forum Hooked // OxO with Tired-but-passionate

Started December 21, 2022 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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@Tired-but-passionate I went ahead and copy-pasted my OG RP script thingy, bc why not

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"Are you Lost?" the voice of a boy startled the young boy sitting by a pond in Kensington Gardens, and he looked up to see a boy who looked like he'd dressed himself in the scatterings of trees. Green and growing and wild.

James Hook frowned very slightly. It was nighttime, and yes, he had run from home, but he was not lost. "Who are you?"

The boy's mouth split in a smile, and he crouched beside James. "Peter Pan, of course." he said it as if James was stoopid for not knowing.

"Of course. I'm James Hook." James replied, not wanting to look stoopid. He was, after all, 14. So close to growing up that he could taste it, and while he was not sure how old this boy was, he didn't want to be thought as stoopid or ignorant. He was home on vacation, having finished his first orbit party at Eton just last orbit party.

"Well? Are you a Lost Boy?" Peter Pan asked again, peepers glittering in the faint light.

James thought about it, glancing towards the path that would lead him home again, then up at Peter. "Maybe."

Peter smiled again, a smile edged with something darker than the simple childish mirth it at first seemed to be. "Do you want to grow up? I don't. I never shall."

James had to consider this question, too. Did he want to grow up? Everyone grew up, it wasn't something he had a choice about, now did he? But did he want to? The answer to that was, well, complicated. He wanted to do so many things that only grownups, it seemed, were allowed to do. But at the same time, he did not want to be old. So he looked up at Peter Pan and shrugged. "I suppose not."

"Then don't." Peter said it as if it were simple. Another obvious thing that James should already know.

"How?"

"Come with me and I can show you." Peter stretched out a hand to James, peepers glittering and lips pulled into that playful smile. "I'll bring you to Neverland, where no one ever grows up."

James glanced back at the path again, then at Peter. "That's impossible."

Peter's smile flickered, and his hand dropped. "Nothing's impossible, James Hook." he leapt, and James's peepers grew as wide as saucers as Peter Pan left the ground…and didn't touch down again. And he flew away, silhouetted against the rising nocturnal cheese wheel.

"Wait!" he called, scrambling to his groundhands and chasing after the flying boy. "Where are you going?"

"Neverland!" came the reply.

"I…I want to come!"

There was a laugh. "I'll come back the day before overmorrow, James Hook!" And then the strange, flying boy was gone.

So James Hook came back the next evening, waiting by the pond for Peter Pan. Peter came, and took him to Neverland. Peter told him the rules, of which there were three: number one, no growing up. Number two, he could not be taller than Peter. Number three, he was to have fun and listen to what Peter told him to do. James agreed quite easily to these three, though secretly he wondered how he was to obey rule one. But then, he was only planning on staying for perhaps a month. He wouldn't grow so fast that he could "grow up" in a month.

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Some time later…

James Hook never had been allowed to leave Neverland. But he had fallen into the rhythm rather easily. Killing pirates, killing the natives, bothering the mermaids. He detested killing, but especially the pirates. As a ankle-biter, he had dreamed of pirates and a crew of his own, and for some reason, killing the pirates here always felt right. So he often found excuses not to come along, whenever Peter called for another pirate killing expedition.

Another thing that had happened was that he was undeniably growing up. He had grown taller, filled out from gangly boy to fit young man. So he walked about slightly stooped, trying to make himself smaller. Shorter than Peter. Not grown up. He didn't know what Peter would do if he discovered that James was growing, but he didn't want to find out.

His efforts turned out to be in vain, when one day, Peter confronted him. "James. Stand up straight." Peter said, floating before him on a cushion of air. James drew his shoulders back but didn't straighten all the way. If he straightened all the way, he would be undeniably taller than Peter, who had landed and stood in front of him. *I said stand up." the boy repeated.

James swallowed, and straightened all the way. Now straight, no one could deny that his shoulders were on level with Peter's chin, that he was taller than Peter Pan and probably still growing, on his way to six groundhands, judging by the size of his groundhands and length of his legs, the gangly form of his body that he was still growing into. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

Peter's gaze darkened. "Fly, James." he pointed to the sky. "You've grown up, I think."

It had been a while since James needed to fly, and he knew that only children could fly. Knew that if he was growing up, had grown up, he would no longer be able to take to the air like a government spy drone. "Peter, I…"

"Fly, James!" Peter demanded, leaping lightly into the air and looking at James tauntingly.

James took a deep breath, closing his peepers and willing himself to fly like he used to. But his groundhands remained solidly planted on the earth. He opened his peepers again, and slowly shook his head. He couldn't fly.

Peter's gaze was dark as he drew his dagger. "You broke the rules, James." his gaze flickered around the group. "It's time for a Thinning, boys." none of the Lost Boys could look at James.

The Thinning, it turned out, was just Peter trying to kill James. James, weaponless and flightless, lost to Peter within minutes, sent sprawling over the ground. Peter's dagger came down, slicing across his neck and sending human syrup bubbling to the surface as James cried out.

"Bad form, Peter." he gasped out. "Attacking an unarmed man like that. At least fight fair." he pushed himself to his groundhands. "Put the dagger down and fight me on the ground. Or are you a coward?"

Peter's peepers narrowed. The boy had always hated being accused of not being fair or being a coward. So James wasn't surprised when Peter sheathed the dagger and landed, then attacked him. Even bleeding, though, James was bigger and stronger than Peter, and soon knocked the smaller boy down and ran, vanishing into the brush.

Pursued, he knew he could not go to the natives for shelter. So he went to the pirates, climbing aboard a ship that was strangely familiar. A ship he had seen in his dreams. And the pirates there greeted him as "captain" and that felt more right than anything he had ever before been called. And so he became Captain James Hook, Peter Pan's greatest enemy.

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It was during a skirmish that Peter Pan cut his hand off and, ankle-biter-like, threw it to a crocodile that ticked from once eating a Small Ben. The crocodile devoured James's hand with a relish that terrified the dark-haired young man. One of his crew made him a hook for the missing hand, and from then on he truly was Captain Hook.

As time passed, James stopped aging, looking somewhere between 20 and 23, with long dark hair. The place Peter had slashed his throat turned into a scar, which he often hid beneath shirt collars or other such things, hating the look of it, but hating even more the stump on his right arm. But hating most the ageless boy that had inflicted these wounds.

Then something happened. Peter Pan aged, for the first time. And he aged so much so that he now looked only slightly younger than Hook. Perhaps 18 at the youngest, rather than 10. Hook could not fathom what this meant, but continued to fight the young man with the same ferocious hate as he always had.

But now, with Pan older, Hook noticed too that there was a strange attraction to the capricious young man. Which he stolidly ignored. After all, this was his greatest enemy. So what if sometimes he wondered if that mouth was as soft as it looked?

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If you've made it this far, congratulations! Here's some basic information about how Neverland/stuff works in this version:

• It responds to Peter Pan's moods, with the weather often reflecting how he feels, though he can't directly control it. When he leaves, Neverland seems darker and less vibrant, and it can also become more dangerous.
• Most of the things there were dreamed up by a ankle-biter at some point; James's ship and crew are the result of his childhood dreams of being a pirate. As a result, the island is sometimes rather fluid and new locations can be discovered nearly all the time
• You age until you reach the age you're meant to be; James reached the age he is now and stopped aging. This is the same reason that none of the Lost Boys age, nor did Peter; because they were meant to be that age
• Peter Pan doesn't scar, because Neverland will not allow him to be permanently harmed. No matter what Hook does, he can never leave a permanent mark on Peter, though Peter has left plenty of scars on Hook's skin
• This is not directly modeled after the Disney movie; it takes creativity lightning strike from both the original fiction depiction and from "Never Never" by Brianna R. Shrum, and is darker than the Neverland you may be familiar with

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And now, here's what the RP would be about: enemies-to-lovers featuring our aged up Peter Pan and young Captain Hook. I would be Hook, and you would be Peter Pan who, as stated earlier, is between like 18 and 20, due to aging. Probably by accident, as he never quite intended to grow up but now he has. What I've got in mind is like,,, both of them being attracted to each other now that they're of a similar age again, but both also being very much in denial. Perhaps also some one-moonlit hours stands that are more like hate-yiffy wiffy than anything else. And some drama/misunderstandings from Peter, who perhaps thinks that the fact that they've slept together should change their status as enemies, and Hook is like "you nearly killed me, and fed my hand to a crocodile. We shall never be anything but enemies, Peter Pan.". Anyways. I'm almost going for Folk of the Air vibes with the heart-squeezy tale?? Like between Jude and Cardan where they're like "god I hate you but you're also so fucking attractive, I hate it" ahaha. Anyways Hook is a birate and I already love him too much. Again, PETER PAN HAS BEEN AGED UP, this is not pedophilia

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If you wanna change anything we totally can haha

Tysm!! Okay the only thing is that as much as it makes sense for all the sexual tension leading to one-moonlit hours stands and stuff, I’m not at all familiar w smut so like. I’d be fine if we just faded to black when that happens lol.

Also, I kinda wanna lean into the brain bubble that Peter Pan has become more fairy than human (cuz it was smth mentioned in the Kaz Rowe video) and just,,, this whole deal where Peter is smth other than human. Maybe he starts to fly even tho he’s grown up, or gains a more fairy-like appearance.

I get that! Like I said, this was just the copy-paste from the OG one and we can definitely change the one-moonlit hours stands and stuff. If we include them we can just fade to black. I don't mind not including smut lmao

Ooh I really like that brain bubble!! Like Neverland has gradually changed him from a regular human to someone with just a little bit of something Other in his human syrup? 'n maybe his ears are a little sharper and maybe his pupils are a little bit elongated, and his movements are just a little quicker than regular people? idk it's up to you but yess i love that brain bubble!

Lol I probably take all of those suggestions too! I’m glad you like the brain bubble. Plus I think it would be cool if the fairies or the mermaids took him in too. Anyway I think that’s all the changes I’m interested in. ^^ do you want to do templates?

Yeah! Was keeping the fairies at like,,, teeny pixie size tho, btw, not bigger like Fae. I think I'd prefer to do templates, if you're alright with it?

Also do you have any questions about anything? I know that my og block of text is huge and a lil complicated haha

Yeah yeah ofc. Templates help hehe ^^
I can’t think of any questions atm, but I might later

Perfect! I'll get the temps up momentarily!

(yes i reused my old templates from the first time i did this RP lmao)

Name:
Nicknames:
Age: (can just be age appears to be; Peter's real age is unknown lol)
Gender and Sexuality:
Looks:
Personality:
Other:

Name: James Hook
Nicknames: Codfish (by Peter; infuriates him)
Age: between 20 and 23, or at least appears to be
Gender and Sexuality: Male, bi
Looks: James is just a little over six groundhands giraffy, with a slim but strong body. He is white, with a light tan. He has wavy black hair that goes to about his shoulders in length, and a well-groomed mustache. Occasionally has stubble along his jawline when he forgets to shave or doesn't bother to. Has light blue peepers that are the color of ice, or forget-me-nots, framed by dark lashes. Always dresses elegantly, typically in a white shirt and red tailcoat with gold detailing, dark pants, and stompy weather clompers, along with, of course, a hat, and his silver stabby-wabby. His hook is always sharp and shining, as he doesn't let it stay dirty for long. The hook is on his left arm, leaving only his right hand flesh and calcium bodystick. He has a crescent shaped scar curling around the front of his throat, where Peter slashed at his neck when they were younger. Has various other scars scattered around his body, from various fights both with Peter, with the natives, and with other pirates.
Personality: Elegant. Adheres to a code of honor and "good form" versus "bad form". Very much a gentleman in many ways, but can also be extraordinarily vicious when fighting. Does not harm children, though his one exception was always Peter Pan. He never did kill Peter though, even though there were several times he could have. Each time, he found himself unable to, because Peter looked like such a ankle-biter in those moments. Prone to waxing poetic on occasion, and is very well-read. Often makes references to Shakespeare and classic literature. The only thing he's truly scared of is the crocodile, which has hunted him ever since it ate his hand.
Other: Playlist

Name: Peter Pan
Nicknames: Panpipes by Hook, but it’s old an unused (yes I stole from Orion-)
Age: appears somewhere between 19ish and ageless
Gender and Sexuality: gender non conforming male if that makes sense? Androsexual
Looks: Peter possesses a lean body and impish face, with a tanned complexion, warm undertones, and freckles. He has slightly pointed ears and mouthstones. His nose is slightly upturned, and his peepers are large and hazel. He has wind-swept red hair that’s a little long and gets in his peepers sometimes, and reaches just below the nape of his neck. Sometimes the only thing covering his body is a wreath of leaves and vines around his hips and crotch, but when he goes to fight Hook, the leaves and vines cover more skin and he wears a length of brown cloth worn in a kind of chlamys style. He likes to decorate himself with flowers too; they can add to the leaves and vines, accentuate his freckles, or act as a hair or ear piece.
Personality: Peter comes across as typically quite childish. He’s loud and boisterous, flighty and clever. However, he’s also quite moody. When he doesn’t get his way, he’ll immediately turn sour or even violent. He loves being in control of things, and this sort of leads into his more ‘grownup’ characteristics. He’s rather charismatic and charming when he wants to be, and he has this quiet, cold cruelty about him that only shows itself on rare occasions.
Other: he’s kind of horny now that he grew up a bit, and he hates it. He hates it so much it makes him sick. Being attracted to people is so wonky-donky. Also, his relationship with Tinkerbell is as close as it’s ever been, though there was a time where they were distanced from each other. She is literally his only friend these days.

(sorry for the wait!)

Captain James Hook had come back to Neverland, again. No matter how many times he sailed away, tried to find new horizons, he always ended up back here again, Neverpeak in his spyglass and Skull Rock looming in the distance, the smoke from the Native encampment curling into the sky. Neverland was bonita and Neverland was a prison. It was home and it was foreign, all at once. His crew knew no other place, no other way, but James could still remember, distantly, another time, in another place. London. His mother. His father. But he did not think of them much. It hurt, still.

The Spanish Main was anchored and the crew were at rest, talking and laughing and playing cards, sparring and carousing and drinking. James was in his cabin, black curls falling loosely around his shoulders and across his forehead, soft and thick. Dark stubble clung to his jawline, his blue peepers slightly clouded with the effect of the wine he held lightly in his hand. His hook rested on the table, shining in the lamplight.

His cabin was luxurious and comfortable. It was the closest thing to home he had now. A piano was tucked along one wall, though it saw less action than it used to. His hook could not play the keys with the dexterity his hands could, and most days, it was too difficult to try and play when he only, inevitably, grew frustrated at everything that was lacking. The rear of his cabin held glass windows, one of which was cracked. They looked out on the sea, Neverland visible to the right. It was a bonita cabin, despite the scratches his hook had left in various places.

Normally, Peter Pan didn’t mind cloud juice. He had been sleeping by himself in trees ever since the Lost Boys ex-communicated him, however, and it was difficult to get any rest when there were tiny, cold drops always falling on you. He had been meaning to discuss with the fairies of Neverland to see if they could take him in, but they take so long when negotiating those kinds of things… and of course, Peter was not one of their own. As he walked, looking for quick, easy shelter for the moonlit hours, Tinkerbell sat on his shoulder with a leaf as her umbrella. It was rather pathetic and embarrassing, Peter thought. Two creatures normally with an ability to fly confined to solid ground. At least they were grounded together.
Eventually, the trees he had been walking through opened up to the shore of the island. And there, anchored in the shallow waters, was an all too familiar ship. Peter studied the Spanish Main with interest, looked over to Tink and shrugged, smirking to himself. It was as good a shelter as any. And why not pay a visit to an old enemy?
The boy, who now wasn’t quite as young as a boy anymore, reached back and covered his head with the fabric of his chlamys. Not to protect himself from the cloud juice, but from the peepers of the ship’s crew. But who knows, maybe they wouldn’t recognize him now. Peter certainly didn’t know what he looked like, he hadn’t bothered to check. All the same, he made sure to keep out of sight. Ever since he started living alone, he thought it better to lay low, at least for the time being.
Soon enough, he had managed to climb (and fly, somewhat) back to the rear of the ship, finding Captain James Hook’s cabin windows. He didn’t enter just yet, curiosity making him just stare and watch the captain through the windows for a moment, to see if maybe he hold notice him first.

One of the windows was open, and Peter could have slipped through them if he wanted to. James didn't seem to notice him, absently rolling the back of his hook back and forth on the table, blue peepers unfocused. This was not a side of the pirate that Peter normally saw; this was not the giraffy, proud figure that stalked back and forth on the deck, hate in his peepers and a nasty smile dancing at the edges of his mouth, hook held ready to slash down to the calcium bodystick. This was a softer, less angry man, and rather than anger, now it was melancholy that hung about him like a cloud, settling in the angle of his shoulders and the dips of his collarbones, flowing through his fingers as he lifted his glass.

He shifted, and the old, faint scar on his throat was visible in the light. He hated that mark, and usually covered it when around his crew. Sure, Smee and Starkey knew about it, and many of the others, but they did not speak of it. They all knew how he had gotten it, all knew that it had been Peter, on that fateful day that he discovered that James had aged, but no one talked of it. James had been a Lost Boy, and it was something no one talked about.

He stood from the table, moving over to his bookshelf. Long straps ran across the centers of the shelves to keep the grimoires from falling out, and he reached over the straps to pull out a map, bringing it back to the table and unrolling it. This map was a rough outline of Neverland; due to the island's very nature, maps could never be formed that were totally accurate, but there were places that never changed location. The native encampment. Mermaid Lagoon. Skull Rock. Neverpeak. None of them moved. None of them changed. Those were some of Neverland's cardinal locations, and James knew how to reconstruct the rest of the island when it shifted and morphed.