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dancing_salome, gacked from lilly_rose, and I thought it could be fun to do here as well.
The first three people (I change the rules here, I’ll do it for everyone who responds) who see see this and respond, name me a fandom we have in common. And I'll write a three hundred word shortie of their choice for said fandom.
And here are the 300-word drabbles I wrote over there. Nothing over PG.
Forxombixkittenx
Ichabod couldn't really explain what had compelled to creep out in the middle of the night and return to the nightmarish place where the Hessian's grave where. He was deadly afraid of the dark, had always been, but now he stumbled away through the wood, hear beating fast and hard. Every sound, every movement made him jump, and it occurred to her that perhaps this wasn't real, just a nightmare, and in reality he was sleeping soundly in a comfortable bed. The thought was reassuring, even if he knew that he wasn't dreaming, not really.
The gravesite where as they had left it- earth quickly thrown back to cover the headless skeleton. Ichabod leaned against a tree so he could see the clearing, and the twisted trunk that grew over the buried body. The night was cool, and he could feel something close to expectation in his mind. He was clearly waiting.
Then it happened, as quickly and as horrifying as the first time. The earth shuddered and moaned and out of it the Headless Horseman sprung, terrifying solid for being a ghost. He was real, despite the years Ichabod had denied that any such thing could walk among the living.
The horse stopped at Ichabod's side, and the rider turn to the man. His breath stopped as the broadsword moved in the air, but it didn't strike. The tip of it just touched Ichabod's breast, just where his heart was, before travelling downwards, so lightly that the fabric wasn't even ripped. Then the Hessian disappeared, in search for his next victim.
But of that Ichabod Crane knew nothing, as had fainted when the sword had reached his crotch. He never noticed the faint amusement in the Hessian's movements as he lay oblivious, and that was probably for the best.
Forjapanpeterpan
“But you are old! Too old.”
“I'm not old,” Hook answered patiently. “I'm just older than you.”
“Yes. Old.”
Hook started to get a little irritated. The brats smile made him go for the sword, only to remember that he had already put it down on the ground. Instead he started to un-button his waistcoat in jerky and hurried movements. He was going to show certain NN that Captain James Hook wasn't too old.
The waistcoat was finally opened, and he shrugged both it and the coat from his shoulder. Smee quickly caught them before the garments fell to the ground. Hook lost his patience with the smaller buttons in his shirt and simply ripped it open with his hook. He caught a glimpse of the boy's face and saw that the annoying smile wavered a little at the sight of the Captain's powerful muscles. Hook allowed himself a small smirk of his own; Oh yes, he was going to wipe that smirk on the youths face away.
Then he sighed. What had possessed him to go along with this in the first place? True, the island was very boring when Peter Pan was away, but this! This was hardly a dignified way for him to behave. Still he had been challenged, and now he had to owe up. He placed himself in a suitable position, ignoring the titters from the small crowd behind him. Stupid children, he would have to deal with them later, but for now he had to think about winning.
”Ready, set. Go!” Another Lost Boy shouted, and with a heavy heart, but a determined step, Captain Hook set out to be the first to reach the cliff. He was not going to let any pesky little boy win over him in a sprinting contest.
Forlilly_rose
”May I have the honour to dance with you?”
”Oh, my card... But- yes.”
Why Wendy accepted the stranger, despite have a partner for every dance at the ball, she couldn't say. She left her cavalier gaping and whirled away, only knowing that the stranger had such blue eyes that she had forgotten everything else.
He led her surely, his arm pressing against her back, a little too close, but Wendy found that she didn't mind. She glanced at him, but when she did he swirled her around so her head spun and she couldn't tell how he looked, just leaving the impression of a handsome face, dark hair and those wonderful blue eyes. She became breathless, gasped, and then breathed cool night air. He had danced her away from the crowded room, and they were in the garden. Now, in the light of the moon she did recognise him,. but she wasn't afraid, though she ought to have been.
”What do you want, Captain Hook?” she asked, and his arm around her tightened, an arm that she knew didn't ended with a hand.
”I just want what you gave to him. Just that little thing.”
”But I gave it to Peter, it's gone now.”
”It came back, haven't you noticed? It flew from his mouth when he forgot you and returned. You can give it away again, if you chose.”
There was a pang of pain at the thought of Peter forgetting her, but hadn't she gladly embraced womanhood in the end? And hadn't she once, even if only for seconds, thought of giving her kiss to the lonely Captain?
She had a kind heart, Wendy, and the most fearsome of pirates left the garden with her kiss twinkling on his mouth, and a promise of more, if he would return.
Forkieran_aisling
The rule of the game, for as long as anyone could remember, had always been the same; Pan won. Hook tried of course, it wouldn’t have been much fun if he had acknowledged his eternal defeat, but the rule was still that by the end of the day, Peter Pan was the one with the upper hand.
Therefore the surprise when Hook stumbled over the boy in a glade, and took hold of him before anyone had time react, was as big for the man as it was for the boy. The Captain shook his captive, unsure of what to do. There had been no fight- Peter had been happily munching berries when Hook came, and had not had time to see him.
There was much screaming of course, Pan was quite angry, and perhaps somewhat embarrassed, but no fight to talk about. After all, Hook was a grown man, and when he finally had a grip around Peter’s thin arms, the boy could not break it.
Hook lifted the boy so they was eye to eye, staring at each other. In the Captain’s mind he could hear the words bad form, and he knew that to kill a defenceless child was indeed that.
Too easy, Hook thought. Too-boring? He felt neither triumph nor excitement. Pan’s screams cut into his ears and he could already feel a throbbing headache start to throb behind his ears. No, he didn’t really felt that this was very satisfying at all.
It was with some regret, but mostly relief, that Hook released his grip, and Peter Pan scurried away. After all, it was the Hook deal to lose, and it wouldn’t do to win, especially not this easy. He returned to his ship, already hatching a new glorious plan to capture the never-growing boy.
dancing_salome, gacked from lilly_rose, and I thought it could be fun to do here as well.The first three people (I change the rules here, I’ll do it for everyone who responds) who see see this and respond, name me a fandom we have in common. And I'll write a three hundred word shortie of their choice for said fandom.
And here are the 300-word drabbles I wrote over there. Nothing over PG.
For
xombixkittenxIchabod couldn't really explain what had compelled to creep out in the middle of the night and return to the nightmarish place where the Hessian's grave where. He was deadly afraid of the dark, had always been, but now he stumbled away through the wood, hear beating fast and hard. Every sound, every movement made him jump, and it occurred to her that perhaps this wasn't real, just a nightmare, and in reality he was sleeping soundly in a comfortable bed. The thought was reassuring, even if he knew that he wasn't dreaming, not really.
The gravesite where as they had left it- earth quickly thrown back to cover the headless skeleton. Ichabod leaned against a tree so he could see the clearing, and the twisted trunk that grew over the buried body. The night was cool, and he could feel something close to expectation in his mind. He was clearly waiting.
Then it happened, as quickly and as horrifying as the first time. The earth shuddered and moaned and out of it the Headless Horseman sprung, terrifying solid for being a ghost. He was real, despite the years Ichabod had denied that any such thing could walk among the living.
The horse stopped at Ichabod's side, and the rider turn to the man. His breath stopped as the broadsword moved in the air, but it didn't strike. The tip of it just touched Ichabod's breast, just where his heart was, before travelling downwards, so lightly that the fabric wasn't even ripped. Then the Hessian disappeared, in search for his next victim.
But of that Ichabod Crane knew nothing, as had fainted when the sword had reached his crotch. He never noticed the faint amusement in the Hessian's movements as he lay oblivious, and that was probably for the best.
For
japanpeterpan“But you are old! Too old.”
“I'm not old,” Hook answered patiently. “I'm just older than you.”
“Yes. Old.”
Hook started to get a little irritated. The brats smile made him go for the sword, only to remember that he had already put it down on the ground. Instead he started to un-button his waistcoat in jerky and hurried movements. He was going to show certain NN that Captain James Hook wasn't too old.
The waistcoat was finally opened, and he shrugged both it and the coat from his shoulder. Smee quickly caught them before the garments fell to the ground. Hook lost his patience with the smaller buttons in his shirt and simply ripped it open with his hook. He caught a glimpse of the boy's face and saw that the annoying smile wavered a little at the sight of the Captain's powerful muscles. Hook allowed himself a small smirk of his own; Oh yes, he was going to wipe that smirk on the youths face away.
Then he sighed. What had possessed him to go along with this in the first place? True, the island was very boring when Peter Pan was away, but this! This was hardly a dignified way for him to behave. Still he had been challenged, and now he had to owe up. He placed himself in a suitable position, ignoring the titters from the small crowd behind him. Stupid children, he would have to deal with them later, but for now he had to think about winning.
”Ready, set. Go!” Another Lost Boy shouted, and with a heavy heart, but a determined step, Captain Hook set out to be the first to reach the cliff. He was not going to let any pesky little boy win over him in a sprinting contest.
For
lilly_rose”May I have the honour to dance with you?”
”Oh, my card... But- yes.”
Why Wendy accepted the stranger, despite have a partner for every dance at the ball, she couldn't say. She left her cavalier gaping and whirled away, only knowing that the stranger had such blue eyes that she had forgotten everything else.
He led her surely, his arm pressing against her back, a little too close, but Wendy found that she didn't mind. She glanced at him, but when she did he swirled her around so her head spun and she couldn't tell how he looked, just leaving the impression of a handsome face, dark hair and those wonderful blue eyes. She became breathless, gasped, and then breathed cool night air. He had danced her away from the crowded room, and they were in the garden. Now, in the light of the moon she did recognise him,. but she wasn't afraid, though she ought to have been.
”What do you want, Captain Hook?” she asked, and his arm around her tightened, an arm that she knew didn't ended with a hand.
”I just want what you gave to him. Just that little thing.”
”But I gave it to Peter, it's gone now.”
”It came back, haven't you noticed? It flew from his mouth when he forgot you and returned. You can give it away again, if you chose.”
There was a pang of pain at the thought of Peter forgetting her, but hadn't she gladly embraced womanhood in the end? And hadn't she once, even if only for seconds, thought of giving her kiss to the lonely Captain?
She had a kind heart, Wendy, and the most fearsome of pirates left the garden with her kiss twinkling on his mouth, and a promise of more, if he would return.
For
kieran_aislingThe rule of the game, for as long as anyone could remember, had always been the same; Pan won. Hook tried of course, it wouldn’t have been much fun if he had acknowledged his eternal defeat, but the rule was still that by the end of the day, Peter Pan was the one with the upper hand.
Therefore the surprise when Hook stumbled over the boy in a glade, and took hold of him before anyone had time react, was as big for the man as it was for the boy. The Captain shook his captive, unsure of what to do. There had been no fight- Peter had been happily munching berries when Hook came, and had not had time to see him.
There was much screaming of course, Pan was quite angry, and perhaps somewhat embarrassed, but no fight to talk about. After all, Hook was a grown man, and when he finally had a grip around Peter’s thin arms, the boy could not break it.
Hook lifted the boy so they was eye to eye, staring at each other. In the Captain’s mind he could hear the words bad form, and he knew that to kill a defenceless child was indeed that.
Too easy, Hook thought. Too-boring? He felt neither triumph nor excitement. Pan’s screams cut into his ears and he could already feel a throbbing headache start to throb behind his ears. No, he didn’t really felt that this was very satisfying at all.
It was with some regret, but mostly relief, that Hook released his grip, and Peter Pan scurried away. After all, it was the Hook deal to lose, and it wouldn’t do to win, especially not this easy. He returned to his ship, already hatching a new glorious plan to capture the never-growing boy.