Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine: The Lonely Little Songbird

Request: "Hey, can you please do an Peter Pan x reader imagine where the reader almost never talks to anyone and Peter catches her singing? Fluffy please? Please and thanks!"

Warnings: none

(If you were wondering, the song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran because I wanted to do something that wasn't Lost Boy. You can look it up on youtube, it's really pretty) 

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"Do you EVER talk?" Someone shouted at you from across the gigantic bonfire in the middle of camp.

You shyly glanced up, only to find one of Pan's beloved lost boys staring down at you like you were insane. You shrunk back a bit, giving him an upset look and shrugging your shoulders.

Of course you talked, that was a no-brainer for you, you just didn't LIKE to. You had learned at home not to speak unless you were spoken to, and that rule just never faded from your memory. 

You knew it was okay to talk as loud or as much as you wanted here, the lost boys had shown you that much, but it wasn't something you found comfortable for you. You were just quiet in nature, and didn't feel the need to interrupt the quiet with your voice (even if it was hardly ever quiet here.)

The boy tilted his head at your reaction, but then jumped to his feet and started dancing and having fun with the other boys.

You looked around, watching the lost boys bounce and holler like there was no tomorrow. There was no way you would ever be able to do something like that, not around this group of boys; it wasn't that they weren't nice to you, they were nice, they were just so...loud.

It was almost night, the sun set creating a blue aura around the camp. The fire gave off a dull,  orange light and created shadows that danced across the dirt beneath the lost boys. Their animalistic noises and masks almost convinced you that they were animals, all the screeches and whoops making your heart beat rapidly in fear.

'There's still a little bit of daylight left,' you thought, 'I'm sure Pan wouldn't mind if I took a short walk...'

You slowly stood up, none of the boys even glancing your way. You looked around, and without bothering to tell anybody where you were going, you left.

Into the forest is where your rebellious feet guided you, further from camp every step you took. You didn't look back; you weren't scared of what the boys were going to say if you snuck off. They ought to be used to you randomly going on walks out of camp by now, though you had never thought about doing so at night.

You though about this for a moment; would they get mad if you were out at night? You shrugged, thinking that they probably wouldn't even notice your absence.

It was extremely calm out here, something you weren't really used to because you lived with wild boys who hardly ever stopped to take a break. Soft moss squished under your bare feet, cooling you down almost instantly; it was almost always too hot on the island.

You didn't know where it came from, but something inside you felt the urge to start singing. It was like an instinct, and you couldn't resist it. 

Your voice was probably incredibly scratchy from not using your voice in so long, but you didn't really care that much. You were alone anyway, not on a stage in front of a ton of people. In a small, almost silent voice, you began to hum a bit; a warm up if you will.

The soft, lulling song made you calm every time you listened to it, and you couldn't help but miss the days when you could just shove in your earbuds and listen to it over and over again. Every note was lodged into your brain, so there was no problem remembering it.