Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 4

Y/N's POV:

As the vial tipped and the pixie dust escaped into the air, a shimmer of gold wove around our bodies like threads of sunlight. We held hands tightly—Henry in the middle, anchoring us all—and slowly, impossibly, we began to rise.

My heart thundered against my ribs. I didn't dare look down. Heights and I had an unspoken agreement: I'd stay on the ground, and they wouldn't try to kill me. Yet here I was, floating hundreds of feet above a chasm with nothing but belief and glitter holding me up.

Below us, the Lost Boys burst through the trees, blades drawn and snarls twisting their youthful faces. But we were already gone, carried by something they couldn't touch—hope.

We soared across the gorge in silence, wind brushing against our skin like a whispered secret. Brownie—our mysterious guide—spotted a break in the trees ahead. He pointed to a clearing beyond the cliff and nodded. With a careful shift of weight and willpower, we descended slowly... until the magic gave out entirely.

We dropped the last few feet and landed hard, collapsing in a tangled heap of limbs and startled groans. Not exactly graceful, but at least we were still alive.

I brushed myself off, checking for broken bones, twigs in my long hair, and any last remnants of dignity. Henry beamed, entirely unfazed.

"See?" he said, grinning. "If you believe, anything is possible."

"You couldn't be more right, Henry," Brownie said, brushing dirt from his trousers with a small, approving smile.

But something in me twisted at that.

A pause stretched between us—long enough for silence to start whispering all the things I'd ignored. I glanced at Henry. He looked at me. And then the memory hit me like a blade between the ribs.

"I never told you his name," I said slowly, my voice quiet and sharp.

Brownie stilled.

"There's no way you could possibly know it," I added, my hand already drifting to my sword. My fingers closed around the hilt and I drew it in one swift motion, leveling it at his throat. No words, no threats. Just the promise of violence if he moved wrong.

He didn't flinch. In fact, he smiled.

"Let's make it a game," he said, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "A puzzle to solve."

I tightened my grip.

He leaned in close—so close I could feel his breath on my ear.

"I am Peter Pan."

The world stilled.

My blade trembled in my hand as the truth crashed down. Peter Pan. The boy my father warned me about. The shadow that haunted bedtime stories. The one even pirates feared. And he was no legend. He was right in front of me—and he was a boy. A teenager. A predator in the skin of someone who should have been harmless.

The sword slipped from my fingers and hit the forest floor with a dull thud.

"You told Greg and Tamara that magic was evil," Henry said, his voice brittle with betrayal. "You said you'd help destroy it. Why would you lie?"

Peter stepped away from me, turning to face him. "Because I needed them," he said. "And it is far easier to teach someone to hate than it is to teach them to believe."

"Then why bring me here?" Henry asked. I was still trying to get my feet back under me—emotionally, mentally, physically. My sword lay in the dirt, and I couldn't seem to remember how to pick it up.

Peter smiled, stepping into the center of the clearing like a king reclaiming his court.

"For some time," he said, his voice rising in a mock-lecture, "I've been searching for something... something more precious than all the magic in this realm. Something rarer than truth and more powerful than any weapon."

"And what is that?" I finally asked, my voice low.

Peter turned to us with eyes that glittered like poison.

"The heart of the truest believer."

My breath caught.

"And when you took that leap of faith—when you let go and believed—that heart revealed itself." His eyes locked onto Henry. "And now, it's mine."

He pulled a dagger from his belt—sleek, curved, and hungry for blood—and raised it high.

"Come now, boys!"

The forest came alive. One by one, the Lost Boys stepped out from the trees, forming a ring around us. Dozens of them. Armed with bows, spears, clubs, even sharpened sticks. Grinning like wolves. Chuckling like hyenas. Slapping weapons into their palms and nocking arrows with deadly precision.

"Well, shit," I said flatly.

My sword was still at my feet, but adrenaline finally snapped me out of my haze. I kicked it up into my hand, feeling the familiar weight settle in my grip.

They closed in.

We were back-to-back now—Henry and I—our shoulders touching, breaths fast and shallow. I slashed out as one boy got too close, forcing him back, but it was no use. There were too many. They pressed in, snarling, circling like vultures.

And in the center of it all stood Peter Pan, smiling like this was all part of a game. Because to him, it was.

"Now," he said, his voice like silk over steel, "let's play."

A/n: Sorry this is such a short chapter. It was where the episode ended and I personally thought that it was a really great place for me to stop. Please comment on what you think about it so far and I hope you are all enjoying it! See you beans in the next chapter!