A Thimble in Time

Peter Pan and Wendy Darling from Once Upon A Time in college AU There is NO distinct plot Ran by 2 College girls LEAVE SUGGESTIONS!!! Enjoy!

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BOUNDARIES

Hi Guys! Camie and Lavender here. We are 2 college aged girls who loved Once Upon A Time and wanted to make a blog about this AU we talked about. Here are our boundaries about what we will and won't write about!

WON'T WRITE ABOUT

Incest

Domestic Abuse

Rape

Any assault really

Child x Adult

Detailed substance abuse (we know nothing about it)

HEAVILY detailed smut (one of us is a virgin)

Racism

Homophobia

Ableism

WILL WRITE ABOUT

Fluff

Angst

Light smut/heavy make outs(?)

Normal couple fights

Toxic relationships

Character x character

Character x OC

Character x reader (as side plot)

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Didn't Go as Planned - Sophomore Year of College

── ˙ ̟ !! ꣑୧- Peter Pan x Wendy Darling; College!AU 

Content Warning- Verbal fights, harsh words, harsh language, Devin, Mentions of Sex/Only Dating Someone For Sex

Summary- When Wendy tells Peter that her and Devin are official, Peter has some choice words about the situation.

Word Count - 1561

Wendy was ecstatic. A real, serious boyfriend. Not just one she made up to her friends in highschool, but a real flesh and blood human being. She hadn’t told her family yet, not in the mood for the incessant questioning that would follow. “What’s he doing for work? How old is he? How’d you meet? How long have you been seeing him?” She’d rather wait until a time when she had less on her mind to deal with that situation. What she truly didn’t expect was the odd reaction from Peter when she told him. His texts were weird all the time, but this was just truly strange. 

She heard a sharp, quick knock on her dorm door, thankful that her roommate Katt was gone working the afternoon shift at Goodwill. When she glanced out of the peep hole due to paranoia, she saw a hoodie-clad Peter looking flushed, leaning on the door frame out of breath, like he had raced over. His eyes were glancing around as if he was worried to be caught there in the first place. Like he was doing something that maybe he shouldn’t be.

“Is having a boyfriend really running news?” She found herself saying as she opened the door, not prepared for the way Peter turned and sidestepped her, letting himself into her dorm room. 

“Well it’s nice to see you, Peter.I’m doing wonderful!” She played up the sarcasm, as so far since her official relationship status finally switched to “Taken” , she was doing wonderful. Devin had been so sweet. He had given her a rose and asked her to be his girlfriend after they went out on a couple of dates. She, though, had hidden this from Peter. He had a very protective nature, not just towards her, but everyone he cared about. That wasn’t a lot of people. But she had seen Felix be on the other end of Peter’s protective streak when Felix got blacked out at a bar in downtown Storybrooke, and Peter searched all night till he found him. After that, Peter went with Felix anytime he went drinking out of a fear he would blackout again.

Maybe, she thought , he’s upset I didn’t tell him that I was going out with Devin. He’s one of his friends. Maybe he doesn’t wanna see him hurt. Or me taking him from the Frat. Wendy’s naive thoughts seemed reasonable at the time, not realizing the glances the other brothers gave Devin at parties when he spoke to too many girls in one night, or when girls left Devin's room sad at 2 am. This was what Peter was concerned about. Not Devin’s wellbeing. But Wendy’s.

“When did this happen?” The young man’s voice was hoarse and his breathing was irregular like he really had run all the way to her dorm. Peter had both hands on his knees while he breathed heavily. 

“It just happened….But we’ve been going on dates for a few weeks.” She looked down like a child who had just been caught in the cookie jar. 

“A few wee–Wendy! And you didn’t think to tell anybody?! Why wouldn’t you tell anyone?! Why wouldn’t you tell ME?!” Peter exclaimed, ran his hands through his already messy brown hair, and stood up straight. Wendy’s eyebrows furrowed as she slightly jumped at the tone and volume of his voice. 

“Why are you yelling at me?” The smaller girl questioned, her face etched with hurt. In the whole year she had known Peter, he had never raised his voice at her. And it hurt. She didn’t know why it hurt as badly as it did. 

“Because you’re being incompetent!” He exclaimed, voice much louder than it previously was. Peter knew as soon as it had come out of his mouth that he had fucked up. He really knew he fucked up when he saw her face fall and look so pitifully sad. But that look quickly changed from sad to anger. 

“Incompetent?!” Wendy screeched. “I’m incompetent for not telling you who I decided I wanted to see in my spare time?! I never call you incompetent when you go out sticking your dick in random girls at every party you host! Why is it so different when I do what you do?!” Her voice got louder with each sentence, hurt and wrath against her so-called best friend struck her something fierce in her heart. 

“That’s not what I fucking meant Wendy and you know it. I just meant-” He sighed, flopping onto Wendy and Katt's old decrepit couch like he lived there. Peter always did this shit. Acted like he owned every place he went into. Like he knew every fucking little thing. It boiled Wendy’s blood beyond belief.

“What did you mean Peter? What is it ? I’m stupid now? Don’t understand what your words mean anymore? “ She huffed, going into the kitchen to give herself some space from him. He turned his lithe body to be leaning over the back of the couch, long fingers clenched in the cushions as he contemplated his next words. 

“I just meant- it’s not safe Wendy. Going out with someone you barely know and not telling a soul? You’re smarter than that. Better than that. And Devin is not the cream of the crop if you get what I mean.” He scoffed as he turned to face away from her and crossed his arms.

“No, no you are not gonna turn away from me after saying shit like that. “ She snapped, nearly flying to stand in front of him as he sat on the couch. “ What do you mean by that? You think you're any better?” 

Peter had the gall to roll his eyes at her. “I don’t think I’m better than Devin. I know I am. He’s a fucking prick Wend. He’s always with a different girl every night.” 

Wendy felt like the anger flowing through her veins would make her start floating, “That’s not true, and even if it was- it’s like the pot calling the kettle black. I mean- you do the same thing. Have you ever slept with the same girl twice?” Peter’s eyes widened in shock at her accusation, “First of all, that’s really none of your fucking business. And the girls I sleep with know that I don’t do serious shit.” 

Wendy felt her chest constrict as she muttered, “He asked me to be his girlfriend.” 

Peter hesitated at her voice, but couldn’t help but laugh cruelly, “Do you think he actually cares about you? Devin doesn’t care about the girls he sees. You’re being fucking naive. I’m sure he asked Gwen last week to be his girlfriend. Is he even paying for these dates?” 

“Yes, actually Pete. He is. You think he’s only with me so I’ll pay?” Wendy seethed, face turning a shade of red, and not the good kind. 

“I think he does want one thing from you.” Peter mumbled, looking at his hands that were resting on his pants.

Wendy tensed at his choice of words, she slowly turned and walked back to where Peter sat, and stood in front of him, “What did you say?” 

“Nothing, Wendy, forget it.” The young man stood, ready to leave her apartment. He didn’t get far before the bird was blocking his way. 

“No Peter! Tell me what you fucking said. You think the only reason Devin is with me is so I’ll sleep with him!” Wendy got louder and louder as she spoke. 

“Well if you already know, why are you trying to get me to say it?!” The man threw his arms up, his frustration grew with each passing minute. 

“So you won’t be a child and take accountability like an adult Peter!” They were both chest to chest at that point. Chests fell in sync as Peter and Wendy both tried to grab ahold of their emotions. 

“I am an adult, Wendy Bird.” Peter’s voice was calm but angry. 

“Then be one. An adult would be happy for their best friend when she gets into a relationship with a great guy. An adult wouldn’t try and say the only reason someone's with his best friend is to sleep with her. You’re not an adult Peter.” Wendy huffed. 

“Fuck you Wendy!” He finally snapped. “ You know what? You’re right. I’m a child for trying to warn my supposed best friend the man she’s ‘with’ is a piece of shit who will hurt her, but she’s too stubborn to use her fucking head.” Peter then walked around the girl, and threw open the door. “But I don't care. Do what you fucking want, but don’t talk to me when he inevitably breaks you in ways you don’t know yet. Enjoy Devin, Wendy.” The door is then slammed in Wendy's heartbroken face. 

The girl walked over to the couch, finally letting out the tears she had been desperately trying to hold in fall. Wendy put a single hand over her eyes, and sobbed all of her frustrations out.  

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Scare of a Lifetime-Sophomore Year of College

── ˙ ̟ !! ꣑୧Peter Pan x Wendy Darling; College!AU

Content Warning; Pregnancy scare, talks of emotional abuse (not on Peter or Wendy's part)

Summary; After weeks of no contact, Wendy learns some news and runs into the one person she believed she wouldn't speak to again

Word Count; 4305

Wendy truly had never felt so panicked in her life. She knew something was wrong last time she and Devin had sex. The condom just hadn’t felt right, but per usual Devin had brushed off her concerns, insisting it was fine and tossing it in the trash. And since she even soft-launched the idea of her being pregnant due to her period being a week late, Devin had utterly and completely ghosted her.

It didn’t help at all that her and Peter hadn’t been talking at all in the 2 months since her and Devin had become official. Henry was gone on an internship to you would never guess-London. And there was absolutely no way in hell she could tell her parents about this. Not now. Not ever.

But Wendy was at a level of desperation previously unseen. She convinced one of her residents to go to the closest pharmacy and get her a pregnancy test, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be caught by anyone in Storybrooke buying one.

She immediately sent the resident away after she had the fate revealer in her hands, and she rushed through the steps. She never thought she’d ever taken a piss that fast in her life. And when her eyes met those 2 bright pink lines, there was only one person she wanted for comfort.

She knew that contacting Devin was a lost cause. Socials blocked and phone calls unanswered, texts left on read at first before not even sending. So she went the to the one place she knew that at least someone would be there for her to talk to. Hell, at this point in her life, she’d even confess her sins to Felix of all people. But she hoped Peter would open the door when she knocked, despite her embarrassing state of dress.

She found herself in an oversized “STORYBROOKE HOUSING DEPARTMENT” t-shirt , ,and a large pair of sweatpants, neither of which did anything for her figure. It took everything in her as she sprinted to the Frat house to not let her Teddy Bear slippers trip her. She hadn’t even popped the kid out yet and she was already a bad Mom.

She practically lept up the steps on the porch of the house, hand clenching in a fist as she began to pound on the door. Names began to spill from her mouth. 

“Devin! Devin! Open the damn door you bloody prick!” No answer, and a more frantic and impatient pounding. 

“Felix! Please Felix, I need to talk! Felix!” She was becoming hysterical at this point, both of her hands flat on the door. Her resolve was breaking and she had no choice now.

“Peter–!” she began to cry out when the door fell from under her hands and she stumbled forward slightly before regaining her balance. 

She found herself face to face with Peter clad in a pair of pajama pants and a ratty Frat fundraiser shirt from Freshman year.She forgot how much she missed him until she was this close to him, and how much his mere presence could calm her. The look he was giving her, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched, did quite the opposite. 

“Your fucking boyfriend isn’t here alright. And we aren’t your messengers.” Peter snapped, voice husky from what Wendy could only assume was sleep. She glanced at the clock hanging on the walk in the foyer and saw that it was only 8 am. On a Saturday. On a college campus. At a Frat House. Before she could gather her thoughts, Peter kept on talking.

“You know you don’t have to drag the entire Frat into your relationship drama right? That’s your problem.” He continued, hip leaning on the door. 

Wendy had no logical thought in her skull as she blurted out the entirety of her current situation out at her ex-best friend, thrusting the pregnancy test from her sweatpant pocket into his hands. 

“I think I’m pregnant. I’m late. My period I mean. It’s a week late. I told Devin and he’s blocked me on everything. I took a test this morning and it was positive, and I don't know what to do. I thought Devin would be here—“ she felt hot, fat tears begin to stream down her cheeks. The light brunette let out a shaky breath as she tried to pull herself together, not wanting to cry in front of the man she once called her best friend.

“Okay, Okay!” He interrupted, putting his hands on her shoulder, “Wendy, I need you to breathe.” Peter spoke in the softest tone Wendy believed she's heard from him the past two months. His grip on her was both tight to get her attention away from the inevitable panic attack she was destined to have within the next few moments, and soft like she’ll break if he was not careful.

“Come inside.” Peter lead the shaking girl inside the fraternity building. Once inside he gently sat her on the ancient looking couch (no doubt chosen by Felix). Peter sat beside her, not speaking. He didn’t need to. 

“I don’t know what to do.” Wendy finally spoke up after a long moment of silence, her voice quiet as a mouse. Her arms are wrapped around her legs that are pulled to her chest. That’s when Peter finally got a good look at the girl. Clad in grey sweatpants that are definitely too big on her, possibly Devin’s. Or even his from the countless nights Peter stayed at her dorm in Freshman year, her oversized sweatshirt, even her hair was a complete and utter mess. Something she always, ALWAYS, fixed in the morning, her bangs and baby hairs stuck to her forehead. 

“Start from the beginning for me,” Peter whispered softly, hoping that his tone of voice would contrast the harsh one he originally greeted her with at the door.

“There was something wrong with the condom. “ Wendy sighed out, head burying in her arms, voice muffled, “He refused to listen to me, told me I was worrying too much like always. My period is a week late, and when I told him 3 days ago that it was late. He-” Wendy sniffled like tears and her back began to shake with sobs. 

“He ghosted you,” Peter finished, voice low with a barely hidden rage at the man who had claimed to be in love with his best friend.

“Yeah. I took the test this morning and-” Wendy gestured half-heartedly at the test still in Peter’s hand that wasn’t rubbing comforting circles on her shoulder. Peter’s gaze fell down to the test, eyes squinting as he leaned in to examine the two pink lines and the instructions next to the window that stated that this did in fact mean the user was pregnant.

“And it was positive.” Peter nodded, not needing to hear anymore from the girl he cared about so dearly. An idea then formed in the young man's mind. He rised from the spot beside her. 

“Get up.” He demanded. Not rude, not harsh, but enough for her head to snap up from the position on top of her knees. Her eyes are bloodshot and wide. She didn’t know if she believed what she was currently hearing out of the man's mouth.  

“Pardon?” The 19 year old woman’s eyebrows furrowed together, sitting up straight. 

“Get. Up.” He repeated. 

“Peter–” Her sentence wasn't able to be finished before Peter rolled his eyes. 

“Wendy. Get your ass up.” He grabbed her forearms, pulling her into a standing position, before leading her out the door and to his green truck. He opened the door for her, before helping her into it. 

“Where are we going?” When he didn’t respond she began getting irritated. “Peter?!” He stayed silent, buckling her seatbelt for her, closing the door and walking to the driver’s side, buckling himself and driving out of the driveway. 

“We are going to the doctor.” The young man responded blankly after a moment of silence, keeping his eyes on the road, causing Wendy’s eyes to go inhumanly wide. 

“What?! No! Peter, no!” The partially broken girl exclaimed to Peter. Said boy didn’t seem to give her the time of day, stopping at a red light. 

“If you are pregnant Wendy. You need to know how far along.” Peter looked at her, waiting for the light to turn green. 

“Peter, this is incompetent!” Wendy continued, not because she didn’t want to know how far she was, but because she was absolutely terrified of what would come after she knew. What will mother and father think? What about Devin? She cannot keep it. She knew that. 

“Would you rather never go to a single appointment and wake up one morning with your water broken and having a child and not being ready?” Peter raised one single eyebrow as he started driving once again. It’s a rhetorical question, but he was right. She knew that. He kew that. 

“What about Devin?” Wendy couldn’t help but ask. 

“Let me worry about him.” He replied without a single beat. “Trust when I say, he will be dealt with, Wendy.” They continued driving in silence before the girl broke it once more.

  “Peter?” Her voice was hesitant, distant.

“Yes?”

“Do you still hate me?” She’s played with her already chipped nail polish. 

He almost stopped the car then, eyebrows pulled together. 

“Wendy. I never did. Not once, I could never hate you.” He took one hand off the steering wheel, placing it lightly over her smaller shaking one. As he continued to drive. 

“But you said–” Peter cuts her off. 

“I said not to speak to me until you understood how much of a horrid person Devin is, you now do. Sure you pissed me off, you made me so angry, but never once did the thought of hating you cross my mind. Not once.” Peter pulled into the Planned Parenthood, putting the truck in park. 

“I thought you did.” The girl mumbled, and took off her seatbelt. 

“You thought wrong, Wendy bird.” He got out of the car, going to the passenger side, opening her door for her. 

“I don't know about this Peter…” Wendy continued playing with her fingers, looking at the building with a certain fear behind her eyes. She just stared at it for some moments before Peter's hand was on the small of her back leading her to the doors. 

“It’ll be okay.” He soothed, holding open the front door, letting her enter first. The two of them walked to the reception desk. Where a grouchy looking older woman sat, she looked up at the couple of young adults at her desk.

“How can I help you?” She asked, halting her typing at the computer.

“Um, she needs to be looked at, like soon,” Peter answered for Wendy.

The grouchy woman handed the two the papers. “Fill these out, your boyfriend can help you. You two can have a seat.” 

Both young adults turned a crimson shade of red as they both began talking over one another.

 “He’s not–”

 “I’m not–”

  “Look I don’t really give a shit. Just fill out the damn papers.” Grouchy replied, bored, before typing again ignoring the two. 

Wendy and Peter go to two unoccupied chairs against the wall. The girl holding the papers and clipboard.

“Last monthly cycle? September 14th, I think?” Wendy mumbled holding the pen. 

“You don't keep track?” Peter asked, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Do you keep track of every woman you fuck?” The girl retorted a little too loud, heads turned to the two 19 year olds. 

“Yes, actually, would you like names?” Peter raised a single eyebrow. The question is obviously rhetorical. And that's exactly what pissed Wendy off. 

“You know Peter, you already took me here, I can simply take an uber home.” Wendy rolled her eyes, continuing to circle options on her files so she can get out of there as quickly as possible. 

“You are even more mad than I originally thought if you truly believe for one second I am leaving you in this God-forsaken place.” Peter took notice of how Wendy finished the papers and returned them to the reception desk, before he went back to the girl whose leg was bouncing from anxiety. 

The two waited for what seemed like ages but in actuality it was an hour before a middle aged man with orange hair and glasses walked out the door.

“Wendy Clarke?” The girl looked to Peter who gave her a reassuring nod as Wendy stood up. Peter followed suit.  

Once they made it to the room, the doctor took a blood test that would take around an hour. The wait is what felt like torture to the young girl. Fear, anxiety, nausea, all of the above. And Peter took notice of that. 

“It’ll be okay, Wendy–” This time she cut him off.

“You don’t know that Peter!” She finally snapped. “We don’t know if it’ll be okay! I’m pregnant! And the father isn’t speaking to me! I’m alone in this! By myself!” It’s weeks of anger and frustration against everything coming through, against Peter for ignoring her for 2 months, against Devin ignoring her fears of what happened to the condom, and now ghosting her leaving her alone to deal with this. 

Peter stayed silent for a long moment. “You’re not alone. I’ll be here for you every single step of the way, Wendy. This is something that you will not be by yourself for. I promise.” 

Wendy just looked at him for a moment, opening her mouth to respond when the door opened and the doctor walked in reading the papers. He looked up from them to the young woman. 

“So, Wendy, you’re not pregnant.” And the girl let out a shaky breath she didn't even know she was holding as soon as those three words left his mouth. 

“I’m not?” Wendy said in a crackly voice.

“But the pregnancy test–” Peter started before the doctor cut him off. 

“Was a false positive, they happen a lot more often than you think they do” The man had a reassuring smile etched onto his face.

“So I’m okay?”

“You would have been fine if it was positive, but yes, you are okay. Do either of you have questions?” 

“No! No questions! Thank you!” Wendy sprung up, “So? May I go now?” She questioned

“Um, yes you may. You two remember to just be careful, okay? Protection is the best precaution for these situations.” That was the second time today someone had mistaken them for a couple. 

Peter and Wendy simply ignored the man, and walked out the office, into the waiting room, and out of the Planned Parenthood. Peter looked down at the brunette.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, placed his hand on the small of her back, and lead her to the truck. 

She looked up at him, for the first time in about a week, she smiled, it’s small. But a smile. 

“I’m okay. I just wanna go home, if that’s okay.” 

He nods, “Okay.” He opened the passenger door. “Let’s get you home.”

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Wendy had never been so relieved in her life. She found herself still in the Frat house, digging through the pantry hoping to find something resembling sustenance. She heard Peter begin to holler at her from the Living room across the house.

“Peter! I can’t hear you! We’ve been through this!” She yelled out, head deep inside a cabinet hoping at this point to maybe find an old can of mandarin oranges or something.

“I’m taking this trash out. I know the doctor said that the period thing was just stress, but if you do start, you know I’ve got stuff in my room,” He said, a huge trash bag filled to the brim with god only knew what, slung over his shoulder.

“Is it among other things I might not wanna find?” She remarked, pulling her head out from the cabinet with a disappointed look on her face.

“I literally just took you to Planned Parenthood to confirm you weren’t pregnant and you’re judging me right now?” He exclaimed with an incredulous look upon his face.

“Oh well-that’s-....” She sighed in defeat, “That’s fair actually.”

“That’s what I thought. Now after I throw this away I’ll cook you something.” He said, heading towards the front door of the house.

“Alright sounds good!” She called out before muttering, “If you can find anything to cook.”

“What was that?” He called out from the porch as he gathered a few stray soda cans on the porch.

“Nothing Peter! Nothing!” She squeaked out, rising to her feet as she began to pull out plates. 

“That’s what I thought!” He closed the door behind him as he left to go to the dumpster behind the building.

The moment that Peter had shut the door to the Frat house, Devon bounded down the stairs with a fire Wendy hadn’t seen often from him.

“Baby oh my God, you’re not pregnant.Thank Christ. I’m so, so sorry. My phone broke and I’ve been trying to get a new one,” He rambled on as he approached Wendy but she heard none of it, still in shock.And Devin seemingly with the idea that nothing was wrong he let her stumble back into the kitchen counter, and placed his hands upon her waist. It would’ve been a romantic gesture, Wendy thought, if it hadn’t been the man who had put her through so much heartache in the past 2 weeks. She could only stare up at him in shock as her hands fell back to the kitchen counter to pull herself closer in an attempt to distance herself.

“Don’t you have anything to say to Wendy? Maybe I’m sorry for not trying to contact me more or I missed you or something?” He huffed out, hands tightening momentarily on her hips before loosening. 

“You ghosted me Devin,” Wendy breathed out, hands coming up in a weak attempt to shove at his chest. 

Devin’s eyes turned downward and he rolled his eyes at her “accusation” before kissing her on the forehead in a weak attempt at comfort or affection. But Devin’s kisses were always too short, too strong, too much or too little. Despite Wendy expressing these feelings that she didn’t always love being kissed like Devin was about to die, things never changed with him. And Wendy realized they never would.

“That’s not what happened Wendy, and you fucking know I wouldn’t lie to you,” He huffed out, looking down at her with a smug look as if he had caught her in a “gotcha” moment.

Before Wendy could retort with the fact that is what in fact happened, she felt Devin’s body be ripped off her own, and behind him, a very heated Peter.

“Actually Devin, I’ve been here all week and you’ve been on that fucking phone a lot for a man with a broken one.” Peter’s hand was clasped around Devin’s shoulder preventing him from going back towards Wendy as an escape from Peter’s wrath, which all the members of the Frat knew was nothing to scoff at.

“Dude, you have no fucking idea what you’re talking about”

“Nope, wrong answer mate.” Peter threw Devin with ease towards the door of the frat, walking behind him to prevent him from leaping up the stairs for reprieve, “Get the fuck outta here before I make you.”

“Wendy, are you really gonna believe that asshole? He’s fucking lying to you!” He shouted, leaning over Peter in an attempt to see Wendy more clearly, but Peter’s hands hit his shoulders and he had at one point reached around Devin to open the door. Devin fell to his ass on the front porch, still shouting at the two as the door slammed in his face and Peter clicked the lock into place.Wendy could only look ahead, trying not to dissociate at what just happened, when Peter appeared in front of her, hands hovering at her sides wanting to comfort her, but not cross a line. He was also standing at least a foot away from her, not wanting to trap her against the counter, not like Devin had.

“Darling, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” He spoke softly like she was one of the frightened animals Peter rescued in his free time, eyes flitting down her body in concern as if evidence of her emotional turmoil would appear on her skin. 

“No.” She shakes her head, body still tense from what just occurred with Devin. Thoughts racing as she tries to regain steady breathing. What am I going to do? What if Devin does something? Or says something to everyone? “He um, he didn’t hurt me.” 

“Good. Good. What’s going on in that mind of yours? Talk to me.” He probed gently, hand hovering over one of her own on the counter in a silent question of consent before Wendy offered her hand to him, his hand enveloping hers and his thumb rubbing on the top of her hand in an attempt to soothe her racing heart.

“What if he tells everyone? What if he does something to me or -” As Wendy began to spiral, Peter put his hand on her shoulder gently.

“Wendy, look at me. You are one of the smartest, most respected people on this campus. Hell, in this town. Devin doesn’t matter. No one who knows who you really are is gonna believe any of the shit he says. And for the other thing, I won’t let him near you. He’s broken so many of the rules here, that it won’t take a day's worth of paperwork to get him kicked out of the frat. And you’ll tell me if he tries anything right? Right?” He looks Wendy right in the eyes, keeping her gaze on him. Not letting her break it. 

The girl stares at him wide eyed until finally she nods, still looking at him. 

“Good.Good girl” Peter moves one of his hands to the back of her head, gently caressing her hair. 

“You don’t need to kick him out.” The Clarke girl softly attempted to defend Devin, not wanting to give anymore reason for Devin to hate her. Still slightly wanting him to like her, even if he’s done her wrong. Afterall; ‘He’s the only man who loves me’. That’s all Wendy believes. Maybe it’s because it’s what Devin told her once himself, or it’s just all her mind will tell her. 

“Beside’s the fact he’s a massive prick who’s broke so many of the Chapters rules, he’s a lousy fucking housemate. “ Peter continued, pulling back to look down at Wendy, hand buried in her thick messy hair, not realizing how intimate their position appeared. 

“I just-he loves me. I’ve never had that. Someone love me so-” She sighed looking down in embarrassment,cheek flushed red. “Go on. I’m listening.” He reassures her, dropping his hand from her hair and shoulder in their awkward version of a hug and stepping back to give her space. He wasn’t aware how much Wendy wished he wouldn’t have moved.

“I just-I’d never really had any serious boyfriends.When we moved here from Britain I had to focus on catching up, learning to drive when everything I knew about driving was different. Didn't have time for romance. And then I met Devin, he-” Wendy took a deep breath, face pinched at the memories she realized as she spoke weren’t as sweet as she once remembered. 

“He told me- he told me that he was the only man that would ever love me.That would put up with my “bullshit” and “worries”. God, he got so upset when I got worried about things. Or when I got too excited, or too sad, “ She laughed bitterly, trying to prevent herself from crying again today, “He told me “No one likes a doormat Wendy. No one likes a “Nervous Nelly”. No one likes a-” She began to sniffle as she finished her little rant, “ No one likes someone so emotional.”  But he did. He told me he loved me. He took my virginity. He took-” She began to break down now, stepping around Peter with her face buried in her hands in shame. She felt like a fool. Peter had told her about Devin. Had told her and warned and begged her. And she didn't listen.

“Well he was wrong.” Peter turned around, walking up to Wendy, his front against her back. The girl stays as she is, not wanting Peter to see her cry. She doesn’t like anyone seeing her cry. 

“Turn around.” He gently demanded, when she didn’t, Peter put his hands on Wendy’s shoulders.

“Wendy. Turn around and look at me.” The young man's voice got firmer as he softly spun her around to face him, putting his hands under her chin and forcing her the look at him. When she finally looked at him through bloodshot eyes Peter gave her a reassuring tender smile. 

“He was wrong, Wendy. Do you understand me? He was wrong. You’re able to feel emotions. You are human.You feel so strongly.That’s what makes you so kind. And you are not a doormat, you’re not. If Devin thinks differently then that's on him. Why does Devin get to decide how you get to be treated? He’s a bad person, a bad frat brother, and an even worse boyfriend. You don’t deserve that Wendy Bird. You deserve the absolute best that any man could ever give. You understand that right? I need you to say you understand.” Peter is holding her face steady, like she’ll slip away if he releases her. 

“I understand.” Wendy confirms after a long moment of silence. 

The End

Authors Note: We wrote some of this half asleep at 5am. That's all. Also don't worry, Peter isn't perfect in every work. Just this one. Working on some lore posts, breakup posts (bc spoiler these guys in the main "continuity" break up 3 times), and fluff. Might also post some songs from our extensively long playlist for this AU. Let us know what you think! -Camie & Lavender ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

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Hey guys! We’re cooking up another one shot for you guys as we speak! Hopefully posted by tomorrow night. Stay tuned!-Camie and Lavender

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Not-So Meet Cute-Freshman Year Of College Edition

Peter was utterly fucking exhausted. Moving to America was already a shit show. But because his older brother Robert “Rumple” Gold was the Dean of Storybrooke University, meant that Peter got in tuition free. So moving to America it was. He only had a couple of days after the plane ride, and the time change from British Summer Time and into the Eastern Daylight Time of Storybrooke, Maine. Don’t even get him started on the boxes. Peter hadn’t realized he had owned so much, particularly when it came to clothes, until he had to shove it all in cardboard boxes to ship overseas. And then, with no time to waste, recruitment came around. Peter was determined to Rush, and no one told you how annoying it was to pander to be a part of a group, much less a Fraternity. 

But finally, classes started. Peter always thought of himself as a man with a good sense of direction. But Storybrooke University was no London. The buildings were historical, but not in the cheap sense. The University took pride in its history, and didn’t wanna risk damaging the internal structures of the buildings.This meant a lot of buildings lacked elevators.And if they did, Peter could not for the life of him find them.This wasn’t something that bothered Peter. What bothered Peter was that he had already been inside 3 buildings on the West end of campus and still hadn’t found Children’s Literature. (He needed the elective, and he had read as a child? So why not?) This meant Peter had darted up and down not 1, not 2, and not even 3 flights of stairs. But 4. Why 4 ? He accidentally went downstairs instead of up in the first building he was in, walking into a very intense statistics class that he nearly sat down in before he heard the word “percentages” uttered that he noticed the numbers on the board. He knew as he speedwalked toward his next attempt that the looks that the students and the professor gave would haunt him tonight as he fell asleep.

Just as Peter began to contemplate that, “college might not be for me. I could just live with Rumple and harass people online for a job. He’d let me right?”  He crashed right into a young woman carrying an iced coffee in one hand, and a cellphone in the other. This was no shoulder bump, “Oops. Sorry about that!” situation either. This was a full blown, smack-dab, run in. And the best part, for Peter’s outfit that is, was that the coffee spilled on the young lady, and not onto him. The unfortunate part for Peter himself though, was that the girl was wearing a white short-sleeved button up paired with a russet pencil skirt, and that shade of brown did not match with the shade of brown that splattered the girl’s chest from the cold brew that Peter had knocked out of her hand.

“Jesus Christ, I am so, so , so so so sorry! That was totally on me. Well the coffees on you I guess,” He let out a nervous chuckle that he hoped came off as at least a little bit charming. The girl was still staring in shock at her ruined top, before slowly looking up at Peter. With Peter’s height being oh so close to 6’0 feet but not quite there, that didn’t take long. He gulped as he saw the fire burning in her hazel eyes, and despite feeling the angry heat radiating off her, he couldn’t help but notice the flecks of green that the sun brought out in her otherwise more so brown eyes. It made the thought cross his mind that his green eyes would look better with specks of light brown, an inverse of hers. 

“What is wrong with you?” She shrieked at him, her soft hands shoving at his forearms that were up in his defense as he had been trying to explain himself. Her voice sounded familiar, like home that had been away from home too long.

“You’re British?” Was all he could manage to say in his defense as he stumbled back and attempted in a graceful way to regain his balance. Attempted being the key word, as his back met one of the many beautiful campus trees, which were much more beautiful when your back wasn’t digging into their bark.

“Is that all you have to say about what just happened here? Have you gone mad?” She sputtered out in disbelief. Her irritation prominent as she roughly wipes at her shirt, only furthering the stain.

“I mean, you look mad. Like majorly pissed-” he began to say, but her eyes snapping up in a further rage made him falter-“But-but! You’re just making it worse! Let’s be honest. That button up is done for.” 

Her cold brew stained hands flew up in frustration as she exclaimed, “Well no shit Sherlock! What do you intend to do to fix it?” 

Peter had to almost physically pick his jaw off the ground at the gall of this girl he had only just met. “Well, if you hadn’t interrupted me, I would’ve offered you my jumper here in my bag.” He began to set his messenger bag on the ground, dropping on one knee to dig through the mess of pencils and notebooks he had haphazardously thrown in there this morning. 

“I don’t know how you’d be able to find it in all that mess.” The girl scoffed, her Mary Janes tapping in annoyance next to him as he searched. 

“Do you want it or not?” He found himself huffing out as he finally pulled out a hickory-brown sweatshirt with the words “BROOKLYN” stitched on the front in a pale white in big bold letters. He looked up and raised his eyebrows at the girl, shaking the sweatshirt in a “take it already!” motion. 

She was too busy gaping at the sweatshirt, and subsequently him to react. Between giggles that began to erupt from the back of her throat, asked, “Is…is that where-” The girl’s laughter overtook her and she folded in half as her hands fell to her knees. 

“Is that where what?” He snapped, rising to his feet and scooping his satchel up in one motion, getting impatient at this added roadblock to getting to class. 

“Is that where you think we are right now?” She sputtered out, before giggles overtook her again and she looked at him with a shit-eating grin that he had only really seen on his new best friend, and fellow Frat member, Felix. There was no way this girl was laughing at him, and mocking him after he had offered his help. It didn’t even matter if the mishap was his fault. She was being rude. 

His knuckles turned white as his fist clenched around the jumper. “Actually, now that I think a bit more clearly about it. I’m feeling a bit sentimental about this one right now.” He began to shove it back in the bag when the girls hand wrapped around his wrist in a motion so quick it took him a moment to register it. 

“I’m sorry ! I’m sorry- okay I just. I just woke up,I’m so sleep deprived, the Starbucks gave me the wrong order at first, and I’m a freshman and I’m already running late to this class I’m really excited for and I just have to make a good first impression because first impressions are literally everything-” Peter remarked in his head that this girl seemed like she couldn't notice when she just could not stop talking. 

Peter, on the other hand, could not help interrupting.

“What class is it?” He questioned, slowly removing the sweatshirt from where it was hanging half in his bag, and halfway to hitting the concrete. 

“Children’s Literature. I’m a huge reader. Always have been,” She spoke it all out in one breath, like it was something she had wanted to tell someone for a while, but she never had quite the chance for someone to listen. 

“Oh thank god,” He breathed out a sigh of relief. 

“What is it?” She asked, head tilted in confusion at why this tidbit of personal information would make a guy so relieved.

“That’s where I’m heading. Please, tell me you know where it is.” He pleaded, hands together in a clasped motion of a man in need of mercy.

The girl stopped, lips pursed and eyes intense like she was thinking of the best way to knee him in the crotch and take his bag before she made her declaration. 

“I will show you where it is and we can walk together-” She spoke slowly, as if he was a child who needed clearcut instructions without a chance for interpretation. 

Not helping his case, he interrupted just like a child, “Oh thank you ! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His strong hands gripped her shoulders in an excited shake, that she quickly put a stop to by stepping back. 

“If, and only if, you let me borrow the jumper.” She had a smug grin on her face as she crossed her arms over her coffee splattered top, looking a little too smug for Peter’s liking for a girl who’s outfit looked like a paper towel used to clean a kitchen counter.

“Oh my god, you’re relentless aren’t you,” He huffed out, hand thrusting out the item in her direction. 

“Some people say it’s my best quality.” She said as she took it carefully, like Peter might’ve infected it with cooties or something. As she slipped it over her head, he couldn’t help but notice how well it looked on her. This made him shake his head, as if his mind was an old Etch-A-Sketch toy.

By the time Peter had filtered his inappropriate thoughts, the girl was already walking with determination in the complete opposite way that he had been going in the first place. “Hey! How do you even know where it is anyway?” He exclaimed as he jogged after her, catching up to her side after a moment.

“I found all of my classes the day after move-in,” She said as if it was an obvious thing. 

“You can do that?” He said, eyebrows pulled together in confusion at her words at the idea of planning ahead that far.

“Of course you can. Now shush. I have to focus.” She retorted as she began to fiddle with her phone, switching rapidly between the Canvas app, her email, and her calendar.

Peter, ever the best at getting the motherfucking hint, decided to speak up again, “What’s your name?”

“You do not need to know my name,” She said, head snapping up at lightspeed in his direction, looking at him like he’d declared that they were to be married in the morning and not just him asking for an introduction. 

“Personally, I like to know the names of the girls who wear my clothes,” Peter smirked as he watched her face turn a light crimson color at his words. 

“My name is Wendy. And you?” She finally replied, looking as if this conversation was going to cause her a heart attack, definitely not helped by the coffee that if she had finished just a few minutes earlier, would have prevented their entire interaction. 

“Peter. Delighted to meet you.”

THE END

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys! Camie and Lavender here! First of all, how do British people speak? Second of all, can you indent paragraphs on Tumblr, or are we incompetent? Please let us know in the comments. (Please don't be mean we're sensitive!!!) Constructive Criticism is welcome and appreciated! Until next time! -Camie & Lavender

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Character Descriptions

Peter (Pan) Barrie-

(Age Varying Depending on timeline) 18-22

Environmental Studies Major

Communications Minor

Frat President(We know nothing about Frats except what Lavender knows from living across from a bunch of Frat guys in school)

British but going to school in America (Depending on one-shot depends on when Peter moved to the US)

Green Day,Fall Out Boy,Set It Off Fan

Wendy (Darling) Clarke-

(Age Varying Depending on timeline) 18-22

Early Education Major

English Minor

RA who runs her dorms like the Navy

British but moved to the US when she was a teenager

Middle Child (John is her older brother, while Michael is younger) 

Regina’s favorite

Olivia Rodrigo,Fleetwood Mac,Kelsea Ballerini Fan

Robert (Rumple) Gold-

(Age is solid despite timeline) 60s

Belle’s Husband

Dean of Storybrooke University

Majored in Business and minored in Communications

This is why he’s a master manipulator (No hate for those majors/minors. Lavender is a comm major)

Peter’s Super Old Brother (BC screw canon and the OUAT family tree)

Has a different Mom than Peter

Their Dad had Rumple when he was 15, and Peter when he was 55

Killian (Hook) Jones-

(Age is solid despite timeline) 40s

Emma’s Husband

Oceanography/Geography/Marine Biology Professor

Majored in Marine Biology and minored in Geography

Missing a hand from a boating accident as a young man

Beefs with Peter who comes in late, drunk, or stoned almost every class. If not that- he sleeps in class

Favors Wendy to anger Peter

Emma (Swan) Jones-

(Age is solid despite timeline) 40s

Killian’s Wife

Campus Police Department Sheriff

Consistently pissed off

Henry’s Mother

Criminal Justice Major

Tired of Peter’s frat 

Henry Mills

(Age Varying Depending on timeline) 18-22

English Major

Creative Writing Minor

Adopted by Regina as a baby because Emma wasn’t confident in her ability to care for him

Close with Wendy

Fan of The Beatles,Billy Joel, Florence & The Machine

Regina Mills 

(Age is solid despite timeline) 40s

Dean of Resident Life

Runs the dorms like the Navy

Favorite RA/Student is Wendy

Calls Emma for the dumbest shit in the dorms

Henry's Adoptive Mother

Felix Brooks

(Age Varying Depending on timeline) 18-22

Business Major

Environmental Science Minor

In the same Frat as Peter

Peter’s best friend

Fan of Sabrina Carpenter (no one can ever know), Nine Inch Nails,Cage the Elephant

Devin Fisher

(Age Varying Depending on timeline) 18-22

Finance Major

Marketing Minor

Character we throw around and have declared an asshole based off one OUAT episode plot he’s involved in

Lily (Tiger) Wapanatâhk

(Age Varying Depending on timeline) 18-22

Theatre Major

History Minor

Sorority Member (but not a stereotypical sorority girl-think Elle from Legally Blonde mentality) 

Always has the greatest outfits

Always misses her cues at rehearsals

Fan of Paramore,The Lumineers,Bon Iver (If there are any Native American Artists, specifically from the tribe mentioned below- that you think our version would listen to, please let us know!)

(We referenced the tumblr Writing With Color in finding an appropriate last name for Lily’s character. The last name used is the last name of the actress who plays Tiger Lily in the most recent Peter Pan adaptation, Peter & Wendy. She is an indigenous actress from the Bigstone Cree First Nation Tribe. This is according to Entertainment Weekly. If any of our portrayals of her character are inappropriate to the culture, please educate us.)