Flutter

This will be a series. Feel free to request your disability and/or condtion. Happy disablity month! Use/wear your aids with pride. Disabled is not a dirty word.

It's never pretty when everything hits and you are reduced to a full breakdown-tears, sobs, hyperventilating. Your boyfriend never wants to see you suffer like that. He knows that having this condition means it will happen, but he is intentional to help prevent things from reaching that point whenever possible.

Warnings: none(?)

Inspired by this post

Part one.

Tags: Flirting, jealousy, Valko, Rafayel, xreader

Warnings: None

Word count: 459

"And here I thought I was your favorite employer" Rafayel huffs dramatically. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. "Worst of all it's all private information with you."

"I told you what I can."

"You're lucky your cute otherwise I'd be terribly offended." He admires his own paintings. The exhibition is nearly over; most people have left already. "Which one was your favorite, cutie?"

Your eyes flick away to the painting a little further down. "The sunken statue. There was something oddly familiar about it."

"Isn't it funny the things we can't remember still leave an impact?" He looks like he's remembering something. A pained expression crosses his features for just a moment. Just as quickly his face changes into a dramatic pout. "I think you have spent the whole night looking at my paintings and that bulky man."

"He's not bulky."

Rafayel glares, "He is." He turns his body fully to you. "This night is about me shouldn't you be paying attention to me?"

"Isn't your art an extension of you?"

"An extension of me, yes." He takes a step closer. "But the original is much more interesting."

"I don't know. Your paintings are giving you some pretty stiff competition."

He places a hand over his heart. "Betrayed... by my own creations."

"Only you could compete with your own paintings."

His color shifting eyes met yours with a smile. "Tell me then who's winning right now?"

"Don't make me inflate your ego any more than it is."

He gasps, "You think my ego is big?"

You don't even offer a response instead choosing to change the topic. "It's getting late."

"Don't run away because you just gave away that I won."

"Winning against yourself doesn't count."

"You make it very difficult to be charming."

"You were trying to be charming?" Rafayel glares with a pout. You give a small smile. "Goodnight Raf, I'll see you later."

Your getting ready for bed when a notification comes through. You check your phone.

Valko: I hope I didn't cause too much trouble tonight

Valko: I didn't get a chance to tell you...you looked exquisite

You smile as the light illuminates your face in your dimly lit bedroom.

You: Why were you there?

You: Should I be concerned?

Valko: No

Valko: I was simply curious after hearing about him from some investors

Valko: They have interesting taste

You: Is Rafayel's art not up to your taste?

Valko: I wouldn't say that

Valko: He clearly has an eye for beauty

You: I think he might appreciate hearing that

Valko: Perhaps

Valko: but I wasn't referring to the paintings

You stare at the text, not knowing how to respond.

Valko: Rafayel himself seemed a little dramatic I suppose artists usually are

You: He can be a lot, but he's a great guy

Valko: He's protective I can respect that

Valko: I am too

Valko: and competitive

You: It isn't a competition

Valko: Goodnight, lil pup

A/N Valko is supposed be Rafayels foil supposedly and yet I haven't seen anything about them interacting. I have seen caleb and sylus tho which is so fucking good, keep doing that. Anyways this is my effort in creating valkoxreaderxrafayel and I may make this a series that will turn nsfw.

If you can't find it write it yourself.

Part two

Tags: jealousy, first meeting, Valko, Rafayel, xreader

Warnings: none

Word count: 267

Rafayel's latest collection is truly breathtaking, as usual. Each painting at first glance is calm, but as you look a little closer something is unsettling. One is of a lost city under the ocean; columns on each side and in the middle light filters down over a school of fish as they swim up in a funnel. When you look closely a handprint is on one of the columns, in a shade that almost blends in seamlessly. Another is of a sunken merfolk statue; the statue has a muscular lean build that one would assume is from a man, but as the view is on the statue's back there is no way of knowing for certain. The figure holds a trident and on the tips barely there is blood. The last one you look at is of the beach at night; shells and tops of waves catching the moonlight, but within a wave about to crash down is a pair of eyes staring at the viewer.

"It's amazing what people can hide in plain sight." Valko's voice rings clear in your ears as his breath tickles your skin. You step back as you turn to see him dressed in a well-fitted suit. He wears a smirk, "I am surprised to find you here. Didn't think of you as one to spend your free time admiring art."

Before you even find the words to ask why Valko is here Rafayel has stepped in close to your side and wrapped an arm around your waist. "I hope you aren't harassing my bodyguard" Rafayel smiles brightly. "They are off duty tonight."

Valko flicks his eyes down to where Rafayel now has his hand. His smirk has now fallen replaced with an assessing look. "Harassing?" He lets out a quiet dry laugh. "Not at all. We were discussing your work."

"You seem awfully interested in that one." Rafayel tilted his head.

Valko's eyes drifted back to the canvas. "Most people just admire the composition" his gaze lingered on the eyes hidden among the shades of blue. "I prefer the details."

"That is the fun part of art. Some people only see the paint. Others start telling on themselves."

Rafayel and Valko stare at each other for what feels like an impossibly long moment. You clear your throat to break the growing tension.

"Valko, this is Rafayel, my employer. Rafayel this is Valko a-" your mind hesitates wondering what to call him. Valko seems to take enjoyment in that while Rafayel frowns.

(Tags:Fluff, Valko Warnings:feet/shoe smelling lol)

Everything at the lab has finished or is currently processing for results, the board is pleased, the moon is new. It's a rare night where Valko is completely free and overwhelmingly bored. He tried working out to help...but his thoughts kept coming to you. He texted you an hour ago now; your response finally came through, just a small message to say you don't know when you'll be done. His face was illuminated by the message as he made his way up to your apartment.

As soon as he was inside your scent hit him. He took in a deep breath through his nose letting your scent overwhelm him. A small smile displayed on his lips while his tail unknowingly swished behind him as he wandered around. In the kitchen, a few dishes from breakfast. He quickly washed and dried them before putting them back in the cabinets. His feet wandered into the living room where a book sat on the coffee table; he flipped it open to a marked page and scanned the words before returning it. It felt nice to be here; in your space. He sat on your couch grabbing at the pillows to inhale deeply again looking for your scent. His eyes scanned your shelves. Honestly looking for a picture of him, but then he realized you never got to do that yet. That had to change.

The next few hours Valko spent his time waiting on your couch; occasionally looking through your stuff. Disaster struck when his tail knocked off a succulent. The pot and dirt scattered across the floor. The poor succulent now on it's side. Just his luck too, you opened the door to see him standing over the mess. His ears pinned back to his head as his tail stilled. He looked absolutely guilty. "Valko, what in the world?"

He didn't reply as you came in letting the door close behind you. Instead he chose to start picking up the mess he made. First he gently picked up the plant in his hands and looked to you. "Do you have another pot?"

You took the succulent from him and nodded before telling him where the broom was. You went out onto the balcony to repot the little green guy. When you came back inside Valko had the mess cleaned away. Now he was standing with his tail wagging happily. You crossed your arms and gave him a quizzical look. "I see you came here to wait for me and apparently make a mess while you are at it."

"It is what dogs do when they are left alone for too long." You could almost see him pout despite his playful remark.

"Good pups wait patiently."

"Well in my defense I was-"

"By sneaking in?"

He ignored your interruption, "until my tail acted of it's own accord not to mention I saw you had some dishes and took care of them."

"Oh so you weren't a bad pup?"

His eyes lit up at that. He leaned in and of course took the chance to smell you. "I am a good one in fact."

"Hmmm I don't know. Prove it."

He looked at you a little surprised, but he gave a wide smile. "How?"

"I think some pampering will do." You sat on the couch and propped up your feet. "A foot rub." He smiled just a little wider at that.

"Anything for you, master" he teased. He kneeled down and began taking off your boots. He slid each one off carefully. What you didn't expect was him smelling them!

"Valko! Don't do that." You leaned forward trying to grab your shoes from him. He simply pulls back his nose still inside the opening.

"Why?" He asks it so innocently like he doesn't know how weird he is acting.

"Because it's gross."

"Oh so your feet are gross and yet you want me to rub them?"

"That's not-" you are rendered speechless. He chuckles, but sets your boots aside.

"Don't worry I'll still rub your stinky feet." You shoot him a glare as he begins to rub one of your feet. Your socks allows for a little separation from your likely sweaty feet now that you think about it. You wondered if you should let him continue.

"Well you can't complain after sniffing my boots like a bed of roses."

He hums in response. His thumb presses into your arch with just the right amount of pressure. You relaxed into the couch as his motions eased your aching feet. Soon enough you had started to drift in and out.

"Pup you going to sleep on me?"

You don't respond on the edge of sleep, you don't even catch his words.

When you wake up you are in your bed, alone. You groan as you stretch and check your phone. A message from Valko. Left a little gift for you in the living room.

You smile and pad out to the living room. You look around, but can't find it. You ask him where.

Top shelf.

Addition to this post

Valko

Your forehead, he can place a kiss to the very top of your forehead as an excuse to breath in your shampoo.