Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 9

Henry's POV:

The fire crackled before me, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold dread settling in my chest. I hadn't seen Y/n since she and Felix left, and the absence was like a physical ache. I used a small stick and absently dug into the earth as I traced patterns in the dirt—shapes of home, of safety.

A rustle behind me broke my reverie. I turned swiftly, finding the boy I'd fought earlier standing with a pointed stick in hand. I stood, lowering my weapon.

"I don't want to fight," I said, my voice steady.

The boy hesitated, then lowered his stick. "I didn't come to fight. I came to deliver a message."

He pulled me aside, away from the others. "Your family is here. They're trying to find you."

I stared at him, disbelief clouding my thoughts. "You're lying."

He handed me a small mirror. In its reflection, I saw them—Emma, Snow, and Regina.

"Henry," Emma's voice crackled through. "Can you hear me?"

I gasped. "Mom?"

Snow smiled warmly. "We're coming to get you."

I felt a surge of hope. "You're really here?"

Regina's voice was firm. "Yes. We're coming."

Pan's voice suddenly echoed in my mind, a warning. I couldn't let him find out.

"There's someone coming," I whispered. "It's Pan."

"Henry—"

"I have to go," I interrupted, fear rising.

"Be careful," Emma urged.

I crushed the mirror underfoot, the shards scattering like my fleeting hope.

Y/n's POV:

The cage creaked as I shifted, the cold metal pressing against my back. I hated every second of it. The island, with its endless shadows and whispers, felt more like a prison than a refuge. Yet, amidst the discomfort, there was a flicker of warmth—Wendy. Even though she slept most of the time, her presence was a comfort.

I gazed out through the bars, my thoughts drifting to Henry. I hadn't seen him since that night, and the ache of his absence gnawed at me. I missed his laughter, his stories, his unwavering belief in the impossible.

Suddenly, a rustle in the branches snapped me from my reverie. Felix emerged, his silhouette framed by the moonlight.

"Nice of you to show up," I remarked, my voice laced with sarcasm.

"Happy to be a sight for sore eyes," he quipped, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Nice one, really witty," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

He approached, his gaze flicking between me and the other cages. "Hope you'll welcome your new friend," he said, his tone unreadable.

Before I could respond, a group of Lost Boys wheeled in another cage. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the occupant—Neal. Henry's father.

"What are you going to do with him?" I demanded, my voice trembling.

"That's none of your concern, love," Felix replied, his words sharp.

As the boys set the cage beside mine, I peered through the bars, my heart heavy. We had all believed Neal was dead. This was impossible.

"Poor Henry," I whispered, the weight of the revelation settling over me.