Runaround Sue
Summary: Felix, jealous of how much attention Peter gives you compared to the other Lost Boys, starts a rumor that you're seeing one of the other Lost Boys behind Peter's back.
Word Count: 2018
Warnings: Mild Violence
Felix had reached a boiling point.
When he had first noticed Pan's affections for you, he managed to table his disapproval, assuming nothing would come of it.
When you and Peter began seeing each other more and more in private, stealing little moments away together when you thought no one else noticed, Felix felt his annoyance rising, but still, he tolerated it. After all, it was just a secret fling, likely to fizzle out in a week or so.
It was when Pan's blatant preference for you began to affect the governing of Neverland that Felix could no longer subdue his vexation.
Every moment Peter spent was with you, hanging on your every word and following you around the camp like a lost dog.
Then, Peter was taking your opinion into account regarding choices he made about the camp and the Lost Boys, choices that were normally only discussed by Peter and Felix alone. Gradually, you had become Peter's right hand-man, demoting Felix from an important advisor to merely another follower.
That is where Felix's toleration ended.
It wasn't only that you replaced him, that Felix could have gotten over. It was that you at your core were foreign to Neverland, an outsider. You knew nothing of how hard Pan had worked to establish the camp of the Lost Ones, or the tribulations all of you had faced.
How could Pan let you have so much power over the fate of people you knew nothing about?
In the back of Felix's mind, he knew something had to be done. As he formulated a plan, he reminded himself repeatedly that this was better for Pan in the long run.
It would be better for everyone.
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Felix had crafted the story carefully. He made sure to tell it to one of the younger Lost Boys first, knowing all too well he would be so overwhelmed with the information that he would tell one of the older boys. Who would tell one of the other older boys. Who would tell another boy.
The chain went on, just as Felix had expected it too.
Soon, every Lost Boy in camp felt uneasy, like they were walking on eggshells until everything around them would eventually implode.
No one knew who the Lost Boy was that you were seeing behind Pan's back.
No one knew when Pan was going to find out.
It was a ticking time bomb, Felix knew. He just had to set up the right moment to detonate it.
A day later, he spotted you by yourself, getting ready to head down the path for a hunt. Running to catch up with you, he caught your attention, setting the works into motion.
"Hey, Y/N, can I get your help for a second?" Felix asked you, concern on his face.
"Oh, uh, of course Felix. What's up?"
You hadn't had much interaction with Felix since you'd arrived in Neverland. In fact, you could count on one hand the amount of times he'd ever muttered a syllable to you. It was for this reason that you felt Felix reaching out to you for help was some kind of step forward.
Little did you know.
"There's something wrong with Devin," Felix began, rushing his words to feign genuine concern and urgency. "He's sick out of his mind in his tent, and I think he might have taken something, either on purpose or by accident. I can't find Pan anywhere, and I don't know who else to go to."
Hearing one of the Lost Boys was in danger panicked you, and instantly you agreed to go to Devin's tent and aide him while Felix looked for Pan.
As soon as you left, Felix headed for Pan's tent, his monologue prepared.
The boys lingering near the trees watched Felix march to Pan's tent, and in unison they all stopped their activities, frozen. All hearts on camp stopped as Felix walked into Peter's residence, knowing the message Felix was about to deliver.
"Felix." Peter greeted, turning to face his friend. When Felix didn't return the greeting, Peter's friendliness dissipated, transforming quickly into sternness.
"Felix, what is it?"
This will help Pan, he repeated in his head, This will help Neverland.
Felix recited his practiced words solemnly, trusting that the end would justify the means.
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Peter and Felix busted into Devin's tent where you were sitting on his cot next to him, questioning the boy as to why Felix would make up a story about him being sick. When Peter saw the scene, his expression hardened immediately, his eyes firing up with anger.
"And just what the bloody hell is going on in here?" The boy king boomed, causing you and Devin to jump.
You stood up instantly, startled by Peter's tone. "Peter, what do you mean? I came in here because-"
"Oh, you came in here?" Peter cut you off, fuming, "Because I recall you telling me you were going hunting."
You scoffed, reeling in disbelief from what it seemed Peter was trying to insinuate. "Peter, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't act like you don't know, Y/N!" He cried out, gesturing wildly to outside the tent. "The whole bloody camp knows!"
Peter's voice got weaker then, his face crumpling with pain. "For the love of god, Y/N, I saw their faces when I went outside. Every boy here knew before I did."
Irritated to no end, you screamed out, "Peter, every boy here knows what?"
"What you and Devin have been up to behind Pan's back."
This came from Felix, and the second the words came out of his mouth, you knew.
Suddenly, everything made such sense.
For a brief moment, you felt your veins fill with rage. Everything in your body tensed, and for a minute, you thought to yourself, I'm going to hurt him. I am going to make him pay for this.
Then, something occurred to you.
Felix wants you to explode. He wants you to make a big, defensive scene that incriminates you and makes you look guilty. He wants to give Peter a reason to believe him.
Swiftly, you unclenched your fists and let your jaw relax. Raising your head up high, you calmly marched past Peter and Felix, walking out of the tent. All three boys followed on your heels, confused.
Every pair of Lost Boy eyes was on you as you made your way to the center of the campsite, climbing on a rock to project your voice. You cleared your throat before you spoke.
"Everyone who heard a rumor about me cheating on Peter, point to who you heard it from."
You looked down at the crowd of boys in front of you. For a moment, they just stood there, puzzled, before beginning to slowly go down the chain and recite who told them what.
"Now," you announced, your voice steady, "Raise your hand if you heard it from Felix."
For a moment, everyone was still, the boys in the middle of the pit confused.
Then, a small, young boy in the back raised his hand.
You exhaled, stepping off the rock.
"I was told today," You continued loudly, making your way back towards where Felix stood, "that Devin had taken a potion that made him ill. I was told this by Felix."
Whispers began to break out in the crowd of Lost Boys, and Felix began to squirm uneasily.
You turned to at Peter before you finished, his eyes full of hurt and confusion. You hoped your face said it all:
I'm sorry. I love you.
"Nothing that Felix said was true. It was a cheap ploy to rid me out of Pan's and all of your lives'." You paused, looking back to the Lost Boys. "But if that's what you all want, okay. I understand. But we should do it in a democratic manner, not autocratically."
The camp went silent.
The oldest Lost Boy turned to look at the others, as if conferring with them wordlessly. Then, they all nodded, signaling an agreement.
The oldest boy spoke up. "We don't want you gone, Y/N. We think you make a good fit as a Lost Girl, and we want you to stay."
"Plus, you make Peter less of a tight ass," one of the younger boys added, and you grinned, feeling genuine love and appreciation for each and every one of them.
You turned back to look at Peter, only to realize he wasn't looking at you or the Lost Boys at all. Your heart dropped when you saw his glare was fixed on Felix, his expression filling with rage. You barely had any time to react before Peter was lunging at Felix, shoving him to the ground. The Lost Boys quickly ran to crowd around their leader, whooping and cheering as he beat Felix. You rapidly pushed past the other boys, trying to move into the center of the circle where you wrapped your arms around Peter's waist in an attempt to pull him off.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Peter seethed at Felix through clenched teeth, asphyxiating the other boy as he gasped for air.
"Peter! Peter!" You yelled, finally managing to rip him off.
Once he was on his feet Peter tried to charge at Felix once more, but you barricaded yourself in front of him, holding him back. You cupped Peter's face and forced him to concentrate on you alone and not the boy writhing around in the dirt, face bloodied.
Finally, Peter looked at you, and you saw some of the anger wash away from his face as his vulnerable green eyes peered into yours.
You traced Peter's jaw with your thumb, whispering, "Peter, he's not worth it. He's not."
Slowly, Peter just nodded, ordering two of the older boys to take Felix to his tent.
"It seems Felix's time here in Neverland has been cut short," he announced, regaining his posture, "but that is no reason we shouldn't still celebrate. Boys, get the bonfire ready. We'll be toasting to a new beginnings tonight."
The boys hollered before dispersing around the camp, gathering kindle and bringing out Peter's special flute.
With the two of you alone, Peter grabbed your hand and guided you away from the campsite. The two of you walked together towards the special place in the woods where the treetops parted and the moonlight shone through. There, Peter pulled you closer, his face filled with remorse.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't know why I would have ever believed him," He started, but you just shook your head.
"Peter, it's fine. Really. Felix is the one to blame after trying to make me sound like some, some Runaround Sue. I understand."
"No, you don't." He answered, his tone turning serious.
Peter turned away from you, walking over to a bush of white roses and delicately plucking one.
There was silence as he fiddled with the stem of the flower in his hands, searching for the right words to say next.
"Y/N, I've never had anyone like you in my life before. Ever. I've never experienced what it's like to have something so special like this, and every day I'm just afraid that..."
His voice strained, and you moved closer to him, putting a hand on his arm.
Looking back into your eyes, he finished, "Y/N, every day I'm afraid that I'm gonna lose it. That something is going to happen like it always does, and then I'm not gonna have you anymore."
Your heart ached at the pain on Peter's face, and you swiftly wrapped your arms around him, your fingers interweaving with his curly brown hair.
"Peter, you're never gonna lose me. Ever."
In response Peter pulled you in closer, gently placing a kiss on the top of your head.
It was quiet between you two until you heard him muffle something into your hair, just loud enough for the two of you to hear.
You smiled, and once again you felt the butterflies that would erupt in your stomach every time Peter said those words.
Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, you whispered, "I love you too."