Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Campfires and Kisses (x Reader)

I sat next to my boyfriend, Peter, as he played those beautiful pipes of his. The lost boys danced around the fire like always. Most of the time, I joined them, but tonight I just wasn't feeling up for it.

Peter set his pipes down and cast some sort of spell so that they'd keep playing. He looked over at me. "You're not going to join them?"

"No. I'm just... not in the mood." I sighed. I felt down and I couldn't figure out why. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" He suggested, brushing some hair out of my face. He never showed any affection in front of the lost boys, in order to seem scarier, but apparently this was important enough for him to use some PDA. I didn't really expect it. Our relationship has always been a secret.

"No," I mumbled, "the lost boys will hear."

He brushed it off. "They're not listening."

"Fine. I just feel really sad. I have no idea why and I don't know how to make it stop." I turned and buried my face in his shoulder so he wouldn't see my red cheeks.

"I know how to cheer you up."

I pulled my face back so I could look at him. "Is that so?"

"Yep!"

"And how," I teased, "are you going to cheer me up?"

"Like this."

And he kissed me. I was shocked to say the least. Was... was this his way of announcing our relationship to the boys? He pulled back and looked down at me with a boyish grin.

One of the boys wolf whistled at us, some cheered, a lot of them clapped, and a couple glared at Peter. Apparently they had stopped dancing and were circled around us. I hadn't even noticed!

"So, Pan," one called, "are you guys a thing?"

Peter didn't reply, he just dove in and kissed me again, this time short and sweet.

That was enough to answer the question, and everyone whooped and hollered again.

Needless to say, I was in high spirits the rest of the night!