Author's Note: texts in italics and between () are translations.

"I fucking hate that." You gritted through your teeth as you scrubbed clothes into the river. "Why am I the one doing this kind of chores?"

"You're a girl, don't ask questions." Felix's emotionless voice said as he appeared behind you, inspecting what you have already done. "Hurry up, you have other things to do." He nudged your back with his club.

You stood up quickly, hitting the club with your foot.

"What did you say?!" You asked, starting to be angry and tired of "you're a girl" excuses and statements.

Felix chuckled, his grey stormy eyes staring deeply into yours: you could see it clearly, he wanted a fight. Well if he wanted one, you will give the lost boy a war. You were ready, enough trained to hurt him.

"Look at that, le petit chaton commence à montrer les griffes." (Look at that, the small kitten starts to show her claws)

"What was that?" You growled as you approached.

Felix would sometimes throw things in French, his native language. He didn't have the accent anymore, unlike some centuries ago. Devin told you about it: he was unable to talk properly in English and was hard to understand but now, it was another story.

The blond haired boy rolled his eyes.

"Finish your work."

"No."

"Do it or I have to punish you." Felix said lowly.

"No!" You repeated firmly. "I am tired of being treated like... like a freaking doll! What are you all scared of? Being beat by a girl? Well good news: I can fight all of you and beat your asses."

Felix stood quietly, observing you and contemplating your words. You were furious and he seemed to know that you were not joking around. The lost boy put his club on the ground and crossed his arms.

"What do you want? Tell me and I will speak to Pan about it."

"I want to be treated like you guys treat each other. I want to be part of the fights against the pirates and the hunts, and for God's sake, let me wear what the fuck I want to wear." You gestured to your dress. "I hate this. Not practical."

Felix nodded at each of your demand and left when you were done.

"Take some times for yourself. I will tell a boy to finish the job." He told you before going on his way.

Later, you were on the beach, touching the sand with your fingers, feeling at peace for once. You had taken your dager to draw some figures and drawings on the sand. You were actually bored. As you looked at the sky, the stars started to appear slowly. Your mind wandered to Felix and you didn't know why.

Felix was an ass. He thought he was all mighty and that he could do everything because he was the second in command. But... he was somewhat beautiful... from an angle. Your eyes widened at this thought. Why were you thinking that? You didn't like Felix but you didn't hate him. He never did something against you actually. You shook your head and stood up, feeling tired and hungry. You trotted back to the camp, hands in your dress's pocket.

The boys started to dance crazily around the bonfire and Pan was playing his flutes. As usual, Felix was sitting on a log. But this time, he glanced at you. It was weird: usually he wasn't looking at you when you came back. You didn't know how to interpret it so you just looked elsewhere.

You entered your tent, putting your dagger and sword on the small table. You started to undress slowly and with a bit of difficulty. As soon as the dress was on the ground, you bent down and took it to fold it.

"Oh la vache." You heard behind you. (Holy Cow)

With red cheeks, you stood up quickly and turned around. It was Felix. Of course it was Felix. No one speaks French like Felix. He was looking at your body, thankfully you weren't naked.

"GET OUT!" You yelled as you tried to find something to cover you with.

Luckily, nobody could hear you outside.

"I am sorry." Felix said simply with a smirk. "That view was very lovely."

"Felix!" You screamed back at him.

"Fine." He turned around, facing the entrance of your tent. "Pan have accepted your demands. Put new clothes in your closet. Be ready to wake up early tomorrow. I am taking you to take the traps."

You nodded silently, clutching on a blanket, covering your nearly naked body.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Also, Pan wanted me to tell you he will speak to you tomorrow morning. You... You have to get ready." He announced. "I will wake you up and after that little discussion with Pan, we will get the traps."

You watched as he left and frowned: you had detected worry in his voice. What did Pan wanted to do to you? You sighed. Boys were so secretive, worse than girls.

"You want me to do what?!"

Peter Pan put a finger on his lips with a smirk hushing you quickly.

"Careful love, I don't want my boys to wake up to a screeching banshee."

"I am not in the mood for nicknames Pan!" You said aggressively.

He rolled his eyes while eating his breakfast. You were hungry and was also ready to steal what he had in his plate, but it wasn't the question now.

"So did you understand everything for your trial?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You want me to take the heart of a lost boy and crush it in front of everyone." You repeated simply, looking at your hands. "But how I would be able to do that?"

"Oh do not worry. You will be able to. Trust me. This will be so much fun!" He added with a laugh. "I will let you choose your victim and tonight, you will kill him."

"Won't the boys be angry at me?" You asked, a bit worried.

"Maybe, maybe not. Now, go on your merry way and have fun with Felix." He said as he dismissed you, waving his hand.

You growled as you left the king of Neverland alone, enjoying his breakfast and your tormented mind. You rubbed your arms together, walking to where Felix was supposed to meet you at. You didn't know if you were capable of this. You wanted the boys so badly to accept you as one of them but were you ready to kill for it. You stopped in your tracks. Were you a murderer like them?

"Come on poupée. We don't have all day." Felix told you as he jumped down from a tree. (Doll)

"Stop calling me those sweet nicknames of yours or I will start doing the same!" You threatened as both of you started to walk in the Dark Jungle.

"Really? I don't believe you."

You smirked as you looked up to him.

"Let's go, Goldilocks."

Felix opened his mouth (he looked like a fish when he did that) and tried to reply but no sound came from it. He was astonished. You smirked once again, happy and made a small mental dance of victory in your head.

Soon, you two took all the dead animals from the trap and brought them back to camp. On the way back, Felix questioned you about your meeting with the leader of the lost ones.

"We just talked."

"He spoke to me yesterday. He told me he wanted to put you through some kind of trial." Felix explained. "I don't think you need one tho."

You stopped walking, surprised by this statement and glanced at Felix. He stopped walking too and was now looking at you. It was not a cold hard look but... a rather soft one.

"Wait... so you believe..."

"I believe you're enough to be treated like any boy of this island." Felix smiled (again not a cruel smile or a smirk: a genuine smile). "You're even smarter, stronger and quicker than the vast majority of the boys."

You smiled too and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your face blushing a bit.

"Let's go." Felix said, breaking the comfortable silence.

You thought all day about Felix's smile, sweet voice and gentle look and what he said about you. You were happy than at least one boy thought that way and you were glad it was him. You didn't know why, but you started to be more... attracted to him now. You were always observing him while training, barely forgetting your trial and your horrible choice. But Pan was there to remind you luckily.

So you started weighing your options: you couldn't possibly kill one of the smallest lost boys, they were kind of cute, even if you have witnessed them playing around and killing a pirate. The oldest were actually nice if given the occasion. They didn't bother you at all. Just giving orders and training all day: nothing wrong with them. Then, you immediately knew who you would kill in some hours.

His name was Clinton and he was a sick son of a bitch.

You knew he always tried to see you naked, and you hated the way his eyes watched you. He thought he was all powerful because he was friend with Felix and Peter Pan. You had witnessed him beating Devin black and blue (Felix had to intervene and when asked the reason of this beating, the boy answered with a sick smile that Devin was staring too much) and Clinton even dared to lay an hand on you (you didn't wish to know the reason why). Will it upset Pan and Felix to know that she killed Clinton? Hopefully no. But why wait until the night? Why not now? He was literally a trash. But you didn't want to disobey Pan so you kept to yourself.

The night came and you had all finished eating. Clinton was standing near a tree, observing the others doing their own things. You felt Pan's eyes on you and Felix's one too. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You could do it. It won't be unfair and unjustified: Clinton was an ass to everyone.

You stood up, walking toward him. The boys wasn't watching, too preoccupied fixing weapons and talking. You approached Clinton who smirked at you.

"Hello beautiful."

You cringed at this nickname but didn't show it. You kept a stern face. You didn't need to show emotions and feelings right now. Pan was watching. He wanted to know if you were capable of killing someone willingly.

"What do you want (Y/N)?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, a dirty mind in head. "A kiss perhaps."

"No. Your heart." You replied simply.

You extended your arm and plunged your hand into his torso, searching for the beating little red member. Once you found it, you retrieved your hand. Clinton fell on the ground harshly, yelling atrocities and curses. He was in great pain and somehow you loved it.

You clutched on his heart harder and harder. Clinton was suffering and nobody made a move against what you were doing. You glanced at Felix. He didn't seem shocked nor proud, but Pan was indeed proud and smirked like a Cheshire cat.

You clutched the heart one last time and it turned to dust. Clinton stopped yelling, screaming, crying and moving. He was laying there. You threw the heart's dust in the fire, starting at it, feeling suddenly empty. You had done it. You completed your trial.

Pan appeared next you, putting his arm around your shoulder and declared with a loud voice:

"Lost boys, this is your sister! Treat her like you treat each other!"

The boys cheered and as soon as Pan played his pipes, they started dancing. They tried to lead you into it but you didn't feel like it. You needed some time alone so you returned to the forest.

You started to run into it, tears rolling down your cheeks, finally realising what you have done to Clinton. You immediately regretted it when you killed him. You stopped near a small lake, in some secret place. You sat down on the soft grass, bright blue butterflies flying around and you started to cry, your head in your hands. It was ugly crying. You were sobbing like a baby. You heard some noises some time after and turned your head to the left.

"Who is there?!" You asked rudely. "I want to be left alone!"

"It's only me."

Of course it was. Felix walked in without weapon and without cloak. He looked down at you with sad eyes.

"Are you alright?"

You huffed at his question.

"Do I look okay Goldie?!" You said back.

"No you don't. But you got what you wanted: you are now fully part of the lost boys!"

"But I had to murder someone. I took Clinton's place." You cried.

"Pan was planning to kill him."

You looked up once again, confused.

"What?" You asked.

"Pan would have killed him tomorrow. He was being too troublesome." Felix answered as he sat down next to you.

"Oh." You simply replied as you stared at a butterfly on a flower.

There was a silence. Not an uncomfortable one luckily. You could feel Felix's eyes on you.

"You're very beautiful." The blond haired boy whispered softly.

You blushed and tried to not stare at him but not to avail. You took a glimpse of him and felt your body starting to warm up. You closed your eyes. Love. Desire. Lust. You had felt that twice in your teenage years, before going to Neverland (well it was more of a mistake...) but with Felix... It was warmer, it was more... meaningful and powerful.

"You're not that bad looking." You stuttered back.

Felix smiled and laid down on the grass. You took your time to observe him. He was handsome. He was hot. He was everything you ever looked in for a partner.

You loved him. The reality slapped you. And you knew he liked you too. You knew it. You loved him and wanted to make him yours right now.

You went on top of him, surprising the boy. You caressed his face gently before kissing him on the spot. His lips were warm and soft, you didn't think they were this way. You felt Felix rough hands gripping your waist as you kissed him.

You separated and you missed his lips already. The lost boy had this lovestruck smirk on his face and you had to admit, he looked like an angel in the moonlight.

You helped him remove his shirt and saw his torso, covered in scars, small, large, big ones. You lightly traced them with your fingers, caressing them.

"Where did you get them?" You asked softly.

Felix shrugged as he passed his hand in your hair.

"Fights mainly."

You nodded with a soft hum and kissed him once again but this time, harder and tougher. Felix gripped on your hair and you stopped your actions.

"Dude that fucking hurt!" You said as you glared at him.

"Sorry, sorry..." Felix chuckled. "Some girls like it when it hurts."

You rolled your eyes, pushed him against the ground again and kissed him. You felt his hands removing the laces that was holding your dress on your body and you stood up, letting it fall on the grass. Felix stood up too and you realised how tall and muscular he was compared to you.

"Enjoying the view?"

"You have no idea." Felix replied as he moved you against a tree.

His hands reached to your breasts and helped you remove your handmade bra. His hands softly touched them and his lips attacked your neck, then slowly descended your torso, until the hem of your underwear. He looked up to you, on his knees, and you nodded. He lowered your panty and you started to laid down again on the grass.

His mouth attacked your private area, he was licking and nibbling on it and you started to moan. Your hands immediately went into his dirty blonde hair.

"Oh fuck Felix." You moaned.

He raised his head and stared deeply into your eyes, his own eyes were filled with lust and envy for you. He removed the last pieces of his clothing and you two were now naked and hot. The plan was clear.

Your lips smashed into his, as you started to ride him. His hands travelled to your breasts and he kneaded them.

"Princesse, tu me rends fou!" Felix moaned. "Fou d'amour pour toi, juste pour toi!" (Princess, you drive me crazy! Crazy of love for you, only for you!)

You didn't understand what he had told you but you were certain it was something sweet. Felix flipped you over and you were now underneath him, and Felix was rougher than before. He pinned your hands above your head with one hand and used the other one to make you lick his fingers.

"Fuck bébé, I am so close!" (Baby)

"Felix me too, I fucking need you!"

You got your climax not long after and Felix went out before he could cum inside of you. He finished on your stomach and he dropped next you, breathing heavily.

You two were trying to catch your breathes after this intense moment. You started to chuckle and Felix did to.

"Oh God if Pan knows of it, he is going to kill us." You said, realising the extent of what just happened between you and the second in command.

"Yeah. We should go back to camp." Felix replied. "But, we really need to shower before."

"Indeed." You sighed as you watched him standing up.

"And I won't mind a second round in the water." The boy smirked as he winked at you.