Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine

"Do you think it's... Dead?" You hear someone say. Wait what? You try to lift your head, but groan at how much effort it took. Your whole body felt like a piece of lead. You manage to open your eyes, attempting to see where you are.

You feel the grains of sand rub against your cheek as you tilt your head upwards toward the blue sky. Four boys are standing around you, all wearing clothes that looked handmade. You squint your eyes at the brightness of the sun and sit up slowly, rubbing your temples to try and calm your pounding headache.

You stare at the boys, and they do the same, eyes wide open in shock.

"Where am I?" You croak, the words hurting your throat as they came out. But the boys said nothing, simply stared in silence. What, had they never seen a girl before?

A boy about 10 years old stepped out of their little circle, a genuine smile on his face. "You're in Nev-"

"Colin! Shut up!" Says the oldest one, looking about 18 years old. He had dark eyes and messy blonde hair with a hooded cloak draped over his body. Who did he think he was? You gave him a glare, looking to the boy- Colin- in hopes he would tell you.

"You can't tell her. We should take her to Pan. See what he has to say." He says, narrowing his eyes at you. The boys start to slowly move toward you, one with rope in his hands.

"Wait, hold on...! Stop!" You yell, standing up as they close in on you. You make a mad dash for the forest in front of you, away from the beach you were on. But one of them, probably the oldest, tackles you straight to the ground before you could run 15 feet.

You cry out in pain as your head hits a rock, your vision going fuzzy. Everything seems to get quiet, and the world starts to spin as your body grows heavier and heavier. You can't do anything but watch.

You can feel them bind you with the rope around your wrists and ankles, and then put a bag over your head. The oldest one picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, and begins to carry you through the forest to whatever mystery destination they were talking about. Something about a Pan?

"Please... Let me go..." You whisper, and then everything goes black.

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You come out of unconsciousness to the sound of yelling, very loud yelling. You sit there in silence, acting as if you were still unconscious, and listen.

"Why did you bring her here?!" You hear a voice yell, a British accent threading the words.

"I didn't think you'd want her roaming the beaches!"

"She is a danger to all of us. She's the first girl to ever be on this island. And you know what that means? SHE IS GOING TO MESS THINGS UP FOR ALL OF US! That's what girls do." The British voice screams back in anger. You furrow your eyebrows, and tears prick at the side of your eyes at his statement, both in anger and sadness. You haven't even talked to him and he already hates you.

"You're unbelievable Pan. Deal with her yourself since you think you're the perfect one around here." The other voice said angrily. You hear his footsteps stomp off, leaving the British-voiced one alone with you.

You hear his footsteps walk over to you quietly, and then the bag is yanked off of your head in a flash. A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes follow up the body of the boy in front of you.

He seemed about your age, if not older, with piercing green eyes and light brown hair that did a little swoop at the top. He was pretty tall, and hand-made clothes adorned his body, much like the ones you saw on the boys that basically kidnapped you earlier. He was attractive, but you instantly hated him. The way his eyebrow arched when he looked over your face annoyed the hell out of you, almost like he was judging whether you were worthy of being in his presence. Dick.

You glare at him with all the anger you had in your body, hoping he would get the message. If looks could kill, he would be lying in a pool of his own blood by now.

He merely laughed at your attempt of intimidating him, moving your hair behind your ear and out of your face.

"Now who might you be, beautiful?" You try to jerk your head away from him, giving him a death look.

"Now now, let's not be that way and play nice." He said with a smirk. You look him straight in the eyes, your gazes connecting for a few seconds in eerie silence as he sizes you up. Then, you promptly spit in his face.

He tore back away from you, wiping his face with his sleeve. When he looked back at you, anger was playing in his features. Good riddance. He stomped toward you again, his face not 5 inches from yours.

"Let's try that again. Who are you?" He demanded.

"Why does it matter?" You ask defiantly, raising your chin so your eyes are even with his.

"Because this is my island, and you play by my rules now." He said, glaring at you.

"Well maybe I don't want to play your game. You're not my king, or my fucking boss." You spat. He was really starting to tick you off.

"There are no kings in Neverland. Just me." He smirked, stepping back from you. "Tell me who you are, or else." He threatened.

"What are you gonna do? Kill me?" You sneered.

"That could be arranged." He stated, pulling out a knife and pushing it to your throat. Fear enveloped your body, but you refused to show it. You couldn't.

"My name is (Y/N)." You said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady.

He smirked at his accomplishment and put his knife away as quickly as he had pulled it out.

"Good. Now let me introduce myself. I'm Peter...Peter Pan." He said, stepping back and gesturing to the entire camp and forest around you. He looked back to you, the flames of the fire dancing wildly in his eyes. "Welcome to Neverland."

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