Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine

TW// sexual abuse & rape
Please do not read if these are sensitive topics for you
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It's been over 10 years now on Neverland. You've been here frozen in time at the age of 17, for over 10 years of your life. You could have been married, with kids, graduated from college... but you were on this stagnant island instead, never moving forward or back. Just... frozen.

Even though being here was much more ideal than your home life you had back before your prayers were answered, you still wonder at how life would have turned out if you had stayed instead of leaving with Peter.

Peter Pan, a fairytale everyone knew that wasn't actually a fairytale. He was more than that to you though, he was something so much more.

As you sit on the rock by your small home, you recall the first year being on Neverland. It was great, living with the Lost Boys and not having a care in the world, but as the year went on feelings for Peter started to grow. No matter how hard you tried to push them down, smother those forbidden feelings with the heaviest of pillows, drown them with the saddest of tears you could cry, it never worked. And Peter noticed. He would hear you cry in the night as you tried to keep silent. It wasn't that he didn't love you, you were sure he felt something. The look in his eyes when he sent you away to the beaches with the mermaids told you so. He felt something, and it terrified him. So he made you leave, just far enough to ignore his feelings, but never fully gone because without knowing you were safe, he would go mad. He had a silent claim on you, and everyone on the island knew it.

"(Y/N)! Get down from that rock and braid my hair pleeaasseee!" Called Katrina, your best friend. She was a mermaid, all the girls were. You were the only human girl on Neverland, the only one from the outside that could tell the mermaids about what it was like in another realm. That was a main reason they didn't kill you as soon as you arrived on their beaches, fumbling with your stuff as you carried it from the camp. They saw you as entertainment, someone to occupy their time. But you seemed to grow on them, as they taught you to swim and hold your breath for an unbelievably long amount of time in exchange for gossip and new hairstyles. They adored the braids, and many were eager to learn from you. Now, 10 years later, you were family. A little sister of sorts.

You climbed down from your rock, and sat behind Katrina as you weaved a braid into her hair, placing flowers delicately as you went. She babbled on about drama, and you nodded and hummed to make it seem like you were listening.

"Have you heard what's been happening with Pan lately?" Katrina said, you immediately coming to attention at the sound of his name. A name you could say a thousand times over and never get tired.

"No?" You respond, waiting for her explanation.

"Well, rumour has it he's not in the greatest of moods lately. I can't understand it, because he's always been a kind fellow, at least to me. Apparently some of the Lost Boys are choosing to leave Neverland, and he's getting frustrated. He felled 4 trees the other night in one of his temper tantrums! The nerve of that boy..." she goes on, rambling on about men and how stupid they are. But you didn't even attempt to listen, preoccupied with your own thoughts.

Lost Boys leaving? It was almost unheard of. No doubt Peter would be out of sorts, those boys are his family... and God knows you don't want to be around Peter when he gets into a mood. He can be the most unpredictable person you've ever met, despite being caring and merciful most of the time.

"Thanks for the hair (Y/N)!" Katrina said, diving into the water gracefully and disappearing beneath the depths of the aqua water.

"Sure..." you mumble, still worried about Pan. Was he alright? Had he hurt any of the remaining boys? Has he taken his anger out on any other girls like last time? No. You think, refusing to remember the cries of the helpless girl at the mercy of Pan's wrath. He had barely any when it comes to being angry and girls are involved. You hated that side of him, the side that would take his anger out on anything, by sexually abusing innocent girls he saw fit or beating up the nearest landmark. Thankfully you were never a victim. He could never bring himself to harm you that way, he cared too much. Even though he refused to acknowledge it, he cared. And you still loved him. Despite anything he ever did, you loved him silently from afar. But sometimes you wonder if you loved a monster that wasn't capable of returning what you felt.