#hookdust

I once had a hyperfixation on Descendants, and at that time I learned that Hookdust (Captain Hook x The Pirate Fairy) existed. There's a headcanon that Peter Pan is the son of both of them.

I know it might be weird, but their very existence is unusual in the fairy world, but not impossible. It turns out that while I was looking up types of fairies, I stumbled across a definition of "Lamias," a type of Basque fairy (there are many magical creatures called lamias).

''In Basque mythology, lamias (lamiak or laminak) are mythological spirits often described with duck-like feet, fish tails, or the claws of some kind of bird. Almost always female, of extraordinary beauty, they live in rivers and springs, where they usually comb their long hair with coveted golden combs. They are usually friendly, and the only way to anger them is to steal their combs. It is also said that they have helped men in the construction of dolmens, cromlechs, and bridges.'' Wikipedia

So, based on these definitions, it occurred to me that lamias are protective fairies and very territorial with their lands; they have a chimerical appearance of various animals, since they usually have bestial appearances. The existence of a lamia is a rarity, since there is usually one in each fairy territory, and rarely does a lamia give birth to another. Now, for this to happen, the birth of a new lamia is in case the latter does not fulfill her duty, is very old, and even if she has died. The lamias known to exist are: Gruff and Maleficent.

And what does Descendants and Peter Pan have to do with all this? Well, it turns out that after looking for this information, I started imagining Peter Pan as a Lamia and designed his monstrous form based on Frankenspete (I didn't want to see too much of that aberrant form, but the only thing I could distinguish from that form is that it had a cat's head and a rat's tail, and I only used that to create a much better design? Anyway, the only good thing about the Chip and Dale movie is that they gave us an adult Peter Pan that can be shipped with Wendy without guilt).

Now you wonder, about the mini wings of Peter's beastly form? Well, it turns out that he was born with a malformation in his wings, coming out completely wrinkled and small, apparently making him unable to fly.

And little Peter saw all the fairies every time his mother took him to Pixie Hollow and felt envious of not being able to fly like them. So Zarina taught him to fly without needing his wings, she taught him through happy thoughts and she taught him the fairy saying.

"All you need to fly is trust, faith and pixie dust"

So he taught her to fly by giving her pixie dust until she learned to fly without needing it (Literally happy thoughts are her prosthesis).

Throughout Peter's childhood, until he stopped growing at age 12, he was cared for by fairies, especially Tinkerbell, who was his favorite nanny when Zarina was often away. She was one of his maternal figures, even a second mother to him.

Hook knew that Peter was his son, but over time, he had gone crazy. But deep down, he loved his son and was very proud of him for his evilness (Many Disney villains would want their children to be evil). Although it couldn't be at the cost of his hand… but, well, details…

Everything was normal in Neverland, but one day everything changed. It turns out that a war had broken out, one that could possibly reach the gates of Neverland. Especially the pursuit of the villains, then on the shore of the beach, boats from the Jolly Rogers appear with some crew members and were there children and teenagers there too? It turns out that the pirates wanted to enter the war but did not want the children of the crew to be involved (They are the pirates from the Disney Junior series, Jake and his crew and the other lost boys that Disneyfied) and they really wanted to reach a truce in which Peter Pan and the lost boys would give them shelter while they were gone, but it was also something that would turn Peter's world upside down… He finds out that he is the son of Captain Hook, and his father, in a moment of lucidity, tells him that he is proud of him and that he loves him, so he can give him his sword as an inheritance. Hook would look away to see something in the distance, there was Zarina and the rest of the fairies watching the scene; The pirate fairy silently approaches Hook and his son to reach out and touch his face, looking at him with love, feeling that this is the last time they could see each other… And then she looks at her former lover who had an old blue tunic on his hook. "I guess we'll be back to our old ways, Captain?" And after the crew members said goodbye to their sons and didn't look back, they arrive at the Jolly Rogers, never to return…

This changes Peter's reality, and he begins to assume greater responsibilities that only make him grow… It turns out that during the capture of the villains, King Adam, along with his wife Queen Belle, thanks to the Fairy Godmother, found their way to Neverland to find a ruler in these lands, and Peter Pan was chosen to be the king for being the hero. The plan was simple: they wanted to find a puppet king in this magical land and rule the creatures who live there (they can't take away their magic, otherwise they'll die). But it turns out that Peter is very difficult to manipulate, although he also wanted to take advantage of the fact that the boy didn't know how to rule a kingdom. Until Queen Clarion intervened and she took over the regency of Neverland until he came of age (Adam knew he was the boy who didn't want to grow up, so he hoped he would be his regent for a long time…).

Peter Pan, King of Neverland, is crowned in Pixie Hollow, the center of Neverland. All the inhabitants witness his coronation, officiated by the most powerful being: The Blue Fairy…

Peter's coronation outfit is an elegant green suit that his father, Captain Hook, gave his son in one of his lucid moments to stop him from wearing tights. He has never worn it but wants to. He also wears a cape that all the inhabitants of Neverland made for him, representing each of them.

Tinks will be even more overprotective because of this, losing her friend (taking into account that they included Anastasia when she had her redemption arc), and more than once they tried to take Hook's sword from him, and he refused (Many think it was due to a "twisted arrogance" to keep his villain's trophy, but it's more likely to conceive something of his father).

Unexpectedly, Peter Pan began to grow, all of this made him mature by having these responsibilities and over time, he began to stop being more than just friends with the lost boys in his care and became more of a father figure, even officially adopting them as his children. When he assumed the throne everyone expected him to be irresponsible, that he wouldn't be a good king and would make a mess that "the king of Auradon would have to intervene" but in the end Peter ended up being a good king and ended up turning Neverland into a refuge for all magical creatures who don't want to give up their magic, managing the royal resources and treaties well, surprising everyone… after all he has the best teacher…

By the time the VKs began to be born, he was one of the first to advocate for the release of those children, especially since some of them were his siblings, and many agreed with them, but others were also against it; they never get to a point, I can see someone forming an argument about why it's cruel to keep the children on the island and someone comes and interrupts and everything in the end they come to nothing and it makes Peter resent them for their hypocrisy for not fixing this (Many who had criminal pasts like Aladdin) making it just a huge conflict that lasts for years until the royal decree of Prince Ben. Many people tend to be unaware of Peter's past as the son of villains, but even those who know his origins tend to forget it. This situation, especially, really angers him, and he feels helpless towards those children. One day, while leaving the council, he went for a walk to smoke (it's canon that he smokes?). He meets Wendy again, and the sparks begin again.

She always loved him and, in the end, she had resigned herself to moving on. She doesn't expect to see him as an adult again. Normally, Peter only leaves Neverland for the Auradon council, but after the reunion, he started returning more often.

But there was a problem: Wendy was engaged to Edward Stuart (Jane and Danny's father), and a marital rivalry began to develop between the two.

Until finally, Wendy was forced to marry Edward, but Peter ended up interrupting the wedding. (Referencing Hook 1991, Wendy wanted Peter to interrupt her wedding, but he didn't.)

And finally they get married and Wendy is crowned Queen of Neverland and becomes stepmother to the lost boys as well as both have Jane and Danny (Let's say that some time later the lost boys end up growing up since in the end they have parents who love them).

By the time Core 4 arrive in Auradon, Peter begins to say his ancestry every time he can.

James had always been a little too good at pretending he was happy. Par for the course, considering his history. Even now, as he ran a brush through his captain's hair, he was surely faking that same, happy grin on his face. The smile curled up so naturally, his big eyes gazed so softly, and his brow knitted, tenderly, just enough to show his... care... for his dear captain, Zarina. And it was care, technically. Although, perhaps, it is a word to be used delicately. The word felt dangerous, like a silk ribbon uncomfortably tight around his throat. No, while he admitted she was at least enchanting and beautiful, in truth, James found that he nearly hated her. This care was less a care of love and friendship, but more akin to the care of a hunter. The cautious tracing of fingers over the dirt tracks of prey, as his own fingers traced her freckles. The precise timing of breathing as to listen for movement, as he himself tried to still his own fluttering heart. The hungry, unblinking watching and waiting to strike, as he himself pondered his options. And, of course, that final pounce, that fatal sinking of teeth, the care of one eating and spilling as little as possible, as James himself finally hinted at his own hungry, deadly devotion.

"Captain? May I say... if it's not too bold..." he paused as he set down his brush, carefully forming his thoughts as he began braiding her almond hair. Zarina, frankly lost in the relaxing grooming, finally opened her eyes with a hum.

"What is it?" She yawned. Her hazel eyes fluttered as her brain shifted its focus. It proved difficult: this body ached, and his touch felt so safe and soothing and easy. As easy as drawing a blanket up to your chin in the cold. As easy as being at home. But when it did refocus, she noticed his face, his smile, had finally come back. That same sweet smile he always wore, but it carried something different lately. No doubt that was her fault; the past few days had been a lot to take in. Her discovery of the wishing dust, her sudden growth and humanity, the setbacks in the search for blue dust; this was the first real moment alone they'd had in almost a week. Only days ago, everything had been normal. She was still tiny, and they still talked every night... and she was still confused as to why he wouldn't just sleep here in the cabin as he always had before. He looked so shocked, almost angry that day. He hadn't acted sad or disappointed, but everything had been so tense. Perhaps tonight was a good time to ask... Him first, for now.

"James?" She cooed, catching herself fearing his unusual silence.

How just like her, how haughty a yawn, with that honey drowned voice she put on whenever she spoke to him in private. She treated him with such matter of fact tenderness, such infuriating distance most of the time. How he hated that. But he swallowed that hate, chasing it with a little of his pride and an actual nervous gulp, because he needed tonight to go smoothly. His plan had been the same from the beginning, ever since this prissy little pixie demanded that she be the captain of these hopeless sods. Gain her trust, let her do all the work and magic and research while he acted as the real voice of command, plant the seeds of mutiny, wait, tear her down the moment the blue dust works, and plunder the world below in an uncatchable ship. But after this week? No, after this long, long year? ....how dare she be anything but an obstacle in his way. How dare this little cunt worm her way into his head. ...Into is chest...

His brown eyes faked shyness and flicked away from hers. Only his fingers, hurrying to clasp off the braid, gave away a clue of his real agitation. Tonight, he needed to know how exactly he could alter his plans. Was all still as it was, or was it now smarter to remain at the right hand? Would the mutiny still hold water, and if not, how then would he get rid of her? He looked up again to speak, but Zarina, infuriatingly, cut him off.

"Really quick though, you're sleeping in here again tonight, right?"

"I-.... pardon?"

"You've been sleeping in a broom closet for like three days. That can't be comfortable! You always sleep in here."

No... no fucking way that she was actually asking such a thing. And so casually!

"W-well this new... body is ...much to adjust to. I'd imagine. I ... took the initiative and assessed that perhaps you needed to um..." The unseen silk ribbon tightened. "Take some time to get in touch with this... new you!" His smile grew crooked and embarrassed as his eyes lowered in secondhand shame. She always made him feel like a fool, but THIS was a new emotion altogether. Not knowing what to do with his hands, or any of himself, he clasped the back of her chair to lean slightly. A poor attempt at seeming nonchalant while panic bit him every time his knuckles brushed her speckled skin.

"You dont know the half of it. I was prepared for the crazy scale change but the dizziness? I don't think it's even really gone, haha." Zarina let herself relax again, not at all aware of the tension in the room. She picked up her cigar from the vanity and took a long drag, but her eyes caught him in the mirror. He allowed his face to rest into a more honest expression. Drops of fear, anguish, uncertainty, and irritated confusion bled from his thinned lips like an overfull bowl. What's his deal, she thought, her own fear rearing its head, does he ...does he not like that I'm human now? But Zarina was too comfortable to spiral in negative thoughts. And she trusted that, as always, hed be honest with her.

"But I can't help but notice that you act... different now. No sugar coating it, you hate this new size, dont you?" With a smile, she lifted the cigar as an offering. James blinked at it, nearly caught off guard before quietly taking the roll in his fingers. He could only stare at the lipstick stain rung around it for a moment, trying his best to ignore his tumultuous brain growling like a mad, starving stomach. Then, a sharp breath, like a tiger hearing a snap of twigs and hooves; a gnawing growing violent in his chest, an idea that had electrocuted his mind the moment he caught his fingers tracing the freckles of her shoulders. Tonight, perchance, he very well could taste the meal for which he starved. He finally let his smile fall.

"That couldn't be farther from the truth, captain." He took a drag of the Jamaican roll, lips pressed exactly along where shed left her lipstick like a first drink of precious water. Then he sighed, presenting it back to her with the respect of a waiter bringing out the wine. She took it back and gaffawed.

"Yeah? You're all depressed because you just adore the new look? Right. That makes sense." She took another drag through mocking teeth and turned around in her chair, watching him walk over to the window side of the bed. She had no idea that he'd mentally called her a bitch at the comment. She probably had no idea that his hands had started shaking.

"No it is the truth, captain." He sat down and shifted as to rest an elbow on a propped up knee. At once he played up his saccharine meekness, that gentlemanly bashfulness that would surely draw his hunt closer.

"I want things to be as they were... and I adore our friendship. But...." a nervous glance, a deep breath. "But it was easy to merely play my part when you were a fairy. I never had a chance to be yours, merely your lowly cabin boy. Even if I had a chance to be... to call you mine... our sheer difference would never had let things work." A heavy silence fell over the cabin, and he locked eyes with his now startled captain.

" But now... now there is no such difference. And what's worse, you... " he couldn't bear to look at her for such an embarrassing confession. James turned almost his whole body to the windows. "I'm only a man." He pleaded. "And you are more beautiful to me now than you ever were." He'd been taught by the best; a woman can be tricked into anything, with the trap of one's own vulnerability. But all the same, a terror gripped him. Bastard opportunist though he was, deep down, he really was quite shy. That's why he nearly jumped when he felt the mattress shift.

"Mine? Your- hum. So that's what this is all about." She'd put out the cigar and slid from the chair to the edge of the four posted queen. She nervously fiddled with the new braid in her hair and crossed her legs under her cotton shift. For a moment, the tension returned in full force before finally, the spell was broken.

"James-"

"I know, I know. I forget myself." He stood from the bed and began his duty straightening up the room. "But I can keep no secrets from my captain now, can I?" Whether this was part of his game or whether he had talked himself out of the idea was totally unclear even to him. Hungry as he was, he couldn't afford to drop his act, and he only now considered the possibility of rejection, a possibility that repulsed him.

"James -"

"As for um.. well if you want me to sleep in here I can, perhaps if I may have a pillow-"

"JAMES." A firm hand pounced and locked onto his arm, startling him more than her sudden bark. The pair locked eyes, hers fierce, his scared and hungry, and she forcefully pulled him closer. She was only as tall as his chest, and as she sat on the bed she was even shorter to him still. But in spirit, in authority, she towered over him. His anger flared again, but not as boldly or as bright as his anxiety...or his excitement. Her hand released his arm, only to slowly draw down and clasp his strong, trembling hand. No act could hide his hitching breath.

"James?"

"...y-Yes? ..Captain?"

"Why do you think of all the things I could have wished for..." her face shifted from sternness to a smug, sly smile. "I choose to wish for this?"

"...............................ah"

The statement peirced his brain like an arrow of lightning, or like a dinner bell. For a moment, he was too shocked to even act, but then, oh then, he was almost too ravenous to think. Almost. James closed his eyes and let out a deep and shaky sigh before falling gracefully to a kneel, so dizzy from her revaluation that he dared to rest his forehead on her knees. He couldn't stop the chuckles that bubbed up from within him. She wanted this (wanted HIM!!!) and he had her right where he fucking wanted her; the table was set for a feast. He hadn't let go of her hand, clasping it with both of his as to uphold what little of his coy act that he could in this state. And after he'd wrestled back control of himself, he finally looked up and swallowed, smiling ear to ear.

"Well, well..." his breath fell heavily like a lion dragging off its kill. "I suppose you don't have any... new orders for me?"

"Orders? No." Zarina smugly leaned back, a king on a throne, amused at the dinner layed before her, and those big brown eyes just begging for a taste. She giggled wryly and spread her legs apart. "But I do have a few ideas..."