Felix Centric One Shots

Born of Starfire (Minlix) 🔞

"A soul of starfire. A god of shadows. Together, they will change fate."

Minho stepped lightly through the dark alley, his presence barely a whisper as he moved between the shadows. The scent of pain and fear hung thick in the air. His eyes caught a figure huddled near a crumpled heap—a young boy, battered and barely conscious. The man standing over him raised a whip again.

"Stop." Minho's voice cut through the night like cold steel.

The whip paused mid-air, frozen as if time itself held its breath.

The man spun around, eyes wide, a mixture of fear and anger flashing in them. "Who—who are you to stop me?"

Minho's gaze was cold but calm. "Why are you beating him?"

The man spat on the ground. "Because he's a disgrace. Worthless. It's my right to punish him. I'm his father."

Minho's form shimmered, power rising beneath his skin. His voice deepened, booming with the weight of divinity. "Do you know who I am?"

The man trembled, swallowing hard.

"I am the god of the dead, Minho. And I am taking him."

A chill swept the alley as Minho raised a hand. "If I ever see you again, it will be your soul I collect—and condemn to a hell of torment for eternity."

The man fell to his knees, trembling, eyes pleading.

Minho's hand gently touched the boy's cheek. "You're safe now."

With a wave, the alley vanished, replaced by a radiant realm bathed in golden light.

Chan stood at the entrance, eyes narrowing. "Minho? Why have you brought a human here? And in this condition?"

Hyunjin stepped forward, his expression softening as he looked at the bruised boy. "He's hurt... badly."

Seungmin adjusted his glasses, studying the boy's faint pulse. "This is no ordinary human."

Jeongin knelt beside the boy, hands glowing with a soothing light. "I'll do what I can."

Felix's eyes fluttered open, wide and terrified.

Minho crouched beside him, voice gentle but firm. "There's nothing to fear here."

The boy blinked, struggling to speak.

"What's your name?" Minho asked softly.

"Felix," the boy whispered.

Minho smiled, a warmth rare for a god of death. "Felix, you're safe now."

Minho stood and gently lifted Felix into his arms, careful not to jostle him. The boy's small body was limp and fragile, but Minho could feel a faint heartbeat steady beneath his fingertips.

"Come," Minho said softly, carrying him down a long hallway lined with shimmering pillars. "We'll get you cleaned up."

Felix's eyes fluttered open again, confused and wary. "Bath?" he whispered, voice cracked and barely audible.

"Yes, a warm bath," Minho assured him, his voice calm and soothing. "I'll take care of you."

They reached a spacious bathing room filled with golden light. The walls were smooth marble, and a large pool of steaming water waited in the center.

Minho carefully set Felix down beside the pool and began to gently wash away the dirt and dried blood, his hands tender but firm. Felix flinched at first but relaxed under Minho's careful touch.

"Does it hurt?" Minho asked quietly.

Felix shook his head slowly. "Cold... water."

Minho smiled softly. "I'll warm it more."