Summary: What if Wendy had been a boy named William? SLASH.
Tweekerz: Peter Pan needed some Slash up in here.
The nursery was an utter mess. Shirts and nightgowns were draped over dressers and twisted between coverlets, toys strewn across the floor in a mishmash of wood and faded color. A young boy named William sat at the head of his bed, his back pressed against his pillow while a rosy-cheeked little boy, his brother, sat alongside him. William was a pre-teen, about to enter his 7th year in his studies. With a crown full of fine hazel hair and blue eyes, he still looked like a young child, not like the other boys at school whose voices were cracking and changing pitch. He was a child teetering between childhood and adulthood, an awkward mess of a pre-teen who feared to grow up.
And to further add to his averseness, his mother and father had pulled him aside one dreary morning and explained to him that when he turned 13 the following month, they would move him from the nursery and settle him into his own room across the corridor. The prospect of living by himself in his own room was rather daunting. He would miss the security of the nursery along with his vivacious little brother. He would miss telling him stories and tucking him into bed while playing pirate-ship as they looked for buried treasure underneath their mattresses. He didn't dare tell his parents what he thought about their verdict.
There would be etiquette lessons, grand balls held in lavish mansions, and most importantly, beautiful young ladies. William wrinkled his nose at the thought. Most boys his age welcomed their futures, which more or less consisted of courting women, business ventures, and owning a large estate somewhere in the city. William still considered himself to be a boy and nothing more. He didn't care for girls and riches, at least not yet, and as long as he still had his boyhood, he would hold onto it as long as possible. He had a month to play and frolic with his brother. He only had a single month to remain a boy.
"And so Hook slashed at Peter, nearly nicking him across the face," William exclaimed, trying to distract himself from the unwarranted thoughts lurking about in his head. He brandished his wooden play sword before him, jutting it three times through the air. He had a black eye patch tethered to his head, the flap covering his left eye. Nathan, who was still a toddler of three, giggled and widened his eyes at his older brother's actions. The toddler twirled his own wooden sword, mimicking William's story. William had told the tale of Peter Pan and his wondrous adventures so many times it was practically engraved in Nathan's mind.
When the sun folded into the sky and the stars poked their luminous little heads out from up above, William would gather his younger brother into the nursery and proceed to weave a tale of swash-buckling pirate battles and savage Indians. Nathan would get so enraptured with William's seamless stories, that as soon as the tale came to its end, William would find his brother fast asleep. He would then pick him up and tuck him into his own bed.
On this particular night, William was retelling the story of how the dreadful Captain Hook had captured Princess Tiger Lily, and Peter being brave and daring as he usually was, had swooped down to save her, all the while fending Hook off with nothing but a dagger. By the end of the story, William looked down and laughed, gently prodding Nathan's slumbering form by his leg.
William leaned over to scoop little Nathan in his arms. He then traipsed his way across the room. As soon as he got to Nathan's bed, he lowered the slumbering boy down onto the mattress and raised the blankets over his small body. Once his brother was tucked in, William proceeded to blow out the oil lamps that hung suspended on hooks about the walls. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms out in front of him. He then trudged towards his welcoming bed, where he sat himself down upon the mattress and lowered his head until it rested on his pillow. He shuffled the comforter over himself and reveled in the warmth the blankets provided, and with one final yawn, William closed his eyes and let sleep overcome him.
Oh man, please don't stone me OTL anyway, review!