[blake-hook]

fitz-patrick​:

Fitz knew that he was getting dangerously close to where the forest ended and the port began, so he prepared himself for a fight in case he came across a pirate. Though he wasn’t necessarily itching for a fight, he was not so stupid to walk into disputed territory blindly. He wasn’t the only one, he knew, who frequented these woods and wasn’t above violence as a solution to boredom. Knowing and expecting this didn’t prevent him from stiffening when he heard footsteps, though. Stepping behind a tree, he wrapped his hand around his dagger, ready to engage until he saw the figure responsible. He stepped out of the shadows.

“Well, if it isn’t the captain’s son,” Fitz said with a smirk when he saw Blake, but he kept a hand on his dagger.

Blake grimaced and sighed, turning to face the lost boy head on. He’d seen this one before in battle, and knew him to be quite a ferocious sort. Lost kids didn’t frighten Blake; he had grown up learning their quirks, how to fight them, how to kill. This one, however, had startled him in the past; it wasn’t the same look on the faces of lost ones that seemed to think the battles were fights. No, he had more than humor on his face; his held glee when driving his dagger. 

“If it isn’t a lost twat,” Blake retorted, tilting his head to the side as he took in the boy. “What brings you so near to the port?” He asked; he’d avoid a fight with a bloodthirsty person if he could.

[blake-hook]

fitz-patrick​:

walk tall beneath these trees || open

There was never any peace or quiet in the hideout; Lost Kids were always running around, laughing loudly, playing games, or fighting, sometimes all at once. Though he would never admit it out loud, Fitz did care about the other Lost Kids, and, in a strange way, he enjoyed just sitting in their presence, adjacent to the fun and excitement. He liked the dull chatter, the company of people who expected nothing from him but his presence, the shrieks of laughter. He sat on the floor sharpening a knife, listening to the conversations going on around him without participating, as was his usual activity. Tales of adventures and plans to fight pirates were passed around, which amused him more than perhaps it should have as he thought of his own exploits he kept to himself, preferring to show his work rather than tell it.

But sometimes the dull chatter grew to a dull roar, and he grew impatient at sitting and listening, the eternal restlessness within him taking back over and pushing him away. Wordlessly, he put the knife in its sheath and left, unsure of where he was going, but no longer content to stay in the hideout. He didn’t feel like flying, so he walked aimlessly through the woods without a destination. 

A feeling of unrest and discomfort had fallen over Blake with the return of his father. His relationship with the man was chilly to say the least, and while he’d been away, he had felt able to breathe finally. Having the captain back meant that people were generally horrible to him again; not that they had altogether stopped with the man’s disappearance, but they’d stopped noticing him so much as the captain’s son, and just another pirate. He’d just been called a slew of names by a group of belligerently drunk men, and instead of starting a brawl that he knew would end in broken bones, he turned and left the pub. 

Wandering towards the woods, he considered just going for a run or something to deal with the anger bubbling up inside his chest. He’d felt out of place on this island for decades now, despising the way his father had shut him out, and way the others didn’t seem to accept him either. There was no true home here for him, with his mother and sister gone. Oftentimes, Blake would curse Peter’s name for destroying a whole life unlived, for taking away the women that had completed their family. He halfheartedly prayed that he’d stumble upon Pan sleeping in the woods; he could chop off the boy’s head and present it to his father. Perhaps then the man would throw his arm around his son and they could leave this vile place. He didn’t care that it would’ve been bad form to kill someone while they slept; he was angry enough to do just about anything at the moment. He trekked into the darkening wood, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, daring anyone to try and start something today.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“Fine…… “ she felt something stir, an old memory and an old promise. “If you want let me get to them, I’ll have to bring him to me.” Wthout a pause our hesitation Wendy crowed. Loud, and proud as Peter had taught her when she was a young girl. If every she needed him just crow…… Wendy prayed that he hadn’t forgotten or forsaken her.

Recognition flashed in Blake’s eyes as she sent out the call for help for Pan, and without another moment to spare, he clenched his fist and hit her in the side of the head as hard as he could, knocking her to the ground. Sure, it wasn’t the best form to suckerpunch a lady, but this was war, and she knew what she signed up for when she decided to get in the way. He cast a quick glance down at her crumpled frame before running off into battle, sword drawn.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

 “I am not whore, or wench.” Wendy’s pride flared, and her posture straightened. Gone was jill, now stood Wendy. “I am Wendy Moira Angela Darling. I am a Lady of breeding, and mother to the lost.”  

Wendy had been very specific to not say lost boys because it was not the case any longer. She was the mother to the lost, James, Peter, Lost boys and pirates alike even the man she had just saved and the one befor eher. 

“Get out of my way.” 

Blake watched her with intense interest as she spoke, her attitude commanding his attention and respect. And yet. “Listen, it doesn’t matter what you call yourself; you’re a bitch if you’re going to get in between destiny. Walk away, and do something else, it’s easy enough. And then I won’t have to have the headache of stopping you.”

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Coughing as she caught her breath she looked up at the pirate for a brief moment before standing and regaining her composure. Michael died for another man’s war, a fight that mattered and she had just saved someone who would have died for vengeance. 

“Why do you care so much if I intervene, this isn’t duty for you…… this is personal.”

“You’re damn right it’s personal, wench. If I have the opportunity to stop someone from fucking up the captain in battle, and I don’t step in; it’ll be the brig or worse.” He glowered at her; he wasn’t about to go on about his own wishes and personal vendettas. “Any trusted man of Captain Hook’s would do the same.”

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Wendy found her hands moving to his. It was when she saw him again…. Michael just looking at her as if telling her to remember. Remember….. it was one thing he was adamant about after he had been trained once joining the military. Training her, to protect her though he had made it a game. As if remembering her eyes closed, and in that moment she brought her hands to prey, going in between his to hands and rising up, jetting up quickly out in an attempt to pry his arms away, while bringing her feet up to his chest and pushing off to try and create some separation knowing that if she succeeded she would fall to the ground.

It was like the wind had been knocked out of him the way she’d pushed away from him, and he stumbled back as she dropped to the ground. “Fucking hell, lady,” he groaned, but kept his feet, watching her carefully. “You’re not going to go off and stop them fighting, and if it’s my duty to keep anyone from interfering. And I can do this all day,” he added, glowering down at her.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“Thinking it is gone is how you damn him……….now remove your hand sir, or I swear I will find a way to cut you from naval to nose.” she warned darkly scaring even herself. Wendy was reminded of staring into the eyes of the man who killed her husband, gun pointed at his heart…… and the realization of how to truly get revenge. That darkness that would stain her soul if she ever fell into it. 

Blake cocked a brow at her threat, and tightened his grip on her, before quickly moving his other hand to her throat, lifting her onto her toes. “What a pretty threat, but I don’t think you have it in you Wendy,” he gnashed the word out through his teeth. “But I do. Do I have to return a threat that will be carried out?” Hook asked, hand tightening round her neck.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Idiotic followers,that comment sent a rage though her she hadn’t expected but why? It wasn’t like she was their mother…. they were children and they didn’t know any better. What was happening here? Wendy knew she had been far from civilized society but this was beyond even that concept of chaos. “I’m not letting James loose what little of his soul he has left.” she said as she went in the opposite direction hoping she’d find Pan & Hook. 

Blake stopped in his tracks at her words, giving a bit of a scoffing laugh, patience tested severely by her. He shook a finger slightly at himself before turning on heel and walking towards her, reaching out to grab her arm. “No, you’re not going to go off and interrupt him right now. If you know him at all, you know his soul is long gone, and thinking otherwise is folly,” he growled, squeezing her arm a little tightly.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“I know exactly what he is and what he’s done.” she said rather openly without recourse of having to explain how she knew of Mary, or Birdie. “I also know what James Hook is and what he is, and what he’s done.”

“I can’t change or fix Peter.” she admits openly. “I can distract him. And so what if I die?” She asked rather pointedly. “Michael is dead. My husband is dead. My family is stars away. So what if I died? There would be one here to mourn for me. Not that it matters one way or another. Revenge….. believe me isn’t the answer and I’m not letting someone else lose their soul to get it.”  

Again, Blake scoffed and shook his head. “You know what? Go ahead, go get yourself in the middle of the Captain and Pan, get yourself killed. I’ve got to go sort out some of his idiotic followers,” he said, feeling like he’d already wasted enough time on this broad. He wasn’t going to stand here and let himself continue to be distracted by her arguing.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Wendy ran her hair through Coopers hair on last time trying to shake the feeling of familiarity but she couldn’t. Before leaving the man and re-entering the streets. “I have slapped men for less….. and your a pirate. I should slap you on principal.” 

Trying to reorient herself to go towards the docks and the bar she couldn’t help but recall her last conversation with James. That sinking feeling she had that something terrible was going to happen, She could slap this pirate and James. 

“Look I don’t even know who you are, and you bloody hell don’t know me so stop judging. You are …… your just as bad as the Captain you serve. Too caught up in killing the boy you don’t even see it.” 

Blake scoffed at her words, not caring for her tone at all. Don’t judge me, but I’m going to judge you, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, go ahead Wendy. Slap me, and see what happens,” he growled, stalking towards the sounds of war near the center of town. “You may have think of Pan as a boy, but I promise, he is anything but human. And you’ve just been trapped by his charms; mothering him will do no good. You’re not the first to think you can fix him, and you’re not going to be the last to die in thinking so if you carry on like this.”

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Wendy hadn’t even realized where they had been heading. Only realizing it to be the whore house once she had set the injured man on the sofa. Kneeling beside to make sure his wounds had not reopened or caused him further injury. She didn’t even feel the need to correct him at calling her Wendy. She was Wendy after all. Looking still at the man who had called her mother, the strings that those few words tugged against her heart made it clear she could no longer hide behind the false pretense of Jill. 

“I’m going to give Peter what he so desperately wants…….” she offered with a smile, looking at the face of a man she feels in her soul she should know. “A mother……. “

Blake stared at Wendy in disbelief; the stories he’d heard of her had never implied that she could be so obtuse. Ignoring what she’d said for a moment, Blake shook himself and talked quietly to Madam Lark, asking her to look after Cooper for them. After making sure that he was cared for, Blake headed towards the door, pushing it open. “Peter doesn’t need a mother,” he scowled, before muttering under his breath. “Need’s a bullet between the eyes.”

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“And you bloody well haven’t asked.” she retorted irritated in her own right. Anger fuming. “I am not some child who needs protecting, and I’m not intending to ask them to play nice. I’m not ignorant of what this war actually is.” No she was far to painfully aware, pride, avarice, mourning, pain, loss, desire, hatred, love. It was all so jumbled it was like no one could even see clearly anymore. Like a haze was clouding reality into dreams…… but what if that was what Neverland was our dreams brought to bear. James nightmares of grief, Peter’s dreams of adventure, Wendy’s dreams of lost love and with Jack finding it anew? 

Grabbing the mans feet she looked up towards the man before her grabbing the armpits of the man she had saved. 

“He called me mother…….” she said looking back down at the man. The thing she had been running from since she arrived, the name she hid from, but what if that’s what she needed to embrace. What if she gave Peter what he wanted…… what he needed….. would things go back to the way they were?

“Didn’t think that now was the time to try and get to know someone,” he grunted as he carried and led the three of them towards the Paradise. The Lost Boys never seemed to go near the whorehouse. He paused at the back door at the woman’s words, blanching a bit. Suddenly it all made sense; the way she talked with Copper, her ridiculous desire to go stand between Hook and Pan, and the clear martyr complex that she was sporting. The fact that he knew that Copper had once gone by the name Slightly, and had fought under Pan’s orders is what sealed it all for him. 

“Tell me, Wendy, just what are you thinking to say to them that would actually do any good for anyone?” He asked, banging his head against the door as a knock. A curtain was moved slightly to the side and Madam Lark opened it quickly for them, and Blake shuffled inside. “Let’s get him to the sofa,” he said, nodding towards the waiting area. It’d been a long time since Blake had stepped foot in the Paradise, not having needed that sort of company in a long while; it was strange to be back again.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“I have a name….” she said softly. Lady… .the Wendy Lady…. it was a weird name that held memories that gripped her especially now looking down on a face she feels like she knew, or should know somehow. 

“And it’s not for you to decide what I can or cannot do. I am so sick of pirates thinking they’re right to abide by some stupid code of honor when ignoring the truth. This war? Is bloody pointless.” 

“It’s chaos and death for sake of chaos on death.” 

“Well, you’ve not told it to me, have you?” Blake asked, irritated greatly by this new task at hand. Because if she was going to get in the way of his father, it was his duty to stop her, and his disappearing during the battle would only allow his father to label him a coward. “It’s not as simple as that, you know? You don’t stop a war by getting between the two parties in the heat of battle and ask them to play nice. That’s just ignorance talking,” Blake seethed, images of trying to stop his father and Pan fighting, knowing he’d never know what had become of his sister if Peter was dead. The blades on either side of his body; the beatings he received from his father for getting in the way; the week he spent in the brig while recovering from his wounds. He was all for Pan’s death now, after finding out that Peter didn’t even remember Birdie, but at the time he too had wanted peace. “If you’re so sick of pirates, what the fuck are you doing in this port anyway, Lady?” he asked rhetorically, and then bent down towards Copper. “Come on. Grab his feet,” he instructed, reaching his hands under the man’s armpits.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“I know exactly who they are pirate.” If that was what he wanted to be then fine. She was no pirate, she was no lost one, she was a mother. She wanted to protect life….. but there was a life right here she could help. Looking down towards where she had seen her brother hoping for some kid of sign, or signal as to what the right choice was. 

“We get him safe…. then I find James and Peter….” 

Blake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “You’re not getting it, lady. If you’re going to get in between the two of them, I’ll have to stop you.” He told her, a warning in his voice. He didn’t like the way that she said his father’s name; it was captain to most everyone, and James to close friends, and whores that warmed his bed. And she wasn’t talking like a whore, and Hook didn’t have many female friends; the ones that claimed to be so knew not to interfere in the battlefield. Blake might’ve hated his father, but he’d not see him disrespected in the middle of a war.

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

“So?” she asked softly to the idea of herself getting hurt. “He got hurt….. needlessly… who are you to say that this should simply be allowed to happen? To run its course when it nearly cost you a friend?”

Blake wouldn’t necessarily call Copper a friend, but he knew what she meant. Still, didn’t stop him from a small crack of a smile forming. “Well, that’s a pirate’s life, Miss,” he tilted his head slightly as he said that. “And that’s the captain. And the leader of the Lost Boys. And you’re not going to come between them in the middle of a battle and try and talk sense. Come, let’s get him to safety.”

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Wendy ran her hand softly against the man she had saved before standing and looking towards Blake. “Someone needs to stop this madness.” she offered with a sigh. “People …… children are getting hurt…. if i find James I find Peter.”  

Blake stood as she did, recognizing that tone. He’d done the same thing in his youth, tried to get through to the both of them at once. He held a hand up, palm out, not wanting to startle her in to running off into the fray. “You’ll only get hurt, or worse,” he finished her sentence for her. “Trust me, there is nothing you can do that will stop this. You have to let it run its course.”

[blake-hook]

motherofnevernever​:

Collapsing to the side as she realized that the man underher was out of the woods she looked over at the man as if she hadn’t quite heard him. A sound came from that direction to be sure, but what he had said was there and gone. “I need to find Hook…….” she decided. Why? She didn’t know. She just knew that Peter…… James…… that they were both in danger she could feel in her bones. 

Blake arched a brow at the woman’s statement, before shaking his head. “The captain has to be around here somewhere, but finding him right now is not in your best interest, trust me,” the young Hook stated. He’d gotten between his father and Pan before, and still had the scars to prove it. “Why do you need to find him?”