Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Truth, Dare, or Die (x Reader)

Warning: Alchohol will be included in this briefly. If you are sensitive to that subject, please do not read. 

A/N: The character Y/N is of legal age to drink on Neverland

Truth, Dare, or Die. It's a fairly simple game that is played by the lost boys of Neverland, and can lead to extreme circumstances. I had always seen and heard the lost boys playing it, but I was smart enough never to participate. No thanks. That could not possibly end well. 

Unfortunately, the game was brought up. 

As the lost boys sat in the camp ground eating what they had hunted in silence, Jack, a lost boy with light blonde hair (but it was so dirty, it looked brown) spoke up. "It's so quiet! Why aren't you boys talking?"

Trevor, his best friend, shrugged. "Guess everyone's hungry,"

A boy I didn't recognize laughed. "You can say that again!" He ripped some meat from the bone of an animal with his teeth and swallowed. Juice from the meat dripped down his chin, and he wiped it with his hand and onto his pants. Boys are such animals. 

"Hey Pan!" One called from a low hanging tree branch, "Do we have any plans after dinner?"

Peter, my boyfriend. Looked up from his meal. "No,"

The same boy got so excited he almost fell out of the tree. He clambered back onto the branch awkwardly as the huge camp laughed. "Can we have a dance battle?"

Trevor groaned. "We did that the last three nights, and Y/N and Pan won every time! Maybe we can do something else."

"We could do truth, dare, or die," Jack suggested, "We haven't done that one in a while."

The boys whooped and hollered in agreement. The only lost boy not cheering was the rather round, bumbling kid from the tree. "I wanted another dance battle..."

Some other kid sitting near me turned to Pan after gulping down some water. He set his tin cup down in the dirt beside him, now empty. "Pan, can we? Can we do truth, dare, or die?"

"It's fine by me," 

More cheers rang out across the camp. I was tempted to cover my ears, with 50 screaming boys, it can be hard not to. They didn't quiet down, either, everyone was talking and paying no mind to anyone else.

Pan chuckled and put his arm around my shoulders. We were sitting next to each other on the log beside the fire he took another drink and set his cup down. "You should play tonight, love,"

I shook my head. "Yeah right. Me, 50 boys, a looming death sentence, and dares? What could go wrong?"

He smirked and pulled me closer. "Well, I don't care what the rules say, I am the rules, so you can eliminate the looming death sentence from that list,"

"Aw, you do care!" I placed a hand over my heart, pretending I was flattered. 

He rolled his eyes. "Ha ha. Anyway, you really should play. It can be fun!"

Felix was sitting on my other side and he sat upright to jump into the conversation. "You should, Y/N. You'd enjoy it!"

"No,"

"Please?" Felix begged. 

"Absolutely not,"

"You're no fun,"

"Yeah, I know, I'm a buzzkill,"

The three of us laughed. We had all been best friends for as long as Neverland had existed, practically. Our three backs leaned against the log and our eyes all seemed to watch the fire as it danced in the center of the campground.