Fanfic Recs by coprime

A Hundred Years Ago (Peter/James, Wendy | PG13 | 5,434 words) has Wendy going through Peter's memories. Which sounds odd but is explained, and the story has the same feel as the book-- magical and like an adult fairy tale.

Excerpt:
A boy -- that tall one she'd seen twice before, with the blue eyes and pale skin -- and a very small mirror. He was staring at it, and seemed to be saying things very quietly. The angle from which she viewed him doing this was awkward, as if someone had happened upon something that they were not certain they should be witnessing. A moment later (for really, this is Peter, and he does not approve of such things as good manners, though he is perfectly capable of them if no one tells him so) the image rushed forward and pulled the startled pale boy away from his mirror, and the dream, as Wendy thought it was, ended there.

Wendy, for all that she is very good and motherly, was not terribly knowing about some things. If she were really clever, she would have known to ask me what it was the boy with the mirror had been saying.

But as I like Wendy, I showed her the way of charming the full story from these things: She turned the whole dream over and watched it from the other side.

The Screaming of Coneys (Hook/Peter | PG13 | 1,760 words) is James Hook and his thoughts with some decidely creepy sexual undertones. When examined closely, Neverland is a rather fucked-up place, and this story examines it with a deft hand.

Excerpt:
What sort of a man is he, James thinks as he reaches over to pick at the carcass of a roasted coney; what sort of a man doesn't know his own past? A man who's not real, someone inside him shrieks, *a man like the sunsets and the false seas.*

In a fit of petulance (also undignified for a man of his rank), James rips off a hind leg and throws it against the cabin wall; it echoes with a thud and drowns out the music for a moment.

It's all Pan's fault, somehow -- Peter Pan and his band of brats, who fly in strange formations like a gaggle of scraggly geese. James orders his men to shoot them out of the sky, but their guns have grown old and slow in the eternal lazy heat, and the boys scatter before their bullets reach them.