Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 6

"I'm not like them," Henry said. "Or you."

Peter smiled. "Sure you are. You're still a boy. Maybe a song will convince you."

With that, he pulled a strange, handmade flute from his pocket. Hollow bamboo, bound together with dark twine. It looked simple—but the moment he raised it to his lips and blew, a chill rippled down my spine.

A soft, haunting melody slipped through the air, so faint it felt like a memory. My ears twitched. My fingers clenched into the fabric of my pants. I knew better than to show I'd heard it.

Henry blinked. "Sorry. I don't hear anything."

Peter turned slowly, eyes narrowing—not at Henry, but at me.

"Interesting," he said, voice laced with curiosity. "This pipe is enchanted. It can only be heard by certain children."

"Like who?" Henry asked.

I held my breath.

Peter didn't answer. Not directly.

Instead, footsteps echoed from the trees.

And then he arrived.

Felix.

My reluctant shadow. My captor. My constant headache.

He stepped into the clearing with storm clouds in his eyes, his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. Something had gone wrong. Very wrong.

Peter stood immediately and strode to meet him. They whispered fiercely, too quiet for me to hear, but the tension rolled off them in waves.

I watched them out of the corner of my eye, heart pounding. Whatever they were discussing, it wasn't good. And the way Felix's eyes briefly flicked to me—sharp, conflicted—set every instinct on high alert.

Something had changed.

I turned to Henry and whispered, "Stay close. Don't move unless I say."

He nodded, worry etched deep into his face.

When Peter turned back toward us, his expression was calm again. Smooth. But his eyes lingered on me longer than usual.

Like he knew.

I didn't know what the pipe meant—what it really meant—but whatever it was, I was certain Peter had just seen something he wasn't supposed to.

And if I was hearing the melody... and Henry wasn't... what did that make me?

THIRD PERSON POV:

"What?" Peter's voice cracked like a whip through the silence, his sharp eyes fixed on Felix. "I know that look. What happened?"

Felix didn't answer at first. He stood tall, but tension gripped his posture. He kept his eyes low, as if dragging his words from a pit he didn't want to acknowledge.

"Baelfire..." he said at last, voice laced with guilt. "He got away."

Peter's jaw tightened. "And you didn't bring him back because...?"

"I tracked him," Felix replied, stepping forward. "I followed his path through the east woods. Found two of our sentries unconscious. Put under a sleeping spell."

Peter's expression shifted. The smug mask he usually wore faltered just enough for something more human—concern, maybe even fear—to break through.

"The Dark One," he murmured, more to himself than to Felix.

Felix gave a curt nod. "They're together now. Father and son."

Peter turned his gaze toward the distant tree line, where the darkness stretched like claws over the island. "Then it's only a matter of time before they come for the boy."

Felix's hand hovered near the hilt of his dagger. "We should move him. Somewhere the shadows can't find him."

But Peter laughed—a low, sharp sound that echoed through the trees like a knife sliding from its sheath.

"Where's your sense of adventure, Felix?" he said, his grin more wolf than boy. "Why end the party when the real fun is just about to begin?"

Y/N's POV:

I could feel their eyes on him—on Henry. Peter and Felix had barely spared me a glance, but their sudden silence after the mention of Baelfire made my stomach twist. Whatever they'd been discussing, it hadn't been good. I looked away, pretending not to notice as Peter gave a sharp nod to Felix, a silent dismissal wrapped in a silent threat.

They separated, drifting off into the shadows of the camp, yet not too far—still close enough to watch.

Still close enough to listen.

I forced myself to breathe. I didn't want to think about what they had planned for Henry. For any of us. I turned toward the boy, trying to smile, to spark up a conversation—something to cut through the unease coiling around my spine.

But before I could speak, the wind rose. Not a breeze—this was a storm born of magic. It curled around the camp like a living thing, howling through the trees and tearing at the flames. One by one, the fires died, snuffed out as though by invisible hands.

Panic rippled across the Lost Boys. Some shouted. Some reached for their weapons.

But it was too late.

The air shimmered with invisible threads of enchantment, and I felt my limbs grow heavy. The world spun. Sleep dragged at my eyes like a drug I couldn't fight.

I turned my head, the last thing I saw before the darkness took me was Felix, standing unnaturally still in the chaos, his eyes fixed—not on Peter, not on Henry.

But on me.

A/n: Welp, hope you enjoyed this chapter. I spent a lot of time editing it because once I wrote a whole section, I watched the rest of the episode and realized that Felix wasn't going to return to the campsite until the celebration (Facepalm). Kinda ruined my plans but it's whatever.  Love you my little beans and sleep tight!