OUAT Felix x reader

Trial

Author's Note: texts in italics and between () are translations.

"I fucking hate that." You gritted through your teeth as you scrubbed clothes into the river. "Why am I the one doing this kind of chores?"

"You're a girl, don't ask questions." Felix's emotionless voice said as he appeared behind you, inspecting what you have already done. "Hurry up, you have other things to do." He nudged your back with his club.

You stood up quickly, hitting the club with your foot.

"What did you say?!" You asked, starting to be angry and tired of "you're a girl" excuses and statements.

Felix chuckled, his grey stormy eyes staring deeply into yours: you could see it clearly, he wanted a fight. Well if he wanted one, you will give the lost boy a war. You were ready, enough trained to hurt him.

"Look at that, le petit chaton commence à montrer les griffes." (Look at that, the small kitten starts to show her claws)

"What was that?" You growled as you approached.

Felix would sometimes throw things in French, his native language. He didn't have the accent anymore, unlike some centuries ago. Devin told you about it: he was unable to talk properly in English and was hard to understand but now, it was another story.

The blond haired boy rolled his eyes.

"Finish your work."

"No."

"Do it or I have to punish you." Felix said lowly.

"No!" You repeated firmly. "I am tired of being treated like... like a freaking doll! What are you all scared of? Being beat by a girl? Well good news: I can fight all of you and beat your asses."

Felix stood quietly, observing you and contemplating your words. You were furious and he seemed to know that you were not joking around. The lost boy put his club on the ground and crossed his arms.

"What do you want? Tell me and I will speak to Pan about it."

"I want to be treated like you guys treat each other. I want to be part of the fights against the pirates and the hunts, and for God's sake, let me wear what the fuck I want to wear." You gestured to your dress. "I hate this. Not practical."

Felix nodded at each of your demand and left when you were done.

"Take some times for yourself. I will tell a boy to finish the job." He told you before going on his way.

Later, you were on the beach, touching the sand with your fingers, feeling at peace for once. You had taken your dager to draw some figures and drawings on the sand. You were actually bored. As you looked at the sky, the stars started to appear slowly. Your mind wandered to Felix and you didn't know why.

Felix was an ass. He thought he was all mighty and that he could do everything because he was the second in command. But... he was somewhat beautiful... from an angle. Your eyes widened at this thought. Why were you thinking that? You didn't like Felix but you didn't hate him. He never did something against you actually. You shook your head and stood up, feeling tired and hungry. You trotted back to the camp, hands in your dress's pocket.

The boys started to dance crazily around the bonfire and Pan was playing his flutes. As usual, Felix was sitting on a log. But this time, he glanced at you. It was weird: usually he wasn't looking at you when you came back. You didn't know how to interpret it so you just looked elsewhere.