Felix Centric One Shots

Their Moonbeam (TF)

"A little pup sent from the moon to heal broken hearts and light the way home."

"It's faint," Chan murmured, crouching low to the forest floor. "But it's definitely an omega scent... and it's fresh."

Changbin's nose twitched as he inhaled. "Smells like blood. Small animal maybe?"

"No," Seungmin said quietly. "There's fear in it too. Deep fear. Whatever it is—it's scared."

"I'll check ahead," Hyunjin offered, already slipping through the trees like a shadow. Jeongin followed close behind him without a word, eyes sharp and alert.

A few moments passed. Then a rustle. A whimper.

"Over here!" Hyunjin called. "Hurry!"

The rest of the pack rushed forward and stopped short.

Curled beneath a bush, covered in dirt and leaves, was a tiny wolf pup. His fur was a golden yellow, matted with blood and sap, and he was trembling so hard he could barely lift his head.

"Oh god," Seungmin breathed. "He's just a baby."

"He's hurt," Jisung said softly, crouching. "I don't think he's more than a couple months old..."

Chan took a cautious step forward and crouched beside Jisung. "It's okay, little one," he said gently. "You're safe now."

The pup blinked up at them with wide golden eyes. Then, in a shimmer of soft light, his body began to shift.

"No way," Jeongin gasped.

Before them, the tiny pup transformed into an even tinier toddler—no more than two years old. Naked, bruised, and shivering. The child had messy blonde curls and a big, scared gaze, his cheeks streaked with dirt and tears.

He looked up at them, lower lip trembling.

"Mama?" he whimpered, reaching out with chubby hands. "M'scared..."

"Oh my god," Changbin said hoarsely. "He's... he's ours."

Minho stepped forward slowly, stunned. He sniffed the air, heart thudding. "He smells like us. Like... all of us."

Seungmin instinctively dropped to his knees, pulling off his jacket. "Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay. Come here." He gently wrapped the child up and held him close. "You're safe. We've got you now."

The toddler clung to Seungmin's neck, small fingers curling tightly into his shirt.

"Wh-who you?" he mumbled, voice thick and broken.

"I'm Seungmin," he whispered, rocking him gently. "And these are my packmates. We're gonna take care of you, little one."

"Pack...?" The child looked around slowly, eyes meeting each of theirs.

Jisung stepped closer. "What's your name, baby?"

The toddler blinked. "Fe-Fewix..."

"Felix?" Minho repeated softly, something tightening in his chest.

"Yeah..." Felix nodded sleepily. "M'hungwy..."

Jeongin exhaled shakily. "He's been alone. He must've been out here for days..."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of awe and heartbreak. "Why would someone abandon an omega baby like this?"

Minho's eyes never left the tiny bundle in Seungmin's arms. "Maybe... he wasn't abandoned. Maybe he was sent."

"Sent?" Changbin echoed.

"By the Moon Goddess," Minho whispered. "To us. Look at him. He smells like all of us. He's an omega baby in need of a pack—and we're a pack in need of something to heal us."