Summary: You surprise Felix with a baby chick he names BbokAri
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.6k
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Dating Felix is like dating a detective. He’s hyper aware of every little thing you do and if you change the slightest thing, he catches it, which is why keeping a secret from him is nearly impossible. You do your best to just be careful and quiet so you don’t accidentally drop hints. You keep it simple, responsible, and you try not to look at his face too long or you’ll crack.
Because this surprise is little baby, a tiny, fragile, warm little life, and if you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it right.
You spend over a week reading. You talk to a local farm supply store that does proper sourcing and you ask questions until they realize you’re serious.
You check what’s legal where you live and confirm you can actually care for a chick safely and humanely, and then finally you set up the brooder.
The brooder is a safe enclosure with clean bedding, a heat plate and thermometer so the temperature stays stable, water that won’t drown a tiny beak, chick starter feed, electrolytes just in case, and a small “hide” corner so the baby can feel secure. You even get a little dry erase board for nearby because you know Felix will be the type to worry himself sick if he thinks he’s doing something wrong.
You don’t want to bring Felix stress or problems, youre bringing him a baby.
The day of the surprise, he’s in the living room with his hair still damp from his shower, hoodie on, legs tucked up on the couch like he’s made himself small on purpose. He’s scrolling on his phone, humming softly, totally unaware that you’re about to wreck his entire heart in the best way possible.
You come in the room carrying a small box. Felix looks up immediately.
“What’s that?” he asks, already smiling like he can’t help it.
“A surprise.”
His smile turns into a grin so wide it’s ridiculous. “You have a surprise for me?”
“I do.”
He sits up straighter. “Is it food? It’s food, isn’t it? Or a cute thing. Or a food cute thing.”
“It’s a cute very much alive thing,” you say before you can stop yourself.
Felix freezes.
“Alive,” he repeats softly.
Your heart warms at the way his energy shifts from excitement to concern, like his first instinct is the wellbeing of whatever it is.
You nod. “Yeah. But don’t panic. I did everything right. I checked everything. I prepared. I promise.”
He slides off the couch, slow, like he’s approaching something sacred. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay. I’m calm. I’m calm.”
You set the box down on the coffee table and sit beside it so you can guide him properly.
“Before you look,” you say gently, “you have to promis you won’t be loud.”
Felix’s eyes widen. “Why?”
“Because it’ll scare it.”
He nods instantly, hands lifting like he’s surrendering. “Okay. No squealing. I won’t squeal.”
“You also can’t just pick it up without supporting it,” you add. “And you need to wash your hands after. And there’s a heat setup ready in the other room.”
His mouth falls open.
“A heat setup,” he repeats, stunned. “You set up a heat setup?”
You nod. Felix looks like he’s about to cry and you haven’t even opened the box yet.
“Okay,” he says, voice small. “Okay. I’m ready.”
You lift the lid slowly.
Inside is a tiny yellow chick, soft and round like a little puff of sunshine, blinking up at the light like it’s confused about this whole weird world.
Felix’s face changes instantly. All the bright, golden energy he always carries turns into something softer. Tender, like he’s looking at the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
He covers his mouth with his hand. “Oh my god,” he whispers.
The chick peeps quietly.
Felix makes a noise that is barely audible, like his heart just got squeezed. “It’s a baby.”
“It’s a baby,” you confirm, smiling.
He leans closer, careful, and the chick tilts its head at him.
“Felix,” you whisper, “are you crying already?”
He nods frantically, tears actually falling. “It’s so small.. I can’t… it’s looking at me.”
The chick peeps again, and Felix’s lips wobble like he’s going to melt into the floor.
“Can I say hi?” he whispers.
“You can say hi,” you say. “Just quietly.”
Felix leans in and whispers like he’s speaking to a tiny queen.
“Hi,” he says softly. “Hello, little one.”
The chick peeps back.
Felix looks at you with wet eyes like he’s just been chosen for a destiny. “It talked to me.”
You snort. “It peeped.”
“It peeped to me,” he corrects, serious. “Specifically to me.”
You reach into the box and gently scoop the chick up, showing him the safe way to support its body, one hand cupping, the other steady.
“Do you want to hold it?” you ask.
Felix nods.
You place the chick into his hands carefully, guiding his fingers.
Felix freezes like he’s afraid to breathe.
The chick settles, warm and impossibly light and Felix’s face crumples again.
“Oh no,” he whispers, voice breaking. “It’s warm.”
“Babies are warm, but he has to be kept warm still too.”
He brings his hands closer to his chest, cradling it like it’s a jewel. The chick peeps once, then tucks itself against his palm like it’s decided Felix is safe enough to make into a nest.
Felix stares down at it with pure devotion.
“What’s its name?” you ask quietly, already having an idea what he’s going to pick.
Felix sniffles, eyes still fixed on the chick. “BbokAri.”
You smile. “Of course it is.”
He looks up, offended through tears. “That’s the only name.”
“Fair,” you say, laughing softly.
Felix looks back down and whispers, “Hi, BbokAri. I’m your dad, you’re like a little sunshine puff.”
You make a face. “You’ve been a dad for three whole seconds.”
Felix nods. “And I’m already doing amazing.”
The chick peeps again.
Felix gasps. “It agrees.”
You stand slowly. “Okay, papa. Let’s get BbokAri to the brooder.”
Felix follows you like you’re leading him through a holy ceremony. When you get to the room, his eyes widen again at the setup, like you built him a castle.
“You did all this,” he whispers.
You nod. “I wanted you to feel safe. And I wanted BbokAri to be safe too.”
Felix’s face softens into something so grateful it makes your throat tighten.
He lowers the chick into the brooder gently, hands shaking with care.
BbokAri waddles two steps, peeps, then immediately goes to the warm spot.
Felix kneels beside the brooder like he’s on watch.
He watches the chick drink a tiny sip of water. He watches it peck at the feed. Then he turns to you with wide, shining eyes.
“It’s eating,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“It’s really eating.”
“Yes, Lix.”
He looks like he might cry again. “It’s so brave.”
You sit down beside him on the floor and bump your shoulder gently against his.
“You’re going to be a really good caretaker,” you tell him.
Felix shakes his head fast. “No, you are. You did everything. I’m just… I’m just emotional support.”
“You’re the type to stay up all night watching it breathe,” you say.
Felix looks offended. “I’m not going to stay up all night.”
Two minutes pass.
He whispers, “Do chicks breathe fast?”
You laugh. “They do.”
He leans closer to peer at BbokAri. “Is it too cold? Is it too hot? Is it happy? Does it miss its siblings?”
Your heart squeezes. “You’re doing the thing.”
“What thing?”
“The spiraling,” you say gently.
Felix pouts. “I just love it already.”
You shift a little closer and slide your hand onto his back, rubbing slow circles.
“Okay,” you say, voice soft. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to follow the care sheet. We’re going to keep the brooder clean. We’re going to monitor temperature and handle gently and not too much so it doesn’t get stressed and we’re going to check in with the place we got it from if anything seems off.”
Felix nods, eyes still glued to the chick. “Okay.”
You poke his cheek. “Youre going to be obsessed.”
He sighs dramatically. “I’m already obsessed.”
You both sit there for a while, watching BbokAri wobble around like a tiny cotton ball with legs.
Felix whispers little things under his breath like he’s narrating a documentary.
“Look at him go.”
“He’s so small.”
“He’s pecking.”
You keep smiling, because this is exactly what you wanted. The way Felix’s love pours out of him so naturally it’s like breathing.
Eventually, he leans his head on your shoulder, still kneeling.
“Okay,” he says, determination snapping into place. “We need a schedule.”
You blink. “We already have a schedule.”
“We need a Felix schedule,” he says, very earnestly. “Like, feeding, cleaning, temperature checks, BbokAri emotional wellness, bedtime story.”
“Bedtime story.”
Felix nods like that’s obvious. “Yeah. He deserves one.”
You laugh quietly. “You’re going to read a bedtime story to a chick.”
Felix looks at you with full sincerity. “Do you think BbokAri doesn’t deserve literature?”
You laugh harder, and he finally smiles too, that bright sunshine smile that makes everything feel warm.
Then he looks back at the brooder and lowers his voice. “Hi, BbokAri,” he whispers gently. “It’s okay. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”
The little chick peeps softly, like it believes him.
Felix’s eyes go wet again. He leans into you, whispering into your shoulder, “I’m going to love him forever.”
You squeeze him gently. “I know you are.”
He sniffs, then pulls back, lip wobbling.
“Can I hold him again later?” he asks.
“Later,” you say. “We’ll let him settle.”
He nods, even though you can tell he wants to scoop BbokAri up and carry him around like a tiny dog in a purse. He settles for sitting there beside the brooder, quietly keeping watch, like he’s guarding the softest little heart in the world.
genre: fluff, your firsts with Felix, college au, it’s so cute guys trust, slight angst, Felix is so down bad for the reader, kissing, hugs.
note: thank you so much for all the love on wrong chat, right choice!! I've decided to try writing more so I hope you guys like this actual written imagine???
First time meeting ⋆˙⟡ —
Your friend had invited you to go to the book fair back in college. It wasn’t a huge event, just people coming to sell their second hand books and bond over similar interests and tastes. You were browsing the poetry section — that was rather secluded and empty — when you bumped into someone. Both of you hurried to apologize for bumping into each other when you finally took a good look at him. It was as if the world stilled for a bit, letting you look — really look — at him. His eyes sparkled with so much life. His cheeks were adorned with the most beautiful freckles you’ve ever laid eyes upon. His smile went all the way up to his eyes, wrinkling the corner of them just a bit.
“I’m so sorry, I seriously need to look where I’m going.” he apologized again.
“No, no I was the one who had her head stuck in a damn book,” you countered his apology with another one. It seemed that both of you were the perfect pair. You were a bit taken back by how deep his voice was considering how adorable he looked.
“I’m Felix, by the way,” the blonde said, offering his name like a gift. You gave yours in return, and he smiled brighter, if that was even possible. You both exchanged goodbyes after chatting about poetry for a bit and how it should be more popular. You found yourself thinking about him for the rest of the week.
First Hug ⋆˙⟡ —
Finals season weren’t a joke. It hit you like a truck. Deadlines on top of deadlines and tests stacked on top of tests. It seemed as if the world forgot that you needed to breathe. Your days consisted of waking up, studying until the next day, crashing, and repeat.
That night, you were crunched up on your chair trying to figure out how the person in the youtube video managed to solve an equation. You swore that they made up a variable. Your hands gripped your hair like a lifeline, causing it to resemble an amateur bird’s nest.
Felix was lucky enough to witness this sight. You had left your bedroom door open just enough for him to be able to see into the room. He walked in with a cup of tea and your favorite: his home-made brownies. He called your name once, twice, and trice until you managed to look up at him.
“Hey,” he said gently. “I brought reinforcements.” You looked up at him as if he was your saving grace. Your eyes were bloodshot with under eyes so dark it made you resemble a raccoon. He bit down a smile, although you looked like you had been through war and back he still thought you looked adorable.
“Tough day?” he asked with concern masking his eyes.
“Tough month- actually screw that, tough year. I hate this. I hate it here. Why did I even pick this major??” you grumbled.
Your train of thought was cut short when he pulled you into his arms. Your limbs froze up at first but eventually, you melted in his arms. His hoodie smelt like home and his arms felt like the only thing keeping you grounded.
“You don’t hate this, you’re just stressed… and that’s okay. The most important thing is that you’re still here. You showed up. Bad state or not. That’s the girl I know.” he whispered against the crown of your head.
You hated how he could see right through you. But you couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
First Kiss ⋆˙⟡ —
You didn’t think it was going to happen this way although you weren’t exactly sure how it’d happen. It was a late summer in July, when the air was warm and the cicadas singing too loudly. You and Felix were sitting by the lake next to his family’s house. Wind blowing into your hair gently as you ranted to him about how hard it was to find a decent guy these days.
All of your past talking stages and “situationships” only ended in you being hurt. Felix could only sit and listen as you questioned what it would take to find a guy that knew how to respect boundaries and have some form of emotional intelligence. One that wouldn’t treat your heart like it had many lives to live.
He didn’t know if it was the way you bit your cheek out of exasperation or if it was how animated you were when you talked about your feelings. But right then, at that moment, he knew that you were the one.
It didn’t matter to him that you might not have felt the same or if you were way out of his league. He just felt that it was right. Whatever this was between you, friendship or more, he’d want this for the rest of his life.
He also didn’t expect to blurt out the one thing that would change your relationship forever. You were contemplating on what you should do next after college since you only had one semester left.
“And my dad is always asking what I plan to do when even I don’t know what I want in life. It’s complicated… I’m still young. How do people even expect someone—"
“I’m in love with you.” he said, hand not fast enough to cover his mouth. His eyes widened as if he had just processed what he said out loud. The air between you stilled. You looked at him in shock, like he just told you that you had won the lottery.
“What?” you blinked. Once. Twice. Enough to process what he said.
“I said, I’m in love with you… well maybe love is a bit too crazy considering that we’re friends but I wouldn’t say just like because that’s so weird like of course I like you you’re my bestfriend so I just thought—"
You kissed him.
It was messy and sudden—you practically threw yourself onto him— but it didn’t matter. His hand caressed the side of your face when he kissed you back. It was slow and reassuring. It said the things he wasn’t able to say all these years. Your first kiss wasn’t perfect by any means but it was yours.
