Of Neverland, Lost Boys and Cannonballs (CaptainHook!Blaine/PeterPan!Kurt AU)
Title: Of Neverland, Lost Boys and Cannonballs (CaptainHook!Blaine/PeterPan!Kurt AU)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~4,000
Warnings: No spoilers. Minor character death. Teeny bit graphic at one part. Slight bit of angst.
Summary: Blaine didn't really have much joy in his life any more. He would rise, wake the crew and they would sail all day. Shoot a couple of cannons, eat a few meals and that was about it. There really wasn't much to do in Neverland as a pirate, after all. He wanted more than anything to just go to land and hide away there. But it wasn't the pirate thing to do and Captain Hook was no land lubber. However, it very much happened to be one of those mornings where the routine would break and that piece of joy would appear. And once again, it was all down to one boy... Peter Pan.
Author's Note: Some March hiatus madness for you, Tumblr! Started writing this at the beginning of the month, though I would finish it! Did I honestly write this? I quite like this. Didn't overly turn out how I want it to but yeah. Might carry this on with a sequel or as a 'verse if any is interested! But yeah. Anyway. Blaine is Captain Hook, yeah. But Blaine looking and a milder version of Hook's clothes. So minus the huge hair and the facial hair. 'Peter Pan' can grow up in this. This is pretty much based on the Disney version as I haven't watched other versions and Hook scared me as a kid. The Other Land is Earth, if you will. And Mister Smythe is a dedication to Mister Smee and it's pretty obvious who this Mister Smythe is haha (this is the only time he's mentioned okay, if you're not interested in Sebastian.) Anyway, enjoy! And let me know what you think :)
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Captain Anderson had only been running the ship for a small number of years, yet he knew her wooden exterior, the deck, the rigging, the sails inch by inch. He read her like a map, knew her like the back of his hand, understand her like she and he were the same. He knew how she handled each wave, each creak and clank and boom dragging him back to his childhood.
He'd always been upon this ship, ever since a young lad when his dad held the position that he were in now. He was the original Captain Anderson, who the crew adore, who could chatter away to the gulls that swooped and soared around the sails and who knew every single inch of Never Land. His father had been a fantastic captain.
He had died when the now Captain Anderson (who was also known as Blaine) was quite young, dragged from the deck of his beloved ship by the jaws of a crocodile. Blaine had witnessed every second of it, from the crashing of the waves that projected the crocodile on the ship’s deck, to the way that he'd clamped his jaws around his father's upper body who had been too late to react and beat the beast away, right down to the tearing off of his own left hand as he tried to pull his father away. The crocodile at least made fast work of tearing his father apart, staining the waves red that beat against the body of the ship. The rest of the crew mates helped to clean the stub where Blaine's hand had been and stitched it up before any infection could set in up the rest of his arm and body. They managed to save Blaine's arm, even if no one could have saved his father.
They called him Hook, from then on, due to the curved, silver hook that now sat attached to the end of his wrist that he polished each night before he clambered into bed in the captain's quarters. He was still only young, sitting around in his just-past-midway teens, but the crew treated him to be so much older. He felt much older. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like a teenager, he couldn't even recall a time when he had the chance to act like a child those years before his father died. You had to be tough aboard a pirate's ship. Otherwise, you would get nowhere. Your bones would just be left upon an empty plate after the crew had finished with you.
It was just... lonely. Blaine missed the days when the crew would chatter to him and let him help as he learned the ropes. They were always friendly to him, giving him extra servings at dinner even when the food was sparse and it really did feel like home. Since his dad died, he had felt like his world had fallen apart. The crew were less friendly, seeing as they now worked for Blaine and saw him as just their boss. The only time he would really talk to them was giving them an order... that was about it. He had truly become to hate it on the ship, becoming bitterer and bitterer by the day. It wasn't really a surprise to him that the crew didn't talk to him anymore. The only one that did pay some attention to him, Mister Smythe, creeped him out a little and Blaine tried to avoid him as much as possible. He was near his age, a son of one of the crew mates, and he was a little too touchy feeling for Blaine’s liking, anyway.
Blaine didn't really have much joy in his life any more. He would rise, wake the crew and they would sail all day. Shoot a couple of cannons, eat a few meals and that was about it. There really wasn't much to do in Neverland as a pirate, after all. He wanted more than anything to just go to land and hide away there. But it wasn't the pirate thing to do and Captain Hook was no land lubber.
However, it very much happened to be one of those mornings where the routine would break and that piece of joy would appear. And once again, it was all down to one boy.
None of the crew knew that their captain was gay. And Blaine never saw it as their business to know so, anyway. He had come out to his dad mere weeks before he died, the memory of his dad's face as he told Blaine 'that doesn't matter to me. I don't care who you love... as long as you're happy' was still engraved on the back of his mind. The memory still created a warm feeling at the pit of his stomach and a prickling at the back of his eyes.
Anyway, he jolted awake that morning from a loud ‘cacaw!’ outside his bedroom window. It was very distinctive in a way that sent a jolt through his stomach; he knew that it came from no bird but something as equally beautiful and graceful as it too soared through the blue crystal skies of Neverland.
As quick as lightning, Blaine stumbled out of bed and pulled on the clothes that lay over his chair by the bed. He strapped on his hook quickly, adjusting it so it sat right before tugging on his hat and dashing out onto the deck. He was the first one up, the crew below the deck in their hammocks as the sun had yet to truly rise. Blaine spun around on the spot, trying to capture a glimpse of green, red and pale white. It had been a while since his ‘friend’ had visited and God, had Blaine missed him. But the twist of the plot was... they’d never actually spoken before.
“Hey! Up here!” a melodic voice called from up above. Blaine’s head whipped round to spot a boy sat upon the mast, a tight-clad leg crossed over the other as he spun a small sword between his fingers. They made eye contact, a mischievous smile playing across the boy’s pale lips. Blaine guessed him to be within the same age range as him. He was taller, no doubt, but Blaine had always somewhat lacked in the height department. He never cared; although it didn’t give him much towering advantage on the rare advantage he had a clash with a shipmate.
They always ended up walking the plank anyway.
The two boys (because that was what Blaine was after all, regardless of his title: a boy. Not a man) just stood staring up at each other. After a full minute of silence as the wind tugged at the lapels of Blaine’s coat, he titled his head very slightly to the right. Almost straight away after, the boy returned it with a slight wink, which could have easily passed as a trick of the light by an untrained eye, a glimmer of sun that had just broken over the horizon... but after that moment, mayhem erupted. The green clad boy pushed himself from the mast and soared into the sky as Blaine ran to the bell and rang it with all his might, calling to his crew below the decks.
“Wake up, ya scurvy lot! Peter Pan sighted! All hands on deck and man the cannons!” Blaine shrieked before dashing behind the ship’s wheel, pulling out his father’s battered golden telescope. He spotted the auburn haired boy (Peter Pan) lounging on a cloud above and to the right of the ship. He lay there casually as if he weighed nothing, his long slender fingers picking at the cotton candy like surface. Peter Pan balanced the shredded cloud on the palm of his hand before blowing it away, the cloud floating apart like parts of a dandelion clock and dissolving in the crystal sky.
The crew charged onto the deck in the meanwhile, armed with swords and already lugging cannonballs over to the cannons at the side of the ship. They were well practiced when it came to Peter Pan. He had once been a regular visitor upon the ship, causing mischief and trouble and chaos. He’d been dropping by every once in a while since Blaine had been a boy. Peter had been young too then, his frame slightly smaller than Blaine’s. The two boys had grown together and Blaine always found it a shame that they hadn’t really spoken before... because Blaine would certainly be lying if he said he hadn’t fallen in love with him more and more with every visit.
Blaine knew that Peter Pan was lonely too. Sure, he lived with his rumoured, infamous Lost Boys but it was known fact that Peter longed for a mother or someone to love him... but heck, Blaine would give him all the love he could ever need. Yep, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t have a crush on (read: a strong love for) the boy. He always had done. Maybe it was the mysteriousness that surrounded Peter. Maybe it was the thrill of liking someone he shouldn’t. Or just maybe it was because of his soft-looking porcelain coloured skin, his brown-almost-reddish hair a stark contrast, his legs lean beneath the lush green tights. He was pretty beautiful, Blaine thought as he gazed up at him upon the cloud.
The first cannon fired a split-second after Peter Pan launched himself gracefully from the cloud, easily missing the ball. The boy faked an over-exaggerated yawn and turned back to his cloud to settle safely back down, his yawn dropping to a puppy dog pout as he looked at the large hole that had been shot into his once resting place.
Instead, Peter landed gently on the railing on the Crow’s Nest atop the mast, his balance absolutely perfect and impeccable. He gazed down at Blaine with his hands on his hips, smirk fixed firmly across his plush, pink, gorgeous lips... and oh God, stop it, Blaine! STOP IT!
He stood upon the deck, watching as his men began to climb the rigging, intent on reaching the mocking boy above them. They clambered in haste, their faces red with exertion and rage. They were fed up of this boy, wanted him gone. From the ship, the area, Neverland altogether.
Blaine wondered what they would do if they ever found out that this was all a game between himself and Peter.
It was something that they had mutually decided since they were kids. Blaine was always bored upon the ship and whenever Peter Pan arrived, it made the day more fun and enjoyable. They learnt to communicate via subtle nods and tilts of the head and would wreak havoc together throughout the long, boring days.
Suddenly, Peter Pan soared down from his resting place upon the Crow’s Nest, one hand outstretched to run down the smooth sails on his way down. He landed neatly, directly in front of Blaine. They looked at each other for a few long seconds, before more cannonballs were launched in Peter’s direction. Quirking his eyebrows with a gentle smile, Peter Pan pushed himself away from the deck and glided through the air, throwing the sword that he had be twirling between his fingers earlier at a cluster of Blaine’s men. They scattered like bowling pins, the scene so comical that it made Peter chuckle. The crewmates clambered to their feet to reach for more cannonballs but the brown haired boy flew out of harm’s way and decided enough was enough. He soared around the ship a couple of times, confusing the men upon the deck as they twisted this way and that to watch the boy, before he glided through a clump of clouds that lingered above the boat.
And with that, he was gone.
As the rest of the crewmates calmed down, still chattering animatedly about what happened and how they would like to wrap their hands around that boy’s throat as they carried away the rest of their cannonballs, Blaine tried not to look too disappointed. It had been such a long time since Peter had visited and it had finished far too quickly for his likely... the feeling of sadness settled once again at the pit of his stomach as he slinked away to his Captain’s quarters without the rest of the crew noticing.
He shut the oak doors with a heavy sigh, resting his head against the surface with a dull thunk!. His hand and hook grappled at the wood for a moment before he froze at the sound of a slight cough. Spinning on the spot, Blaine spotted the lithe, flying boy sat upon the sill of his open window, one leg swinging outside above the crashing waves, the other bent at the knee and planted firmly on the flat sill. From this angle, with the sunshine lighting him from the back, his hair definitely had some red in it, Blaine decided.
“Peter...” Blaine breathed, his feet firmly stuck to the ground. His head screamed at him to move closer, to be near the boy before he flew away like all of the other times. By his body wouldn’t comply, his legs feeling stiff, heavy and leaden.
Peter Pan let out a short laugh, grinning so much that his teeth showed between his lips. “My name’s not Peter!”
The Captain just looked at him, dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape. What on Earth was he talking about? Of course he’s Peter!
“What?”
“I said,” not-Peter laughed again, smile growing wider. “My name’s not Peter. I don’t know where you all got that from. You shouldn’t listen to every story you hear on the grapevine. My name’s Kurt.”
“Kurt?” his brain still wasn’t processing much, his mouth still hanging open. He was aware that he must look like some sort of ridiculous fish but his body seemed to have stopped functioning correctly since being in such close proximity of this boy.
“Yes. Kurt,” amusement coloured Kurt’s voice as he rose from the sill and landed slowly and daintily on the tips of his toes. “Although the ‘pan’ part always made me laugh... how do you people come up with this stuff?!” As he walked closer to him, Blaine’s legs begun to shake, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he gulped heavily. He couldn’t handle his boy. Those lean legs, the soft lips, the long fingers... Blaine wanted to pull Kurt to his body, to hug him tight, to press a kiss to his hair. To love him.
“So... Blaine...” Blaine shivered at the way Kurt drawled out his name and trailed a fingertip across Blaine’s sternum as he moved around the Captain, drinking him in from every angle. From such a close distance, Blaine could count every single freckle that was peppered across Kurt’s cheeks and nose. He thought they looked adorable. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts when he realised Kurt was still talking.
“I’ve wanted to talk to you for so long... since the first time I ever spotted you when we were little boys. You were sat by your dad’s feet, playing with some wooden toys and a small sword... since then...” Kurt trailed off as he faced Blaine once again, his fingers reaching out to play with the loose curls by Blaine’s cheeks. He mentally cursed as he felt the fingers pressing softly at his skin. He hadn’t gotten around to gelling his unruly hair down when Kurt had so rudely awaken him earlier on.
“What... what made you finally talk to me, then?” Blaine finally stammered out, a red flush creeping up his neck and hitting his cheeks. His knees trembled slightly, his body shaking from the effort not to step forward now and push himself into Kurt’s personal space.
“I’ve been watching you,” Kurt confessed, taking a slight step back and flicking his eyes downward. “For a long time actually. You don’t seem to smile much, like you did when you were a kid. You seem awfully lonely too.”
“I am... lonely, I mean. Since my father died and I took over the ship...” his voice cut off suddenly and he cast his eyes upwards, trying to will the tears away that had suddenly sprung up. He had stopped crying a long time ago and he certainly wasn’t going to start again now. “It’s been hard. I loved my dad and I feel so lonely now...”
“I know. Your dad was a good Captain with a great reputation across Neverland. Even if he did like to fire cannons at me, just as much as your crew currently do.”
“Yeah, but that was always a game to us.”
“My favourite.” Kurt nodded, smiling.
Returning the smile, Blaine turned towards the table in the corner, with his finest tea set set out on top of it. A little shyly at first, Kurt followed and settled down in the seat opposite Blaine, his long fingers picking up one of the intricately styled teacups and studying it curiously.
“What’s this?” Kurt asked, his porcelain fingers blending in with the china as he plucked at the handle, eyes narrowed slightly. The cups back at his hideout with the Lost Boys didn’t have these things on them.
“They’re handles... you put your fingers through them and grip it when drinking... like this...” Blaine demonstrated and mimed drinking from the cup, an inquisitive look on his face. How could Kurt not know what a handle on a teacup was?
“Oh... our cups back home don’t have these. I think the boys would break them off anyway.” Kurt shrugged and placed the cup back on its resting place on the saucer. His feet lightly pushed away from the ground and he glided upwards. He crossed his legs like a pretzel before floating gently back down in his chair. Flicking his gaze back across the table that gently rocked with the motions of the ship that seemed to have set sail once again, Kurt plucked a sugar cube from the bowl and popped it into his mouth after deciding that it was indeed edible.
“Boys? The Lost Boys?” Blaine asked, gazing down at Kurt’s lips as he worked over the cube in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked it hard.
“Oh, so you all got at least one part of the story true,” Kurt replied with a wink, his speech slightly muffled around the sugar cube. “Yeah. My boys. Slightly, Nibs, Tootles, Curly and the Twins.” He recited, counting them off on his fingers. “They’re a handful but I do love them so.”
“At least you’re not lonely.”
Blaine didn’t mean for it to come out bitter, but it did... and he couldn’t help it. Kurt regarded him curiously, his head tilting to the side slightly.
“No... I-I am. We all want a mother. I try to look after them as best as I can but it’s hard and they need more than me... I don’t have many friends. No one except for them. I mean, I sometimes talk to Quinn, Santana and Brittany, my favourite mermaids down at the Lagoon. And now again I visit Tiger Lily and the Chief down at the Indian camp... but I’m lonely.”
“You don’t have to be lonely. I will be your friend. I want to be your friend.” Blaine admitted softly, watching the slender boy in the seat opposite. He twisted his hook anxiously, afraid of rejection from him. He wanted to know the beautiful being before him so bad.
“I... I would like that...” Kurt breathed, his cheeks and the tips of his ears tinged pink. “No one has ever wanted to be my friend before... I can’t believe I have a friend, now!” He laughed once more, the sound high and melodic, like a wind chime in a summer breeze. The sound made Blaine’s stomach swoop and goosebumps prickle up across his skin.
Suddenly, Kurt begun to fidget uncomfortably with the hat settled on his hair, pulling it away to pluck absentmindedly at the red feather tucked into the folds. He begun to confess quietly, the conversation turning somewhat serious once again. “I want a boyfriend too. I read in the books we smuggled from The Other Land that boys fall in love with girls and put rings on eachother and stuff... but I don’t like girls and I want to fall in love with a boy, who will come stay with me in my hideout and be a father to the boys, if they never find a mother.”
Blaine watched as Kurt drew in further to himself, his shoulders hunching over as his voice dropped further, his confession at a low whisper. He itched to reach over and wrap his darker fingers around Kurt’s pale ones and press the back of his hands to his lips with a promise of I would be that boy for you, I would, I would.
So he did do just that.
Blaine would blame it on seasickness or lack of sleep or maybe toxic fumes of some sort but it happened and it all seemed so disjointed in Blaine’s head when he looked back over it... but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Because the next thing he remembered, they were sat upright and propped against the pillows in Blaine’s bed, Kurt’s fingers fisted into the front of his shirt whilst Blaine’s hook gently carded through his hair.
Kurt pressed his face into the crook of Blaine’s neck. He could feel those soft lips against his skin as Kurt whispered quiet pleads like leave this ship and come and live with me and love me.
“I’ve liked you for so long, Blaine. I’ve watched you from afar for too long. Please, please...” he whimpered, pressing his face impossibly closer to the warm skin beneath him.
Pulling him closer, his hand holding Kurt tightly at his tiny waist, Blaine nodded enthusiastically. He answered with replies like for you, yes and one day, one day, one day and I will, always.
“I’ve liked you too, Kurt. I have. So long... so long...” Blaine cried back, lips pressed into the taller boy’s hairline. As he fell asleep the night before, Blaine would never have thought that this would happen to him. The promise of love, the promise of safety, the promise of home.
And any outsider would never have guessed that this had been the first ever conversation these two boys held as they lounged cuddled on the bed. But it didn’t matter. Because Blaine was going to get away from this ship one day, from this life that had been built to him and move to a whole new world... with the gorgeous, unusual boy that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
And, boy, he couldn’t wait.