Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 6

"Oh? And who's the one pinned right now?" He raised a brow. "Thirty-second head start and still caught you."

"Try it on even ground, and we'll see who wins."

"You're stubborn," he muttered, amused. Then his tone shifted. "But don't be stupid. You think you can escape? That someone's coming to save you?" He leaned closer, his voice a razor's edge. "They're not. Pan always wins."

His words sent a chill through me. And suddenly I became hyper-aware of how close we were. Every breath. Every inch. Every unspoken tension between us.

I swallowed hard. "You know... if you didn't have your arm across my throat, I might actually enjoy this position."

His cheeks flushed a soft pink, but he didn't move.

I tilted my head, leaning up towards his lips, teasing and pushing the moment. "Actually... maybe I'd even like you too."

He scoffed, flustered, and pushed off me, yanking me to my feet with a glare. "You're insane."

"No," I said sweetly. "I'm just not boring."

He shoved me forward. "Start walking. And don't run again. I will catch you."

"Lucky me," I muttered. "Babysitting with a view."

"Oh, it's just lovely," he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Second-in-command to Pan, and here I am... stuck with you."

"Well, I'll try to be more entertaining next time."

"Shut up," he growled.

"Make me."

That was the final straw. He slammed me against a tree, rage and something else flickering in his eyes.

"You think this is a joke? That you can outwit all of us with your mouth?" His voice cracked slightly. "You're not getting off this island. No one's coming."

The pain in his voice wasn't feigned. For a heartbeat, he looked almost... human.

I stared at him, silent.

He released me. "Keep walking."

The rest of the trek back was quiet. No more jabs. No more snide remarks. When we arrived, Felix handed me off to another group of Lost Boys. They welcomed him back like a hero, boasting about his quick capture.

I ignored them all and looked to the clearing—where Henry sat alone on a log, and Peter stood watching him with an unreadable expression.

Peter turned toward Felix. "I need you to welcome another guest to our island."

Felix nodded without hesitation. He gathered his gear and headed for the woods. But before he disappeared into the trees, his gaze found mine.

And for a moment—just a flicker—his smirk faded into something else.

Almost like regret.

Or maybe it was something more dangerous.

Something... personal.

Y/N's POV

Either way, I couldn't help but notice how much Felix's smirk reminded me of my mother's.

It hit me like a blade to the ribs—sharp and uninvited. That half-smile, full of mischief and steel, belonged to a woman I hadn't seen since I was four years old. Milah. The woman who gave me her eyes, her fire, and that exact smirk.

Before she was ripped from this world by the hands of the Dark One.

Most people only speak of Rumpelstiltskin in whispers. In legends. But I watched him with my own eyes—the way he stood over her, magic crackling at his fingertips as if the very stars bowed to his will. I remember her screaming. My father screaming louder. But it didn't matter. He reached in and tore her heart out as if she meant nothing at all.