#ouat felix imagine

[ancatalyst]

I wanted to do it so badly so i did it.

I didnt sleep a second this night lmao

Just gonna @ some people cause they made great content about Ouat : @prismatica-the-strange @mischievousgraxaim @truthmakesallthingsplain @themadlostgirl

[madd-devil]

Forget me Not

This is the part 2 of this first imagine :3 I hope you will all like it! Please tell me if you did!

@retrointhenow @athenalive

Summary: As people celebrates the return of Henry, you happen to catch a familiar face amongst the crowd but who is he?

Living with Rumpletilskin hasn't been easy on you.

First of all, he was, most of the time, speaking in ridiculous riddles and you never really understood him when he spoke. Second of all, he was a mean one. You had seen him killing someone for almost nothing, because he felt like it or wanted to show off. And finally, he always included you in his plans. That’s how you found yourself in an unknown town, with unknown people and with unknown features. People never called you by your real name but used one that never was yours. In this life, you weren’t (Y/N) the former pirate turned house slave for Rumpletilksin but Anne Gold, the adopted daughter of the town’s pawn shop owner.

After a blond woman named Emma came into town, you had suddenly regained your memories from being a maid or rather castle keeper of the Dark One. He seemed to also gain his back and immediately went back to “work” as he called it. It was strange, to pretend not to remember anything. It also seemed you were tied directly to his mind or spirit or magic, that could explain why you also remembered your life before that curse. Of course, you were forbidden from speaking about this to anybody, he made sure to threaten you very well and you also didn’t want to be locked up in the creepy psych ward of Storybrooke’s hospital.

Of course, it never was easy. Emma seemed to have taken an interest or liking to you and always walked by the shop when “mister Gold” was not present to talk with you. She even invited to a girl’s night with Mary Margaret aka Snow White and her mother if you had followed what Rumpletilskin explained to you. You knew you couldn’t agree to join them so you had to decline, and surprisingly it made you sad. Emma didn’t have any ill intentions toward you but she seemed comprehensive and gave you her personal number.

Thanks to Emma and her son Henry, (who was also the adopted son of the mayor… The whole family tree gave you a headache!), everyone now had regained their memories. Moving around the city was no longer easy: everyone saw you as the partner in crime of the Dark One. True, you had killed some people for him and did some crimes but to your defense, you couldn’t just not obey him. He had insisted a few times he could do whatever he wanted to you and could use his magic to make you his puppet. You preferred to use whatever free will you got instead of becoming more of a mindless slave. Also, Rumpletilskin was getting infuriated with that princess Belle, who also became his maid in their previous lives. Seeing them together made you gag so now he was falling more and more for her, you had a lot of free time.

Everyone celebrated when Hook’s ship, the Jolly Roger, appeared and accosted on the port. With Belle and Ruby the werewolf, you approached the giant boat, feeling uneasy. You didn’t know what could happen with the pirate captain, Hook. If your memory was well, he had thrown you out, in the face of danger. You had avoided him all the time he was in Storybrooke so you hoped the reunion will be quick. You wanted to go home.

Watching as everyone left the boat, which was a considerable amount of people, you caught a familiar face in the crowd. It was odd. Ruby seemed to sense your interest in that certain person and smirked.

“Already have a crush? I didn’t know you were the type.”

“No, I… I saw him before. I know him.” You stuttered out as you followed him with your eyes.

You knew him. It was the young man from your dreams. You had never attempted to draw him, but you had a clear image on how he looked and that tall boy looked exactly the same as he did. Maybe… Maybe you both indeed knew each other before your life as a pirate?

“What do you mean, you know him?” Ruby asked, confused at your statement.

“I have to speak to him, can you please keep the others at bay?” You begged her, knowing she won’t refuse it. She smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

You jogged up to the young man who stood apart from the crowd. He looked quite angry at his predicament and was judging everyone his eyes wandered by. You hoped he would talk to you, he did seem not enjoying what was happening. However, his eyes noticed you and you saw some kind of sparkles in them, he was lighting up at your mere repsence. You didn’t udnerstand why but it meant you two definitely knew each other.

“(Y/N)! I thought I lost you forever.” He spoke first, his hands reaching for you but you stepped back, a bit worried. How did he know your name? Why did he sound concerned and happy? “Is something wrong? I mean, I know I told you were allowed to forget me but-”

“I am sorry I have no idea what you are talking about. How do you know my name?”

“You… You don’t remember?” He stuttered out, visibly horrified, his eyes wide opened. You tried to understand his reaction but you couldn't. "Are you… are you joking? After everything we went through?"

"I'm really sorry, I don't even know your name."

"It's Felix. But I thought-"

"Stay away from her, you dirty flea-ridden dog!" Rumpletilskin roughly pushed the lost boy, Felix, out of the way and he glared at him. "Don't torment her."

"I am not her tormentor! What did you do to her?! What happened to the deal?"

Wait, what deal?" You then questioned Rumpletilskin but you got no reply. Turning to Felix, you noticed how angry and furious he looked, reaching for something inside his sleeves. Your eyes widened: it was a dagger. What was he going to do?

"You fucking liar!"

"You didn’t know what you signed for, dearie." The Dark One replied with a condescending tone. "I wouldn't expect a lost boy to know how to read. No need to jam that thing into me, it won't work."

You were completely ignored by the two. The tension was running high and the others quickly ran over after they heard the screaming and the arguing. Felix was soon taken away and he trashed as he dragged, yelling to you he was going to explain himself.

“So… you know me, right?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t scared to tell you the eventual truth. Or were you scared of the truth yourself? “From before?”

“ I know you, and pretty well if you ask me.” He replied with a cheeky smile, it was so odd to see him that calm and… joyous. He approached the jail’s bars and seemed to regret it was separating both of you. You were still wary of him, especially after what Rumpletilskin told you the night before. “You have nothing to fear from me.” Oh, so he noticed how frightened you seemed.

“He said you tried to use me against Hook.”

“Ah, so he told you this? Well, actually, you were the one trying to use me to help Hook. It didn’t end very well.” He recalled with a soft hum. He looked angrier at Hook and the Dark One. “ You fell in love with me.” He eventually admitted, eying your reaction.

“I did? So fast?” You said, with almost disgust.

“I am glad you have the same reaction as before about that.” He laughed at your reaction before telling you his side of the story: you trying to use him, warning him against the pirates that were getting ready to attack the lost boy’s camp, the fight, you getting locked up into the trapdoor and him rescuing you… In a way, it made sense. Your memories were still hazy but somehow, you found yourself trusting and believing Felix more than the Dark One. His story made more sense, but then why couldn’t you remember?

“I am sorry.”

“Why are you? Nothing is your fault. It’s rather mine.” The blond young man sighed and sat on the metal and uncomfortable bed. “ I was so focused on your safety that I completely forgot or foolishly believed the Dark One would not harm you. I mean, he didn’t, but he blocked your memories and faked some. It’s… horrible.”

“ I would like to be the person you describe.” Your eyes met his and for a moment, you found yourself thinking about Neverland and how beautiful and dangerous it was… Did that mean you were recovering your memories? “ They say True Love Kiss can break any curse, perhaps it could break Rumple’s hold on me? I am linked to him.”

“You want me to kiss you?” He shyly asked, his cheeks a little red. It was cute.

“ Well… you did say we were very close and in love, haven’t we kissed yet?”

“ Erm… We did way more than kissing.” Oh. Now it was your time to blush. “ But it’s worth the try, if you are okay with this. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Oddly enough, you were very comfortable with him. That boy had just showed up yesterday and you found yourself immediately drawn to him. That’s why you believed the lost boy than the rest. Approaching the bars, you fiddled with a magic key that took the form of any lock. Was it betrayal? You somewhat didn’t really care, what mattered was to discover the truth. The door opened without a sound, someone must have finally greased it.

He seemed very nervous to kiss you. He kept asking if you wanted to do this

“ I haven’t kissed anyone in years. I may be rusty. And how do you know this kiss will be a True Love’s one?”

“We will know, don’t worry.”

“I worry.”

You chuckled and decided to take the helm. Standing on your tiptoes, you watched as he hesitantly leant him and your lips met. However, nothing happened. But that didn’t stop you from pushing the taller boy against the wall and to continue kissing. You felt at your place in his arms, like he was your home and that you have been away for such a long time. And now, you were back.

Felix gently nudged you and you hugged him. He went tense for a little moment then hugged you back. He seemed relieved you were able to do physical things with him.

“What the heck is going on?!”

You yelped and broke away, to your dismay, from Felix. He didn’t say anything but instantly grew worried for his fate as an furious Emma walked toward you and yanked your arm.

“You, out!” You never thought she would be that angry at you and violent with you. She always seemed to be happy around you, and you had hoped to have a friend in her. Obviously, when it came to villains except the ones she spent time with, she seemed alright but when it came to the others…

“We weren’t doing anything bad.” You spat, frustrated at her anger. Felix was not a threat. He didn’t do anything wrong, and he certainly was not a villain like Regina or Rumpletilskin were.

“ We need to have a talk together.” The woman groaned and closed the door with a frown on her face. “Right now!”

“I will see you later, I promise!” You called out to the lost boy who just nodded, eying Emma with an equally furious glare.

Emma was mad at you for kissing him. She wouldn’t even let you explain yourself as she drove her awful car back to the pawnshop. But you didn’t want to enter the shop. You wanted to go back to Felix and his warm skin. Finally, you snapped and forced Emma to stay in the car. She was your friend, she was supposed to understand your actions, and while she may not support it, you just wanted to tell her how you felt.

“ I feel like he is the only one who isn’t lying to me. I just wanted to break away from everything and everyone. Rumple has been lying and using me, Hook did too. I just… Felix makes me feel normal and like I don’t have to walk on eggs all the time.” You blurted out as she was about to open her car’s door.

“What do you mean? Rumple told us-”

“He says a lot of things but not the truth.” You hissed, and glared at the door from the shop. You wished to set it on fire.

“Why did you kiss him?”

“ I wanted to see if a True Love kiss would break me from my link with Rumpletilskin.” You answered honestly and she seemed to soften at the mention. “ I just want to be normal. To be the old me.”

Emma stayed quiet. You stared nervously at her and then looked down at your knees. What if she didn’t believe you? What if she found your ideas silly?

“Fine.” She groaned and sighed, looking defeated.

“Fine what?”

“ I will not let you down, believe it or not, I care about you.” Emma started her car again and left the small parking lot. You smiled brightly as you recognized the road that led to Storybrooke’s police station. “ Let’s get your lost boy prince out and figure out what we can do to recover your memories.”

To prevent any blood feud, she decided to let Felix stay in the police station. It was still not confortable for your stands for him but you couldn’t possibly let him inside your home or Emma’s. You were sitting on a spinning chair and Felix on a desk, eying the chair with a confused look. He seemed at loss for words about it. Emma was pacing in front of you, trying to understand what Felix had told her.

“ Let me get this straight again: you and her were together, she betrayed Hook, she ran away and you made a deal with the Dark One.” She then looked at you and pointed her finger at you. “But you got your memories falsified and erased but you dreamt of your old life. So, now you are trying to find a way to break your link with Rumple.”

“ You got everything right. » Felix chimed in, swinging his legs back and forth. « And True Love’s kiss didn’t help.”

“Maybe we need to destroy the deal or… or force Rumpletilskin to let you go.”

“He will refuse. I know it.” You said, thinking about it. If you were honest, you were absolutely terrified of him. He may look like a sweet limping grandpa but… deep down he was very scary and frightening. All the events you had witnessed with him had led to the conclusion that he was overprotective and somewhat of a psychopath. He will try to kill or hurt Felix without any doubt. “Even with puppy eyes.”

“Then what do we do?” Felix groaned, his tone showing how discouraged he was. “It feels hopeless.”

“ Let’s not lose hope yet. There is always a solution.” Emma tried to cheer both of you up but it didn’t really work. It felt like she wasn’t believing it as well. “ So, Felix, are you okay staying here for the night? I can make the place more comfortable. We will find a housing solution tomorrow. And no, you can’t stay.” She stared at you with a small smile. “You have to dine at your house.”

“It’s not fair.” You muttered under your breath as Emma chuckled.

“Nothing is fair in life, kid.”

Dinner at your household was… chaotic. Usually, you wouldn’t even eat with them, but for the evening, you had been forced to do so. Neal or Baelfire (you never knew which name to use) was at the table, enjoying Belle’s cooking. For once, Rumpletilskin looked happy or was it just a facade? You kept thinking about everything that happened earlier that day: meeting Felix again had been the happiest and the most confused moment of your life. You were sad you couldn’t remember anything about the past and you secretly hoped to regain your memories quickly so you could run away with the lost boy. After all, wasn’t it your first wish at the time?

As you were getting distracted by your thoughts, you were soon forced to intereact with Neal and the others, to your dismay. You weren’t a part of the family, so why did they insist on speaking to you? You groaned some answers out as Belle talked to you and then, Neal went on to ask a question:

“So… How did you come to my father’s service?”

“He tricked my lover into making me his errand girl.” You answered, not even thinking twice about calling Felix your lover, which was nothing but the truth. But you secretly enjoyed the Dark One’s furious face at the mention of the story. “And he erased some of my memories.”

“You can do better than this low life snake.” The older man stated as he glared at you, which you did too. Belle tried to calm things down but it was not working. “Maybe I should have brought you back to Hook.”

“What’s wrong with Felix? Not as evil as you are?”

“Okay, erm, Belle, can I take another slice? This pie is delicious.” Neal tried to change the topic but it was too late: you were in the middle of jousting with the Dark One, and you didn’t like being interrupted.

“He is my father’s second in command, of course I was dying to hurt him. You are just collateral damage. Besides, I treated you well, didn’t I?!” Rumpletilskin roared, the room shaking a bit.

“You are a monster! That’s what you are!” You screamed back, standing up so fast and abruptly that your chair fell to the ground. You couldn’t help but feel repulsed by him and you couldn’t stand being in the same room as the deal maker. “No wonder everyone hates you, and should, you even abandoned your son! You are just like your father!”

It took all his might to not blow you up, you were certain of this. Storming out of the dining room, you stumbled into the shop and miraculously found a strange ruby which was beating inside a glass cage on a table, in a dark and dusty. Something was attracting you to the jewel and you didn’t hear all the commotion in the other room. As you realized the Dark One was shouting and was after you, you knocked the glass cage out (and it broke as soon as it touched the ground) and grasped the ruby.

You ran away in the dark of the night without even a jacket on. Groaning and warming your hands by rubbing them together, you pushed the door of your destination: Storybrooke’s police station. At this hour, no one was here, except for Felix. You hoped to not wake him up as you arrived. Taking out the ruby from your pocket, you inspected it closer: it reminded you of a little heart. Kind of cute, you thought. It was pulsing between your fingers as you looked at it. It truly was beautiful.

“Who’s there?” Someone called from inside the station.

“It’s me.” You said simply as you approached. “Can I turn the light on?” Felix agreed and he winced when the lights went on. He shielded his eyes for a little bit as you made your way toward him. “I found something.”

“Shouldn't you be with your family?” He questioned, concern in his voice. He truly looked like he was worried about you. You weren’t used to it but it felt nice to have someone who looked ready to walk through hell for you.

“They’re not my family!” You snapped and apologized for the outburst. You sat down at his level on the air mattress and extended your hand, with the ruby in your palm. “I couldn’t help but steal it.”

“It’s…” Felix started to speak but stopped as his eyes landed on the beautiful gem.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, worried. He looked frozen. He turned his attention to you and pointed to the jewel.

“Do you know what that is?”

“Yes, a ruby. I mean, a strange one, it is moving, like a heart. It’s probably magical, I stole it from the shop.” You replied honestly, not understanding why Felix was so worked up about this. He looked on the verge of crying.

“It is the piece of heart I gave to seal the deal with Rumpletilskin.” He revealed and softly and delicately took it between his fingers, inspecting it like you did. “He never used it.” He whispered, not believing it.

Watching Felix, you realized how much the second in command must have loved you. Making a deal with the Dark One was almost suicidal, not a lot of people could meet his incredible demands. But Felix did. He gave a piece of his heart, for you, for your safety. Romance was not dead, you joked internally. This was the greatest proof that he had cared deeply about you. You took his other hand and held it to your mouth, kissing his knuckles softly.

“He will kill you for taking it.” Felix suddenly seemed to realize you had stolen from the Dark One, but you didn’t care about him at all. Rumpletilskin could rot in hell. He deserved it.

“It’s yours. He should be the one dying.” You replied as you wondered how to place this little piece into Felix’s heart. You guessed it was not like a puzzle, and you couldn’t possibly sew it back to its place. Another mystery to solve. “We will find a solution.”

“Of course we will.”

You and Felix had bundled up on the air mattress. He had fallen fast asleep, snoring from time to time, but not very loud. You remembered how you had shared a room with someone once and they were snoring so loudly and badly that it made the walls shake and you ended up sleeping in the bathtub, not a very pleasant experience in your opinion. Laying there and looking at him, you wondered if you truly would regain your memories. You felt sad that you couldn’t remember your time with him. He was a sweet boy (at least toward you).

Someone was nudging you in the middle of a dream. Groaning, your eyes opened to a very concerned Emma. Felix was already sitting up in bed, his hair more tangled than ever. His eyes traveled to you and the older woman in the room. You rubbed your eyes and yawned. What time was it?

“What?”

“Rumple knows you are here and he wants to speak to you.”

“No. Tell him to go fuck himself.” You replied as you laid back onto the mattress. Felix was still silent, he must have felt he was not needed in the conversation.

“(Y/N)!” She sighed, exasperated. You understood why she looked so tired, especially of your behaviour, but she had to understand too: you had just learnt he manipulated you, fabricated and erased memories. It was not something you wanted to slide. He had done wrong again and again, this was his punishment. “Just do it. He is ready to… talk. To mend things. This is an unique opportunity.”

“I think you should do it.” Felix surprisingly told you and touched your hair softly. “Maybe you will get him to help with my heart.”

“What are you both talking about?”

“Nothing, don’t worry. I will go.” You didn’t want to leave Felix. What if Rumpletilskin wanted just to hurt you more? But he was right: he held the key to helping the second in command.

He was waiting outside, on a bench. Emma didn’t walk with you, she instead stayed at the entrance of the police station. The heart’s piece was in Felix’s hands and you trusted him more than anything. But why did you feel bad as you approached the older man? He looked a bit gloomy and desperate. He perked up when you arrived and stood up with the help of his cane.

“(Y/N).” He acknowledged with a nod. “I am happy you decided to come meet me. I wasn’t sure…”

“Get to the point.” You sternly interrupted and he sat back on the bench. You didn’t buy his sad puppy act. He did it with Belle when he messed up and she always forgave him, but it was not going to work with you.

“I know that you are very angry that I lied to you. I understand. I am not the only one to blame in this situation.”

“You erased my memories. You took that away from me! And you also used Felix.” You then accused, the way you saw it, he was the only one responsible.

“Just let me talk and you get to insult me after. I understand why you are worked up about this. Believe it or not, I grew to care and love you. That’s why I decided to let you go and destroy the deal from loverboy.” He blurted out.

You were at loss for words. Rumpletilksin never did that in the past, he never… never destroyed a deal? This was a trick. Surely it must be one. He was watching you like a hawk, awaiting your reaction. What should you do? What should you say? It was not your deal, it was Felix’s but… but you didn’t know to say or think.

“So?”

“I… Are you serious?” You took a seat next to him, observing his demeanor. “I don’t understand. You had never done that. Why would you-?”

“Get your old memories back and get the piece that you stole back into your lover’s heart?” The Dark One cut you off with a genuine and rare smile. “That’s because I care, like I said. I do care about you. I want you to be happy. That’s what differentiate me from that smelly captain.”

You were feeling bad about judging Rumpletilskin so fast. Maybe he indeed changed. Maybe spending time with Belle had made him soft but in the right way. You still couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“Thank you. I don’t know how to repay you.” You babbled out as he stood up and you followed him back to the police station.

“You can’t repay me. I feel… sad that I have to let you go. But I can’t keep you forever. You will have to leave the nest one day. And I am sure you will be well protected by this… gorilla.” He talked as he quietened down since Emma was listening.

“Don’t call him that.”

Anxiously, you watched as Felix stood tall, trying to make himself bigger as he faced the Dark One. As you understood well, the two had an unpleasant history together, which was linked to Peter Pan. And considering Rumpletilskin had already fooled him, you understood why your lover was on edge. Luckily (or not) Emma was present, making herself the referee. She waited like you, her arms crossed over her chest.

Rumplestiltskin had Felix’s heart’s piece in his hand. He was looking at it, seeming regretful. Maybe he was disappointed he didn’t use this piece for a powerful magic spell or curse. You couldn’t wait until it was finished. You were so eager to gain your former memories back. You wanted to remember all your time with Felix.

He snapped his fingers together abruptly, a parchment appearing out of thin air. It held a choppy and childlike signature at the end. You couldn’t read everything on it as a fire burnt it down, the ashes falling to the ground. As it did, you felt a swirl of emotions and something else in the pit of your stomach, as if you were about to throw up from nausea. Then, it was your turn to fall into Emma’s arms.

When you awoke, you weren’t inside the police station anymore but rather on a very comfortable sofa, with a blanket over your body. You slowly sat up and looked around, remembering now it was Snow and Emma’s place. How did you end up there? And what happened? Your head was hurting so bad, it felt like a morning after drinking too much. You were feeling like you had been put in the washing machine and then the dryer.

The events came back to you quickly as well. You remembered everything, including your erased memories. You smiled a little, thinking about your first meeting with the second in command or when he saved you from Hook. It meant it worked. Rumpletilskin had set you free. You felt relieved and thankful toward the Dark One. He had honored his part of the deal or rather… his promise. Hoping he had put back Felix’s heart together, you slowly stood up as you heard people speaking. Everyone stopped once they realized you were up.

“Hey kid. Had a nice nap?” David joked as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“Did it work? You have all your memories?” Emma questioned, looking a little concerned for your wellbeing.

“Yeah, I do. Where’s Felix? Is he okay?” It was your turn to be worried, he wasn’t present. Your eyes scanned their faces and they didn’t seem to share a dreadful face or your thoughts.

“He’s fine, he is getting new clothes and probably a haircut… and a bath. Belle is handling everything.” David replied, seeming grateful he wasn’t the one to do that.

They went back to talking about anything. Since you were bored, you sat on a stool and drank your coffee quietly, not caring about the world around you. What now? Rumpletilskin had kind of kicked you out by now, since you weren’t his slave anymore. It felt weird to have freedom. And what could you do with Felix? Stay in Storybrooke, working and having your own place together? It sounded like a dream, but it wasn’t exactly the life you wished for. You were still hungry for adventure and exploration. But you didn’t know if Felix felt the same. You wanted to know about his intentions.

“Do you love him?” Emma asked suddenly with a serious tone after the others left. You had been sitting in the kitchen for so long your ass started to hurt.

“I do.” You replied sincerely and stared into her eyes. “I can’t live without him. He gave his heart for me, if he wasn’t in love with me… He wouldn’t have done that.”

“And you wouldn’t have stolen his heart’s piece from Rumple if you didn’t care.” The blond woman sighed with a sad and small smile. She seemed to have an internal debate with herself before approaching you and giving you something. “Open it.”

You did as you were told cautiously. You gasped at the sight of a magic bean, just waiting to be used. Your eyes met Emma’s and you couldn’t even form a simple sentence. You had so many questions: how did she acquire this? Why is she giving it to you? Why was she helping?

“It’s Neal’s, he also found it in the shop and wanted you to have it.”

“Why?” You whispered. Why would Rumple’s son help you? You barely knew each other!

“He said, and I agree with him, that you and Felix won’t be happy staying in Storybrooke. You need to write your own story elsewhere, go on adventures, be young and careless, this kind of stuff.” She continued, and you could see tears pearling in her eyes. She seemed very serious about letting you go and she had considered you like a little sister. “I am fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Thank you so much Emma.”

“Go. Be free.” She hugged you. Was this what freedom tasted like?

Packing hadn’t been easy. You had bought a ton of things as if you were going hiking. Of course, you brought weapons: guns, ammunitions, swords, a crossbow for Felix… And food. You put on the hiking back on your shoulders, wincing a bit when you nearly fell on the ground because of the weight. It didn’t matter. Felix knew how to hunt and fish, you were sure he was great at it, and you had brought some magical items in case something went wrong. You intended on exploring realms with him. You contemplated yourself in your small bedroom’s mirror, you only had the bare necessities in your whole life. Maybe you could have everything you wanted now? It felt strange, to think you had your destiny and faith in your own hands.

You wondered if Felix was alright with this. You were so happy about leaving or being able to do what you wanted that you forgot what he may want. Perhaps he wanted to stay here? He had been living on a dangerous island for centuries, maybe he would like to live in Storybrooke, where life was quieter but with its share of adventures and dangers? Feeling bad, you put the bag down on the ground and sat down with a sad sigh on the bed. You needed his opinion. You snorted, thinking about how this was the first step to being a good and healthy couple.

Speaking of the devil, Felix knocked softly on your open door and stepped in with a smile. His hair wasn’t cut but still wet, and you thought about poor Belle who must have dragged him to a hairdresser. She had told you it was her intention, but seeing his hair hasn’t changed… Well, she must have lost to the fierce lost boy. He sat down next to you and gestured to the bags on the ground.

“What’s all this?”

“Well… I thought that we could go on adventures, just the two of us in another world.” You said with a silly smile, it felt unnatural to do it but at the same time… with him, it felt normal. “I mean… I don’t know if you want to do it. What you feel matters too. I will be willing to stay.”

“Stay? Here? With all those fucking heroes trying to tame me?” Felix replied, putting a hand on his chest, looking scandalized. At least he was funny. “No way. Sharing a home with you, yes, but not here. Not with them.”

“So you are okay with me taking the lead?”

“I will give you my heart if I can.” He spoke sincerely and kissed your nose softly.

“Technically you did.”

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Very well made

Different Pulses 

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After Pan gets defeated, Y/N and Felix live together in Storybrooke with the "heroes". They both don't get along and seem to avoid each other, until the "heroes" need to leave them alone to save Henry from another threat. Will Y/N get along with the cold, distant boy?

Part: (1/?)

@madd-devil

This story is heavily inspired by "When it's cold" by:

@the-original-weirdo-83

@peter-pan-on-neverland

Y/N's eyes wandered through the small room, from the small bed to the huge window, stopping at the small drawer underneath it, before finally stepping further in. The walls were dyed light blue and besides a big clock and a flat screen they were empty. There was nothing unusual with this room, nothing really striking and yet it still felt a little strange. She walked forwards and ripped the dark curtains away, opening the window to welcome the golden sunlight into the room, warming her skin. The air smelled different and even the birds chirped in another tune. It seemed as if this world was quieter than the other, less dangerous and more welcoming. For a moment Y/N was soaked into the moment and drifted off into her thoughts, as suddenly some cursing in the next room ripped the girl out of her thoughts. With an annoyed snarl, she rolled her eyes and let herself drop onto the small bed, trying to ignore the sounds that probably came from the grumpy former second in command. After all, he still did not like being taken from Neverland, as he found himself with Y/N in a new home in Storybrooke. He still did not fit in and fought with everything he had to integrate. The second in command was stubborn and feisty, hot-tempered and constantly in a bad mood. Felix had barely granted Y/N a smile since they came off the Island and after he was brought into Mary Margaret's and David Charmings flat, everything went worse. The lost boy usually locked himself up inside his room, stayed there until after dinner to grab himself the leftovers, before vanishing back behind the wooden door. He never seemed to understand the technology around him, not even trying to understand it, but getting angry instead if it did not work out like he had imagined it to.  Y/N on the other hand, found herself in a healthy relationship with her hosts real quick. They took it as their own responsibility to take both of them in, after Pan was defeated. Felix, because he was the most stubborn boy that would never find his peace in an orphanage and Y/N, because she was the only girl next to Wendy that lived with the lost boys. After all this time on the island, she found herself being close to Henry as well. The small, young boy was like a little brother to her, making the girl laugh and joining her whenever Mary Margaret would allow them to go out. She was a careful woman and even though she trusted Y/N, there was no reason for her not to be cautious. Also Y/N suspected Mary  not to act like granting the girl a privilege while Felix was still being guarded. 

Another loud yell from behind those walls disturbed the girls' peaceful daydreams once more, so she grabbed the pillow and pressed it over her head to muffle all the sound, trying her best to ignore everything around. It was a day too pretty for this and Y/N only wanted to relax, but not a few minutes of delightful silence later, she heard a knock on the wooden door. Moving her body properly under the sheets, she faced the door and mumbled just loud enough,"Come in."

The door swung open and revealed the former second in command's worried face, his sweaty hair hung down his face and he breathed so loud that the girl could literally feel anger flooding in the room. The atmosphere turned immediately tense and the room seemed to shrink around her with each second passing. Y/N held her breath and raised one eyebrow in confusion, trying her best to hide her insecurities behind a questioning look, as the lanky, blonde boy's eyes pierced her urgently. 

"Where is the little rat?" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. 

"The ra-" She started confused. "Oh."

Henry.

"He took my cloak." Felix raged. "Where is the bastard, so I can smite him!"

"It's in the laundry." Y/N interrupted him before Felix would even try to hurt Henry and give him the fault for her doings. She found it in the bathroom and washed it along with the other laundry. The girl's voice was almost inaudible, well knowing the boy's temper from all the countless encounters with the other lost boys. Felix's eyes twitched and he gritted his teeth as he slowly came closer, one step after another, to close the distance that kept her away from him, the only distance that gave the girl at least a little bit of comfort. Henry could be glad to have to spend the time with the grumpy lost boy on weekends only. How much she envied him.

"What?" He snarled with his face just a few centimeters away from hers and for a moment her mind went blank, the only impulse she felt was to storm out of the room. As she crashed to the door, Y/N did not even bother to look back and swiftly grabbed her shoes and keys before leaving the apartment.  The door swung shut with a loud crash that echoed through every room as Felix swayed back in his own room, every cell inside him questioning why his heart felt so heavy. Y/N was not even sure if the lanky boy bothered to chase after her and if her actions seemed a little exaggerated, but when Felix built himself up in front of her, the girl's heart sank into the bottom of her body and fear overtook her mind. The former lost boy had been cruel to other boys for less than that.

She did not stay out for long, simply walked around the block to get some fresh air and to get some space from the tall boy. Also, because she knew that Mary would be mad if she was not home when the woman returned. The first week did not start well and Y/N let out a frustrated sight as she thought of the future. Mary and David left her alone with him half of the day, having the boy locked up in his room was not consoling though, the fact alone that he was present was enough to make her feel nervous. When she returned to the apartment, Felix was nowhere in sight, so she quickly snuck back into her room, hoping that he would leave her alone for the rest of the day. On the other hand, she had to make sure that he would not hurt Henry, the poor boy did nothing wrong. For a moment Y/N hesitated until she decided to get Felix's cloak from the washing line on the balcony. Not a surprise that the asshole did not know it was there, when he never left his room. Still, the girl felt a little curious when she thought of what he might do all day by himself- especially with no understanding of technology. Was he not bored? There was no convincing answer that she could think of and Y/N wondered if she would find out as she strutted with the big cloak in her hands towards Felix's room. She  knocked at the door and immediately regretted it after the previous events. Nevertheless she tried to be brave and push her fear aside, telling herself that the former second in command was not threatening at all.

She knocked again when nothing happened and suddenly some angry footsteps stomped into her direction-, firm and loud, before the tall boy ripped the door wide open, revealing his furious face.

"What the fuck do you want?" Felix growled, the veins of his neck throbbing and his hands pressed so tightly into fists that his knuckles turned white. 

"I-...eh." Y/N stammered nervously and tightened her grip onto the cloak. Her eyes widened as she thought, He would not hurt me, would he? "I have your-"

"Keep that!" Felix interrupted her, his words were like poison.

Felix slammed the door shut before  the girl could say another  word, leaving her in the dark hallway with an unsettling feeling inside her guts that something was wrong. But how could she even tell what? Felix never spoke to her that much and it was pretty obvious that he would not do more in the future. All Y/N knew was that the grumpy boy missed the island and that he missed Pan, even though the girl never understood his obedience to the green devil. Peter Pan was manipulative and evil and she was glad he never left Neverland alive. Felix couldn't give her the fault for his loss, she had never helped the heroes and even refused as the only one next to him to say a word. Well, Y/N opened up quicker and befriended the "heroes" after everything they did. It was a saint if she could speak freely about it. The cloak must mean a lot to Felix, or else he would never be this angry, even for a boy who had a tendency to violence-, he never hurt Y/N before. She really hoped he would take it back and overcome his rage. The idea that Felix might only looked for a reason to hate Henry more occured her a few minutes later, but it was an unspoken thought that seemed to be way too assumptious.

"I am sorry about Peter." She moved her forehead onto the wooden door, resting it there for a bit and after a while she watched a single tear drop down onto the ground. Peter was not completely evil, not to Y/N at least and deep inside he was a loss to her as well. There was a short time where Felix seemed to be nice too, back on Neverland just weeks before Peter got defeated. He had shown the girl a flower field and tickled her until some boy's would crossy their way and disturb that lovely moment. It was the first and only time he had ever been close in a comforting way. Since then, Y/N had always hoped to see the boy underneath this rusty shell, but it was all gone since the second he stepped off the boat.

The door stayed closed and she stared at Felix's cloak, wondering what to do with it. When Y/N returned to her own room and snuck underneath the covers, the cloak was still under her arm. It did not smell like Felix anymore. The ticking of the clock was the only sound filling the room, capturing the girl's eyes to check the time- six pm. It was late, almost time for Mary Margaret to come back from work and cook some dinner, and when it was time for Y/N to sleep, David would come home too and Emma would come tomorrow, to bring Henry over for the weekend. Y/N barely saw David. He was always busy with his work in the police station and would get home late in the night. He left Felix and her up to Mary and Emma, which was definitely a hard task thinking of the rebellious boy next to Y/N's room. The man could not stand the former lost boy, the girl had seen it in his eyes when Emma brought her onto the ship, back then,  from escaping Neverland. Felix's emotions seemed mutual and everyone around could sense it. That both of them were separated most of the time, was not so bad after all. Mary Margarett even tried to take it as an opportunity to get to know more about the former lost boy, but all her attempts failed. The boy kept shut, would not reveal his past and barely replied to any of the woman’s actions. It was tiring to watch, quite a show though. It seemed like a boring game of charade, in which Mary kept asking him countless questions and then tried to interpret his annoyed growls as he ate some cereal. Breakfast was a strict rule for him to join and dinner to avoid. 

Y/N rolled over and grabbed her phone, turning some music on to change her thoughts and kill the silence. Even though it was so early, she felt how her eyelids were getting heavy, how she slowly drifted off into sleep, using the cloak as a pillow. Throwing it away was not an option for her, there could always come a time where the former lost boy would demand it back. 

It felt like a whole night when the girl woke up from a strange feeling of someone pulling on something underneath her. Out of reflex, she tightened the grip on the cloak in her arms. The pulling got stronger and when she realised that this was not a dream, she slowly opened her tired eyes.

"I changed my mind." Felix scoffed. "I want it back."

With a mind still dizzy and drunk from sleep, Y/N's sight was still so blurry, that it was hard to catch up and she needed a moment to follow the lost boy's words. He obviously meant the cloak, but why did he make such a fuss about it when he did not want it in the first place? 

"Y/N?" He pronounced her name so carefully when he realised her eyes were closing again. She did not respond. 

The sound of Felix's knees hitting the floor startled the girl out of sleep, finding herself sitting bolt upright in bed, pressing the cloak with widened eyes tightly against her chest. He let out an amused chuckle, grinning from ear to ear. Being fully awake now, Y/N realised why the tall boy was here and she slowly reached her hand forward, handing the boy his cloak over. What the hell did he do in the middle of the night inside her room? Why could this not wait? Her eyes wandered to her phone on the small nightstand-, it was eight pm and winter. It caused the girl to genuinely laugh to herself.

"Sorry for washing it." She whispered meek, avoiding Felix's gaze and dropped her head back onto the pillow before turning  away from him to close her eyes. 

"It's all right." With that Felix quickly made his way back to his own room, the door closing so quick as if he had run.

The next day he kept quiet, did not say a word at breakfast, not even a snarky comment towards Henry who was constantly talking about one of his favourite movies and its heroes. The word 'hero' usually was enough to make the former lost boy explode. Not this time. His steel like eyes were glued onto his bowl as he ate in silence. Later he would sit in the living room, watching some TV that Henry forgot to turn off and would not even complain when Y/N joined and switched the channel. For a moment she felt his eyes burning on her skin. When she met his gaze, the former lost boy rose to his feet and walked away, slamming his door to confirm he was in his room now. Felix was strange and not the friendliest boy for sure. Still, Y/N had the feeling that there was more behind his behaviour that he would let her on and that he exaggerated an act. Mary would give her some tasks over the time like getting the groceries, which she would really appreciate doing, since it was a great way to get out. Y/N and Felix were no prisoners of course and the cold of the thick snow creeping in from the outside would keep her under her covers anyway. There never has been snow on Neverland. It was entirely strange and yet so familiar, waking a nostalgic feeling inside the girl. When Y/N found her way to the grocery store, there was no one to harm her and she had all the time she needed to wander through the different Isles and shove anything she liked into the shopping cart. There were no lost boys with spears and torches, that would hunt the girl down until her feet would bleed. No Pan that played his dangerous, manipulative games, that only entertained him in a twisted, sadistic way,  satisfying him, that it could already be a kink. 

It was freedom. 

The good snacks from the store disappeared immediately inside the drawer, keeping it safe from Henry or Felix. Both had the tendency to steal Y/N's food. She would often cook for herself, learning new skills since there was nothing else to do anyways. As soon as Mary returned, the girl hoped she would bring some more groceries, but she got disappointed. The snow held her off too long, the mood to go into the supermarket was simply gone and Y/N could understand that.

"You can go with Henry." She smiled and grabbed herself something to drink from the fridge. 

"When will he be here?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for an answer. The short haired woman slowly turned around, her face seemed to be frozen in an unbelieving, perplexed and slightly fearing frown.

"Isn't he here alr-" She stopped and both of their heads shot into the same direction when a key was put inside the front lock, turning and unlocking the door. The girl expected the young boy to get home, instead, Emma stormed into the apartment, shortly followed by David and the girl already saw on their faces that something was wrong. Mary let go of what she was doing and closed the distance between them with quite some concern on her face.

"They took Henry!" Emma bursted out, her eyes searching the room as if her son could just hide somewhere and would just magically appear any moment. She looked full of hope. David gently rubbed her back and told Mary to get her things. They always seemed to find trouble and now Y/N finally understood what Felix meant, when he once claimed that their hero being was only a facade and they were the true danger. Were they? Henry was gone and that was because he was so important to these women.

"Who took him?" Y/N asked worriedly.

"Stay out of this, you are not a part of this." Emma ignored the question and  gently shoved the former lost girl out of her way to get her keys. She ripped the door wide open and jumped down the hallway without bothering to close it, expecting the others to follow quickly. 

"We will get Henry back." Mary turned to Y/N, trying to comfort her by holding her hands. "You don't have to worry."

It was not the young boy she worried about and the short haired woman knew that. With a quick glance back to Felix's closed door, Y/N gulped and immediately shook her head.

"I can come with you!" She protested at the thought of being all alone with the former second in command.

"No," Mary said and sighted. "I need you here."

Her gaze wandered off to Felix's door again and her look grew frustrated. Y/N followed with her eyes and nodded before facing the short haired woman again. She turned to the counter and grabbed her purse to pull out her wallet.  Then she collected all the money she had and put it in a sugar box inside the shelf. 

"I trust you enough." Her words meant a lot. "Besides, once in a while Regina will check up on you two."

With that, Mary Margaret turned around and gave David a final nod, before both of them left the apartment to join their daughter in the car. As soon as Y/N closed the door behind them, everything went into an uncomfortable silence. There was no single sound instead of the unbearable striking of the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. 

"Great." Y/N moaned quietly. At least they could have told her who took Henry and for what possible reason. The adults would always seem to know better and in this case they decided it would be better to keep Felix and her out of this. Did they really want to leave her out of it, or was Y/N just not to be trusted? Felix would easily try to convince her about that. The former lost boy probably would not  care  at all. It was smart of Mary Margaret to hide some money for Y/N. The fridge was almost empty and she wondered how long they would be away and when she would need food. There was nothing good inside it, nothing appealing, so  Y/N closed the door and strutted back to her room. Dropping into the sheets, she grabbed the remote next to her pillow and turned on the TV. Henry had shown her how to use it real quick as he often joined the girl to play video games. All those years living here and using all these things caused him to always be smarter and it was the first thing Y/N noticed that Felix disliked about him. At the end, there were countless things the scarred up boy hated, but Henry was always the center of his anger. 

With the time passing by, the rumbling in the girl's stomach got louder until her tummy literally screamed for something to eat. Back in the kitchen, there was still nothing  appealing and with a quick glance to Felix's wooden door, she wondered if the former lost boy would like to eat something too. Each step further towards his room felt more heavy and Y/N's stomach turned inside out. The moment her knuckles knocked against the cool wood, she questioned why she even tried to be nice and get along with him. The floor was cold, maybe she should have put on some socks or turned on the heater. There was no sound on the other side of the wood and Y/N started to wonder if Felix was even home, when suddenly some heavy footsteps slowly strutted closer. Felix swayed the door wide open and rubbed his tired eyes, then rested his heavy head on the doorframe. He only wore some grey sweatpants, revealing his scars on his pale chest. The air around the girl thickened and her body heated up at the sight of his messy, sweaty morning hair. 

"Sorry." She mumbled and avoided looking at him. His presence alone caused shivers to run down her spine. "Did I wake you?"

"M-hm." Felix grumbled tiredly, fighting to keep his eyes open. Y/N's eyes wandered back to the open kitchen and its clock. It was four o'clock.

"Are you hungry?"

The tall boy remained silent for a moment, his dull eyes staring at the girl as if he did not understand the question, turned to look at his bed, then slightly nodded with his head as if it was the hardest thing to do.

"I could eat." He spoke with a deep, raspy voice, laying his focus back onto Y/N. Fuck, he sounded so hot, it caught her off guard and left her unable to speak for a glimpse moment. 

"I am ordering food." She said after a small moment. "What would you like?"

Felix pressed his brows together, then lifted one in confusion. "How does that work?" He asked and Y/N chuckled in amusement, feeling how her stiffened limbs relaxed. 

"You choose a restaurant and then decide what you want to eat." She explained and showed the blonde boy her phone. "They deliver it and you pay."' 

"Ah."

Y/N were not sure if Felix was not understanding it, or simply did not like it. He brought his hands up to his arms and rubbed the scarred skin, feeling how cold it was and finally bothered to put on a T-shirt. If Y/N were honest with herself, she liked Felix's exposed back. Muscles danced under tender flesh, as arms stretched upon the ceiling, forward and crooked together, pulling the cotton over his chest. Back on Neverland, Felix always seemed to be violent and rough, harsh to others and never in a good mood. There has not changed much, yet the dangerous, threatening touch was missing since he came to Storybrooke with Y/N. He was bent to new rules now. 

"Pizza." Felix said and stepped closer, closing the distance and bent down to take a glimpse of the menu. "Do they have some?"

Y/N's skin started to prickle when she felt his breath against her cheek and immediately froze in place. Why was he so close? 

"You know Pizza?" She asked unsure, still a little curious. Felix smirked and let out a husky chuckle. "Sure I do."

He walked past her into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, gulped it down, filled another one, gulped it down, but when he repeated that for a third time, the second in command could not finish it and disposed of the remains in the sink.  He turned around to check the time and widened his eyes as he realised how late it already was.

"The days are dark during winter." The boy mentioned with a side-along gaze, as if he knew that she might have criticised him for sleeping that long. Y/N did not know how to respond, but was confident enough to join the tall boy in the kitchen, pulling the chair back and taking a seat at the table. Both of them did not say a word and with each second passing in silence, she regretted sitting there with him even more. 

"Why did you run from me earlier?" The question caught her off guard, she needed a moment to think for the right answer. The girl tilted her head in Felix's direction, his eyebrows were lifted up in a questioning look and he leaned at the counter, waiting for the girl to open her mouth and speak.  He was just curious, not too gruff nor angry. 

"You scare me sometimes." Y/N admitted. "It's like being back in Neverland."

The former lost boy nodded disappointed and shifted his gaze out of the window to hide half of his features as if she would ever be able to read them.

"You really did not like the Island." The boy stated, receiving a light nod as an answer. "Was it so bad?"

"There were no toilets."

Felix could not help but chuckle, a warm genuine smile spread over his face and he nodded his head in agreement when he faced her again. 

"Toilets sure are great." He laughed. "Or warm running water."

Felix pushed himself away from the counter and slendered over to the girl, taking a seat on the chair in front of her. "It took me three days to find out how that works, by the way." He added after a small pause. Y/N could only shake her head in response and give him a brief smile. "Must have been cold."

The tall boy agreed in silence and crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the food to arrive. He would disappear for a while to go to the bathroom, giving her some space to clear her mind. All she could think about was how beautiful the former second in command looked when he smiled, making her nervous the longer he stayed with her. For a moment, it seemed like he was another person when she was all alone with him. 

"Where are the others?" Felix asked when he returned from the bathroom, pulling the chair around to straddle it. 

"Someone took Henry." Y/N admitted low, not even wanting him to know that, well aware that he would only mock this situation, probably having expected such a thing sooner or later. 

"Hm.’' Felix let out an amused chuckle and gave her a winning smirk, one that said,"Told you so!"

"We're on our own for a while." The girl said, checking her phone for a message from the delivery guy. Not long. Almost here. How the time had passed by.

"I am  fucking happy they are gone." Felix snorted and rolled his eyes."They were such a pain in the ass."

At least they gave him a home and clothes, food and no worries about his current life. That was something and even though Y/N knew how beautiful the Island could be, the former lost boy had not been safe there. None of them were. How could he still be so blinded after all? Y/N wanted to respond but decided to keep her mouth shut. Right at that moment the doorbell rang. Shifting from her seat, Y/N strutted over to the door and opened it, waiting a few moments for the delivery guy to get up the stairs and hand her the Pizza. She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it over to the man before closing the door. The boxes felt hot on her cool hands and the smell of fat, cheese and pepperoni filled the room, making the girl realise how hungry she actually was. Felix's stomach started to rumble when she started to cut her Pizza, so she assumed he did not have any breakfast either. For a moment the girl really enjoyed the boy's company and hoped he would stay longer, but she was also sure that he would take his food and vanish as quickly as he used to do. Yet, Felix never ceased to amaze her. He waited in silence until she was done cutting, then he took the knife and in that moment her fingers touched his, she felt  a quick, electric sensation followed by butterflies rumbling in her stomach. Taking the Pizza, she quickly strutted into the direction of your room to hide her sudden joy, just to be stopped by Felix calling her name.

"Where are you going?"

"Into my room?" Y/N gave confused back ,wondering why he would want her to accompany him all of the sudden.

"Oh- I thought…" Felix sounded disappointed.

"Oh…" Her eyes widened and maybe she sounded a bit too harsh. "I thought you wouldn't want-"

"Nevermind." Felix barked harshly and swiftly vanished behind his own door, not even giving the girl a chance to say another word. Damn, this boy was so sensitive, his mood was constantly switching and Y/N wished to find out why he was always  so pessimistic about everything. Not now, she thought, not now. First she would eat, then she would take care of that matter. 

The boy let out an annoyed sight when he opened his door after Y/N knocked not long after she finished eating. Felix was eating the last slice of his pizza and held the empty box in his other hand.

"Why are you always coming to me?" He snarled.

"I just care about you! For god’s sake! You act so fucking mean since we came here and I wonder why." She raised her voice and knitted her eyebrows together in a serious manner

"Please don't do this." Felix moaned theoretically. "Please don't act as if you cared!"

Felix swiftly turned around and threw the empty box of Pizza aside. His fast movements caused her to flinch a little, but still she managed to remain calm.

"You don't care!" He snarled. "Nobody cares. Just leave me alone."

The tall boy did not need to turn around and give her a final glare, he made it clear that she was not wanted and no matter how much he needed her help, she respected his wishes. Y/N had really no thought to waste about him when she went straight into the bathroom to take a bath that might cool her nerves. That fucking audacity and this childish behaviour, as if Felix really meant what he was saying. They both knew he was not serious and that he was simply lying to himself about his emotions. There was no place for love in his heart after being manipulated by Pan for so long, nor  for friendship. Y/N did not care what the former second in command told himself about their friendship, it all has been a lie and a game for Pan, something to entertain him. It was worthless. His loss meant nothing, still Y/N cared how Felix felt about the betrayal of every former boy.

While she stripped off her clothes, the girl waited for the bathtub to be filled with hot water and bubbles, a metaphorical way to clean her thoughts when diving in. She should rather think about helping someone out and earn some money, so she could afford buying her own things. She splashed the water with her fingers and slowly sank deeper into the bathtub to enjoy the silence. The hot steam filled the room and when her thoughts drove off to something pleasantly, she almost forgot the time. Back in Neverland there was nothing to worry about time, the days were almost all the same and no one was there to rush someone. Things have barely changed in Storybrooke, since there was nothing to do for Y/N and the lanky lost boy, so they needed to find something to kill the time. 

It had been an eternity since the girl had taken a proper bath and maybe it was time to get out, but the hot water remained too tempting for her to step out. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and leaned back, as suddenly a door slammed shut, immediately telling her that Felix was leaving his room again. His slow footsteps definitely made their way towards the bathroom and Y/N realised that she did not lock the door. She did not really forget to lock the door, right? The girl could not recall it and to get out of the water, to check was too late, as she watched agonised how the door handle went down and the door swung wide open, causing her heart to skip a beat. The tall lost boy did not seem to notice her at first, but as soon as he entered the steamy room, Felix froze in place. His eyes widened and his face turned blank. For a long moment, they both stared at each other and Y/N felt relieved that she was at least covered by a thick foam of bubbles. 

"Fuck, sorry...I-" Felix stuttered through half open lips, as if the little sight of a girl's skin was enough to steal his voice. It gave Y/N her confidence back.

"I didn't mean to-" the boy still couldn't open his mouth while his gaze burned holes through her. It took him a moment, but suddenly Felix shook his head to ban whatever he was thinking about and shifted his eyes away, then turned on his heels to swiftly leave the bathroom. 

At least he could have closed the door, Y/N thought as she sunk deeper into the water in embarrassment. Fuck, how in the hell could she forget to close the door? At least he did not see anything, or did he? The whole situation left her frozen in place, unable to think clearly. Y/N did not even dare to step out of the water to close the door, so she just sat there, trying her best to calm down. After a while, the skin of her fingertips were already wrinkled up, leaving a rough touch on her softened skin and she finally thought about getting out of the bathtub. A long time  had passed, since Felix stepped into the bath and now the water was starting to get cold. The girl's eyes searched the room for a towel until she realised that she had washed them and now they hung in the living room. Fuck this shit.

"Felix!" She called him as loud as she could, but there was no answer. The boy did not respond until she called him again.

"What do you want?" His voice echoed through the hallway. She sounded unsure and intrigued. 

"I have a problem."

"Well now you have two." Felix yelled back.

Y/N frowned in confusion and lifted her head.

"How's that?"

"I ain't interested in your first problem."

She let out an annoyed sight and rolled with her eyes and brought her fingers to her forehead, running over her skin in a steady, relaxing movement. Why was he like that? Was it really necessary to always find a way for drama? 

"I don’t have a towel." She whined, hoping for him to bring her one. The grumpy boy did not respond again, an unbearable silence filling the apartment. Felix was there, the girl knew that he was. He had not shut his door yet, so he must be in the living room or kitchen where he would perfectly understand you.

"Felix…" She called him, already giving up that he would come and breaking her mind by finding a way to get past him. "Please."

A few seconds later she heard his footsteps come back again, the wood creaking under his weight and announcing the boy’s arrival. He did not even enter the room, instead Felix threw the towel through the open crack.

"I need to take a piss, so please hurry up!" He said rather cowardly before the footsteps led him away, then shutting the door shut. Y/N did not hesitate and got out of the water as quickly as she could, barely drying her skin before she sprinted into her own room before the former lost boy would cross her way again. 

Why did such things always happen to her? Could it not have been someone else to walk in like Emma or Mary? Of course not, destiny always found a way to punish the girl,- first Pan, now Felix. Nevertheless, the cold boy stayed inside her mind all the time. She dressed herself and got ready to snuck under the blankets. For a while she allowed herself to dream of him cuddling against her back, how his big body would feel like pressed against hers, or maybe even… on top  of her?

NO.

Fuck no, she was not having dirty daydreams of mister cold facade. There was nothing special about Felix, right? Eventually that long scar that ran over his jagged jawline and those blue, stabbing eyes fascinated her. Those  piercing eyes, that were sharp as daggers and intimidating as the gaze of a shark. There was definitely something mysterious about the former second in command, still, Y/N had told herself that she was done with adventures and risky decisions- Felix was definitely one of those,- that she could tell. He was hot, but also the biggest asshole she ever met. The former lost boy kept wandering through the apartment and distracting the girl's dreaming thoughts with each passing second. He would not leave her mind until she fell asleep.

(Next Chapter ->)

[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan being clingy would include...

• the thing is, it's unusual for Pan to be clingy

• but it's not something you'd complain about

• even he sometimes needs more attention

• acts like this when he's worried or stressed

• gets anxious or upset if he can't be with you all the time

• calls you love, darling, sweetheart more than usual

• probably cracks a joke or two

• follows you around the camp and island like a lost puppy

• he just makes sure to be near you

• if he needs to get some work done he will give you something to be also busy with and keeps an eye on you

• you can feel his green eyes on you all the time

• during the night he lets you hold him

• tells you about about one of the many things that he has done or seen on the island

• loves when you caress his hair and his strong arms

• the little smirk never leaves his face

[blue-sadie]

Princess Treatment

Imagine:

Being Regina's bio daughter and getting sperated from the group on neverland and Peter and Felix 'happen' to find you to make a deal with you.

"Its very simple darling you become ours and we'll release henry simple as that but know this you won't be getting of neverland either way"

[chloe-skywalker]

One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.

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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.

“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”

“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.

“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.

“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.

“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.

Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”

Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”

Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”

Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.

So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.

But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.

“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.

Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.

“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.

Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.

“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”

“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.

“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.

“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.

The boys look at her with sympathy.

“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort. 

“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.

Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.

“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.

Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.

“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.

As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.

“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.

“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.

“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.

“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.

“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.

Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”

Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”

Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.

“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.

The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.

Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.

“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”

There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.

“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.

“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.

“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.

“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.

“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.

“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.

“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.

“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.

“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.

Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”

“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”

Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.

“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?

“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.

“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.

“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.

“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.

“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”

“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.

“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.

“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.

“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[stephstars08]

Always Running Away

Peter Pan x Reader

Warning: Adult Language, Mention of Reader’s Mother’s Death, Reader being Abused by Her Father, Mention of Mental and Physical Abuse, Mention of Alcoholism, Anxiety, Angst (Fluff at the End), and Possible Grammar Errors. (Let Me Know if I Forgot Any!!)

Summary: Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. All the boys think Y/N is only allowed to stay because of the abuse she gets from her father but there is another reason why Peter lets her stay on the island and that reason is why he always runs away from her.

Word Count: 1,501

Author’s Note: FINALLY I HAVE RELEASED A STORY! My first Peter Pan story is finally here, so sorry for the wait! I just recently started getting back into OUAT so that’s why I wanted to write for Peter Pan and I’m getting so many ideas for him so I hope you all enjoy!

Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. How she got to Neverland she doesn’t know since she just woke up on the island but why she was taken there she does know.

Y/N is a sixteen year old girl but she didn’t have your typical teenage girl life. Her mother died when she was just eight years old. Her mother died by drowning after saving her from drowning.

She took her mother’s death hard but no one took it harder than her father. He started to drink heavily which made him emotional and physically abuse Y/N. He would yell at her by telling her that it’s her fault that he mother is dead and that she’s nothing but a fucking mistake. He’s even told her that it should’ve been her that died instead of her mother.

There would be some nights that her father would get to mad at her that he would slap her so hard it would knock her down onto the floor or knock her into the wall or another piece of furniture breaking it. Then that would make him even more angry and say that it was her fault she broke something. No matter what Y/N did, it wasn’t good enough for her father.

When Y/N woke up on Neverland she was immediately found by a boy named Felix. Of course, Felix knew that Y/N was brought by the shadow. Before Felix could take her to Peter he had already showed up. Peter immediately noticed the bruises on Y/N’s arms and a big bruise on her cheek. After introducing each other Y/N told them everything that she knew. Peter asked about her bruises and she told him. Peter knew that he couldn’t just send her back to her abusive father. She’s been through enough and if he sends her back who knows if what would happen. He could end up killing her.

Peter let her stay and let her become the first lost girl. Everyone and Y/N thought that her background was the only reason why Peter let her stay on the island but Peter had another reason.

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Y/N had just came back to camp after her daily morning walk she goes on. She saw Peter and Felix talking so she decided to walk over to them. “Hey guys!” Y/N said to the boys with a kind smile. “Hey Y/N.” Felix said back. “I got to go.” Peter said and walked away from them.

“Okay, why the fuck does he keep doing that!” Y/N said quickly becoming frustrated. Y/N has a good and close relationship with all the boys including Peter but recently every time she approaches him, he walks away from her. “I don’t know.” Felix shrugged. He does know why Peter keeps avoiding her but he knows he’s not the one to tell her.

“Did I do something wrong?” Y/N asked him with sadness in her eyes. “Listen Y/N, this is between you and Pan.” Felix told her. “You’re going to have to go talk to him.” Felix added which earned him a nod from her since she knew he was right.

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As the day went on Y/N thought about what she was going to say to Peter. She always gets nervous when she goes to talk to Peter by herself. Y/N knows that she’s starting to develop feelings for Peter which does scare her. She knows how private Peter is. She knows how he closes off certain feelings. Maybe that’s why Peter keeps running away from her. Maybe he knows that she’s growing feelings for him.

Once Y/N knew what she was going to say to Peter she made her way to Peter’s cabin. When she got to Peter’s cabin door she could feel her nerves start to pace and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She really wanted to just run away but she knew she couldn’t so she took a deep and calming breath. Once she felt a little calmer she knocked on the door and waited. She was hoping he was in there.

When the door swung open there stood a surprised Peter. He doesn’t ever expect anyone to come to his cabin. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked her. “I need to talk to you.” Y/N told him. “I’m busy.” Peter told her. He went to close the door but Y/N quickly stopped it with her hand. “Please Pan! It’s important.” Y/N told him in pleading tone. Peter let out a heavy sigh. He walked out of his cabin and shut the door.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” Peter asked her. “Do you hate me?” Y/N asked him which took him by surprise. She figured she would just get straight to the point. “Do I hate you? What kind of question is that?” Peter asked her with confusion in his voice. “Just please answer the question.” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. She’s been having that question floating around her mind for what feels like forever. “No, of course I don’t hate you.” Peter answered her while shaking his head.

“Then why do you avoid me or walk away every time I approach you?” Y/N asked him with frustration in her voice. “It’s like you keep running away from me.” She added. “It’s complicated.” Peter told her looking away from her. “What? What do you mean by it’s complicated?” Y/N asked looking at him with confusion in her eyes. Peter just stayed silent since he didn’t know what to say.

“Do you want me to leave?” Y/N asked him which made him quickly look back at her. “Of course not!” Peter told her in a reassuring tone. “Then what is it? Did I do something wrong to make you run away from me?” Y/N said as her eyes started to fill with tears. Peter let out a sigh. Seeing the tears form in her eyes made him realize that he can’t keep in his secret anymore.

“I’m falling in love with you.” Peter confessed which took Y/N by surprise. “You have feelings for me?” Y/N asked in complete shock. Peter just gave her a nod. “I have feelings for you, too.” Y/N confessed to him. “You shouldn’t.” Peter told her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “Because I’m a fucking mess, Y/N.” Peter told her with a mixture of anger and frustration in his voice.

“I don’t know how to love. I just know how to cause pain to people. I hurt every person that gets close to me.” Peter told her which made her heart ache. “I can show you how to love.” Y/N told him. She went to put her hand onto his cheek but he took a step back from her.

“No.” Peter started. “You can’t. No one can.” Peter told her. He turned away from her and walked away leaving her all by herself.

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As days went by Y/N was now the one running away from Peter. Peter feels awful for what he said and every time he goes to apologize she walks away from him.

The lost boys were hanging out together around the camp fire. Peter was sitting by the campfire on a log. He looked over at Y/N who was sitting on a log all by herself away from everyone. Peter stood up and walked over to her.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Peter asked her. “No.” Y/N answered without looking at him. She just stared down at the ground. “Please Y/N, it’s really important.” Peter said to her in pleading tone. When Y/N looked up at him she saw the pleading look in his green eyes. Y/N let out a heavy sigh in defeat. “Fine.” Y/N told him standing up from her seat on the log.

Y/N followed Peter in the woods so they were alone. “I want to take you up on your offer.” Peter told her which made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “You do?” Y/N asked him in a soft tone. “My whole goal was to not hurt you but I obviously fucked that up by ignoring you.” Peter told her. Peter took both of her hands into his and gave them a light squeeze. “I want to be with you. I want you to teach me how to love.” Peter told her as his green eyes stared into her Y/E/C eyes. “Are you sure?” Y/N asked him. She doesn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’s not comfortable with. “Does this answer your question?” Peter started.

Before Y/N could say anything Peter connected his lips with hers. Y/N immediately melted into the kiss. She’s dreamed of this moment for so long that she couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. When they released from the kiss they had to catch their breaths.

“Pan-“ Y/N started to say but he cut her off. “Please, call me Peter.” Peter told her and reconnected his lips with hers.

[thepiratequeenofneverland]

Y/N daughter of hook: who is that? *pointing to pan.*

Hook: a demon, don’t go near him.

Y/N: *thinking: why he got though?*

Pan: *reading their mind:they’ll be mine.*

[justpan]

Title: Unwilling Bride (Finale!!!)

Summary: Will Peter win his last game with (Y/N)?

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

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Felix was always a very simple guy to understand, he had simple morals and simple needs; in conclusion to being simply understood he was also very intense.

Intense in all his actions and beliefs.

That was why he was Pan’s right hand man, he believed in Pan as if he were a God made of flesh. Pan had gotten Rufio, his very first and very best friend killed, but even if Felix never forgave Pan for not avenging his friend he would always be loyal. Because Pan had saved him, saved him from starving and rotting in the streets of Oz.

So even now, as the Lost Boys were beginning to complain of hunger pains just like the boys in the orphanage, Felix would follow Pan’s orders.

One last game.

Felix didn’t like the phrase his leader had used when he first began to lay out his plan, or at least the part of the plan he wanted to share. Pan almost never fully divulged his plans to anyone other than his own speechless shadow.

He had been given very specific directions to the cottage that (Y/N) called home and as he trudged his way through the forest his heart was heavy.

(Y/N) had been his friend, she had been Rufio’s love and now he was on a mission that made him work against his own personal wishes.

Just as Pan promised the cottage was there in a clearing and (Y/N) was right there in front of it, she had a bow and arrow and appeared to be training her aim by trying to hit leaves as they fell from dying trees.

‘Getting a bit slow there Mother.’ he said as he entered the clearing, being sure to keep his hands up and his palms exposed as he approached.

As expected she turned with frightening speed and aimed her arrow directly at him and her eyes were hard.

‘Felix, been a while.’ she said.

‘Ten or eleven years, not too long I think.’ he said casually, still keeping his hands up.

‘Why are you here, Felix? I know you didn’t find this place alone, what instructions did Pan give you?’ she said quickly, keeping her weapon raised.

‘No instruction, I’m not here to fight you, I just have a message. What you do with that message is up to you entirely.’

She looked untrusting but her curiosity had clearly been peaked by the prospects of a message from the one person on her hit list.

‘What message?’

‘He wants to see you, face to face on Skull Rock. I don’t know his plan past getting you there. I swear that to you.’

‘I believe you Felix, Pan doesn’t tell anyone anything.’ she sighed as she lowered the bow.

‘He does miss you though, he doesn’t need to tell anyone that. It shows in his every move, we all miss you at camp.’

‘Does he miss Rufio? Does he even speak about him?’ (Y/N) asked sharply.

Felix looked down and was surprised by the speed in which (Y/N) had reached his side.

‘I’m sorry, I was taking out my anger for Pan on you and it was wrong. I know you lost a friend in Rufio’s murder the same as I lost a love.’

‘I did, and we have lost so much since.’

At his words he saw her eyebrows come together in worry and confusion.

‘Come inside, we will talk more there. You can tell me how my boys are.’ she said as she led him towards her home.

‘I can tell you that now, they are all hungry and miserable.’ Felix said as he followed.

(Y/N) opened her door and let in her first ever guest.

Felix glanced around with at least mild interest in the modern setting he found himself in, but he was clearly searching for something.

‘Where is the kitchen? Is there food?’ Felix asked.

 (Y/N) pointed to the kitchen door and followed behind Felix.

‘I’ll start you off with a sandwich but I’ll make a full dinner for you too, enough for you to take back to camp.’

‘A sign of good faith?’ he asked as he sat at the table and watched you move around the kitchen.

‘Concerned friend, I told you I had no grudges with you all; I would never make any of you choose between me and Pan. I will help you all whenever you need me, but I will have nothing to do with him. I will not see him on peaceful terms, the second he is in my sight I’m going to kill him.’ 

‘Then don’t look at him, but he needs to speak with you. I will not return to camp until you agree. I complete my task every time without fail.’ Felix said seriously as he dug into the sandwich that was placed in front of him.

‘I know your commitment to following Pan’s orders but this time he gave you an impossible task, I will not meet him for any reason in this world or the next. If he has information that he thinks is vital to me then he can send you with that message, other than that I will have no communication with him.’ (Y/N) said firmly as she went about cooking a large pot of beef stew.

Felix watched her move her hands elegantly around as she summoned ingredients from thin air.

It had been so long since Peter had performed any magic for the camp that Felix almost looked amazed.

“Keep your mask up Felix, she must not see through you.” Pan’s voice rang in his mind and he kept his face indifferent.

She began to chop the vegetables and a mild uncomfortable silence settled in on the pair of reunited friends.

‘What has been happening at camp?’ (Y/N) asked, breaking the silence.

‘There are no animals for us to hunt, and we certainly aren’t getting our pirate supply anymore. The island is living on borrowed time, I’d say we have less than a year before it’s inhabitable.’

He watched tensely as she stilled her movements and processed the bad news he had delivered, it was obvious that things were going just as Pan was hoping.

She would battle her hate for him with her love for the Lost Boys and because she was good the love would win.

With a large and visibly fuming sigh she threw up her hands in defeat.

‘When?’

‘As soon as you can get there, he’s there now waiting for you. I urged him to bring provisions but he refused, he can go longer than most without food but not forever (Y/N).’

She scoffed and went back to her cooking and conjuring and began to gripe the same way she always had in Felix’s company.

‘If he thinks threatening to starve himself will push me to hurry then that’s his mistake. He can rot for all I care.’ she hissed as her movements became less graceful and more aggressive.

‘I will get there at my own pace.’ she said firmly.

And not surprising, to Felix at least, she stuck to her words and cooked for nearly four more hours. While she waited on the food to get ready she made more and more sandwiches.

Felix did his best to keep their conversations as pleasant as they always had been back when the boys spoke of the infamous “Happily Ever After” finally making its way to Neverland. 

He gave her all the gossip that he’d thought she’d have found entertaining and she told him how she stayed sane all by herself out here.

It was only after she had been reduced to showing him her crafting projects that she gave in to the fact that she had no other reason to procrastinate her meeting with Pan.

‘Take the whole pot I enchanted it to stay full no matter how much you take out. It should last a few days. Tell the boys not to fight over it.’ she directed.

Felix took the pot and held it with both hands.

‘Thank you; I don’t know what Pan is planning and I don’t have the mind to guess what the outcome could be, but thank you. You were more than a mother to me, you were a friend…the only one I have left now.’ Felix said before his common sense could shut his mouth.

‘You were my best friend too Felix.’ (Y/N) said back, but her face was already beginning to show suspicion.

Soon (Y/F/C) smoke engulfed his body, when it cleared he was back at the camp and just that fast the boys were swarming the pot he was holding.

Back at your little cottage you stared at the spot where Felix had been mere seconds ago, distrust still written all over your face.

Felix was your best friend, and he knew more than he claimed he did; and whatever he knew he didn’t like it.

Sure he kept his mask on the whole visit and that was how you knew something was up, because when he actually relaxes Felix is an open book.

Pan was planning something, but it didn’t matter; you promised to kill him and you meant to keep that promise.

Deciding it was better to get this done quickly, you quickly transported yourself to the cave on Skull Rock.

It had been decades…maybe even centuries, but it was just as it had been the first and only other time you’d ever seen it. The same skull shaped stones and the same giant hourglass.

The hourglass was the only thing that showed any sign of time passing at all here, it had been about half full when she first saw it but now it was getting very close to empty.

Almost entranced by it you stepped closer to it, looking at your reflection in the curved glass, you took in the details of the hourglass. Its golden carvings and the unnatural light it gave off in the complete darkness of the cave.

 This hourglass ruined your life.

This stupid fucking hourglass that was the hellish timer of Peter Pan’s life, the fucking hourglass he used your love to refill.

‘Of course it all ends up here.’ you scoffed to herself.

It all started here didn’t it? Pan wanted to live forever and to do that he needed strong undying magic, and love is the strongest magic in all the classic fairy tales. He snatched you, an unloved military brat with no friends and no real social skills away from your home to use your feelings.

Feelings he always knew would arise in you, no matter how you looked at it you had been used and manipulated by Peter since the very moment you had met him. It was Stockholm syndrome outright.

He’d kidnapped you and made you love him.

Movement in the reflection of the glass made you snap out of your own head long enough to see that Peter was on the other side of the hourglass, watching you through the glass.

‘I’m glad you came.’ he greeted.

‘I came to kill you.’ you said coldly as you conjured a sleek and sharp dagger into your hand.

‘I know, but you said you’d kill me if you saw me again. All I see is glass.’

‘The glass is see-through.’ you said as you began to walk around the hourglass.

‘And once I walk around I’m going to see you directly.’ you continued.

‘I was hoping we could have this chat without the old trying to kill me game.’ Peter said as he began walking as well, keeping a pace that kept him out of your direct view while keeping eye contact through the glass.

‘I thought Peter Pan loved games.’ you snarled.

‘He does…but I am not Peter Pan.’ 

At that you finally stopped circling the hourglass.

‘What?’

‘This is the last game I want to play with you. This last real game I can truly control, win or lose. It’s going to be a game where you make a decision after I tell you something.’

‘What will you tell me?’

‘Everything, and after if you don’t want to stay by my side I will grant you safe passage off the island…before it is too late.’

For a long moment it was quiet as you thought over what Pan had offered.

An explanation, and a choice. Two things that could do nothing to change or justify what had happened but you had craved those things so long you couldn’t imagine turning either of them down.

‘Who are you if you’re not Peter Pan?’ you finally asked.

You watch the boy on the other side of the glass visibly sigh in relief.

‘My name was Malcolm, when I was a boy I would dream of flying in Neverland. This island was the most beautiful and perfect place to be. I would cry all day in anger at being away from it, but I got older and suddenly I couldn’t come back.’ He started, his eyes leaving yours for the first time as he looked at the opening of the cave dreamily at the grim island.

‘If you had seen it then, when the pixies still tended the tree and everyone could fly for as long as they wanted…to lose it overnight. I couldn’t stay a boy forever and the island isn’t too fond of grown ups. I was miserable in adulthood.’

Adulthood? 

‘I drank, I stole, I gambled…I had a child.’ he continued.

‘You have a kid?!’ you gasped out right, unable to mask your surprise.

Peter, or should you call him Malcolm, nodded in shame.

‘A son, a little runt that always needed something that I had to do heinous things to provide. Following after me whenever I went to do anything for myself…like a vulture coming to feast on the corpse of my life.’ he snarled.

This time you flinched at the amount of hate and revulsion that came out in the way Peter said those words. It wasn’t him being dramatic or overly emotional, he genuinely had hate for his son.

‘But my son did do one good thing for me in the end…not by choice of course. He was my ticket back to this place.’ he said as his reflection blurred through the glass.

You watched in near horror as Peter aged before your very eyes. He was no longer the blonde boy you were once so attracted to or even the demon boy who had watched Rufio’s killer walk free.

You couldn’t stand it, you needed to see it clearly. Before you could stop yourself you were running around the hourglass to finally see him head on, but the second you met his eyes your feet were nailed to the cave floor.

He was a man now, a middle aged man with a hairline that was beginning to recede and a beard that was graying.

His clothes seemed to have aged as well, they were suddenly ragged and the color faded in random places as if they had been worn long past their best days.

‘This is the man who chose to trade his son for eternal life and youth, the man…’ the man stopped as if he was fighting against the words trying to come out of his mouth.

‘The man who is terrified of growing old and dying, above all else I don’t want to die (Y/N).’ the old man said, looking pleadingly into your eyes.

It was in that instant you saw him in those eyes, Peter’s eyes.

How many times had you gotten lost in those eyes while the two of you practiced your magic, or while you laid next to each other in bed.

‘I know that you hate me…I know I deserve your hate, but please understand that I never wanted any harm or hardship to come to you. You were everything to me from the second I met you, hell even before that.’

‘Why? Why me? Why was I the one you chose to love?’

The old man reached into his raggedy pants pocket and pulled out an ancient looking folded parchment and handed it to you.

‘I drew this when I was sixteen, truly just a sixteen year old boy in the Enchanted Forest, I used to draw in the daytime when I had no chores. No one modeled for me and I had no inspirational muse in my mind, but I drew this.’

You looked at him as you took the parchment, studying him now that he was this close; it felt so…wrong. This was wrong, this old man couldn’t possibly be Peter Pan, Peter couldn’t be this man. This man was old and heavyset, he even smelled older.

You turned from him, choosing to inspect the drawing he’d handed you instead, unfolding it carefully as to not rip the fragile old thing. Once it was fully spread out you found yourself looking down at your own face sketched almost perfectly in thick charcoal lines.

‘What the hell?’ you gasped.

‘Being a gambler, and a pretty bad one at that, I couldn’t hold on to many personal belongings. For some unknown reason I could never part from that drawing, I traveled with it, I kept it in my hidden pockets when I slept. Even when I jumped into the portal that brought me back to this island with my son this drawing was in my boot.’ Malcolm started to explain.

‘Imagine my surprise when I went to the shadow and asked if there was a way to keep the hourglass forever full, only for it to tell me that it had answered that question a long time ago.’ he finished.

‘You’re talking destiny and- and written in stars type of nonsense.’ you said in disbelief.

‘How did you find me? If all you had was this drawing, how did you find my house in Texas?’ you questioned.

The old man let out a breath of unamused laughter.

‘I wondered how I would find you too for a long while, but thankfully you made it easier.’

‘How?’

‘You felt unloved. That’s the easiest thing for the shadow to find, it had a large area to search; a lot of realms, but it found you. When I first saw you on the beach it felt surreal, like meeting an imaginary friend in the flesh. Of course the girl you turned out to be was not the meek little thing I had imagined, you were far better than I could have dreamed and I loved you more than I knew how to.’ He answered.

Your head was spinning, all of it was too much for you to process. The most inconvenient thing you’d had to deal with for the last few years was unsuccessful art projects, now you were looking at past memories and wondering how much of it was prophesied.

‘I need you, (Y/N). Beyond that I love you, and if you will have me then everything will be as it was. You and me, the camp, the Lost Boys, the mag-’

‘Rufio? Will he be as he was?’ you interrupted, your head suddenly clearing.

‘I could have forgiven the divorce, I could have forgiven a broken heart and tear soaked pillows; but I will never forgive that. I won’t forgive you letting them go, no matter who you are. Peter, Pan or Malcolm, Rufio put his life on the line for you and he lost it.’ you said looking up at him through watery eyes.

‘I couldn’t avenge him, and I regret that but I need Wendy alive, we could live without the extra food, but without her the plan would have fallen apart. I have to keep this island alive (Y/N), I have to. I can’t do that without either your love or the heart of the Truest Believer; I want to do it with you and with love. I don’t want to do it by ripping out my great grandson’s heart.’ Malcolm tried desperately to explain.

‘Your great grandson? He is the Truest Believer?’ you gasped in astonishment.

Peter had never told you the full details of his back up plan to keep the glass full after he’d ended things, and in all honesty you hadn’t wanted to know. You never imagined he had to spill blood; you never dreamed it would be his own blood he would have to spill.

Then again you never thought he had any blood to spill to begin. 

You had met him as a teenage boy on a make believe island where time stood still. Why would you think he had a child? That the child had a grandchild he has been willing to kill this whole time?

‘Yes, he is the product of light and dark magic and he believes twice as hard as anyone else because of it. He is the back up plan; with his heart in my chest the glass will never empty, the magic will be strong again.’

‘And your great grandson would be what exactly? Roaming around the island with no heart in his chest!’ you yelled in sudden frustration.

‘My God! Even now! Here and now, as you are pleading with me to come back you are willing to kill another innocent boy! I don’t want to be near you Peter or Malcolm or anyone who is willing to watch others die for their own gain!’

‘I never claimed to be a saint.’ Malcolm replied.

‘You claimed to be the leader of the Lost Boys!’ you screamed in a rage as literal decades of frustration boiled over.

‘A leader they followed and respected! They followed you into battle without hesitation because they were thankful for the home you provided! They followed you, Rufio followed you! You put your stupid plan before the lives of every boy at camp! A plan you never would have needed if you had just had the sense to speak openly with me!’ you shouted as hot tears streamed your cheeks and a lump formed in your throat.

‘If you had just been-I never would have loved him! I wouldn’t see him bloody and broken in my dreams every night.’ you said around sobs as you tried uselessly to wipe away your tears.

‘(Y/N).’ 

It was Peter’s voice.

You looked back up at him and took in his face, the same boy you met on that beach.

He reached out to touch you, but you backed away, remembering the old man he really was.

‘Don’t.’ you said firmly.

‘I loved you Peter, the hourglass was full, the magic was strong; you ruined it. You dragged me here like a mythical monster, made me fall in love with a lie and broke my heart. Now you are considering killing your own family to do what I had already done for you, what good man does that?’

‘I am not a man (Y/N), I was never meant to be. I am Peter Pan the boy who can never grow up, that is who I am. Malcolm, that disgusting old man was just what time wants to turn me into and I hate him. I hate him and his life and responsibilities, all I care for is-’

‘You. All you care about is you Peter Pan…and I didn’t know that until right now.’ you interrupted.

‘Please, all I care for is the home I have created with you at my side. Just allow me the opportunity to regain your trust and love.’

‘No; you lose this game Peter.’ you declared.

A look of stunned horror crossed Peter’s eyes as the words hit his ears.

‘I was unloved at home, I can admit that; but I know what love is and what it isn’t. It’s not lying, it’s talking to each other about the future, it’s trusting someone with all your secrets and dreams. You didn’t trust me then, and I don’t trust you now.’ you continued.

‘You promised safe passage off the island if I didn’t come back to you. I want to go home.’

In the magical light of the hourglass you saw a lone tear slide down Peter’s face, but then the watery eyes hardened.

‘You would leave?’

‘Even if your horrific plan plays out the way you want, why should I stay? I’m not coming back to camp and I’m not coming back to you. I had the best times here once, and with time standing still I thought the best times would never end, but they did. They ended when you ended us, new good times came with Rufio…and that time has ended too.’ you replied with finality.

‘There can be better times!’ Peter shouted, seeming to finally lose his composure.

‘You would leave this paradise?! Leave the magic you’ve mastered, the Lost Boys?! Me!?’ he raged.

‘Yes, and you shouldn’t have offered me a way out if you weren’t ready for me to take it. You’ve made a promise and I expect you to keep it…unless your word is meaningless.’

‘Don’t test me! I’ve broken promises a plenty (Y/N).’

‘If you don’t keep this one, I will make good on my promise to you.’ you said, holding up your dagger and pointing at him.

Peter took a deep breath and let out a sigh that sounded so tired only an old man could have let it out.

‘Fine.’ he said angrily as he reached into his pocket.

He pulled out something small and glowing green.

‘A magic bean, rare in every other realm; but I had sent my shadow to retrieve one as soon as I mastered my magic. He found one and I planted it; these beans are how I physically travel from realm to realm at ease.’

‘Magic beans? Like Jack and the Beanstalk?’ you asked with mild doubt.

‘Take it, think about where you want to be and how it makes you feel. Once you have it, throw it on the floor and jump in before the portal closes.’ Peter instructed, his tone rough and impersonal as he offered the bean to you.

With caution you took the bean and examined it, it was certainly not an edible bean. It felt like a smooth crystal between your fingers and appeared to be completely clear aside from  the swirling green smoke that was inside of it.

‘Just think happy thoughts.’ you said under your breath, remembering the old Disney movie.

‘Were you truly so unhappy? Even if you don’t come back to me or camp. Why not stay in that cottage, why do you have to leave? I can still fix this.’ Peter tried again, this time the desperation poured out of his voice.

‘How can you fix it? By fixing the island, by killing your family? The fact that that is even an option to you is why I have to leave. I can’t stay here if I know an innocent boy had to be butchered for it.’

‘Then come back, don’t make me kill him.’ Peter begged, taking hold of your face as tears again filled his eyes.

‘God, do you hear yourself? If you really don’t want to then don’t, but don’t pin that decision on me. It's your beloved island, it’s your family and your choice to make. As much as I’d wish you’d make the right one, I know that you won’t; but I’ve already made mine.’ you said as you stepped away from him.

‘(Y/N) please… I love you. You felt it in every kiss we shared. I don’t want you to leave the island, if you do I may never be able to find you again.’

‘Could you come with me then? If it is really my love that is important to you, and not just the hourglass.’ you offered bitterly.

You knew the answer, but when Peter couldn’t even meet your eyes you scoffed in disappointment and disgust.

You put a good amount of distance between yourself and Peter and looked him in the eyes as you threw down the bean.

As soon as you heard the soft thud of the bean hitting the stone floor a glowing green soft ball size hole appeared. It seemed to suck the very air into itself because suddenly it felt as though you were being pulled into a black hole.

As the wind seemed to grow stronger the hole was widening.

‘(Y/N)!’ Peter yelled over the rushing winds and the crackling noise of strong magic.

‘It doesn’t have to be this way!’

‘It didn’t!’ you agreed, speaking to him for the last time.

With your breath held and your eyes closed you bent your knees and jumped into the glowing green portal.

It felt like jumping into a freezing cold pool but you were sure there was no water, you looked up at the opening of the portal and saw Peter.

He stood there at the edge, looking at you disappear; even now he still chose his island and power over you. 

Soon the opening began to shrink, and before you knew it Peter was gone. 

The horrible cold went on for a few more seconds before she was suddenly slammed onto something soft, but the landing was so hard it left you winded.

You gasped and coughed as you tried to catch your breath.

As your breathing steadied you began taking in your surroundings.

You were in bed, in your old room back in Texas. Everything was just as it always was. Posters of your favorite  musicians on the walls, laundry hamper in the corner by the computer desk. Military school paraphernalia decorating the bookshelf.

‘I’m really home.’ you gasped as you sat up.

‘(Y/N)!’ 

You hadn’t heard the voice in what must have been a century at least, but you recognized it even before the door was nearly ripped off the hinges.

‘Sargent!’ you said, instinctively standing and saluting.

But to your absolute surprise he did not reply, at least not verbally.

For what felt like the first time your father wrapped his arms around you in an honest to God hug. Not just a hand on your shoulder or a pat on the back while delivering an award, a real bone crushing hug of a worried father.

‘We were so worried. It’s been months, we’ve been looking for you.’

‘I’m sorry…Dad I didn’t think you would worry.’ you apologized as you returned the hug.

‘Your mother is still putting out your missing flyers, dammit girl where have you been?’ your dad asked as he looked you over for injuries.

That was when it all sank in, you were home, your parents had cared; if they loved you here, Pan would never be able to find you again.

No more Neverland, no more magic, no campfire dancing; the realization of it making her cry that much harder. It was all over.

‘I was in the wrong place…I was with the wrong person.’

[risingofjupiter]

needy - felix x fem!reader

“such a good girl, hm? are you my good girl?” felix’s husky voice sent shivers down your spine as your walls fluttered around him. god he’s so big. his long length combined with his large mushroomy tip had you seeing stars and he hasn’t even moved.

too dazed to answer, felix bucked his hips up causing you to whine out loudly. your eyes scrunched up as you braced yourself with your hands on felix’s toned chest.

your mouth felt dry, and it took all your control to not break out of his tight hold on your hips to seek out your own pleasure instead.

he chuckled softly at your vulnerable state and stuck a finger under your chin to force you to look him in the eyes.

“c’mon angel answer me. you’ve been so well behaved, don’t stop now.” felix smirked. with lustful eyes and a fucked out expression, you swallowed thickly as you answered him.

“yes please, i’m your good girl. please just- ah-” your sentence was cut short as felix bucked up into you again.

“yes who?” felix’s tone was stern, but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes from a mile away. you whined loudly, wishing he would just take pity on you and fuck you into the bed so hard you saw stars.

your nails scratched down his chest to then rest your hands on his biceps. felix groaned at the balance of pain and pleasure he was receiving. his hands gripped onto your ass, roughly kneading the flesh. he landed a soft spank on your ass, reminding you to answer him.

soft pants spilled out of your mouth as you tried to pull yourself out of the hazy state you were in. you were so desperate for even just the tiniest amount of friction, you would follow felix’s orders blindly to get what you wanted.

“yes sir.” you moaned, throwing your head back as you felt him roll his hips into you. felix grabbed the back of your neck to pull you down for a fiery kiss you eagerly reciprocated.

his teeth bit down harshly onto your bottom lip, shoving his tongue in as you moaned. with a hand still on the back of your neck, he used the other one to toy with your nipple, twisting and pinching until he pulled back to admire his work.

to him you looked utterly beautiful. hickies littering your delicate skin, all across your neck and collarbones. your lips were red and swollen from your passionate makeout session, and you housed a cockdrunk expression across your face.

he smirked as you whispered a soft ‘please’.

“please what angel?” felix’s hands moved to rest on your hips, softly squeezing the area.

“please.. please fuck me.” you whined, tears forming in your eyes from being denied your pleasure. a single tear fell down your face and felix tutted as he used his thumb to wipe it away.

his hand grabbed onto the lower part of your face, squeezing your cheeks so your lips were puckered. felix pretended to be thinking hard as if it were a life or death decision.

finally he said, “hm.. i suppose you have been good, and very patient. you want me to fuck you into the mattress, huh? fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight the next day?”

you let out a breathy ‘yes’ and that was all he needed. suddenly you were flipped over onto your back with felix hovering above you. he gave you one final deep kiss, before whispering in your ear.

“don’t worry needy baby.. i’ll help you out.”

[themadlostgirl]

Mine Alone

*Surprise bitch! I live!

Yes, after an extended hiatus I return! And I bring requests that have been haunting my inbox for months? A year? Sheesh. I will be getting the others out soon but gotta start with the one that was waiting the longest.*

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Prompt: Felix smut. (That's all it said.) So enjoy you dirty little freaks!

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You hadn’t really understood what was happening until it was too late. If that wasn’t the story of your life.

It had been a good couple of years since you came to Neverland. Even way back then you had been a little slow on the uptake. Nothing you did ever seemed that significant so you weren’t too worried about anything you did being noticed by anyone. No one ever gave you big jobs to do or positions of power you had to maintain. You just ambled along. It wasn’t that you were stupid, just a bit spacey. As a result you didn’t realize when something was wrong until it was well past the point of correction.

That was part of the reason you ended up on Neverland. Unloved kids came to dance around a bonfire late at night. You did too. You didn’t think anything strange of it, especially considering how many other people were there. So when the leader, Pan, offered to take you away from your boring life in your little town you agreed without much thought. Who would notice if you disappeared? There would be no great hunt for you. No people mourning you. No jobs that needed doing that only you could do. It was an easy decision on your part.

Despite it being years ago you still held some of that feeling of insignificance inside. There were so many other Lost Boys and Lost Girls on the island. Would your presence really be missed?

Then, along came Felix. Felix was one of the most prominent of the Lost Boys and Girls. He was Pan’s best friend and second in command of the island. He did something that only Pan had done once and hadn’t really again. He noticed you. Even more than that, he liked you.

What had started as an acquaintanceship turned into friendship and that friendship eventually became love. Your days were spent mainly with each other. You even shared a tent so you each could be the first thing you saw in the morning and the last thing you saw at night.

You once asked Felix why he had approached you all those years ago. What was it about you that made him want to be your friend? He never really answered it. He just said there was some pull he felt towards you. Like he was a ship on a still ocean and after years of being marooned, a breeze had finally come to push him to land.

“You had such a bright and open smile that you shared with everyone.” he had said, holding you close as you watched the waves crash on the sand. “I didn’t realize how strong it was until you turned it on me. I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried after that. Everything else came later.”

“Everything else?”

“Everything.” he said, “Your laugh. Your sense of humor. Your kindness. Your selflessness. I loved how passionate you got about little things. I love the little humming noises you make when you work. I love how tightly you hug. I love how fierce you can be when you need to be.”

“Wow. That’s a lot.”

“There’s a lot to love about you, dove.” he pulled you closer to his chest. “That was only the beginning.”

“You can be real romantic when you wanna be.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t go harping about it to the others though. For your ears only.”

“Yes, sir.” you gave a little salute. He scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

Since meeting Felix and starting your relationship you had come more out of your shell as well. You had become a lot more sociable with everyone else on the island and had made some good friends amongst them. You were still a little slow to catch on to when something was happening though. Which is where the problem really began.

You had been having a normal day when you met a boy named Andrew, Andy to his friends. You vaguely recognized him. He wasn’t new but he wasn’t an old inhabitant to the island either. Mainly you spotted him here and there but never really talked to him. The only reason you had approached him was because he was joining your fishing route to help you pull up traps.

Most of the time you spent together was walking the east half of the island checking the fishing traps. It was a long and boring job so you had got to talking. Turned out you had a lot in common. Your senses of humor were also similar so your time checking traps was spent laughing a lot. You didn’t think much of it. You were good friends, nothing more.

Felix was not as keen about your friendship though.

One day when you were out doing your route with Andy, Felix had showed up. You jogged up to greet him. “Hey, what are you doing here at this time of day?”

“I could hear you laughing.” he glanced past you at where Andy was standing. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it won’t make a lot of sense if I try to explain it. Just a stupid inside joke.” you waved it off without a thought. “Have you met Andy yet?”

“In passing.” Felix muttered. “I didn’t realize you two were so close.”

“Yeah. We’ve become good friends.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “Come say hi. I think that you’ll really like him.”

Surprising no one but yourself, Felix did not like Andy. Every time Andy made a joke, Felix’s scowl deepened. Every little touch had Felix seething. Whether it was when you ruffled Andy’s hair or Andy put an arm around your shoulders, everything seemed to make Felix mad. You didn’t understand why. It wasn’t anything different then how you acted with your other friends. Why did it make him so upset when it was with Andy of all people?

Then one day you got your answer.

You were doing your normal route checking the traps with Andy when he asked you to stop for a minute and take a break. That was fine with you. It was an especially hot day so you could do with some cooling off.

You waded out into the ocean, the cool water bringing your temperature down immediately. Andy swam after you and you floated on the surface of the ocean together.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” Andy asked, breaking the peaceful silence between you.

“You can tell me anything.” you said.

“So, we’re good friends, right?”

“We are.”

“And we get along great. We laugh all the time. I feel like I can talk to you about anything.”

“Yeah. That’s what being friends is.” you weren’t sure where he was going with all this.

“What I guess I’m trying to say is that I--” before he could finish his sentence a large wave crested over you and pushed you down under the water.

You broke the surface and Andy was sputtering for air. “Ah! I got water up my nose!”

“Ha!” you pushed your hair away from your face. “I guess that was the island’s sign that we should be getting back to work. Come on.” you swam back to shore with Andy behind you.

You got out of the water and grabbed your boots. You were still too wet to put them back on.

“Hey, wait, I didn’t get to tell you my thing.” Andy sloshed out of the water.

“Oh right, what did you need?”

“I wanted to tell you that I…I…” Andy was clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. “Wow, I didn’t think this would be that hard.”

“What is going on? It’s just me.” you squeezed his shoulder, “You know you can talk to me.”

“I know.” he grabbed your hand. “I just…I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now that I…I really…”

He was taking forever to say whatever it was and your focus shifted behind him where you saw someone coming out of the jungle. Oh, it was Felix! That wasn’t surprising. He made a habit of coming to find you once your route was done. A smile stretched on your face after seeing him.

“Can I take that to mean you feel the same?” Andy asked.

You cursed yourself for losing your attention and focused on him again. “Hm? Sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?”

Andy deflated a bit before his chest puffed up again. “Perhaps I should just show you.”

He pulled on your hand so you were drawn closer to him and he cupped your cheek. His face was getting way too close! You pushed him off you. “What the hell are you--”

Before you could get another word out Felix had charged down the beach and tackled Andy, murder in his eyes. He didn’t even say anything. He just started wailing on him.

You shook off your shock and pulled Felix off. “Felix! Calm down!”

“I fucking knew it!” Felix seethed. “I knew there was no way you liked her just as a friend!”

“Felix--”

“You were so fucking pathetic! The way you just dogged after her. Did you really think she’d want a wet rag of an idiot like you!”

“Felix!” you snapped and he turned his attention away from Andy. “It’s okay. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing?” Andy wheezed as he sat up. “I know you like me. You’re so nice to me and you laugh at everything I say. You touch me like we’re more than friends.”

“I’m nice to everyone and I don’t touch you in any kind of special way. I’m a lot more touchy feely with the girls I hang out with than I am with you. Did you really think me messing up your hair was an invitation to kiss me or something?”

“You were flirting!”

“I was not! What about what I did made you possibly think I was flirting? Also, why would I flirt with you when I’m already with someone?”

“I figured you wanted someone you actually got along with. He doesn’t even act like he likes you. Why the hell are you with him?”

“Wow. It is almost like my love life is my own personal business and you don’t get to make assumptions on how much I like someone by your very limited point of view.” you snapped. “Find someone else to do this route with you. I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.”

You grabbed Felix and started to walk away but Felix quickly took the lead and pulled you along back into the jungle. He wasn’t saying anything but from how hard he was squeezing your hand you could tell he was still upset about it all.

“Hey,” you said as you quickened your steps to keep up with his long strides. “I’m sorry about what happened back there. I had no idea that he thought that way about me. I should have realized sooner what he was trying to get at. It should never have escalated to--”

“Stop.” Felix came to a halt, his back to you. “It wasn’t your fault. You were just being yourself, he was the one who--” he cut himself off. His whole body was tensed like a tightly wound spring that would break free at any moment.

“Felix…” you touched his shoulder. He whipped around, grabbing you tight by the shoulders.

“You’re mine. You’re mine and mine alone. Not his! Not anyone else’s! Mine!” It was then that you saw it. There was something like fear in his eyes. You had never seen Felix afraid of anything. But here and now there was something so desperate in his gaze that broke your heart.

“Yes. Yes I am.” you hushed him. You stroked his arms up and down in a soothing motion. “You know that. I don’t want anyone else the way I want you. You’re the only one I feel this way for. It’s alright. Take a deep breath.”

“I know…I know. I just--I can’t--” he was shaking slightly. “Do I not do enough? Do you wish I was more outwardly affectionate or something?”

“You do plenty. I love our relationship exactly as it is. I don’t need you to be glued to me all the time or make big romantic gestures.”

“If I did though, then they wouldn’t feel like they can just take you from me.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Are you scared that someone is gonna take me away from you?”

He didn’t say anything. “Oh Felix.” you hugged him tight. “No one else will have me. I don’t want anyone else.”

“I love you.” he said, his voice quiet, “But I want to--it just feels like I have to--ugh!” he rested his head on your shoulder.

“It feels like you need to make sure I’m yours? Prove to everyone who I belong to?”

“You don’t belong to me, dove. You’re not a possession, but I just…I need it. I need to make sure I’m still yours.”

“You are. And I am yours, in every way that I can be. And if you need to “reclaim me” to put your mind at ease, then I’m certainly not going to complain.” you pulled dragged his hands down your body and settled them on your hips. “Claim me, Felix.”

He picked his head up, eyes boring into yours. “You sure?”

“Yes.” you pulled him down for a kiss. He kissed you back hungrily, his grip on you turning bruising as he covered your body with his. He dipped to start kissing your neck, sucking on the supple skin that still tasted like sea salt.

“Mine?” he mumbled against your pulse.

“Yours.” you reaffirmed.

He sunk his teeth down where your neck met your shoulder. One of his hands slid past the waistband of your pants and cupped your cunt. He began teasing your clit until you were moaning freely and bucking against his hand.

He stepped back from you just enough to pull your pants down and toss them away. “He had his hands on you. Tried to kiss you. Tried to kiss what is mine.” he muttered, his words barely meeting your ears. He stayed knelt on the ground, one hand splayed on your stomach to keep you up against the tree while the other hooked one your knees over his shoulder.

You grabbed at his choppy blonde hair as his mouth descended on your pussy. He might as well have been dying of thirst with how greedily he lapped up your arousal. You tried to grind against his face but he kept you firmly in place.

He looked up at you from between your legs, eyes dark with a feral lust. He worked you over with his tongue until your chest was heaving and your legs were shaking. “Felix! Please!” your voice was barely more than a whimper.

His nails bit into the flesh of your thigh and he sucked harshly on your clit. It was enough to send you over the edge and you came on his tongue.

You had barely started to blink the stars away from your vision before he was on his feet and shucking your shirt off over your head. In the back of your mind you knew that perhaps you should have moved to somewhere more private. It was a big island but that didn’t mean no one may come across you. That worry though was far from your immediate thoughts at the moment though.

You were quickly ridding Felix of his own shirt but it was hard to get up past his head on your own since he was so freaking tall. He ended up just taking it off himself before pressing his body up against yours.

“Feels like forever since the last time I properly fucked you.” he muttered in your ear as he freed his cock from his pants and rubbed it across your folds. The heat of his erection so close to your cunt had you squirming trying to impale yourself on it.

It had been a while since the last time you two had sex. Maybe that was part of the reason he was so pent up. And you as well for that matter.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “I can’t be gentle with you.” he stressed through his teeth, “Not right now.”

“I don’t want you to be.” you told him. “Now are you going to fuck me so hard I never forget who I belong to or not?”

“Fucking hell, dove.” he kissed you hard. He pushed inside your pussy, filling you completely. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust to the size of him before he was pounding into you. Taking what he wanted from your body without mercy. You clung tight to him, your nails scratching angry red lines across his back as you took the harsh fucking.

“Ah…Felix! Mmm!” you bit your lip to keep from crying out. It was hard to tell where the pleasure started and the pain began. Your back was being scratched to death by the bark at your back but the friction of his cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of your already sensitive pussy felt like heaven.

“Mine.” he murmured against your lips. “You. Are. Mine.” he punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust.

“Yours. I’m yours.” you whimpered. He swallowed the sound of your moans as your body was being driven steadily closer to a climax.

“Fuck!” his hips snapped against yours even faster. “Dove, I--I--fuck you feel good!”

“Cum for me.” you wrapped your legs around his hips, keeping you close. “Please Felix! Cum for me! Cum in me!”

“Yes…yes dove…gonna…gonna--” he was cut off by a low guttural moan as his cock pulsed and spent itself inside you. He was still fucking you though even as he was cumming.

“Oh god!” you could feel his cum leaking out of you as his cock kept going. How was he still hard after cumming so much?

“More.” he said, his voice hoarse from pleasure. You were sure what he meant but were surprised when he pulled out of you and all but threw you to the ground. You turned to see what he was doing but he flipped you back onto your stomach and hiked your ass off the ground. Oh! You weren’t expecting that. At least the ground was soft so it’d be easier on your knees.

He grabbed you by the hips and pushed back inside you. It felt like he was reaching even deeper inside of you from this position.

Your nails dug into the warm soil of the jungle floor as he went back to fucking you. He was hitting a sweet spot inside you that had you panting and clawing at the ground for some kind of tether to reality. Your legs spread wider to allow him better access to your cunt.

You could feel him bent low over your body, hands splayed on your hips as he rutted against you like a beast in heat. You could feel the fringe of his hair tickling the space between your shoulder blades. A single word grunting past his lips with every sweet shallow thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!”

You squirmed and kicked as your body was driven into a state of pleasure that was overloading your brain. You couldn’t tell if you were trying to get away or push yourself closer to him. Felix answered by dragging your legs back so they rested by his. He was so incredibly close it was hard to tell where his body began and yours ended. Not that you could tell up from down in this exact moment.

Your words were nothing but hot blubbering sighs and garbled calls of his name. Hot tears streaked down your face. Still Felix kept chanting that one word over and over. “Mine!” it got louder and louder until he was practically shouting it.

When he came you came with him, a scream of pleasure so raw it tore your throat apart. Your chest was heaving and your whole body was twitching as it tried to reconcile the orgasm you just had.

Felix was incredibly still except for the heavy breaths you could feel him taking. His voice which had been so loud a moment ago was now quiet and hushed with whispers. “Mine…mine and mine alone…my dove…mine…”

You collapsed onto your sides but Felix kept you pressed close, his softening cock still wedged in your pussy as you caught your breath. His arms wound around you, holding you tight. “You…are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah. Are you?”

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Yeah. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system.”

“It was my pleasure…literally.” you responded. He sighed which let you know he was fighting back a smile.

“Felix?” you turned your head as far back as you could to look at him. Your nose bumped against his. “Mine.”

He smiled. “Yes, dove. Yours.”

[madd-devil]

Hi!! So I've seen you account recently and I really would like you to write Felix x reader when the Reader is always so guffy and childish. So they are sick like they have very bad fever, almost faint and they are weary weak and Felix take care of them and sing them lullaby them by singing and rocking them please.

Hello! I hope you will like what I wrote! 🤗

Lullaby

Summary: A lost girl gets sick and goes into Felix's care

There was a problem with her, he was certain of it.

Girls who came to the island were not that joyous and happy to be there, unlike some of the lost boys. But there was one girl, Felix noticed, that seemed to be always in a cheerful and lunatic mood. If anything, the girl spoke in riddles sometimes which annoyed him a lot. He wished that Pan would kick her out but the leader of the lost boys found her amusing and often participated in her riddles and jokes. And don’t let him start on her puns. They were bad. But, in a way, she grew to like him. He had been forced to spend time with her and when he looked things her way… well, life was not that bad and horrendous.

The problem he thought about was just after they went back from fishing: she accidentally had fallen into the lagoon and was shivering cold as she walked back to camp. He had grown worried when she didn’t come out of her tent the next day, and asked one of the girls, Sadie, to go check on her. He was even more concerned when Sadie came back and told him she looked very faint and not very well. No one had been sick on Neverland for a very long time and it didn’t help Pan left to attend some business elsewhere. The responsibility fell into his hands to take care of her. He acted like he would have liked someone else to do it, but deep down, he was quite scared that she got ill. How could this have happened? Was she going to be okay?

Since none of them had been sick in a very long time, Felix had appointed himself as the guardian of the sick girl. For once, he will be able to slow down a bit, she wasn’t needy and the others were so afraid of catching a cold from him, so they avoided him, which was the greatest thing that ever happened to the second in command. It was just easy, he could get away without doing much of his own chores.

But as the days went by, she showed no sign of gaining her strength back. The lack of sleep she experienced was also very strange and concerning. Felix couldn’t help but worry if her state was going to get better. It was not in his nature to get so anxious about that someone, but… she was a different case. He found himself missing her strange humor. He went as far as asking Tinkerbell, the fairy without wings, a remedy for her and got quite irked by her teasing.

“You wouldn’t go that far for someone, not even Pan. What’s so special about that one?” She had mocked as she handed him some kind of tea. “It should make her better in some days, make sure she drinks it twice a day.”

He kept thinking about what she said though. It was true he never considered the others lost ones because he simply didn’t care. She was different for a reason, he was getting soft on her because she was very sick. Yeah, that was the reason. He followed the instructions to make her the tea and brought it to her after everyone had gone to sleep. Even if he cared, he didn’t want the others to know it. They would immediately turn that affection of his against him, going as far as informing Pan as soon as their leader will come back.

Penetrating into the tent, he tried to stay strong and not to share some words with the sick girl. It was very difficult: (Y/N) really didn’t look well. She laid on her cot, snuggling some fur blankets and clearly looked in pain. She perked up when she heard him approaching with the steamy cup. He handed it quickly to her.

“Drink.”

Her shaking hands took the cup from him and he was surprised when she drank all of it fastly: it didn’t smell the greatest but perhaps she trusted him and his remedy? That was all so strange. He couldn’t help but put his hand on her forehead, she was still going through a fever. Felix hoped Pan would be back any day now: he couldn’t stand taking care of her… Or rather, he couldn’t stand her being in constant pain and not being able to help.

Pulling a stool that was in the corner of her tent, he sat down and just waited for any improvement from her health. She was trying to sleep but wasn’t: she moved like a little worm in her bed. Felix released a sigh, indicating his light frustration from not being able to help.

“You can leave if you want.” Her soft voice reached his ears and he hummed at that, his eyes focusing on her tired face. “I wouldn’t want you to be sick because of me.”

“I would have been ill for a long time by now. And you don’t get to order me around.” It was easy to hide everything behind his cold face. But it was hard to pretend he didn’t care and never felt emotions. He liked his hard shell. “You are cute but not that cute.” He muttered under his breath without thinking.

“So you think I am cute?” She spoke with a smile and he blushed. She had heard him. He needed to get the upper hand again.

“Shut up and sleep.” He hissed and attempted to not be bothered by what she told him.

“I can’t. Sing me something.” She mumbled as she snuggled her covers once again.

He snorted at her comment. What did she think he was? A troubadour? A opera singer? He was none of those. This was such a ridiculous idea, so why was Felix even trying to find something to sing to her?! This was madness. He closed his eyes and sighed once again, wondering if he should leave or not. But he wanted to stay with her. He didn’t think she would be that annoying though.

“I don’t know songs.”

“A lullaby then? Anything to soothe me to sleep?”

He knew one, in his own native language. He felt shy suddenly and wondered if she was going to judge him for what he was about to do. The second in command felt also some kind of shame: what if the lost ones hear him? He knew the girls wouldn’t make a fuss about it but the boys? He would be dead, laughed and mocked at. But (Y/N) was sick and in pain, and he wanted to do something good and kind once in his life.

“I may… know one. But you wouldn’t understand it.” He confessed, fiddling with his fingers to soothe his own anxiety.

“I don’t care. I just want something else to listen to other than the snorting and nature.” She complained, her back facing him. At least she was not looking at him.

“Erm okay.”

It was embarrassing, very embarrassing. He wanted to dig a hole and lay there. Felix gathered his thoughts, trying to find how the lullaby sounded. It felt like someone was singing it to him, a woman’s voice. His mother perhaps? It was not the time to think about the past, but luckily the lyrics went back to him.

“À la claire fontaine

M'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle

Que je m'y suis baignée

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai

Sous les feuilles d'un chêne

Je me suis fait sécher

Sur la plus haute branche

Un rossignol chantait

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai

Chante, rossignol, chante

Toi qui as le cœur gai

Tu as le cœur à rire

Moi, je l'ai à pleurer

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai”

His voice was gruff and wobbly as he sang the lullaby. It was hard to speak his native language with someone who couldn’t understand him and it had been a while since he had spoken it. His accent was non-existent, so that was good, he thought. He hoped she was fast asleep, he couldn’t see it. (Y/N) had made no comments so he stopped mid-song, his voice hoarse and dry. Felix was at least relieved she was asleep, singing had been a nightmare, he even wondered why it was not raining yet.

Standing close to her form, he smiled when he realized she was indeed asleep. Now, he was free to go and guard the camp. As he left the tent, he considered singing to her a little more. Maybe even make a place for her in his cold and steel heart.

[courageous-heart7]

[retrointhenow]

Broken Barrier : Peter Pan X Reader

Author's Notes: This is a story based off one of my recent tiktoks. My tiktok is retrointhenow, the same as my tunblr here! I have tried shifting before and have yet to be successful. I don't have tips for shifting. I'm also not interested in making a part two for this so please don't ask.

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"Come on." I groaned staring at my ceiling. It's been about a week since my last shift to Neverland. Things went exactly as I wanted them, I set my timeline as a nice calm period. I had everything I wanted. The boys were nice, the mermaids haven't tried to drown me yet, and life was good. Recently I've had trouble shifting back, time moved slowly in Neverland compared to my actual reality, but I think Peter is starting to catch on.

There was a two month break between shifts and Peter heavily questioned where I was. Thankfully I was able to blame the met,aids but I couldn't use that excuse again. Sometime I forget that the language dialect is different that what I'm use to so I'll slip up when I'm talking. I think that's part of what gives me away. At least I wrote down in my scripts that my clothing was different.

Finally I was able to relax and dream of Neverland. It's hard to describe how I get there. But it's like someone turns on a light and then I'm there.

The island was hot and humid today. I analyzed the terrain surrounding me and noticed that I wasn't to far from dead man's peak. A long hike back to base camp. Without a doubt Peter knew I have arrived. He knew everything that happened on his island.

"Y/n ? That you?" I heard someone call. I walked toward the voice and Devin ran around a tree.

"Oh hey Dev! Beautiful day today isn't it ?" I smiled and joined him on his duties. Devin was my best friend, without me writing that in. He was the first to greet me and actually welcome me to the island.

The boys were a little skeptical about a girl arriving in Neverland. Of course Wendy was there, but Peter only kept her as collateral for the Darling boys. Peter had no agenda for me though.

"Don't tell him I said this. But I think Pan has been worried about you." Devin picked some berries.

"How so ?" I worked at another bush. Of course I wanted Peter to like me, but I decided to let it happen naturally. It's my own desired reality where I could control anything but I wanted something to feel real. Besides, I want to know how he would really feel about me.

"He's been running around the island searching for you. He's had quite the bad attitude as well." He frowned and stood up. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Pan cares about you." I passed my bowl to him and rolled my eyes.

"I would like to think so, but Peter has quite the attitude without me being present. Besides, we was probably doing his island perimeter checks." My heart swelled with joy at the though. Could he actually like me ? No, no he's too busy. But Devin wouldn't lie to me. Then again he is a boy. Best not to get my hopes up.

Together Devin and I made to long trek back to the camp. We talked about what happened since I left last. Fortunately he was easy to gaslight and confuse about my whereabouts. I just took pieces of what he said and included them into 'my' story about where I was. From what I gathered Felix has been running the camp as Pan hasn't been around recently. Could that be because of me ? No, I'm stretching to read between the lines.

"Hey Y/n, long time no see huh?" Felix greeted me. I felt myself flush with worry.

"Not such a long time. I'm never too far away." I tried to play it off. It's hard to live two realities simultaneously. Sometimes I mix up my realities and say the wrong thing. One time I was talking to my real world friends about Felix, forgetting that he doesn't truly exist.

We all hung around camp for a while, tidying up and finishing up the daily chores Pan had set for the day. Pan had yet to make his grand appearance since I've shown up.

"Rumor had it, Y/n, that Pan is avoiding you." Jack, one of the older boys, nudged me.

"Huh? What do you mean avoiding me ?" I picked my head up from the fire and looked at the lost boy.

"I don't know, but no one has seen you for a good two days. Since then he's had this twisted look on his face. Kinda perplexed." He threw sticks into the fire.

You know the saying " speak of the devil and he shall appear"? I tend to think that's true, cause right after Jack said that Pan waltzed in. Everyone went silent, only the crackling of the bonfire could be heard, Aline with the island creatures too.

"Carry on." Pan said. Slowly the noise picked back up. He walked to his tent. The boys started dancing as the sound of the Pan pipe started. Peter played a slow and mesmerizing rendition of the iconic 3 note Peter Pan melody.

"You should go talk to him." Felix sat next to me. I peeled my eyes open as I started to fall asleep.

"About what ?" Pan continued to play soothing songs. He knows how much I love listening to him play.

"Come on. I'm not stupid. I know you like him, and I believe with a best friends intuition that he likes you to." He gave me a comforting smile.

"It would never work anyway." I shrugged.

"You never know. He fronts whoever he's near you. Tries to act tough. But behind closed huts, he thinks about you." Felix stood up and brought me with him. "If things don't work out you can alway, according to Pan "go back to your world". " I felt my body stiffen. No way. I mean, yes Pan somehow knows everything, but he can't know about my world. Or that I even exist outside of Neverland. Might have to make a note about that when I wake up.

I drug myself to Pan's hut and nervously opened the tarp.

"Need some company?" I poked my head in.

"I think you're gonna come in anyway." He sat his flute down and walked to his desk.

"Observant I see." I fully stepped into his room. I had seen his hut before but never fully pictured it. He had a small bed and a decent desk cluttered with papers. He whisked his arm over the desk and the parchment disappeared, most likely to his desk in the Thinking Tree. The thinking tree is his actual home, he only stays in the camp hut for temporary reasons.

"Is there something I can help you with ?" He sighed and turned towards me. Looking directly at me for the first time today. His Forrest green eyes searched my being. I made my way around the hut before sitting on the twin sized bed.

"You haven't spoken to me today." I crossed my legs and cleaned the dirt from under my fingernails. I heard the creaking of his wooden desk from him sitting on it.

"Where do you go ? When you leave here ?"

"I don't-"

"Bullshit." He stopped me. "I know everything Y/n. You often forget that." I folded my hands together and chewed on my lip.

"Something's are unknowable. Even unexplainable." I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't be able to figure anything out. He cracked a smile, he got me. I know magic can pass through the fairytale realms, even to a place where magic certainly doesn't exist ?

"I know you're not really here. In Neverland. You go somewhere else when you disappear for days at a time. Especially that time you left for two weeks. I feel it." He hopped off the desk and walked towards me.

"I'm right here. Sitting in front of you. You're looking right at me." I challenged him. If I learned one thing, it was how to battle with Pan, verbal and physical. I felt my face heat up, my tell.

"I might be looking at you Y/n, but I'm not seeing you. You have this thousand yard stare and sometimes it's like you're not even here." Thousand yard stare ? I just get lost in my own mind sometimes. Unfortunately I fell weak to Peter Pan, no matter what. I could hang with Peter and his games just long enough but I always fell short just before the finish line. Always fumbling the bag.

"You always knew too much for your own good." I smiled sadly. Would I break his heart if I told him he wasn't real in my life ? Even though I had been visiting Neverland for months it felt like years. I felt like I had a second family, I had real fun being with the boys, living in a land of magic was indeed enchanting.

"I know that if we lived in the same reality that maybe we could be together like you want." He stroked my hair and lifted my head to look at him. I tried my hardest to not look at him. He knew, and it broke my heart instead. "Look at me Y/n." I slowly dragged my eyes to look at him, tears filled my waterline.

"Do you think that could actually happen ? Us being together if I was truly here ?" My voice faltered with each word. It feels wrong to ask that. Knowing it's not real to me. I have a real life, not this made up fabricated dream world.

He had moved his index finger from under my chin to my cheek to cup it. He gently stroked his thumb across the area, catching a stray tear. "I think friends don't look at each other the way we do unless we wanted something more." His voice was soft and soothing.

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. Everything felt so real. "It could never work. It wouldn't be real. For either of us." His other hand held mine.

"For what it's worth. It feels real when we're together."

So was it wrong for us to lead each other on like that ? Pretending what we had was real ? Maybe so, but neither of us had been happier than in the moments we spent together.

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But eventually I went back to my reality and left Peter in his. I still get visions in my dream of him, but that's all they are. I haven't even tried to shift in months. But we knew this would happen at some point. You can't postpone the inevitable. Now it's time to move on. Move on from something that never truly happened.

Peter's POV

"She's not coming back. Is she?" Felix stood next to me, staring at her empty hut.

"No. But she'll never forget us. We're always going to be a part of her." Felix nodded and walked off to join the other boys. I'll find where she came from, I'll search for her and bring her back.

Until then I'll watch her hut. Waiting for her to walk out, waiting for her to come home.

[blue-sadie]

A Dance With The Devil

Imagine:

Being Peter's sister and him forbidding you to ever be in a relationship with one of the lost boys, but just having 'fun' isn't a relationship right? And having fun with his right hand boy and messenger is just like a dance with the devil and the thrill is exhilarating.

"oh fuck you feel so good and if Peter finds us hah, he'll have our heads but your just too fucking hot to resist, I've fucking wanted you since he brought us to this bloody island"

[eviethedevil]

Everlong love (Peter Pan x reader) pt2

A NEW GEUST

It made its move.

But just as it was less than a centimetre from ripping my heart from body, I felt a pair of strong arms grab onto me. 

I screamed as I jolted up in my bed. It’s took my eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness and I realised I was back in my hut, safe and sound, like always. I layed back down for a few minutes, trying to relax, but that horrid dream kept circling through my mind. Yet just as I felt my mind start to doze a knock came at my door. I quickly grabbed my dressing gown and slid it on as I opened the rustic old door, to see Peter Pan himself stood there with what I could only call a worried look on his face. But that quickly disappeared, though i could have sworn I could still see a hint of concern in his pure emerald eye’s.

“What is the point in this commotion?” He exclaimed coldly in a thick British accent.

”bad dream” I blatantly replied, not in the mood for conversation, “why would you care?”

“Someone’s in a bad mood I see” 

“well considering what I’ve seen in my life I’d say I’m in an amazing mindset compared to any human”

”you say that as though you’re not human, but by the way, there’s not much point going back to sleep, the boys wake up in about half an hour.”

”Noted. Have we got any leftover meat from last night?” I asked before I forgot and also trying to change the subject, “If we do I should get on with breakfast now, an island of boys needs a lot of food and that takes a long time to cook!”

”yeah I think theres a dear and a few rabbits left, I’ll go start waking up the boys” He started walking away but yelled, “I’ll send Felix and Devin to help you!” as he reached the bottom of my huts steps.

I closed the door as he left and went to change. I checked my closet and pulled out the first thing I saw, a green crop top with some brown joggers and a matching jacket. After changing I made my way out the door, checking that my dagger was secure in my arm sheath before sliding my jacket on top. 

In a matter of minutes I was outside the new kitchen I got the boys to make, well pan got them to make it, but im the only one that uses it at this point. Almost immediately after getting inside I set to work, getting out millions of pots and pans along with a few spices. After starting the fire below the main cooking pot, I checked to pantry and, sure enough, saw a whole dear and 6 rabbits leftover from last night. That was the best hunt we’ve had in a long time.

About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the kitchen door. I put my cup of tea I just made down and went to see who it was. But before I even got hold of the handle the door burst open with enough force it might as well have come of it’s hinges. 

A swift moving cloaked figure carried a seemingly unconscious young boy and dumped him on the table.

”Felix what happened?!” I yelled as I ran over to the unfamiliar boy. Upon closer inspection I saw a deep gash on his forehead and bite marks on his leg. He was ghost pale with dripping auburn hair, and looked soaked.

”we’re not sure, I was on my way here when I heard a scream and went to investigate, found him knocked out near the Mermaid lagoon. Must’ve got attacked by them.” The tall blonde boy said. Out of no-where Devin appeared in the doorway, making me jump back. 

“Where the hell did you come from Devin?!” I asked the small brunette boy.

”Dont worry, I’ll go and get pan he need to see this.” He replied then ran off out the door. 

I quickly wet a rag and cleaned up some of the blood on the boy. “Felix go grab my medical box from my cabin will you? It’s in my dresser.” The boy nodded silently and left. 

Soon after I cleaned up all the blood the young boys eyes slowly opened, taking in his surroundings. As soon as he saw me he nearly jumped out his skin.

”hey sleepy head, calm down your safe,” I reassured him, “can you tell me what your name is?” 

“T-t-Thomas…” he answered with a shaky voice, not taking his eyes off me. 

“We’ll Thomas, my names Y/N” He gasped as I said my name, I raised an eyebrow, one of the many traits I got from Pan.

He stuttered, “y-y-y/n?”

”yes…?” 

But just as he opened his mouth to reasoning the door burst open once again, pan stomping over with a furious look. Felix closely followed behind holding my small red medical box. After passing it to me he whispers “good luck” and quickly left out the still open door. I walked over wearily and closed the door. 

“Hi pan…” I said, worried how he would react to the boy. he stopped pacing and turned to me, his gazed softened as we made eye contact.

”I see we have a new guest”