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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The characters created by J. M. Barrie are not mine; I don’t own them and I’m not making any money off of them. The characters that were not created by J. M. Barrie in this fic *are* mine, and I do own them—but I’m still not making any money off of them. Figures.

Hopefully this is working for y’all. I’m just happy to be writing it again.
Warning: A bit of non-con, and a serious fit is thrown.

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Distinctly Unhappy

I was so stunned, I could actually feel my jaw drop open, just like in a comic book. I shook my head as if to clear it.
“I’m sorry? What was that?”
“Surely you haven’t suddenly become deaf. I am asking you to marry me,” Hook snapped, slamming his goblet on the table. “Although, in truth, it’s not really a proposal per se. I’m not truly asking,” he said, an evil grin suddenly slipping across his face, “I’m telling you.”
“I thought,” I began, wiping my fingers on my napkin, “that you think I’m the kind of woman who doesn’t get married.” I frowned. “You said, and I quote, ‘You lead us on and you play with our feelings and when you’re done, you leave us high and dry’.”
“Yes well, it’s a pirate’s prerogative to change his mind,” he mused, stroking his beard. “Besides, if you marry me, there won’t be a chance to leave me high and dry. You’ll be bound to me, heart and soul and body, whether you want to be or not. Remember, my dear,” he said, sitting up straight in his chair, “this is Neverland. Things don’t work here the way they work in your ordinary world. Time doesn’t run the same way, fairies do exist, and magic… magic is real, here.”
“So?” I picked up an olive and nibbled at it, trying to pretend I didn’t care about this topic.
“So? You obviously haven’t thought this through,” he smirked. “When I say you will be bound to me, body and soul, I mean it. We will be bound magically, you and I, wife and husband, so that you will never be able to leave me. You won’t want to leave me. Ever.”
“Uh…” I tried to swallow the rest of the olive, but it stuck in my throat.
“Have another olive, my dear,” he said, waving his hand at the dish in front of me. “I do so love to watch those lovely lips at work.” I shook my head and pushed the dish away from me. “No? Very well then,” he said, rising from his chair.

He walked around behind me, lifting me from my seat by my shoulders. “Just imagine,” he continued, his hand on my breast, pulling me against him, my back to his front, “how wonderful it will be when we’re married.” He slid his hook under my chin and I pulled back farther as his hand dipped down to slip between my nether lips. “You will fight at my side, a pirate’s wife, just as I’d hoped before you so rudely left.” His hook still under my chin, he fumbled behind me for the buttons on his trousers. “Bend over, would you m’dear? That’s it. Lovely.” I closed my eyes as he entered me from behind, trying to think of Jason and not the sharp tip of his hook at my throat. “We’ll fight Pan, side-by-side! It will be glorious! Victory will finally be mine with you by my side! And when we’re done… oh yes, when we’re done…” His voice was reduced to a hiss as he took me quickly, violently, driven by his passion for his latest plan. His good hand gripped my hip tightly as he slammed into me again and again, and all I could do was think about his hook, his damn hook. The table shook with our movement, the dishes and goblets rattling and shimmying across it, until a dish of stewed tomatoes shook right off and crashed onto the floor. Thankfully, he came fairly quickly and withdrew with a sharp slap on my ass. “Well, when we’re done, there will be much, much more of that.” He grinned as he buttoned himself back up. “Much, much more.” With that, he roared for Smee to clean away the dishes. He grabbed his hat and sword, and headed for the door. “I’m going out for a while, my dear, but don’t worry… I’ll be back.” And he left, slamming the door behind him.

I was still slumped against the table, too shaken to stand up. I could feel a shiver begin deep inside me as I thought of my husband, my Jason, who had died trying to protect me. I didn’t want another husband! I didn’t want to marry Hook and be bound to him forever. And what did that mean, anyway? He was fictional, for fuck’s sake! Was he immortal too? Good question. And if I was bound to him, magically (and what kind of magic was he talking about? I didn’t remember that kind of magic in the book), then was I going to be fictional too? Would I be immortal? I reached for the chair beside me and sat down heavily. Smee bustled in then, a mop in his hands to clean the floor.

“All right then, Miss?” he asked, quickly mopping up the tomatoes and porcelain.
“No, Smee,” I said, my head suddenly in my hands. “He wants to marry me.”
“Well, isn’t that wonderful!” Smee exclaimed. “You’ll make a beautiful bride, Miss!”
“I can’t marry James Hook,” I said bitterly. “I’m already married!”
“The Captain said he’d killed your husband,” Smee said as he piled dishes on top of each other. “So that’d make you a widow, wouldn’t it? A widow can remarry, Miss.”
“Oh God,” I cried, tears coming to my eyes again, a lump in my throat I couldn’t swallow as I thought of Jason. “Oh Jason, forgive me! I… I don’t know what to do!”
“Here, here… don’t cry, Miss,” Smee said, passing me his handkerchief. “I can’t stand it when a woman cries. The Captain will be a good husband, Miss. He’ll protect you and give you nice things…”
“I don’t want nice things! I want to go home!” I yelled, my sadness turning to fury. I whipped around and picked up a dish from the table. “I want to go home!” I threw the dish at him as hard as I could. He ducked and it smashed on the wall.
“Now, now, Miss… none of that. The Captain will be very unhappy if…”
“I don’t give a shit what the Captain wants! I want to go home! Do you hear me? Home! I’ve had enough of this shit!” I started picking up whatever I could get my hands on, whipping it at Smee, porcelain dishes and glassware smashing on the walls and floor. “I’ve had enough! How dare he use me this way? How the fuck dare he? I’m a person, goddammit! I have rights!” I stumbled blindly, tears filling my eyes, grabbing the tablecloth and pulling it with all my strength. I threw it at Smee, every last dish and piece of cutlery flying off the table. “He can’t do this to me! I won’t let him! I had a husband! I had a husband! Jason!” My rage left me just as suddenly as it had come upon me, and I sank to the floor, sobbing. I picked up my chain, uselessly rattling it against the floor as I wept for all I had lost. Finally, I crawled to the wall to which my chain was attached and leaned against it, hugging my knees to my chest, my chin resting on my knees. I felt broken, completely broken, and nothing Smee could say or do would move me from my place.

Hook came back sometime later. I had no idea how long he’d been away, or how long I’d been in that position. I didn’t look up when he entered the room.
“What in Lucifer’s name happened here?” he demanded. “Why is there gravy on the chandelier?”
“I’m just getting to that, Captain,” Smee said. I heard his ladder move, footsteps… Hook strode to the centre of the room.
“Tell me what happened, Smee,” he said amiably. “I won’t be angry.”
“Uh, well, then Sir, we had a little… accident, that’s all,” Smee said.
“An accident?”
“Yes, Sir, an accident. She, uh… dropped her plate.”
“Then there would have been food on the floor, Smee, not on the ceiling!” Hook roared. His feet came stomping towards me and I cringed as he towered over me. “By Lucifer, woman, what did you do?”
“She was just upset, Captain, just upset,” Smee said quickly. “And I’ve almost cleaned it all up. It’s not a problem, Sir, I’ll just finish this up…”
“I’ve been gone for three hours, Smee! And you haven’t finished cleaning up?” He toed my thigh. “Upset? I think not.” He grabbed my wrist with his hand and hauled me to my feet, nearly wrenching my shoulder out of its socket. “Tell me what happened,” he hissed. I looked into his angry, cold blue eyes and felt fear. He shook me and my teeth clacked painfully together. “Tell me!” I shook my head, speechless, and once again felt the cold steel of his hook at my throat. “Did you have a little fit, my dear? Did you get a little angry?” His voice was low and almost patient, but so patronizing I could feel the anger flare up inside me again.

“I won’t marry you,” I hissed at him and his eyes grew even colder.
“You won’t marry me? You destroyed my dishes, covering my walls with food, and forcing Mr. Smee to clean up after you because you won’t marry me?” His good hand grabbed me by the throat and he slammed me up against the wall. I couldn’t take a breath, I couldn’t see, blackness was overwhelming me… “You petulant, spoiled brat. How dare you? How dare you even think you had a choice here? Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing these last few hours?” He pushed me further up the wall, my toes coming off the floor, his fingers pushing into my throat. I scrabbled at his hand desperately. “I’ve been arranging our nuptials, that’s what I’ve been doing! Talking to the Governor, arranging for a carriage, booking a dressmaker… you ungrateful cow!” He let go abruptly, just as I was certain I was going to die. I fell onto the floor at his feet, gasping for breath. He glared down at me, his blue eyes mere slits in his anger.
“Mark my words, Miss Mann. In one week, you will marry me, whether you want to or not. In one week’s time, we shall be man and wife, bound to each other by the magic of Neverland. So you’d better damn well get used to it.” He turned to Smee who was still cleaning the chandelier. “Take her back to her room and lock her in.”
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