Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

I hate this Island

You hated Neverland with a passion. You hated that time stood still. You hated that the entire island was a dense jungle. You hated the pirates that would come to shore for the sole purpose of fucking shit up. You hated that you were the only girl on the island. You hated that you were taken from your home, from your loving home. You hated the rambunctious Lost Boys. You hated their leader, the self-proclaimed king of Neverland. You hated Peter Pan more than anything. You didn't belong on Neverland. You never did. The island was for the lost, and you weren't among those who felt that way.

You didn't know why you were brought to the island in the first place. You didn't feel lost. You never heard music come from Pan's flute. You missed your warm, loving home. You missed your bed and burying yourself under the covers. Here? You had a cot and a thin, scratchy blanket. It was hot and muggy on the island. You missed the comfort of air conditioning.

If you didn't need Pan's permission to leave the island, you would've left a long time ago. But you did have to get his permission, so you were trapped until the end of time. And in a place where time doesn't pass, the end of time couldn't be further out of reach. You'd heard stories of a boy who found a way off the island, but you knew that Pan watched the way in and the way out like a hawk. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. No one was allowed to leave, ever.

You prayed that Pan didn't know of your hatred of the island. Pan knew everything, though. Especially if one of his Lost Ones didn't feel at home. You never once thought that he'd confront you about it. You should've expected it, though. With the way things were headed, you should've realized that yet another thing wouldn't go your way.

It was after dinner one night. Pan was having another one of his celebrations after bringing yet another boy to the island. He played his flute and the boys danced around a fire. You couldn't help but wonder what the music sounded like.

You hadn't realized that Pan had sat beside you. He cleared his throat. Your head turned, your hair whipping around your face.

"Yes, Pan?" Your voice was small. You never were as loud as the boys–you never saw a reason to be.

"Why don't you join the boys?" He nodded towards the others. They continued their intricate dance around the fire, all of their worries cast aside.

"I just wasn't feeling it tonight," you lied.

He raised a brow. "You said the same thing when you first came here." Your breath caught in your throat. He leaned in closer. "Tell me, Y/N, can you hear the music like the boys do?"

"I, uh, I mean," you stuttered, "that depends on what you mean by music."

"Y/N."

"...no. No, I don't hear it. I never could."

He said nothing. He rose to his feet, holding out his hand. You took it, following behind him as he left the camp. He took you to a part of the jungle you'd never been to before. Pan left go of your hand and stared at you.

"Do you know why I brought you here, Y/N?"

You frowned. "Wait, you're the reason I'm here?"

"I'm the reason every last one of the Lost Boys is here. Why would you be any different?" You didn't say anything, so he continued. "I thought I saw something in you. I thought you'd enjoy Neverland and everything it had to offer. Tell me, Y/N, was I wrong? Do you even enjoy the island?"

"Honestly?" You took a deep breath. "I hate this island, and I hate you. I had a loving family, and you just took me from that! Every other Lost One had a choice to stay in their home, or come with you. You never gave me that choice." You stared at him, but he wouldn't meet your eyes. "Why? Why am I not the same as all the others?"

"Because you're so much better than the others."

"That's a not real answer," you said. "I want to know why you took me from my family, forced me to come to an island I didn't want to even know about. I want to know why you treat me so differently than the boys, and don't you dare say it's because I'm a girl."

"You're not like the others, Y/N," Pan said. You scoffed. "I care about you more than the others."

"What? Is that your way of saying you're in love with me or some shit? 'Cause rest assured, the feeling isn't reciprocated."

His frowned deepened. "You don't mean that. Think about what you're saying."

You laughed. "What, you really think I'd love someone who, when it comes to it, kidnapped me? You have to be kidding yourself."

"If that's how you really feel..." He paused. "Then, I suppose you'll have to learn to love me."

He did something, used his magic against you or something. Everything went fuzzy then turned to black. Hours later, you awoke in a wooden cage. You'd heard about these things, too. People who upset Pan would end up here.

Through the bars, you could see another cage across from you. A girl, a few years younger than you, sat there. She looked like she'd been there a lot longer than you. She stared at you, her eyes wide.

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Wendy," she said. "I don't know what you did, but Pan's angrier than I've ever seen him. You must've done something terrible."

"I–"

Your cage was suddenly lowered, hitting the ground with a dull thud. No one was opening the door to the cage, but you could see Pan crouching down in front of it.

"Have you changed your mind, love?" he asked.

You frowned, words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. "There's nothing to be changed. I still hate everything about Neverland."

His gaze hardened. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I know you'll change your mind eventually. Until then, I suppose some time in the cage will do you some good."

The cage rose back to the tree tops, and Pan left. You looked at Wendy, and wondered if you would be there forever.