Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 12.

"We'll meet you back at the Jolly Roger," my father said, his voice gruff yet gentle.

I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts of Henry and the twisted game Pan had set in motion.

"Promise me," Snow said, turning to Emma, her eyes serious, "if your father and I don't make it out of here, you'll bring him home."

"We're all going back home," Emma responded firmly. "Together."

Charming kissed Emma on the forehead before turning toward Snow. The two of them were off to Dead Man's Peak, their footsteps fading into the distance. Gold, Regina, Emma, and Neal set off toward Skull Rock to rescue Henry. That left me, my father, and Tink alone to watch over the Lost Boys.

We quickly tied their hands with ropes, ensuring they wouldn't be able to resist when they woke. The silence felt strange, unnatural, but it was necessary.

"So," my father began, clearing his throat and breaking the quiet, "how are you holding up?"

I looked up at him, trying to find the right words. "I'm okay. A bit dirty from the cage, but..." I trailed off, unsure of how to explain the tangled emotions gnawing at me.

There was a long pause before he spoke again, this time with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"So, I had a little sword fight with Felix earlier." He paused. "Have you met him yet?"

I froze, unsure of how to answer. "Yes. I have. Pan had him in charge while I was in the cage."

My father frowned, his gaze darkening with suspicion. "Oh. Well, that's... interesting."

I frowned, sensing the undercurrent of something unsaid. "Why? What did he say to you?"

My father hesitated, looking down at the ground, his jaw clenched. Then, after a long moment, he finally spoke. "Nothing. Just some taunting... wanted to get under my skin a little."

"Dad," I said, my voice edged with suspicion, "What else did he say?"

He shifted uncomfortably, clearly reluctant to tell me more. His gaze lifted, meeting mine for the first time. "He said he'd try to get close to you, mess with my head."

"HE SAID WHAT?" I couldn't keep the anger from spilling out of my voice, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Calm down, lass," he said, his tone more gentle than usual. "It was just words. During our sword fight, he was trying to mess with me, get a reaction. Nothing more."

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Felix... getting close to me, playing these games. The thought made my stomach turn.

I glanced at Felix, who lay in a heap on the cold, hard ground, his usual cocky smirk absent from his face. He was unconscious but beneath that stillness, there was something else—a flicker of vulnerability I hadn't noticed before.

I didn't know why, but every time I saw him—when I caught his eyes or heard his voice—the world seemed to blur. There was something magnetic about him, something I both hated and wanted to understand.Maybe I was just letting his games get to me. Maybe I was weak for letting his taunts sting as much as they did.But as I stood there, staring at the quiet form of the boy who seemed to be both my captor and an enigma, I couldn't help but wonder... was there more to Felix than just the mask he wore?And, more importantly... what was I really feeling?

"Why do you look upset, deary?" my father asked, his voice soft.

"It's nothing," I replied quickly, trying to force a smile. But my jaw was tight, and I could feel the fury burning under my skin. The mix of emotions I couldn't understand threatened to overwhelm me.