Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Period

I rolled over and immediately felt a squishy feeling between my legs, and the bed felt wet. I opened my eyes groggily. Ugh, what now? I threw back the covers, annoyed, but quickly froze.

"Oh no..."

There, covering my lower half and the bed, was a red liquid that I had not planned for. This was the first time I had gotten my period in Neverland, what was I supposed to do? All the people here are boys, like they'd have tampons on hand. Why is my life so miserable?

I stared sobbing as I sat there, but I dragged myself to the bathroom, stilling bawling. This was hopeless! And it's embarrassing to ask for a tampon even if anyone did have one. Do I make pads? I guess.

I sniffed and dried my eyes. Focus, Lily, don't let estrogen control your emotions.

I grabbed a huge wad of toilet paper and stuffed it in my underwear. That'll never be enough. I ripped some fabric from my shirt and put it in. Still not enough, that'll be soaking in no time, it's a heavy day. I ripped open my pillow and took some cotton out, shoving it in my underwear. Now, how do I make it stay?

My eyes landed on some string by my bed. Perfect! I grabbed it and tied some string in loops around the fabric of my underwear and over the padding. That should keep it there.

Feeling proud of myself, I pulled my underwear back up and dressed in a skirt and a shirt. I went down the ladder of my treehouse and looked out over camp. Time to face the day!

My pad lasted roughly ten minutes before I saw blood trickling down my leg. I noticed a boy looking and so I laughed loudly and shouted, "Must've cut my leg. I'm so clumsy! I'll be right back!"

I started to run towards my treehouse, but I felt Niagara Falls rush out of me and decided that it would be better to speed walk. But the speed walk looked more like a hobble as I headed to my treehouse.

I sat in the bathroom, glaring at my soiled undergarments. Ew...

I sighed and began gathering cloth to wad up. I wrapped the string around it and decided pants may be a better choice for today than a skirt.

I went back to the game the boys were playing. It was some kind of fighting game. I collapsed next to my boyfriend, Peter, and asked, "What are we playing?"

"It's a game where each boy has a tomato on his head and he has to fight the other boy and get the other person's apple to fall, without dropping his." He explained.

"Oh, sounds fun." I half heartedly mumbled.

Peter glanced over at me. "You good?"

"Of course I'm good."

"No," he put a hand on my shoulder, "you're not. You seem really down."

"I'm not down!" I argued.

His eyes held a lot of sympathy. "Lily, what's wrong?"

"You know what? I'm next!" I called as the match ended. "I call winner!"

Peter reached for my wrist. He knew that I was just participating to avoid the questions he had, but I pulled away before he could reach me.

I stood in the ring and looked at the other boy. He was big and well built, but probably slow. I'd use that.

Another lost boy who's name I thing starts with H gave me a tomato. Is it Haden? Howard? Harry? Hugo? Henry? Harvey? Yes, that's it, his name is Harvey.

"Thank you, Harvey." He gave me an offended look and sassily gave me the apple, before going to sit next to another boy. Harvey angrily told his friend something- oh. Make that boyfriend. To cheer him up his boyfriend kissed his cheek. Was he mad at me? Oh, shoot! His name is Harley! Duh! I'm so dumb...

I almost didn't notice when the fight began. I leapt away and kicked my opponent in the shin. I could already feel my period killing me. The fight was cut short when a bad cramp hit me, and so did my opponent. The tomato fell to the ground and burst. Then I felt the blood leaking. Oh no.

"Hey, Lily, your pants are all reddish!" Shouted some disrespectful idiot from the crowd.

"Oh," I laughed nervously, "I guess some tomato got on me!"

I hurried away awkwardly, back to the bathroom. I took off the underwear, they were completely soaked. I will never take feminine products for granted ever again- if I ever get any ever again.

Once again, I shoved as much as I could into my underwear and tied it down. It was really uncomfortable, but it would do.

I found myself making up excuses for the third time that day when Peter tried to talk to me.

"Oh, um... the dark spot? Yeah, I spilled water at lunch." I lied.

Peter got a weird expression on his face. "I was next to you, you never spilled water."

"Yeah, it was while you weren't there. Anyway, I have to go. Bye!"

It was forever before I finally gave up. I had tried to make pads over and over and I was running out of ideas.

I trudged to Peter's tent, where I hoped he would be. This was going to be embarrassing...

"Hey Peter? You there?"

"Yeah," I heard the reply, "come on in."

I pushed aside the flap that acted as a door. Peter was sorting through some stuff scattered through the room.

"I'm on my period and I don't have any tampons."

He froze and dropped a book. "Pardon?"

"You heard me. Please help me because I can't take one more minute of this." I pleaded.

Smoke surrounded his hand and a single tampon appeared. "Here."

I took it from him happily, then paused. "I'll need more than that."

He looked at me briefly before three boxes appeared beside us. "There."

"Can you make my cramps go away?" I asked hopefully.

He looked at me and glanced downward before clearing his throat and waving his hand. All pain vanished instantly.

"Peter?"

"Hmm?"

"I have a pile of stained clothes and dirty pieces of fabric in my room. Can you make them disappear? Just destroy them." I was pretty sure he would draw the line here, but he waved his hand and went back to the books he was sorting.

"Thank you!" I leaned down and kissed his check but he looked at the tampon and backed up a bit.

I laughed. "Wait, Peter, are you... uncomfortable? I didn't know you were one of those guys that are scared of periods."

"I'm not!" He argued, but he clearly was.

I took the tampon out of the package and threw at him, gently. He squeaked and dodged, frantically crawling away. I laughed and tossed it in the trash. "Really?"

Peter scowled as I headed to the bathroom, thankful that I finally had tampons again.