Felix Centric One Shots

The Guardians' Light (OT8)

"He was their light. They were his home."

"I thought they stopped assigning us charges," Minho muttered as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes following Chan's every move.

Chan didn't look up from the map spread across the table. "They did. Until now."

"So what changed?" Seungmin asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch, his fingers glowing faintly as he spun a coin through the air without touching it.

Chan glanced at him, then at the others as they started filing into the room—Changbin leaning against the wall, Hyunjin with sleepy eyes, Jisung munching on cereal straight from the box, Jeongin stretching and shifting from his fox form back to human.

"There's a soul," Chan said finally. "Pure. Untouched. Completely untainted by anything dark or divine."

Jisung blinked. "Wait, like—pure pure?"

Hyunjin's brows drew together. "Is that even possible anymore?"

"That's what I said," Chan nodded, "but the High Council confirmed it. His name's Felix. He's... rare. And both demons and angels are after him."

Jeongin scoffed. "Angels? Aren't they supposed to be the good guys?"

"Not when power's involved," Minho said coldly, eyes dark.

"How soon do we bring him in?" Changbin asked from the doorway, his voice low and firm, already tense like he was ready for a fight.

"Now," Chan said. "We're not waiting for someone else to get to him first."

The boy was small. Fragile-looking. Big brown eyes that scanned everything like he was expecting danger at every turn. When he stepped through the warded front gate with Chan's hand resting gently on his back, every single one of them felt it.

That light.

It wasn't blinding, but it was warm. Comforting. Honest.

"Is this... your house?" Felix asked quietly, glancing up at Chan, his Australian accent soft.

Jeongin grinned. "More like a fortress. Demons can't get in. Angels either."

Felix blinked. "I thought angels were good."

"They were," Seungmin murmured as he closed the door behind them, "once."

Felix stood in the entryway like he didn't want to move, didn't want to be a burden. Like even standing in their space was too much to ask.

"You're not a problem, you know," Hyunjin said gently, his voice soothing. "You don't have to earn your place here."

Felix turned to look at him, wide-eyed. "You... you can feel what I'm feeling?"

Hyunjin smiled a little. "Yeah. And I can help, too. If it ever gets too heavy."

Minho tilted his head. "He's glowing."

"What?" Felix startled.

"No, not like literally," Minho said, stepping closer, his fingers warming subtly. "Just—your energy. It's brighter than I thought it'd be."

"Is that... bad?"

"Not at all," Chan said softly, finally stepping in front of Felix, placing a hand over his chest. "But it does mean we have to protect you. No matter what."

Felix looked around at them, all so different, all staring at him with some strange mix of awe and caution and kindness.

"But why me?"

"You didn't ask for this," Jisung said, "but you were born for it."

"And now you're ours to keep safe," Minho added, eyes unreadable.