Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 12.

Henry's POV:

The air felt heavy with uncertainty as Peter led me down the worn path toward a small rowboat that lay at the edge of the island. I didn't know what to expect, but the oppressive quiet of Neverland made the unknown even more daunting.

I stepped into the boat, sitting down at the back, trying to steady myself on the uneven wood. Peter, on the other hand, moved with his usual grace, taking his place at the front to paddle. His movements were smooth, practiced, as if he'd made this journey a thousand times before, though there was something in his expression—a tightness—that made me uneasy.

The rowboat rocked gently as we crossed the still water, a calm contrast to the turbulent thoughts in my mind. Why Skull Rock? What did Peter have planned for me there? But as usual, I kept my questions to myself. It was better to remain silent, to stay out of his way.

As we neared the jagged shore of Skull Rock, Peter's eyes brightened for the briefest moment. He tied the boat securely to a small latch buried deep in the sand, ensuring it wouldn't drift away. The sound of the knot pulling taut was strangely final, as if sealing something larger than just a boat.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I set foot on this shore," Peter murmured, almost to himself. He picked up a long stick from the ground, and with it, began to trace a delicate line in the sand at the entrance to the rock. It was a strange motion, calculated and deliberate.

I frowned. "What's that for?"

"Protection," he replied shortly, not turning to face me. "A barrier. We need to be careful from here on out."

I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to ask more questions. Something in his voice had changed, and I could feel the weight of whatever was about to happen pressing down on us both.

Peter moved toward the stone steps leading up to the entrance, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. "Now, let's go. It's time."

I followed him, the sharp edges of the rock cutting into the soles of my boots, my thoughts swirling like the tide below us. Whatever was waiting ahead, I wasn't sure I was ready for it.

Y/n's POV:

(Back at the campsite with Wendy and the others.)

The campfire crackled and popped, sending up small sparks that vanished into the cool evening air. The others were quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. The tension was palpable, the weight of the task ahead pressing down on us all.

"How do we stop Pan?" Charming's voice broke the silence, a question that hung in the air like a ghost. The sense of urgency was evident in his tone, but there was also a deep fear—one I felt, too.

"Wendy's right," Snow added, her voice calm but firm. "Pan took Henry to Skull Rock. We don't have much time."

"We'll stay behind," Charming declared, his eyes flicking to the others. "Someone has to guard the Lost Boys when they wake up."

"You don't need to stay behind," Emma said, stepping forward with resolve.

"David's right," Snow said, her gaze softening as she addressed Emma. "You need to save Henry. You don't have time to waste."

Emma paused, looking back at Snow before speaking again. "Gold can help you back in Storybrooke. We just need to bring a little water with us." Snow moved toward her, pulling her into a quick embrace.

"You didn't give up," Snow whispered, holding Emma tightly. "Thank you."

Tink, my father, and I exchanged a brief glance. There was a quiet understanding between us. We would take care of the Lost Boys here. They would do what they needed to do to bring Henry back.