Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Dance... or Die (x Female! Reader)

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Y/F/N- Your First Name

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

A/N: The dancing that takes place in this imagine is incredible, and I would like to say that I know that this is impossible to master in one night, so please no hate about that! 

The lost boys sat around the fire scraping the bottoms of their bowls to get the last of the food in there. They laughed and tossed more logs onto the fire. I sat on a log lazily spooning soup into my mouth with my boyfriend, Peter at my side. About 15 boys sat around the fire, excluding Felix, Pan and I. We had around 100 lost boys, but only the favored boys sat here. Most just ate in trees, on the ground nearby, or in their tents, socializing and having fun. It was an atmosphere that was casual and comfortable, and I craved this time. Unfortunately it didn't last long. 

One lost boy, Luke, stood and looked out at the boys at the fire. "We haven't played a large scale game in forever, Pan, why don't we do something?" Luke was right, of course. I couldn't remember the last big game we played with all the boys. 

Peter raised a brow. "Well, do you have any ideas, Luke?"

"You bet, Pan." Luke said with a mischievous smile, "A game, a competition of dance. One pair against the next until there is one winning partner ship, and those who refuse to participate are to be sent to their graves. I call it: Dance... or Die."

Ripples spread through the camp. Boys whispered to the ones next to them, discussing this game, asking if Pan would agree to this new game, who would chicken and die, and partnerships. 

"That is quite the game, Luke. I like it, I mean, we definitely need a new game around here. Just one question... partnerships?" Peter stood and leaned against a tree. 

Luke nodded hastily. "Most of us will be with another lost boy, but one lucky man gets a girl, I guess." He smirked over at me, looked me up and down, and shot me a wink. 

Pan's small smile disappeared. "It sounds like a great game, Luke. But you won't be participating."

"Why not?"asked Luke, furrowing his brow. 

"Because, Luke, you looked at my girlfriend in a way only I can." Peter Pan said with a growl. Luke's eyes widened before he dropped to the ground, dead. "Now, we'll need a judge."

Hands went up around the camp to volunteer, but Felix spoke up, "Shouldn't you be the judge, Pan?"

"I would be, but then someone else would be dancing with Y/N. Felix, you judge. It's also your responsibility to kill the ones too scared to compete, get creative. Now," Peter turned to me. "Y/N, would you be my dance partner?" He extended his hand and I clasped it without a second thought. 

Felix addressed the crowd. "Find a dance partner, all who wish to compete and live."

Each boy extended a hand to a good friend, or for those that don't go for girls, more than friend. Once most people had a partner, Felix executed those too prideful to compete. 

"LET THE GAME BEGIN!"

Cheers erupted amongst the boys and I smiled up at Felix, who stood in a tree so that everyone could see him. 

"THE FIRST DANCE IS: DEVIN AND DRAKE! ON DECK IS LIAM AND MAX!" Announced Felix. The competition went on and on, one group after the next. 

Peter was anxious, and his voice sounded nervous, too. "Y/N, we have to win this. I'm their practically their King, and you their Queen. We need to win."

"We will, Peter. Let's just run the dance again." I assured him and we began to practice the elaborate dance that we had planned once again. 

The night went on until finally, Felix cried, "AND NOW, THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: PETER PAN AND Y/F/N Y/L/N!"

Cheers erupted around the camp and Peter and I stepped up into the area that was cleared to be a dance floor. We began in close contact, but as the music Peter had summoned played, we separates and spun across the floor in elaborate patterns. It was an emotional dance that swept our love up in itself and it was clearly showing as we danced with all we had. When was had struck our final pose, silence enveloped the camp, but humungous cheers erupted. Peter and I left the dance floor, leaving the lost boys in awe. 

Needless to say, we definitely won that competition.