Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 13

Peter's POV:

I floated back down as I watched Emma, Regina, and Neal, try to resuscitate Henry's body.

"What did you do to him?" Emma asked me.

"Oh," I said. "I didn't do anything, Emma. It was Henry. He offered me his heart of his own free will." Emma drew her sword.

"Well I'm going to take it back from you," She said. She tried to slash at me, but I just vanished and reappeared behind her. I grabbed Pandora's box and started walking around them, holding it in my hand.

"I didn't think you had it in you," I said. "Rumplestiltskin didn't. Why should you?"

"Where is he?" Emma asked, still pointing her sword at me.

"What did you do?" Neal asked.

"Well, He is right in this box," I said. "Safe and sound and out of the way. Unfortunately for you, he can't hurt me anymore. Neither can you."

"Really?" Emma asked as she slashed her sword. "How did that feel?" She asked. It drew a bit of blood but I didn't react.

"Like a tickle," I said. I then flew into the air yet again and disappeared from sight.

The ground beneath me trembled, and before I could even steady myself, a massive green wave crashed into the camp. It swept me off my feet, sending me sprawling across the sand. I gasped for breath, my skin stinging from the saltwater, but there was no time to rest. The Lost Boys, who had been unconscious moments before, began to stir.

I pushed myself to my feet, my body still disoriented from the wave. My father was beside me in an instant, pulling himself upright. His eyes were sharp, alert—his hand gripped his hook tightly, like it was the only thing that anchored him to reality.

I couldn't help but look to the horizon, hoping for some sign that Emma and the others had succeeded in bringing Henry back. That green wave—the one that had knocked us all down—had to mean something, didn't it? A sign, perhaps. I desperately hoped it was a good one.

The air was heavy with the tension of waiting. For a few agonizing moments, we all stood in the sand, unsure of what to expect next. Then, as if the universe had decided to release its grip on us, a familiar figure emerged from the trees—Emma, Regina, and Neal. My heart surged as I saw them, Henry's limp form being carried between them. The sight made my breath catch in my throat.

But my hopes faltered when I saw Henry's pale, unconscious face. They hadn't saved him after all. They laid him gently on the bed that Wendy had used earlier, their faces etched with exhaustion. Emma, her brows furrowed with determination, glanced over at the Lost Boys, her voice steady as she addressed them.

"Listen to me," she said, her words cutting through the tense silence. "We're not here to hurt you. I know you're loyal to Pan, but you're making a terrible mistake. For a long time, I thought I would never find my family. I was an orphan, like all of you. A Lost Girl, just like you all are now. But I was reminded today that I'm not alone. I have a family, and I know that you all can have that, too."

Felix's voice rang out, cold and biting, interrupting Emma's plea. "Pan is the only family we need."

Emma's eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration in her gaze. "No," she said, her voice firm but patient. "Family doesn't do what Pan did. Pan lied to you. He manipulated you all into doing terrible things. And he lied to Henry. He made him give up his heart..."

"To save the island," one of the Lost Boys interjected, his voice a fragile defense.

"No," Emma corrected, shaking her head. "To save himself."