Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 3

Y/n's POV:

We all stood there, stunned by Blondie's words. Greg looked the most shocked—eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Well... then you're not getting the boy," Greg said, still in disbelief. He stepped over to Tamara's side, standing between us and the tall blonde guy.

Blondie paused for a moment, then smirked.

"Of course we are," he said, tilting his head slightly. He acted like he knew something we didn't. His confidence was unsettling. Suddenly, a loud roaring noise surrounded us. We looked up to see a massive shadow with piercing eyes flying straight at Greg.

The shadow lunged and ripped Greg's shadow away from him. Greg dropped face-first to the ground.

"Ah hell nah, bro," I muttered, stepping back. I looked at Henry. "I think that's our cue to leave."

"Get the boy," Blondie ordered smugly, sending his league of Lost Boys after us.

On instinct, I grabbed Henry and we bolted past them. Behind me, I heard a loud thunk and someone gasp, but I didn't look back. I didn't realize until later that Tamara had taken one for the team—shot in the back with an arrow.

Henry and I ran as fast as we could, leaping over logs and snapping branches as we went. Our hands were still tied, but we didn't stop. I had to slow down a bit so Henry could keep up—his legs were shorter than mine—but we still kept a good pace.

After a few moments, I suddenly realized Henry wasn't beside me anymore. I turned to see him face-down on the ground, having tripped over a root.

Oof. That had to hurt, I thought as I slowed to a stop and ran back to help him up.

Suddenly, I heard rustling in the leaves to my right. I spun around, trying to locate the source of the noise—and out of nowhere, a boy around my age emerged from the trees and yanked both Henry and me into the bushes.

I let out a short scream as we were pulled into a hidden ditch. I looked up at our—savior? Captor? I couldn't tell yet.

"Come on," the boy said urgently. He had dragged us into a secluded area under overgrown vines and thick trees. I opened my mouth to say something like, "What the heck, bro?" but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. In any other situation, I probably would've licked his palm just to make a point, but I could tell he was trying to keep us safe.

Moments later, a group of about ten Lost Boys came running down the path we'd just been on.

"Where did they go?" one boy asked.

"This way," another said, pointing off toward the trees. Within seconds, they had all vanished down the trail.

The mystery boy removed his hand from my mouth.

"Thanks," I said, giving him a quick once-over. I didn't know his name yet, so I mentally dubbed him Brownie—because of his brown hair. Seemed fitting.

"Pan and his forces are in tune with every grain of sand on the island," Brownie said seriously. "We must be careful."

"Are you a Lost Boy?" Henry asked, still out of breath.

"I was," Brownie replied. He bent down, picked up a sharp rock, and cut Henry's bindings. I unsheathed my sword a little and sliced my own—because who needs a man to save her, anyway?

"But I escaped," Brownie continued. "Now they're after me, too."

"How? What happened?" Henry asked.

"No time for questions," Brownie said quickly. "We have to move. Come on!"