Title: Human
Authoress:superhackaninja5(with help from .com)
Rating:R
Summary:Killian Jones, an infamous Hunter, has no idea what he's getting himself when he enters into a covenant with Peter Pan in order to get revenge on the demon who killed his wife. Because Pan doesn't just want his soul:he wants the rest of him, too. AU(basically the actual show only Peter and Rumple are actually demons and they're in the real world and Hook is a hunter, not a pirate.)Sort of SPN xover, but not involving any characters.
Warnings:dark themes, explicit slash, smut, bloodplay, graphic violence, character death(possibly), OOCness(probs on Hook's part), language, possibly other things.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but the words. Well, most of them, anyways.
ANOTHER CAPTAINPAN FIC. And another multi-chapter one. This was something I came up with on tumblr while chatting with someone I follow. The prompt was Demon/Hunter AU. Also a collab with ouatcaptainpan, who started and then we sort of took turns writing this and here is the finished first chapter. Hope you enjoy.
For millenniums, an immortal boy named Peter Pan had lived and walked on the ground of angels, but some time ago, he was banished from the clouds. Forced to remain until the end of time on the planet Earth with a species he had had no past knowledge of.
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At first, Pan viewed the world as a punishment. He viewed the realm to be adventureless and dull. But as time passed, Pan began to enjoy his stay on the Earth, basking in the always-changing nature of the people.
He watched kings rise, rule, and fall. He watched wars begin and end. He watched as the people of the realm became ruthless and greedy, hungrily searching for a cure to their lust for power.
Over time as the boy watched the citizens pour more blood for the sake of power, he too began to become more cold-hearted and blood thirsty.
Fangs replaced his childlike teeth, claws grew from his nail beds, and an undying lust for ichor burned the back of his throat. He became a demon, a wielder of death.
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His first victim in the new, bitter world was an older man. He had black scruff on his chin and smelled of rum. He wore a coat of leather and a hook of steel. Pan found him staggering through the streets of the downtown London marina, looking for his newest victory (which Pan cunningly agreed to be).
Together they went to the man's home, a ship dubbed the Jolly Roger.
The night started with the demon on his back, fingers digging into the man's shoulders as he bit and sucked on his porcelain skin. Then, as the moon rose higher into the starry night sky, Pan's demon instincts took over and he was now on top. He smirked down at the man, his wide black eyes sparkling with lust.
The boy placed his small hand to the man's chest, extending his claws to trace words into the hairy flesh. Such as blood, lust, and Peter. The marks were small, but noticeable with little beads of red liquid squeezing through the crack of the skin.
Pan didn't remember much of the night following the taste of the blood on his lips, but pictures, flashes, entered his mind as he opens his emerald eyes to the wood ceiling of the ship.
He saw black blood on white sheets. He saw himself between the man's open legs and heard the yells, screams, moans, and groans of the man as his own blood covered his body while being filled whole by the boy-demon.
When Pan moved to dress, he expected a corpse coated in dry, crusty blood with dismembered limbs and a heart on the floor. Not a living, breathing man with scruff on his chin, leather on his body, and a hook for a hand. Not a man with a cigarette between his teeth, booted feet resting on a window sill, and a flask of rum in his left hand.
"I've never seen one like you before, you know?" The man's voice was scratchy, dry, but mellow in a way the boy's never heard."I've never seen a demon shaped like a boy. I've never seen a demon who can walk in the light. Except for one, who I know for certain is not you."
The man turned to the boy, ocean blue eyes drilling into his green ones.
Pan cleared his throat, moving into a sitting position.
"That's probably why I didn't notice when I first saw you that you were different. That you weren't of this world." The man shifted, now hovering over the boy, cigarette between his lips.
"Then the moon came out revealing your true form. Revealing your claws, your fangs, and your true nature. Revealing that in fact you are a … bloody demon."
A smirk twisted the boy's lips at the accusation. "Oh, you're right about that, laddie," he purred, wetting his pink lips with a silken tongue. He blurred, pushing the man back into his chair and reappearing at the man's side, talon-like nails tracing the words he'd engraved in his skin. "If you know what I am, why am I still alive, pirate?" the boy questioned, popping the "p".
The man gave Pan a sideways glance, rolling his eyes."Seeing as you seem like a more…compromising…demon, how would you feel about a little deal?"
Pan's ears perked up at the word "deal",grin spreading further over his face. "A deal, hmm? What kind of deal? What victory is it that the most ruthless demon hunter in all the realm, aka Killian Jones, needs my help with?"
The captain of the ship couldn't help but be stunned at the use of his first name; he hadn't given it, nor had he admitted to being a hunter. But then, this boy was the real thing: a beautiful demon in human form. He shouldn't be surprised.
Pan continued talking through the man's stare, his English accent low, dark and hauntingly thoughtful. "This demon of yours, the one you're after, he's the other human-like demon, yes?"
"But not as human looking as you I must admit. His skin is shiny and green like a crocodile, his eyes appear like a lizard's, and his magic is unlike any other I've ever seen before."
"His name…Rumplestiltskin."
Pan's head jerked at the name of his former acquaintance, a flash of recognition entering his dark, gleaming eyes. Killian arched a single dark eyebrow, now more bemused than shocked at the sudden shift in the demon's expression. "So you do know him?"
The boy's grin turned more malicious, showing his white, pointed teeth. "Intimately," he replied with a feral gleam now in his wicked green eyes.
He rested his sharp chin on the jut of Killian's broad shoulder. "Tell me, what did he do to you?" Pan breathed curiously, slender digits trailing up Killian's arm before spotting the heart tattoo as the man took a drag of his cigarette. "And don't be afraid to go into all the, ah, gory details," in a tone that sounded more like one he'd used while pinning the man to his bed.
The man was weary, but soon told the boy his story. He explained how Rumplestiltskin, the Dark One, murdered Milah, Killian's true love. He explained how they had fought the night he did. He explained how ever since then, he had been seeking a reliable demon who could overpower his dark, dark magic.
Pan stood in front of the man, smirk still playing at his lips, "And what about this?" He grabbed the man's hook, bringing it to his lips and kissing the point.
"The Dark One cut my hand off to get an...object I was holding,"the hunter explained dully, doing his best not to look away from that piercing, simmering gaze. "I tried to kill him with this, but obviously, it didn't work. Now I won't rest until this hook pierces the blackness he calls a heart."
The boy nodded fluidly, still holding Killian's arm in his thin hand as he pondered what it was the pirate wanted from him. His smirk widened when he finished putting the pieces together, "You want my help to kill him," It wasn't a question.
He knelt almost languidly between the man's spread knees, free hand resting on his right thigh. "You know, most demons don't make deals like this, helping hunters kill our brethren,"he informed Killian in a casual tone, as if they were merely discussing the weather. He bit his bottom lip, looking up at the hunter through his all-too-alluring long lashes, "But I might be willing to make an exception-if you're up to an unconventional price,"
Killian stared at him, unable to tear his eyes away now as he took a deep breath. The grin he wore was cruel, lascivious-nothing he wouldn't expect from a demon. But it was the way it looked on his mask of a boy, the way it had looked when he'd been buried inside Killian's body the previous night that made the back of his neck prickle and sent heat pooling in the lower regions of his body. This was wrong-but then, so was his wife's death. And there was nothing he wouldn't do in order to avenge her, even make a deal with this...beautiful creature. He inhaled deeply a second time before nodding in compliance.
"Whatever you want, it's yours."
The demon's eyes flashed and Killian saw the beast stirring behind his mask. He raised himself up, leaning over the hunter's body and bringing his lips next to his ear. "And what if I want you?"the brunette suggested in a breathy tone, inching his hand up teasingly the man's leg;the words in Killian's skin burned like a brand and he clenched his teeth.
He closed his eyes, licking his lips tensely. He knew if he took this deal, there would be no coming back from it. This demon obviously wanted more than just his soul, but he had to be willing to risk it.
The hunter opened his eyes to see that Pan had pulled back to look at his face again, roiling emerald green orbs stripping him down to his core. His hand curled around the edge of his chair, knuckles turning white as he made his decision.
"I'll do it."