Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan, or anything ells worth owning..
Author's comments: Because I was sick, and the new movie coming out, and I happened to notice the tape lying around I decided to watch the old movie. Then I just happen to notice that Peter Pan is really sexy. (I'm and anime junky, so the fact that he's a cartoon doesn't miff me at all)
I happened to be really stressed out at the time from school and overwork and the type of things that only adults have to deal with, so the thought occur to me: It's not fair that Peter gets to stay a kid forever and doesn't have to deal with any of the things I have to deal with. I also don' think it's fair that he don't get to enjoy the pleasures of adult hood (impure thoughts, impure deeds ect. ect.)
All this, shall we say, inspired me to write this fic. Peter, if you really do exist, don't read this. None of you other kids should read it either. I don't know how dirty this thing is guna get.
Wow, that was a long introduction. Anyways, on with the fic!
Peter Pan Grows Up
Prolog: A spirit once
Conciseness slowly returned to Peter as he slowly woke up from the deepest sleep he'd had in a long time. It' was a sleep so deep it seamed that it was almost drug induced. Maybe it was, he thought silently to himself, his head clouded with a dull pain. He still hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he could feel reality awakening all his other senses.
He tried to bring his hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but found it was constrained somehow. It didn't take long to realize, so was the rest of him. He blinked his eyes opened and saw he was gagged and tied, backside to a pole. No, wait, he thought looking closer at his surroundings.. it wasn't a pole it was a mast. And he was on a ship, Hook's ship!
He didn't have much more time to think about his situation, before the triumphant voice of Capt. Hook rang in his ear. He was now sure he had been drugged because of how the sound was making his head pound.
"So, the brats finally awake?"
Peter gave him a death glare, being sure to martin eye contact. If he could distract Hook with his eyes, then he might be able to reach his dagger beneath the ropes as Hook rambled on about how clever he had been in capturing him. Hook never seemed to be able to resist reveling in his own glory.
Peter managed to get his hand to his sheath only to find that his dagger was missing. He glanced down in disbelief, and Hook followed his gaze.
"Looking for this?" Hook asked curly.
Before Peter had even realized what he had said, he felt Hook pressing the dagger up against his throat. He felt the cold steal rub against his skin and for the first time in a long time, he was truly scared. He could feel his hart speed up, and his palms were binging to get sweaty. He racked his brain desperately, but just couldn't think of a way to get out of this one.
Hook roughly ripped the gag off of Peter's face with his hook. "Any last words?" Hook asked, their noses inches apart.
Peter spat in his face.
"Insolent brat!" Hook raged and Peter felt a searing pain as Hook pressed the dagger into his neck and swiped it across his throat. Blood dripped from the small, but most deadly wound. Peter knew the dagger was gone, but it felt like it was still there pressing into his blood stained flesh. He could feel the thick liquid beginning to fill his trachea. He couldn't breath and began to cough up the dark red substance. It seamed like he was drowning in it.
He began to see the world fading around him. The urge to cough subsided and he slipped into unconsciousness. The boy, once the spirit of youth, now lay dead.
Author's comments: Because I was sick, and the new movie coming out, and I happened to notice the tape lying around I decided to watch the old movie. Then I just happen to notice that Peter Pan is really sexy. (I'm and anime junky, so the fact that he's a cartoon doesn't miff me at all)
I happened to be really stressed out at the time from school and overwork and the type of things that only adults have to deal with, so the thought occur to me: It's not fair that Peter gets to stay a kid forever and doesn't have to deal with any of the things I have to deal with. I also don' think it's fair that he don't get to enjoy the pleasures of adult hood (impure thoughts, impure deeds ect. ect.)
All this, shall we say, inspired me to write this fic. Peter, if you really do exist, don't read this. None of you other kids should read it either. I don't know how dirty this thing is guna get.
Wow, that was a long introduction. Anyways, on with the fic!
Peter Pan Grows Up
Prolog: A spirit once
Conciseness slowly returned to Peter as he slowly woke up from the deepest sleep he'd had in a long time. It' was a sleep so deep it seamed that it was almost drug induced. Maybe it was, he thought silently to himself, his head clouded with a dull pain. He still hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he could feel reality awakening all his other senses.
He tried to bring his hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but found it was constrained somehow. It didn't take long to realize, so was the rest of him. He blinked his eyes opened and saw he was gagged and tied, backside to a pole. No, wait, he thought looking closer at his surroundings.. it wasn't a pole it was a mast. And he was on a ship, Hook's ship!
He didn't have much more time to think about his situation, before the triumphant voice of Capt. Hook rang in his ear. He was now sure he had been drugged because of how the sound was making his head pound.
"So, the brats finally awake?"
Peter gave him a death glare, being sure to martin eye contact. If he could distract Hook with his eyes, then he might be able to reach his dagger beneath the ropes as Hook rambled on about how clever he had been in capturing him. Hook never seemed to be able to resist reveling in his own glory.
Peter managed to get his hand to his sheath only to find that his dagger was missing. He glanced down in disbelief, and Hook followed his gaze.
"Looking for this?" Hook asked curly.
Before Peter had even realized what he had said, he felt Hook pressing the dagger up against his throat. He felt the cold steal rub against his skin and for the first time in a long time, he was truly scared. He could feel his hart speed up, and his palms were binging to get sweaty. He racked his brain desperately, but just couldn't think of a way to get out of this one.
Hook roughly ripped the gag off of Peter's face with his hook. "Any last words?" Hook asked, their noses inches apart.
Peter spat in his face.
"Insolent brat!" Hook raged and Peter felt a searing pain as Hook pressed the dagger into his neck and swiped it across his throat. Blood dripped from the small, but most deadly wound. Peter knew the dagger was gone, but it felt like it was still there pressing into his blood stained flesh. He could feel the thick liquid beginning to fill his trachea. He couldn't breath and began to cough up the dark red substance. It seamed like he was drowning in it.
He began to see the world fading around him. The urge to cough subsided and he slipped into unconsciousness. The boy, once the spirit of youth, now lay dead.