REQUEST: 18 Peter pan
A/N: imagine: Peter has a little too much to drink and tells you he likes you /List of one line prompts
FANDOM: OUAT
PAIRING: Peter x Reader
RATING: K
TITLE: Celebration
WORD COUNT: 236
You saw Pan approach you, bottle in hand, as you watched the boy dance around the bonfire. They were yelling and clapping, all a little drunk. It was the biggest celebration yet, Pan had consumed the power of the heart of the truest believer and was stronger than ever.
"Hello, my little Lost Girl", he said, words slurry and eyes cloudy. "You know, I've come to fancy you quite a bit", he sat down and touched the tip of norse with his finger. You wrinkles you node and smiled.
"You're drunk", you laughed. He shook his head no and looked away, taking a sip from his bottle. You took it away from him, leaving him staring at his empty hand with a frown. You drank the liquid and you shivered; it tasted as disgusting as it looked. Pan gave a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"We've kissed now", he said and you laughed with him. Then that drunken smirk dropped.
"I really do like you", he said, leaning toward you until your shoulders quickly bumped.
"Yeah, tell me that again when you're sober", you said with a wink and got up from the log.