Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Under Attack (x Reader)

I turned over in the bed and snuggled close to Peter, my boyfriend of three years. I think. Neverland time is complicated, so I'm not quite sure, but if we were in the human world it would have been three years.

He sighed and held me close. The morning was perfect: warm sunlight streamed through the windows, trying to wake us up, but we were having none of it! Nothing would ruin this morning.

Except for crazed lost boy who forgot all the rules Peter has in place.

Said lost boy burst into the tent, breathing heavily. I recognized him as Jackson Brick, one of Peter's top spies.

Peter sat up immediately, leaving me cold and unsettled. I angrily sat up next to him.

"What are you doing in my tent?" Peter asked darkly. "You know that one of my ultimate rules is that only Felix and Y/N are aloud in my tent!"

"Yeah," Jackson bent over with his hands on his knees, heaving. How far did he run? "But, Pan, its Hook and the crew! They've infiltrated Neverland, and they're looking for the camp! And they're almost here!"

"Crap!" He shouted, "Y/N, when's the next time the camp moves?"

"Uh... in another hour, I think." I hesitantly answered.

Jackson shook his head. "We don't have enough time, Pan! We've only got 10 minutes, tops!"

At this point, Peter was out of bed only in his boxers but I couldn't care less. I sprinted to the chest at the foot of the bed. Peter was yanking on his clothes, and Jackson was pacing up and down the room.

Wait, Jackson's here...

Screw that, the camp is under attack! I ripped off pajamas leaving me in underwear. Peter took no notice, he was in a state of panic, just like me. Jackson, however, would not quit stating as I threw on my combat clothes.

Hair... crap, what should I do with my hair? Oh screw it, I'll put it in a low pony tail, fast and easy. I started gathering weapons from the room. A knife in my boot, a dagger in my belt, a pocket knife in my waist band, a bow over my shoulder, a quiver, arrows, sword, slingshot... anything else? Oh god...

"Jackson, where are all the lost boys?" I asked frantically as I adjusted my ponytail.

"Outside in the middle of camp, mostly scared and waiting for instructions." He told me.

"Idiots..." I mumbled and ran out of the tent. I faced the lost boys who immediately gave me their full attention. A couple young ones looked scared, but most looked determined. "Alright, boys!" I screamed, "gather weapons, prepare for battle! Archers lead the distance attacks. And yes, to those of you that favor slingshots, you have to listen to the archers! Swordsmen lead the close range attacks! Spies, where are you?" A few boys raised their hands. "Try to set a false trail, anything you can! Buy us time! But don't take too long, we need you here! If worst comes to worst, you need to distract them, even if that means sacrifice! We have to protect the camp!"

The boys nodded seriously and ran off to their stations. Peter had gotten out of the tent by now, and was looking at me as I gave orders.

Felix came running up to us. "What should we do Pan? Also, Y/N, nice job rallying them."

"No time for compliments, Felix!" Peter told him. "We have to prepare for battle. From what Jackson told me after Y/N left, there's more of them than us, and it's going to be a bloodbath."

"More of them?" I asked, "We have roughly a hundred boys! How many of them are coming?"

"Too many."

"No time to blubber," Felix chided, "we need to set up defenses as well as offenses. Peter, you're good at magic, and Y/N, you know a few spells, right?"

"Yeah," we said in unison.

"Then start setting up magical defense boundaries around the camp!" Felix turned to leave.

"Wait," I called, "where are you going?"

He smirked. "I'll try to sink the Jolly Roger. Then they'll go back to the beach."

"What if you get caught?" Peter looked worried.

Felix shrugged. "Then I die."

He ran off before we could stop him, and even if we had time, we wouldn't stop him. This was a risky role, being leaders in Neverland, we know that. Death just hangs over us, and there's not a thing we can do. We just accept it, and hope for the best.

Peter and I went to the edges of camp and started casting shield spells so that a dome covered the camp, a protective dome, that might keep the pirates out for a minute or two more. But that minute is endlessly important.

We finished the spells as the spies returned. They passed through the barrier easily, because they were lost boys. The boundaries would only exclude pirates, but not for long.

The spy in front, a redhead, gasped for breath before reporting some good news. "We led them away, but only for a little while. I'd say we've got 15 minutes give or take."

"Good work," Peter said, "now go get yourselves together and grab some weapons."

They jogged off towards miscellaneous tents to prepare themselves.

I sighed. "Alright. I'll offense from the left side, you take the right. Felix can take the front and we can put a few skilled lost boys in back. Obviously the rest will help, but we can lead the offense-"

"Wait, you?"

"What about me?" I scrunched my face up.

He laughed. "You're not fighting!"

All laughed in his eyes vanished when he met my hard stare. "I'm the second best warrior here. Of course I'm fighting!"

"No!" He argued, "It's not safe!"

"I'll decide for myself what's safe and what's not. Peter, risk comes with the job. We just have to cope and hope we don't get hurt. I'm fighting because this is my home. I'm fighting because this is my family. I'm fighting because I love you!" I froze. We had never said I love you before. What did I just do?

He smiled. "You love me?"

"I suppose so." I confessed.

"Well," he murmured, "I love you, too."

He leaned in to kiss me. Just before our lips met, a bullet zoomed right between the remaining space between our mouths and hit a boy behind us.

And then they were upon us.