OUAT Felix x reader

Slowly falling in love with Felix part 4

Author Note: Here is the fourth part! If anyone wants it to be in a single book with a new name, I am open to suggestions!
Have fun! :3

You had avoided Felix since your chat some nights ago. Was he that dumb to not notice how you were all over him? Was that hard to make yourself understandable? Sometimes, you wished you could stay in your tent all day, so you could avoid the life out there. But, of course you couldn’t do that: the boys always needed their mother. You rose with a grunt, clearly upset already. Your body felt heavy lately, and you didn’t feel rested after sleeping for hours. You thought you were ill with some sicknesses that can be caught on Neverland.

So, you needed to talk about it to Pan. Maybe he could heal you. Was he going to understand your feelings though? You weren’t so sure about it, but it was worth a shot. You started to dress up swiftly, and didn’t even check how your hair looked. What was the point in making you pretty anyway? Your days were too long, and you had to move around a lot, digging your hands into prey’s corpses, cooking lunches and dinners… No one would notice.

When you exited your tent, no one was up yet as usual. You and Peter Pan were the first to awaken, quickly followed by Felix who you wanted to avoid at all cost. If you could lure the other boy away from the camp, then it would be successful. You just hoped he wouldn’t mock you for making a fuss about your broken heart and your exhausted state.

“Pan? Can I speak to you, in private please?” You questioned the green eyed boy who was already up and flying around. You took a glimpse quickly at Felix’s tent and sighed in relief when you realised that he was indeed not awake yet. “It’s important.”

“Sure.” He brought you outside the camp, near the guard’s treehouse. “What’s up? You don’t look… yourself lately. Did something happen?”

He was not mad at your poor management of the camp, which was good. That brought a little smile on your face, which faltered immediately when Pan started to speak again, not letting you reply to his question.

“Boys have been complaining to me that you weren’t your happy and innocent self. They need someone to look after them, that’s why you are here.”

“You don’t need to be so mean about it.” You blurted out, not caring about being afraid of his odd punishments. “I feel underappreciated here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I work and care for a lot of people, half don’t even thank me or talk to me. I don’t even have a day for myself. Do you know how many tasks I get done in one morning? Peter, I am exhausted. I don’t even have time to eat or rest properly!” You revealed to him, a bit distressed and out of breath, deciding to be honest and truthful.

Peter Pan stayed quiet for a long moment, his eyes studying and observing your face, as if he was trying to proceed with what you had told him. Did he think you were lying as well? Some had tried to do that a long time ago, and it backfired pretty fast at them. You started to get anxious about his silence, and played with the hems of your shirt in the meanwhile. The soft cotton was calming you down a little, which was good but that wasn’t going to protect you against Pan or his words.

“I understand. I have to admit that I may have put a lot of pressure onto you. It was wrong. But you have to realize that I only took you in for the sole purpose of caring for the boys, or the ones who want a reassuring and comforting presence in their lives.” He spoke to you, being honest as well. He started to circle you like a vulture, and you felt like an injured lamb under his eyes. “What good are you if you can’t do this anymore?”

“Pan, please, I just want to feel appreciated once in a while.” You begged, on the verge of crying out of frustration and tiredness. You had decided on compromising, which was easier to work around, and you didn’t want to be thrown away like some used doll.