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Capturing Her Pirate Princess

Title: Capturing Her Pirate Princess
Author: Kat Lee
Fandoms: Peter Pan/Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Wendy/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: comment_fic: Pirates of the Caribbean/Peter Pan, Elizabeth Swann +/ Wendy Darling, pretty dresses and pirate ships requested by reeby10
Warning(s): Crossover, AU, [Spoiler (click to open)]Evil!Pan
Word Count: 1,240
Date Written: 19 June 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.





She woke to find herself being stared at by a pair of deep, unblinking, brown eyes. For the first time in more years than she cared to remember, being watched didn’t send a terrifying chill down her spine. Instead she blinked her eyes slowly and reached across her new Captain’s pillows for her hand. When the other woman took her hand, she didn’t hesitate to thread their fingers together. “Why are you watching me?” she asked softly.

“You’re so good,” Elizabeth whispered. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was dreaming. You’re almost too good to be true.” She blushed and lowered her eyes from the girl she’s just recently rescued. “I know it’s cliche,” she murmured, “but it’s true.”

“And?” Wendy asked, knowing that was not the end of her story. She’d told plenty enough stories in her time already to know when a tale was done and when it was not.

“And everything good and beautiful never lasts in my life.”

Wendy squeezed her hand gently. “Well, I would like to last,” she said, “and I’ve been known to be quite determined.”

“What were you doing out here at sea any way?” Elizabeth whispered. It’s not the first time she’s asked the question, but every time she has, such emotions have passed over Wendy’s lovely face that she hasn’t prodded the issue. “I mean, I used to dream of pretty dresses and Pirate ships when I was a girl, but I’m the only one I’ve ever known who did.”

“You’re not the only one,” Wendy whispered quickly.

“I’m beginning to understand that,” Elizabeth responded, a quick smile chasing over her face, “but there’s more to your story than that. Won’t you tell me?” she asked, tugging on her hand.

Wendy rolled closer to her. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her, but even her strong arms around her still could not make the aging woman feel safe. “There is a story,” she whispered admittingly. “It is a good story and a true story but a terrifying story, and I hesitate to speak it.”

“I’d love to hear it,” Elizabeth said, “and I doubt you can scare me. I’ve fought everything from mermaids to the undead in these waters.”

“This thing . . . “ Wendy let herself shudder as she remembered the creature with whom she had fallen in love. “He’s worse, far worse, than anything of that sort.”

“Really? My first husband died, and when he came back to life, he was in love with the Pirate Captain who taught me how to sail. I thought I’d end up with one or the other of them, but neither proved to be what I thought they were. Was his type of evil something like that?”

“Oh, no, not at all. Love isn’t evil, Captain Swann -- “

“Call me Elizabeth,” she whispered.

Wendy slowly raised her eyes to gaze up into Elizabeth’s. Their gaze locked and held as she spoke fervently, “Love is never evil. It may not always be what we think it is, but it is never evil. Sometimes, however, under certain circumstances, we can be made to feel things that we think are love but are actually . . . spells of a type.”

“This thing, did he enspell you?”

“Yes, for a very long time. I lost my brothers to him. I lost my family to him. I lost my world to him.”

“And he is the reason why you were in the waters thrashing about without any sign of a ship when we found you?”

“Yes. I had managed to steal some pixie dust and was trying to find my way home. He found me and thought to drown me. To be honest, I’m surprised he wasn’t still there, crowing as he made certain I died.”

Feeling her shiver, Elizabeth wrapped her arms more tightly around her small frame. “Well, Wendy Darling,” she promised, “if he shows, you can rest assured I will run him through.”

“Oh no! You mustn’t fight him! No adult ever wins against the -- “ She stopped herself barely from saying his name. “ -- against that creature! No adult ever will.”

“You can not expect me to let you go without a fight,” Elizabeth declared, “for I certainly will not!”

“I pray he does not find me, my Captain. If he does, before we even know he is here, the crew will be slaughtered, and you and I will be next.”

Elizabeth lifted Wendy’s hand and carried it down to the sword she still wore strapped to her leg even as this late hour. She never took it off; she never even slept or bathed without it, not after everything that had happened with Will, Norrington, Jack, and Barbossa. She would never be caught defenseless again. “Perhaps it’s time I teach you how to fight,” she said as she slided Wendy’s hand slowly down the shining, steel blade.

“You are not listening to me!” Wendy cried instead, starting to pull away. “No adult can win against him!”

Elizabeth caught her hand and brought her back to her. Gazing into her eyes, she told her sternly, “There is a way to win against every enemy. We will find how to beat yours if he ever shows.”

“Oh, I pray he does not!”

“Shush,” Elizabeth whispered softly as she kissed Wendy’s forehead. “Let us not allow such horrible men to steal the quality of our time together.”

It was Wendy who blushed lightly this time. Elizabeth leaned her forehead against hers and gazed steadfastly into her eyes as she told her, “I have never experienced what I felt with you in the last few days with any other, man or woman, Wendy Darling. I would like to keep you at my side forever, or at least as long as I shall live.”

She felt another shiver pass through her and tightened her grip around her. One day, she would learn to trust her. One day, she would learn she was safe again, and this creature, whatever it was, if he followed her would be slain the moment he appeared. Elizabeth would see to it just as she had stopped so many other evils throughout her years of being the Pirate Queen. Leadership was not all jolly benefits. It held certain responsibilities too, and this thing could not be allowed to live as long as he terrorized women so, especially as long as he terrorized Wendy.

“That is the first time,” Wendy breathed shakily, “that forever has sounded beautiful, but I fear it is rather hopeless, my Queen.”

“Nothing is hopeless, Wendy. If I teach you nothing else, I will teach you that. There is always hope.” She kissed her and began to caress her back, her skillful hands steadily gliding lower. “For now, let us see if we can not release some of your tension, shall we?” She didn’t give Wendy a chance to answer this time. She kissed her, caressed her, and made slow, intimate love to her.

When she was finished with this girl, she would be hers forever, and she would never again remember the terror that that man had evoked in her. His hold over her would be gone much as Jack’s and Will’s hold over Elizabeth had long ago been shattered. She smiled as she turned her onto her back, never once letting up with her passionate kisses. She at last had her Pirate Princess in this one, and she was never going to let her go.


The End
Tags: crossover, crossover fic, peter pan: wendy, potc: elizabeth
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