Felix Centric One Shots

All For You, All For Him

"When love rewrites fate, even death can be undone."

Felix walked slowly, one hand resting gently over his belly, the other brushing aside low-hanging branches as he followed the familiar winding trail through the woods behind the Stray Kids' territory. The forest was quieter today, the wind hushed, birdsong distant. It used to be a comfort—this place—but lately, the silence pressed in like too many walls around him.

He was six months in with them now. Six months of warmth, patience, and safety. Six months of not flinching at raised voices or sudden movements. Six months of Chan's gentle hand on his back, Minho's quiet nods, Changbin's gruff reassurances, and Jeongin's bright laughter coaxing smiles out of him when he didn't think he could manage one. Jisung always making him laugh, Hyunjin being overly dramatic, Seungmin's quiet strength. They were his pack now. Real pack. The kind that didn't demand submission with snarls and fists.

Still, on days like this—when he felt the weight of everything too heavily in his chest—he wandered. Not far. Never far. Just enough to breathe somewhere his memories hadn't touched.

The sunlight slanted through the trees, dappling the mossy ground. Felix took a shaky breath and pressed his palm more firmly against his belly. "We're okay, baby," he whispered. "We're okay."

Leaves rustled behind him.

Felix froze.

The scent hit him before the sound of the footsteps did—sharp, bitter musk that sent every nerve in his body alight with dread. His heart stuttered in his chest. That scent. He hadn't smelled it in six months. Hadn't thought he ever would again. Not this deep in Stray Kids' territory.

He turned slowly.

"Thought I smelled a filthy little traitor," came the voice, low and cruel.

Felix took a step back before he could stop himself. "A-Aaron," he breathed. The name left a bad taste in his mouth.

His old alpha stepped out from behind a tree, dark eyes glinting, a sneer pulling across his face. "Did you think you could hide forever, huh?" he growled. "Run off like a whore and end up pregnant by some mutts? You think anyone's gonna let that slide?"

Felix's back hit a tree trunk. His fingers dug into the bark.

"You don't belong here, Felix." Aaron advanced. "You never did. You're broken. Weak. You were mine. Mine to use. Mine to breed. And you ran."

Felix's throat closed up. His wolf clawed inside him, panicked and helpless. He couldn't run. Couldn't fight. Not with the baby. Not with how badly his body shook.

"I said—" Aaron grabbed the front of his sweater and yanked him forward. "—you were mine."

Then the first punch came.

It cracked across Felix's cheekbone, snapping his head to the side. The force of it sent him to his knees, vision swimming.

"Disgusting little coward," Aaron hissed.

Felix tried to crawl back, protect his stomach, but he didn't get far. A sharp kick slammed into his side, then another—this time square into his belly.

A cry tore from his throat. Not loud enough. Not near loud enough to reach anyone.

His hands curled protectively around his stomach as pain exploded through him, hot and spreading like fire under his skin. Blood. He could feel it. Could smell it.

"No one wants you," Aaron snarled. "You think those Stray Kids care about you? You're just an omega with a bastard in his belly."

Another kick.