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salmon_pink) wrote2014-07-08 10:11 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-07-08 10:11 pm
(Disney) Adulterant
Title: Adulterant
Fandom: Disney (Peter Pan)
Pairing: Hook/Pan
Rating: PG-13
Words: 498
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1drabble, prompt "innocence".
The boy leaves Neverland eventually. Hook isn’t sure what coaxes him from the island, although he imagines it’s one of those Darling girls, Wendy or her daughter. Pan, for all his bravado, always had a soft spot for them both.
The island grows cold and bitter, and the Jolly Roger becomes trapped in the ice when the ocean freezes. But over time a thaw takes the land, and the birds begin to sing again, the insects chirrup.
Neverland existed before Pan, and although it mourns his loss, it will continue to exist without him.
Hook, however, finds that he cannot. It vexes him, that after so many years at each other’s throats, the boy has simply turned his back on their war. Pan’s gone, and he didn’t give Hook so much as a backward glance.
The indignity of it burns.
It takes several years for Hook to reach the second star. The ice holds him and his crew fast for a long time, and the fairies don’t trust Hook or his men. Acquiring enough pixie dust takes time, and he can only salvage enough for himself.
His crew roar and curse him as he flies away, ignoring his promises that they’d all sail to London together. He doesn’t care about them, they’ve served their purpose.
All he cares about is the boy.
Tracking Pan down in the city takes longer than Hook would have hoped, and by the time he finds him, Pan is a boy no more. He’s grown up, as ridiculous as the thought is, on the cusp of his twenties by the looks of him. Hook stalks him for weeks, until he’s certain the young man truly is Pan.
He’s tall, willowy, still with those soft features, but there are stronger lines now to his jaw, to his cheekbones. His ears have grown rounded, that elfin point all but vanished, and his hair is a shock of vibrant red in the dingy greys and blacks of the London streets.
He’s expecting their fight to begin anew on the day Pan finally grabs at his collar and hauls him into an alley, but Pan only stares at him, breathing heavily. “You’ve been following me,” he accuses, and Hook realises there is no recognition in those brown eyes.
Pan has forgotten him.
Pan has forgotten everything.
Whilst in London, Hook keeps his hook hidden within his pocket, for it attracts too much attention. He feels the metal, heavy against his thigh, singing to hurt the boy, to make him pay for forgetting Hook so easily.
But Pan’s hands are still tangled in his collar, and he pulls Hook close, licking his lips. “Bet I know what you want,” he whispers, husky and adult, and he kisses Hook fiercely, with a brilliant and savage hunger.
Hook smiles against his mouth.
It may not be the revenge he expected, but he’ll gladly settle for taking Pan’s much lauded innocence, his good hand palming the lad’s backside, relishing Pan’s groan.
Fandom: Disney (Peter Pan)
Pairing: Hook/Pan
Rating: PG-13
Words: 498
Notes: For
1drabble, prompt "innocence".The boy leaves Neverland eventually. Hook isn’t sure what coaxes him from the island, although he imagines it’s one of those Darling girls, Wendy or her daughter. Pan, for all his bravado, always had a soft spot for them both.
The island grows cold and bitter, and the Jolly Roger becomes trapped in the ice when the ocean freezes. But over time a thaw takes the land, and the birds begin to sing again, the insects chirrup.
Neverland existed before Pan, and although it mourns his loss, it will continue to exist without him.
Hook, however, finds that he cannot. It vexes him, that after so many years at each other’s throats, the boy has simply turned his back on their war. Pan’s gone, and he didn’t give Hook so much as a backward glance.
The indignity of it burns.
It takes several years for Hook to reach the second star. The ice holds him and his crew fast for a long time, and the fairies don’t trust Hook or his men. Acquiring enough pixie dust takes time, and he can only salvage enough for himself.
His crew roar and curse him as he flies away, ignoring his promises that they’d all sail to London together. He doesn’t care about them, they’ve served their purpose.
All he cares about is the boy.
Tracking Pan down in the city takes longer than Hook would have hoped, and by the time he finds him, Pan is a boy no more. He’s grown up, as ridiculous as the thought is, on the cusp of his twenties by the looks of him. Hook stalks him for weeks, until he’s certain the young man truly is Pan.
He’s tall, willowy, still with those soft features, but there are stronger lines now to his jaw, to his cheekbones. His ears have grown rounded, that elfin point all but vanished, and his hair is a shock of vibrant red in the dingy greys and blacks of the London streets.
He’s expecting their fight to begin anew on the day Pan finally grabs at his collar and hauls him into an alley, but Pan only stares at him, breathing heavily. “You’ve been following me,” he accuses, and Hook realises there is no recognition in those brown eyes.
Pan has forgotten him.
Pan has forgotten everything.
Whilst in London, Hook keeps his hook hidden within his pocket, for it attracts too much attention. He feels the metal, heavy against his thigh, singing to hurt the boy, to make him pay for forgetting Hook so easily.
But Pan’s hands are still tangled in his collar, and he pulls Hook close, licking his lips. “Bet I know what you want,” he whispers, husky and adult, and he kisses Hook fiercely, with a brilliant and savage hunger.
Hook smiles against his mouth.
It may not be the revenge he expected, but he’ll gladly settle for taking Pan’s much lauded innocence, his good hand palming the lad’s backside, relishing Pan’s groan.