Summary: Series of one shots seen through the eyes of slightly morbid fairy-tale characters who get lost in the background. Drowned out by the fantastical drabbles of beauties beyond compare, princes hidden in darkness, and grand acts of heroism to magnificent to be real. These are their voices calling out from the shadows, no longer satisfied to be a prop on another's stage.

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable thing from any known Tale and or Disney Movie. Just using my creative license to turn them all a little more...darker than usual?

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Excerpt of a forgotten Fairy

They say that it is never a fairy's fault, but rather nature's for cursing the species with such a tiny brain. For with a head that small, only one emotion is capable of sitting forefront in the mind.

Hate.

Pure, unadulterated hate.

Bright blue eyes glittered with unshed tears as she watched her own precious Peter sit on the lip of that bitch's window again; making it the third time this week. True, time held no sway over her six-inch frame, but still, even her diminutive mind began to notice the increase in number of flights to and from Neverland. Always to end up lingering outside this second story having to suffer the the long winded rabble of some adventure-obsessed, shapeless girl.

Her hands traveled down her own sultry curves covered by a tight garment of specially weaved Kallia grass. A perfect hourglass figure; perfect everything in fact. Every attribute applied flawlessly and without need of hesitation.

'So why are his eyes always on her when everything he will ever need is right here. No glass planes to separate us, no secrets, no worry of time.'

She huffed sulkily as she gazed longingly at her-

Was he considered a companion? A friend? A lover?

A companion? Surely yes. Their adventures were countless and they were never one with out the other.

A friend? Of course. She had found him in the first place! Saved him from a life of maturity, responsibility, and liver spots! She brought him other boys to lead on adventures of the greatest magnitude; she always by his side. Only a true friend would go to such lengths.

A lover? She could recall every smile; every laugh. In her mind was the burned image of his face. It imprinted her being, her very soul with a fevered possession. She knew his most intimate thoughts. It was she who comforted him when he shed tears over a family he never knew, a fallen friend, or his fears of self doubt and dark. Even when all, including his shadow, abandoned him, he could always look to her beauty and light and find strength to keep going. She did all these things. Her. Not that girl beyond the cracked window swinging a sword haphazardly at her siblings, cross dressing for all of London to see.

Completely improper for one of her gender and station.

And yet this is where she sat. Watching him, watching her. Of course she knew this obsession would not last. Time was relentless for those who could not fly. And after it had ravaged Wendy beyond all beauty and want, she would be there. In all her intricately perfect glory, she would remain by his side. Patiently awaiting the next grand adventure for she and her Pan.

A/N: If you want to read about a specific character, one not so well known in the spotlight, just review it or message and I'll try to whip up something. Believe me, I come from a family of 7 children, there is not one Disney Movie, Grimm Fairy tale, or Arthurian legend that I haven't seen, read or heard. Plus, I like a challenge.

And they will get longer as time goes on.