Felix Navidad || Felix x Reader
Pairing: Felix x f!reader
Summary: You keep seeing Felix around. First he falls in your courtyard on Christmas Eve, then you see him hiding chocolate eggs in a park, and then he appears on the staircase behind your apartment, in the middle of the night. It’s unusual, and you have no idea what it means. What you do know, though, is that you’re absolutely fascinated by him, who he is, and the light and joy he seems to bring with him everywhere he goes. Even if you have no idea who or what he is, all that you want is to find out more — and get to spend a little more time with him.
Genre: Strangers (to Friends) to Lovers, Christmas Evel!au, fluff, angst.
Warnings & Tags: a number of references to a dead parent, sfw, kissing, language, mentions of insecurities, some anxiety on the part of the reader, hypothermia (don’t do what OC does!), everyone makes a cameo.
A/N: Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate, and happy holidays to everyone! So this little Christmas-themed piece is what I’ve been working on this non-stop (not really, but close enough) for the past two weeks. It’s my first piece for Stray Kids and for Felix, and it’s been a lot of fun to do. I would love to get your feedback, and I really hope you’ll enjoy your reading ^-^
The first time you see him, it’s the middle of the night, on the 24th of December.
Well, technically, it’s late enough that it’s the 25th, but your mom used to say that the new day started at sunrise, and since this is her favorite time of the year, you follow her rules for once.
Was. Was her favorite time of the year.
It’s three am, and you’re throwing out the trash. You’ve been cleaning up your apartment, because tonight is as good a night as any to clean, especially since you don’t have to get up in the morning. You can see the colored lights of the Christmas decorations that have been set up in the street flashing on and off against the buildings, but you can’t admire them, because you’re standing in this sad courtyard, frowning in disgust, just wanting to throw your bag in the already stuffed dumpster and get it over with. When you get back into your apartment, you’ll probably watch movies until you pass out.
That’s the best use of your time you can think of on Christmas night.
For now, though, you’re trudging through grayish, melted snow, and bitterly regretting that you didn’t bother to put on shoes before going out. You’re probably ruining your slippers. You’re also freezing cold, the air icy on the tip of your nose, but you only need to be outside for a few seconds, a minute tops. You’ll be good. You’ve thrown a coat on, but you’re only wearing your pajamas underneath, which is fine, because it’s not like you’re going to be meeting anyone outside on Christmas Eve at this time of the—
And then there’s a scream.