#drabble003

"Kiran... Tumhe waqt chaiye na? You have all the time in the world. Tumhare liye toh main zindagi bhar intezaar kar saktha hoon." 

✗ to land on top of him

    “ Oi, captain !! “ before peter could’ve turned his head to the lost boy who had addressed him, an acorn fired with an impressive accuracy that the shooter could’ve only been tootles hit the leader in the back of the head, “ you’re staring !! “ they had all noticed it by now —well, all except the girl peter’s eyes had been stuck on from the moment tiger lily had had enough with the silence and uninteresting conversations, and turned up the music instead to fill the night with laughter and dancing. lily had forced john to dance with her and as brothers who didn’t want to dance did, he had dragged his sister onto the makeshift dance floor around the fireplace too. wendy was a bird, if he had not known it before, peter would be convinced now by the way she floated in the air right now, moving to the music and laughing her ringing laugh.

   “ Ouch !! “ another acorn had hit him in the same spot and finally peter’s head snapped around to growl at his lost boys, brown eyes no longer filled with admiration but a burning fury. “ quit it, bilge rat, or i shall break your slingshot !! cut off a finger or two too if i’m feeling like it !!“ his hand already reached for the pocket knife bound to his belt, if just to make his threat seem more serious, something to be terrified of, and different circumstances aside, they knew he had not faltered when it came to cutting off someone’s hand once before, did they not?

  However, before he could even throw another insult into tootles direction, let alone wave his knife in the lost boy’s direction, something or better someone landed on top of him. arms wrapped around his neck, his little bird’s giggle was in his ear, finding no fear but amusement in his words because she knew that they were meaningless — and already forgotten. peter’s attention had turned back to her immediately, any bit of harshness leaving his features once more and instead her light-hearted chuckling was met with a smile of his own. “ done dancing? “

♕ to get dared to kiss her

“ Wait, what?! “ there had been no more than maybe two or three times that someone had managed to shock peter pan into complete and utter speechlessness — notabene, one of which included a crocodile chewing on his friend’s left hand — and yet peter found this time to be the most outrageous. the bonfire with the lost boys had been supposed to be a peaceful one, no loud and extravagant celebration but the sole appreciation for the ever approaching summer and the warmth of the sun. he’d invited wendy; one of peter pan’s unspoken acts of kindness as he knew his lost boys missed her too, and even though time had become rare and peter did no longer spend most of his nights with his little bird, he could not keep her all for himself no matter how much he wanted to. he needed to take care of his lost boys first.

  “ You heard me, “ slightly; one of the first lost boys and the one peter once upon a time trusted the most but now definitely no more, nodded towards the girl in their circle, “i dare you, our oh so unafraid leader, to kiss the wendybird !! “ silence. childish boys turned their heads to their leader, looking at him full of expectation — clueless themselves as to what reaction exactly they were expecting. legends had it that peter pan had never turned down a dare in his life, that every lost boy who was not brave enough to follow a dare did not deserve the title of being a ‘ lost boy ‘, that he had banished some of them before because they’d shown the fear in their heart at the proposition that had been made. no one had ever dared however, to make a dare as bold as slightly had just now.   Peter huffed, the stern and intimidating gaze he only ever had when being in the role of the leader, wandering through the group of boys and keeping their mouths effectively shut — no cheering on, no childish peer pressuring, not a single noise, not even from wendy. briefly peter’s eyes flickered to his little bird, frowning at her as he wondered whether the lack of protest was because she knew the stories too, because she although not standing under his command the same way the boys did, did still not want to speak up to the leader or whether she would perhaps not mind being kissed by him, but that was silly… wasn’t it?

   “ It’s not against the rules, “ slightly said, a grin spreading over his lips,“ you made those about tink, remember? when tootles got just a little too close to her. “ from the corner of his eyes peter noticed said boy sink a little lower in his seat, hiding from the memory of peter pan’s wrath that had hit him. naturally, after that incident none of the lost boys had dared to approach tink again and when the darlings had joined the adventures of the lost boys, it’d gone without saying that wendy was not to be approached with intentions other than finding a friend in her, because all of them knew the second in command was her brother and even more deterring, all of them knew she’d gained a special place in their leader’s heart.    “ You can’t talk yourself out of this, pan. “ and peter was furious. he didn’t know whose idea it had been to play ‘ truth or dare ‘ but he was going to find out and he was going to banish the bilge rat for at least a week, probably two, maybe forever. because a kiss was something special ( or it was at least what he had understood from the way wendy had explained it to him once ), and he did not want to waste their first kiss — after he’d already been forced to give up on being her first kiss — on a dare.

   Peter smiled, and when he looked like this he perhaps was the most terrifying for a mischievous boy with a charming smile never meant any good. “ call me a codfish, “ he said, his voice lacking all emotions as he stood before the fire, daring just one of the boys to raise their voice against him. “ but peter pan – “ and his eyes wandered over his boys, “ – and any lost boy with just a spark of honour, doesn’t just kiss a girl without her consent and we do not force it upon her with a scabrous dare. i won’t do it. “ he looked at slightly, gaze full of ire as his hand came to rest upon the pocket knife bound to his belt. “ and if any of you wish to denounce my decision, he shall step in front of me and prepare to fight. “

♡ to drunkenly confess feelings to her

  “ Wendy? “ her name left his lips in no more than a whisper, confusion lacing into his voice as he tried with all his stubborn might to concentrate on her face hovering in front of his own. it wasn’t surprising to see her; being in the darling household, but he was surprised to see her awake at this hour. the lost boys had celebrated — nothing in particular because life itself was worth celebrating — but in a moment peter couldn’t quite recall anymore one of his boys had joined their feast with drinks and everything went downhill from there. now, peter pan was the leader of the lost boys, and although they had started as no more than a ragtag group of misfits, he’d already been proud of his title then and over a century later, he was still aware of the responsibilities which came with it. so when john didn’t seem like he could make it home on his own, peter was the one who brought him there. the only problem? peter may have had a drink or two too much himself — but you’re a leader before you’re drunk.

   They’d probably not been very quiet, peter suddenly thought, and by the way wendy’s face became a blur one moment, turning away from him to call for someone and she was tugging him to his feet in the next, he had a feeling his assumption was right. maybe he’d woken up their father? oh god. “ i should leave, “ he mumbled as she pushed him as gentle as his little bird was and yet with an urgent need from the hallway into her room. he did not want to find out what her father’s reaction was to peter pan being back ( if the man did not know already ), to peter pan being back in wendy’s room too and having gotten their low-lying middle-child to drink. peter swayed a little, feeling the warmth of wendy’s fingers wrap around his upper arm immediately to support him and to stop him from marching towards the window in his drunken state. he could’ve started a discussion right there and then, could’ve freed himself off her grasp and disappear right out of the room. he could’ve.

  Instead, he just stopped, eyes pressing shut and his jaw clenching — suffering through a wave of emotions he did not or maybe just stubbornly did not want to understand. “peter..? “ the worried whispering of his name was the first of her words which made it through to him and it was so understanding and sympathetic as though she could see the struggle on his face. perhaps she could. perhaps she led him to sit on her bed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a comforting embrace because she knew of the pure an utter confusion his heart was going through. peter — no longer in the role of the leader, having felt his strong and proud and confident appearance falter for weeks, maybe months already — buried his face in the crook of her arm, hiding all the emotions he’d never wanted to feel.

    “ ‘m sorry, “ the words broke out of him in a whisper; an apology which ought not to be heard because peter pan never apologised — it’d mean he regretted something and he always made a point that he didn’t— but he knew she heard anyway. he could feel that she was already shaking her head at him in an attempt to tell him him being drunk wasn’t all that bad, that she did not mind taking care of him, especially not after he’d taken care of her brother — but peter had not meant right now. “ i –“ he didn’t know how to say it or what he wanted to say exactly. he knew he wasn’t upset about leaving, and it had not been his decision to go without her, he did not regret staying away from barrie and her and everyone for six months but it haunted him nonetheless. “ – just – “ his arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her closer towards him in an attempt to calm the heavy sea his mind but also her room seemed to be surfing on. he felt like he couldn’t talk, like english had suddenly become this complicated tongue-twisting language which was foreign to him. why couldn’t he understand these things?! “ – miss you. “ he mumbled, and it sounded ridiculous, because she was sitting right in front of him and he missed her still.

    “ Is it ever going to stop? “ and maybe he meant him missing her or the terrible ache in his heart which did not want to leave him, or maybe it was just the fact that the room had still not stopped spinning —but to none of it he could see the end, he couldn’t even imagine it, because these six months existed and he could not dream them away. it wasn’t written in stone, it wasn’t even written on paper and perhaps that was the worst about it: the emptiness in the drawer wendy stored her writings in; six months worth of emptiness, was somehow suffocating. “ it’s a pirate ship. “ he knew he didn’t make any sense to her, but emotions were so confusing to him that he never spoke about them and the alcohol that loosened his tongue did not help make him speak clearer, it just made him speak.

    But he was right, wasn’t he? because pirate ships could float above the sea, even if the cargo bay had filled to an extent with water. it just slowed, it sank a little lower, and that in all its metaphorical sense was how peter felt. “ that’s the worst. “ he lifted his head, struggling almost as it seemed to weigh a ton, and he looked at her — not like a child, not like a leader, not like the infamous peter pan, but a boy who’d at last been forced to realise that adventures didn’t manage to solve everything, that knifes and swords were not the worst ways to hurt someone, that hurting sometimes just hurt without mercy and without a way of ignoring everything. “ to think where we would’ve been if i had stayed – “ he smiled, a weak one but a smile nonetheless, “ – if you had come with me.“ but all the plans he had had with her had vanished into non-existence. “the adventures we would’ve had together !! “ he didn’t quite know how, but he suddenly had his hands resting on her neck, his thumbs brushing softly against the skin of her cheeks and the urge to kiss her tingled once more in the back of his head. he couldn’t, of course, but what an adventure that would be.

    “ Wendy, i – “ he couldn’t finish, because he just couldn’t, but also because suddenly the door flew open and the father of the darlings stood in the frame, face a fuming red and a drunkenly swaying john grabbed by the stacking swivel. peter was on his feet immediately, stumbling more than gracefully swinging himself out of wendy’s window and disappearing just as the sun started to rise and ended the night in the most peter pan fashion.

❅ to cuddle up to him

    It was one of the nights which had started with the darling parents telling their three children they would be back by noon on the next day, which had then quickly shifted into the brothers disappearing to their friends and their missing presence being replaced by peter pan swinging himself through his little bird’s window, even though he could’ve easily taken the way through the front door now.

   There had been no adventures, no new stories to be told and even though it seemed undoubtedly like one of the most boring nights wendy and peter spent together, it was one that they needed — losing time out of sight as if it did not exist, as if the six months between them did no longer exist. it was nice. movies filled the silence in which neither of them talked, first one wendy chose because she liked the story, then peter entirely unbothered picked one because the cover was pretty, and eventually they became nothing more than background noises to the two spending time together.

   Peter’s eyes were stuck to the television, the movie long haven gotten out of focus and mere splashes of colour moving in front of his eyes as his mind wandered to everywhere else. “ how late is it? “ he wondered, but did not get an answer from the girl sitting next to him. maybe he’d not actually said it out aloud? he genuinely was not sure. he was so tired.

    “ Wendy? “ now, he had definitely said something, and though it took all his sleepy energy to move he managed to blink his way back into the darling’s living room, turning his head to look at his little bird. she was sleeping, sinking lower and lower into the couch, and peter smiled softly — the kind of smile that was not meant for anyone to be seen, but just happened because he was convinced there could not be a lovelier sight than wendy darling in a peaceful sleep, dreaming of things he could probably not even imagine.

   Carefully, peter moved to reach for a blanket and cover her, eyes already searching the closest pillow when the girl herself found something to rest her head upon — him. cuddling closer she leaned against him, stealing some of his warmth and comfort, and a part of peter wanted to pull away, to disappear entirely perhaps and flee from all affection and the awkward situation of her waking up while still cuddled up to him, but the bigger part and the heart which was beating so rapidly against his chest now that he was surprised she did not wake up from the sound, had him lift his around her and lower his head to lean against hers.

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     Jolting a little at the question, Querl turned to face Superman.Him? Jealous? Well, maybe a little. Not that he’d admit it.He looked up into Superman, no- Clark’s eyes. They were full of suspicion, and on some level- knowing. The young Coluan had a tendency to be short in response and mood, and a bit cold, when he felt jealous or wronged. That, he could not deny.

     Quirking a brow quizzically and narrowing his gaze, Clark waited for Querl to respond. At this point he was more in it to see how Querl would respond than the response, itself.The way he’d reacted to the question and froze like a deer in the headlights at possibly being caught red-handed wasn’t entirely what Clark was expecting of his comrade.

     It was almost endearing to see Querl get so flustered; the flush lightly tinting his face a darker shade of green while his eyes still seemed to be widened in shock. He clearly hadn’t expected to be called out on this. He either hadn’t realized he was being jealous or didn’t realize he was being obvious about it. Querl’s gaze shifted off to the side quickly when he couldn’t handle meeting Clark’s eyes any longer.He was embarrassed at himself, and couldn’t allow himself to get lost on those deep blue eyes.

      The girl that incited today’s jealousy mood swing was simply a fan and only wanted to say hello to her hero, yet Querl couldn’t help it that his wires crossed every time someone besides him got any sort of special attention from the Kryptonian. He was a bit rude to her and, and at first it just came off as him having a bad day, as he has many of those. But the jealous comments he made under his breath once the girl was out of earshot didn’t go without Clark’s noticing.

     The air was heavy with awkward silence and the only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Querl’s awkward shifting as he shifted his weight and folded his arms across his chest, still trying to avoid eye contact; flushing more and turning away further when Clark would try to lean over to see his face.

      “I’m not jealous.” He answered, simply. The young Coluan even surprised himself with how even he managed to keep his tone. “We just have a strict schedule to adhere to and we can’t afford t-”

      Querl froze up again and he’d lost his words as he felt a warm hand gently grip his shoulder. When he twisted around to see what Clark was up to, he realized the 21st century superhero had lessened the gap between them and was leaning in towards him. In that moment he could have sworn he ceased all functions except the electric reactions lighting up his face and ears and leaving the rest of him feeling cold ad devoid of all the heat that had decided to travel upwards for the sake of the flush on his cheeks. Clark placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and Querl could feel electricity pulsating intensely through his wiring like a heavy pulse brought on by a racing heart. He tried to breath but his breath hitched, and he regretted it slightly. Clark always smelled so nice and he was so close, now. His synthetic skin seemed to burn pleasantly where Clark’s lips were pressed warmly to his forehead and hand rested gently on his shoulder. It wasn’t a particularly romantic gesture, but Querl almost swooned, nonetheless. Thank goodness he didn’t, because it usually took him a while to boot back up.

     Clark pulled away and smiled down at a now stunned-silent and breathless Querl. Clark could feel the heat coming off his little Coluan from all the flush, and found himself briefly wondering where people ever got the idea that robots were cold. His hand migrated from Querl’s shoulder to cup his cheek and stroke it, tenderly, with his thumb. Now Querl couldn’t take his gaze off Clark and he found himself getting lost in the Kryptonian’s eyes, like he’d been trying not to do.

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It had been a long day. Regina needed an enemy’s camp ransacked, and she had Estella and a few of her men do it. By the time Estella was back at the castle, in the Queen’s chambers for the night, she was exhausted and covered in war-filth. The blood and sweat stuck to her clothing along with her armor. When Regina saw her for the first time that whole day, she shook her head at the mess and demanded she strip down in the bathroom. 

Estella grumbled about how she just wanted to be magicked-clean and to get some sleep, since it was well into the later hours of night. But, she did as her Queen commanded, then rested into the bathtub that was suddenly filled with warm water and bubbles. Her head leaned back, eyes closed as she let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t until a couple of minutes later that she opened her eyes in reaction to feeling a wet cloth gently running over her forehead. A smile broke out upon her lips as she saw Regina in her nightgown, kneeling before her at the side of the tub. She was so focused on wiping away the grime upon the blonde’s face, that she didn’t even look down to see the smile.

“You do know we would be in bed sooner if you just used magic.” Estella murmured, closing her eyes as she began to rest once more against the porcelain tub. “Yes, dear… But that would mean that I would be missing out on spending time with you.” Regina stated with a soft tone. “Plus, this is helping you relax before bed. If you don’t relax, you yell in your sleep…” She drifted off, the towel being dragged down the knight’s neck. Estella kept quiet, her smile gone at the words. Sure, she had nightmares occasionally, about the innocents she had hurt or killed. But she didn’t know she was yelling while asleep, shouting about the graphic scenes. 

The rest of the bathing was spent in silence, since Estella didn’t know what to say and Regina was too focused on the task at hand. Finally, it was broken when Stella was out of the tub and in the bed with Regina. The Queen’s arm was wrapped around her midsection, her body pressed tightly against her own. “Estella?” Regina called out in a whisper, the red lips close to Stella’s ear. Estella turned around under her arm to face the older woman, then nodded for her to continue. “I… L-…” Her hushed words were stopped for a moment, Stella saw that Regina was struggling with what she was trying to convey. “ I care about you, so much.” Estella felt the warm hand that was tucked around her waist slide up to cup her neck. “If you no longer wish to be a part of my army, you can just say so. I won’t be upset if you don’t want to-” Regina’s speech was cut off by Stella shaking her head as she smiled once more. “No, no… Regina, I love my job. I love protecting you and your kingdom. I just have bad dreams about the innocents- they… They remind me of my family sometimes.” The younger woman explained inched her face a little closer to Regina’s. “I would never give that up, if given the choice. I will always choose to be by your side.” 

            Callan's parents once took him out to Starlight Shores for a youth orchestra performance when he was in middle school, knowing he loved music and that it helped him see the world and get inspiration for writing. The whole concert was amazing to Callan's ears, but one particular solo song stood out to him -- a song played by a violinist a few years older than him, Olivia Callaghan. The song was played with such emotion, it deeply touched the boy, and when Callan returned home, he wrote one of his favorite pieces about the girl and her sad, sad song.

Inspired by Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling X.