Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 11

Felix raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"How is Henry doing?"

"Oh." He hesitated, then seemed to stiffen, as though his answer was not what I expected. "Uh, he's okay."

A rush of relief flooded through me, though I quickly masked it. "Good," I replied, feeling something stir deep inside me—something I hadn't allowed myself to feel in a long time. The faintest glimmer of hope.

I handed him the empty plate, and with a slight nod, he set it aside. The moment of peace, however, was fleeting.

"Now," I said, looking up at him, "you can lock the door again."

Felix stood there for a beat, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he closed the door, locking it securely, and pulled the rope, lifting the cage back into the air.

"Bye, Y/n," he said, his voice oddly gentle.

"Yeah," I muttered, feeling something stir in my chest. "See you at breakfast."

Felix's POV

I hated to admit it, but the moments I spent delivering Y/n's meals had begun to matter more than I cared to admit. The more time passed, the more I found myself looking forward to those brief interactions, even though I didn't understand why. Maybe it was the way she responded to my teasing or the way her eyes would flash when she fired back with a retort. Maybe it was the way she made me feel—alive, in a way I hadn't felt in ages.

I'd made excuses to Peter, told him I was the one best suited for this task. I even made sure the other Lost Boys were so busy that they couldn't interrupt our time together. I'd convinced myself it was nothing more than a duty—after all, Peter didn't trust anyone else to do it—but deep down, I knew it was more than that.

Every time I saw her, something in me stirred. Her sharp wit, the way she looked at me with that mixture of resentment and reluctant respect—it was addictive. Even the damn nickname "Blondie" made my heart skip a beat. I didn't know what the hell was happening to me, but I knew I couldn't stop it.

And then... there was that day.

Y/n's POV

I swear... Felix.

Why was he so impossible to ignore? Sure, he was a jerk. He worked for Pan, was the Lost Boys' enforcer, and had the temper of a wild animal. But for some reason, I found myself drawn to him, unable to escape the undeniable tension that lingered between us.

We had this... thing. A game, really. A back-and-forth, witty banter that both annoyed and entertained me in equal measure. I hated how much I enjoyed it. But there was more to it than that.

That day... that moment... we almost kissed.

After my escape plan gone rye, I was found face to face with my captor, literally...

He tumbled on top of me, tackling me to the ground. If I had any dignity left, it was damn near dwindling by now. 

We breathed hard, my back against the hard earth, looking into his eyes.

Thinking back on the moment, I couldn't believe it. He had leaned in, so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. His eyes flickered to mine, and for a brief, inexplicable moment, neither of us moved. The world around us faded away, and all I could think about was him.

But then, just as quickly as it had come, the moment was gone. He pulled away, almost as if ashamed.

"What kind of dumb escape plan was that?" Felix asked, laughing as though nothing had happened.