinitely better than what happens when she makes bigger mistakes. Those are metered out on one of the boys, in front of the whole crew.
Hook tells her that it must be so, and as he is the grown-up, he knows best. Wendy knows that the Captain is always right, but she hates the punishments anyway. Even if Hook is considerate and never punishes the same boy twice in a row, Wendy hates it. It's her mistakes that are punished, and so she always has to watch it, with Hook's hand heavy on her shoulder.
Days when she doesn't make any mistakes, and when Hook is in a good mood, are the happy days. Then she is allowed to bring sweets and visits the boys. Wendy knows she is Mother and has to take care of them, but she has so little time to do that. She has to take care of Hook most of the time, but she only feels happy when she goes to the boys.
They all sleep together behind a large door with heavy bolts, and it's in that place that they gather, close to each other. Wendy mends their clothes while the boys munch on their sweets. Like her, they all have to work, and have to work hard. She isn't sure how long they have been on the ship. Perhaps it is forever, but she thinks that she has memories of playing and laughing among high trees, or swimming in a lagoon. Hook has told her that the time for playing is gone now, that it's time to grow up. They do grow, Wendy's clothes are getting quite tight at some places, and the boys grow even faster, she thinks. There is still some time to tell stories though, so Wendy does, cuddling Michael in her lap as she does so.
Outside the boy's sleeping quarter there is a cage. It's large, so large that a man can stand upright in it, but it's a cage nevertheless, and only Hook has the keys. Inside lives a boy and Wendy isn't allowed to speak to him. She gives him sweets though, even if she knows Hook would be very angry if he knew. She even thinks she knows his name, despite being told that he has no name, that he is nothing, and when she is alone she sometimes whispers it, scared that someone might hear her, but doing it nevertheless.
The boy never speaks, and he always has bruises. Wendy is pretty sure that he could speak once. Hook says that she has to hate the boy, that everything Is His Fault, but she doesn't. Not doing what Hook tells her to, makes her feel a little sick, but she is also secretly glad to defy him, even if it's not much. So every time she tells stories she makes sure that the door is open, and that she sits close to it, so the boy can listen too. She knows he does. When she leaves he always looks at her, and though he never smiles, Wendy knows he would do that, if he still could. She wish she could bring him clothes and food, but Hook would notice that. She wishes he weren't so badly bruised all the time, but the only time she talked about that, Hook had John whipped until he fainted.
III.
Wendy often wonders who she is. She has a name, and the rest of the boys have names. But who is she? Not a pirate, not even someone who is going to be a pirate one day. There are no other girls on the ship, but she has seen girls and women in the ports they sometimes come to. It happens when Hook tells her to take on her prettiest dress and follow him ashore. It scares her. Too many people look at her, and the men that Hook sees are even worse. They never do more than look, not since Hook nailed a man's hand to a table after he groped her, but she hates the way they leer at her.
The boys say she is Mother, but Wendy isn't really comfortable with that. It feels like that title really belongs to someone else, but whom Wendy doesn't know. Then there is Whore- that is what the pirates whisper about her when she walk past them. She asked Smee if she was that, but Smee looked horrified and shook his head. He didn't tell her what it meant, though. Eventually she decides that she must be a maid. Quite proud to have it figured out, she tells Hook that one evening, when he is in a good mood, but he just laughs at her. Then he tells her to come and stand by his chair, which worries her, as she doesn't like to be close to him.
For a long time he looks at her under half-closed lids, a peculiar smile on his lips. Wendy wishes he would stop and let her get on with her work, but she knows the rules and stands still without fidgeting. Eventually he speaks.
"You can't be a maid, my dear. You were a gentleman's daughter, and you are destined to be a Lady when you grow up. Menial work doesn't make you a maid, anymore than someone in my crew could ever be a gentleman."
That's a disappointment- Wendy had been glad to find a place for her, and now maid isn't hers apparently. So she speaks back, though she is not in the habit of doing so.
"But I'm not anyone's daughter here, so what am I?"
He looks her over again, before he answers, and Wendy's discomfort only grows. Hook's blue eyes seem to undress her, it is as if her clothes burn up and disappear under his gaze.
"Well then, " he finally says. "Would you like to be my Lady, perhaps?"
"No!"
She answer too quickly, without thinking, and it's the wrong answer, it couldn't have been more wrong. Hook's eyes flash, and his hard hand catches her arm and drags her forward and down, into his lap. The hooked arm embraces her so she can't squirm away and his hand turns up her face, holding her chin so she can't look away.
"No, Wendy? Haven't I taught you never to say no to me?"
Then he bends his head and his lips press against hers, and Wendy knows that this is a Kiss, but she doesn't want it and tries to turn her head away. The hand tightens its grip and Hook breaks the Kiss only to whisper;
"You do as I do, do you understand, girl?" And then he kisses her again, and Wendy doesn't dare to do anything else other than taking it. When his tongue forces its way into her mouth, she opens it, and let him do what he wants. It's a strange feeling, being invaded like that, her mouth being filled with his taste. It's like he is taking over, making her mouth his. She remembers his orders, and she tentatively lets her tongue slip into his, and why does that make her feel even more assaulted? Perhaps because he doesn't stop, the Kiss becomes more and more eager.
Hook lets go of her chin, instead his hand goes down, touching her breasts, and Wendy jumps and wants to get away, but there is no away. He hurts her, his hand kneads and pinches, and when it doesn't hurt, it makes her feel all funny. If she could, she would have begged him to stop, but when he finally stops kissing her, he stops touching her as well. When he looks down at her he doesn't seem angry, but he doesn't look his usual calm either. He breathes hard, but Wendy does as well, and his face looks flustered.
"Tell me," he says. "Should one always keep one's promises?"
Wendy thinks that's a very strange question, but she answers it dutifully. "Of course. That is why they are promises and not just something you say."
He smiles then, and for a moment he looks almost wistful. "But I'm a pirate, can you really expect me to hold my word?"
Wendy doesn't know what to answer and then he abruptly pushes her away. Without saying anything further he leaves the cabin and is gone for a long time. When he comes back he drinks himself into a stupor, and though he doesn't touch her anymore that evening, Wendy is still frightened. She thinks he smells funny, and she doesn't like the expression of his face, which seems to be of equal parts of anger and satisfaction, and she wonders where he went when he left her.
IV.
Hook is bored. That makes him irritable, and hard to please.
He is discontent, despite being as successful as any pirate could hope for. It had been easy to get back to where he belonged, once he had won against Pan. An eternity of anger and frustration has made him even more flourishing than before he had been trapped in Neverland. More riches, and an ever-growing reputation for his ferocity and cruelty, yet Captain Hook is bored.
Pan doesn't amuse him anymore. The boy just goes limp at the sight of him. Nothing Hook does can shake Pan out of it, and Hook thinks Pan might be so far gone now that he will never go back to normal again, even if Hook left him in peace. Hook feels a slight regret when he thinks about that. Too angry, too intent to do damage, and he has succeeded better than he had thought. He can't even remember when the boy stopped speaking. Was it before or after Pan's eyes stopped fighting him, even if his body obeyed? Hook isn't certain. Perhaps he should be killed, but Hook can't really bring himself to do it.
He has very little interest in the other boys, their usefulness lies in being able to work, but mostly as a very effective way of ensuring Wendy's obedience. Not that that's a problem anymore. It was in the beginning, when she could still remember who she was, and she was surly and rebellious. But leaving Neverland also means leaving something behind you, at least for a child, and as dreams, her memories became clouded, and in lack of reminders, they started to fade away.
For a time it amused him to see her lose herself. Her confusion and ignorance gives him pleasure, but it hasn't had the result he expected. He had been sure that she would turn to him to find an anchor in the world, but she has not. It's clear that she doesn't like him, and that she does her best to stay out of his way.
It affronts Hook that Wendy isn't smitten by him. Is he not a handsome man, far surpassing any other she ever sees? His mirror tells him he is, and whenever he gets ashore, he is met by admiration from any female he meets, but never from Wendy. Most of the time she looks at him with indifference. If there is ever any feeling to be seen in her eyes, it is either fear, which he doesn't mind, or dislike, which irritates him.
The belief is, and Hook has done nothing to dissuade it, that the girl has warmed his bed since he got hold of her. She is comely and Hook guards her with jealousy. Only Smee knows the truth, but he is a loyal man. It was never Hook's intention to let the girl go untouched, but he had counted on her coming to him willingly. That would have rendered his promise to Pan null and void, but time passes, years even, and Hook's patience is wearing thin.
Has he not treated her well? Her work isn't hard, she gets plenty of time to rest. He has seen to fit her with good clothes, and good food, and he hasn't hurt her- not much anyway. She has everything to thank him for- her life, and her well-being, but he sees precious little of any gratitude. She would provide entertainment, he is sure, but the promise to Pan nags at him, and so far she has gone free.
Wendy is changing, and it's getting harder to ignore the swell of her breasts, and how her hips sway in a way that says that childhood is almost over. It is Hook's right. What is a promise worth, anyway, when Pan is little more than a breathing shell of a boy these days. Hook has decided. She is his, her life belongs to him. She tempts him when she walks through the cabin, and it isn't enough anymore to make her submit to his kisses. He wants the rest of her- he wants everything. He needs some kind of reaction, be it smiles or tears, instead of a limp body that lies like a ragdoll, whatever he does. He wants someone who isn't broken.
To be continued
Title: A Milder Fate, Part 1
Pairing: Hook/Wendy, implied Hook/Pan
Rating: NC-17
Category: NC, off-stage violence, sex with minors.
Summary: Set a few years after Hook has defeated Peter Pan
A/N: Thanks, yet again, to japanpeterpan I will be forever grateful that she puts up with my awful grammar. Cross-posted at the_nether_land The title is slightly ironic.
I.
In the beginning there is a man and a boy. The man has finally won, and though the boy has his arms chained to the wall with heavy chains, he hasn't fully understood that he has lost yet. He still stands with his legs spread apart, and that cocky smile on his lips. Well, the man knows better, and he is pleased.
"What about the others?" the boy asks, and the man feels inclined to answer. After all, his answer won't be pleasurable for the boy to hear.
"The boys, they will become pirates. They will soon forget you, forget you as if you never existed, and I always need some extra hands. When it comes to Wendy..."
The boy frowns. He doesn't like the way her name rolls in the man's mouth, as if he is tasting it.
"Leave Wendy be!" A pause. "If you leave her be, I wont fight you, I do what you say."
The man smiles. "You know nothing of what I intend to do to her. You wouldn't offer yourself so freely if you did."
"I don't care. Leave her out of it."
The man grabs the boy's hair, yanking his head up so he has to look into the blue eyes that- how peculiar- seem amused more than anything else.
"I promise, Pan, you will regret it. But by all means, I give you my word that I won't harm her, and now you will have to keep yours."
Even though Peter knows that a pirate's word is due only as long as the man doesn't seem fit to break it, he sighs with relief. Hook always seemed to like Wendy, didn't he? Now he will have no reasons to hurt her, none whatsoever, and even if Peter doesn't like Hook's smile one bit, he really doesn't know yet what's in store for him, so for the moment he can bask a little in the glory of nobleness.
II.
Hook always watches.
Sometimes it feels like whatever Wendy is doing, the piercing blue eyes of the Captain are following every step she takes. That's not true, Wendy knows, but even when she is all alone in the cabin, the feeling of being watched remains. That makes her nervous, and then she makes mistakes. Mistakes are always punished. Small mistakes, those are corrected with hard strokes of a rod against her upturned hand. It hurts, and her hands get swollen, but they are infinitely better than what happens when she makes bigger mistakes. Those are metered out on one of the boys, in front of the whole crew.
Hook tells her that it must be so, and as he is the grown-up, he knows best. Wendy knows that the Captain is always right, but she hates the punishments anyway. Even if Hook is considerate and never punishes the same boy twice in a row, Wendy hates it. It's her mistakes that are punished, and so she always has to watch it, with Hook's hand heavy on her shoulder.
Days when she doesn't make any mistakes, and when Hook is in a good mood, are the happy days. Then she is allowed to bring sweets and visits the boys. Wendy knows she is Mother and has to take care of them, but she has so little time to do that. She has to take care of Hook most of the time, but she only feels happy when she goes to the boys.
They all sleep together behind a large door with heavy bolts, and it's in that place that they gather, close to each other. Wendy mends their clothes while the boys munch on their sweets. Like her, they all have to work, and have to work hard. She isn't sure how long they have been on the ship. Perhaps it is forever, but she thinks that she has memories of playing and laughing among high trees, or swimming in a lagoon. Hook has told her that the time for playing is gone now, that it's time to grow up. They do grow, Wendy's clothes are getting quite tight at some places, and the boys grow even faster, she thinks. There is still some time to tell stories though, so Wendy does, cuddling Michael in her lap as she does so.
Outside the boy's sleeping quarter there is a cage. It's large, so large that a man can stand upright in it, but it's a cage nevertheless, and only Hook has the keys. Inside lives a boy and Wendy isn't allowed to speak to him. She gives him sweets though, even if she knows Hook would be very angry if he knew. She even thinks she knows his name, despite being told that he has no name, that he is nothing, and when she is alone she sometimes whispers it, scared that someone might hear her, but doing it nevertheless.
The boy never speaks, and he always has bruises. Wendy is pretty sure that he could speak once. Hook says that she has to hate the boy, that everything Is His Fault, but she doesn't. Not doing what Hook tells her to, makes her feel a little sick, but she is also secretly glad to defy him, even if it's not much. So every time she tells stories she makes sure that the door is open, and that she sits close to it, so the boy can listen too. She knows he does. When she leaves he always looks at her, and though he never smiles, Wendy knows he would do that, if he still could. She wish she could bring him clothes and food, but Hook would notice that. She wishes he weren't so badly bruised all the time, but the only time she talked about that, Hook had John whipped until he fainted.
III.
Wendy often wonders who she is. She has a name, and the rest of the boys have names. But who is she? Not a pirate, not even someone who is going to be a pirate one day. There are no other girls on the ship, but she has seen girls and women in the ports they sometimes come to. It happens when Hook tells her to take on her prettiest dress and follow him ashore. It scares her. Too many people look at her, and the men that Hook sees are even worse. They never do more than look, not since Hook nailed a man's hand to a table after he groped her, but she hates the way they leer at her.
The boys say she is Mother, but Wendy isn't really comfortable with that. It feels like that title really belongs to someone else, but whom Wendy doesn't know. Then there is Whore- that is what the pirates whisper about her when she walk past them. She asked Smee if she was that, but Smee looked horrified and shook his head. He didn't tell her what it meant, though. Eventually she decides that she must be a maid. Quite proud to have it figured out, she tells Hook that one evening, when he is in a good mood, but he just laughs at her. Then he tells her to come and stand by his chair, which worries her, as she doesn't like to be close to him.
For a long time he looks at her under half-closed lids, a peculiar smile on his lips. Wendy wishes he would stop and let her get on with her work, but she knows the rules and stands still without fidgeting. Eventually he speaks.
"You can't be a maid, my dear. You were a gentleman's daughter, and you are destined to be a Lady when you grow up. Menial work doesn't make you a maid, anymore than someone in my crew could ever be a gentleman."
That's a disappointment- Wendy had been glad to find a place for her, and now maid isn't hers apparently. So she speaks back, though she is not in the habit of doing so.
"But I'm not anyone's daughter here, so what am I?"
He looks her over again, before he answers, and Wendy's discomfort only grows. Hook's blue eyes seem to undress her, it is as if her clothes burn up and disappear under his gaze.
"Well then, " he finally says. "Would you like to be my Lady, perhaps?"
"No!"
She answer too quickly, without thinking, and it's the wrong answer, it couldn't have been more wrong. Hook's eyes flash, and his hard hand catches her arm and drags her forward and down, into his lap. The hooked arm embraces her so she can't squirm away and his hand turns up her face, holding her chin so she can't look away.
"No, Wendy? Haven't I taught you never to say no to me?"
Then he bends his head and his lips press against hers, and Wendy knows that this is a Kiss, but she doesn't want it and tries to turn her head away. The hand tightens its grip and Hook breaks the Kiss only to whisper;
"You do as I do, do you understand, girl?" And then he kisses her again, and Wendy doesn't dare to do anything else other than taking it. When his tongue forces its way into her mouth, she opens it, and let him do what he wants. It's a strange feeling, being invaded like that, her mouth being filled with his taste. It's like he is taking over, making her mouth his. She remembers his orders, and she tentatively lets her tongue slip into his, and why does that make her feel even more assaulted? Perhaps because he doesn't stop, the Kiss becomes more and more eager.
Hook lets go of her chin, instead his hand goes down, touching her breasts, and Wendy jumps and wants to get away, but there is no away. He hurts her, his hand kneads and pinches, and when it doesn't hurt, it makes her feel all funny. If she could, she would have begged him to stop, but when he finally stops kissing her, he stops touching her as well. When he looks down at her he doesn't seem angry, but he doesn't look his usual calm either. He breathes hard, but Wendy does as well, and his face looks flustered.
"Tell me," he says. "Should one always keep one's promises?"
Wendy thinks that's a very strange question, but she answers it dutifully. "Of course. That is why they are promises and not just something you say."
He smiles then, and for a moment he looks almost wistful. "But I'm a pirate, can you really expect me to hold my word?"
Wendy doesn't know what to answer and then he abruptly pushes her away. Without saying anything further he leaves the cabin and is gone for a long time. When he comes back he drinks himself into a stupor, and though he doesn't touch her anymore that evening, Wendy is still frightened. She thinks he smells funny, and she doesn't like the expression of his face, which seems to be of equal parts of anger and satisfaction, and she wonders where he went when he left her.
IV.
Hook is bored. That makes him irritable, and hard to please.
He is discontent, despite being as successful as any pirate could hope for. It had been easy to get back to where he belonged, once he had won against Pan. An eternity of anger and frustration has made him even more flourishing than before he had been trapped in Neverland. More riches, and an ever-growing reputation for his ferocity and cruelty, yet Captain Hook is bored.
Pan doesn't amuse him anymore. The boy just goes limp at the sight of him. Nothing Hook does can shake Pan out of it, and Hook thinks Pan might be so far gone now that he will never go back to normal again, even if Hook left him in peace. Hook feels a slight regret when he thinks about that. Too angry, too intent to do damage, and he has succeeded better than he had thought. He can't even remember when the boy stopped speaking. Was it before or after Pan's eyes stopped fighting him, even if his body obeyed? Hook isn't certain. Perhaps he should be killed, but Hook can't really bring himself to do it.
He has very little interest in the other boys, their usefulness lies in being able to work, but mostly as a very effective way of ensuring Wendy's obedience. Not that that's a problem anymore. It was in the beginning, when she could still remember who she was, and she was surly and rebellious. But leaving Neverland also means leaving something behind you, at least for a child, and as dreams, her memories became clouded, and in lack of reminders, they started to fade away.
For a time it amused him to see her lose herself. Her confusion and ignorance gives him pleasure, but it hasn't had the result he expected. He had been sure that she would turn to him to find an anchor in the world, but she has not. It's clear that she doesn't like him, and that she does her best to stay out of his way.
It affronts Hook that Wendy isn't smitten by him. Is he not a handsome man, far surpassing any other she ever sees? His mirror tells him he is, and whenever he gets ashore, he is met by admiration from any female he meets, but never from Wendy. Most of the time she looks at him with indifference. If there is ever any feeling to be seen in her eyes, it is either fear, which he doesn't mind, or dislike, which irritates him.
The belief is, and Hook has done nothing to dissuade it, that the girl has warmed his bed since he got hold of her. She is comely and Hook guards her with jealousy. Only Smee knows the truth, but he is a loyal man. It was never Hook's intention to let the girl go untouched, but he had counted on her coming to him willingly. That would have rendered his promise to Pan null and void, but time passes, years even, and Hook's patience is wearing thin.
Has he not treated her well? Her work isn't hard, she gets plenty of time to rest. He has seen to fit her with good clothes, and good food, and he hasn't hurt her- not much anyway. She has everything to thank him for- her life, and her well-being, but he sees precious little of any gratitude. She would provide entertainment, he is sure, but the promise to Pan nags at him, and so far she has gone free.
Wendy is changing, and it's getting harder to ignore the swell of her breasts, and how her hips sway in a way that says that childhood is almost over. It is Hook's right. What is a promise worth, anyway, when Pan is little more than a breathing shell of a boy these days. Hook has decided. She is his, her life belongs to him. She tempts him when she walks through the cabin, and it isn't enough anymore to make her submit to his kisses. He wants the rest of her- he wants everything. He needs some kind of reaction, be it smiles or tears, instead of a limp body that lies like a ragdoll, whatever he does. He wants someone who isn't broken.
To be continued