→ Peter And Wendy, An Unrequited Cycle

One adores reading and stories, quite determined to protect the one loves she loves, and willing to sacrifice herself for her family

The other is obsessed with magic being powerful, and tries his hardest to have it all despite knowing he can’t

── ˙ ̟ !! 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

So in the beginning Wendy's aunt talks about her secret kiss being for the man she will truly love.

So it hit me that as Wendy tells Peter that her hidden kiss is his and will only be his, she basically promises her heart to him.

That she would only ever love him.

Half an hour later, a couple of dialogues past, they are now engaged at 13 years old.