Small headcanons about how sweet Valko would be if MC got sick~
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The moment he notices your voice sounds even a little hoarse, his ears twitch. He doesn't wait for you to admit you're sick—he already knows.
"You're burning up..." he murmurs, gently pressing his forehead against yours before immediately wrapping you in the fluffiest blanket he can find.
He keeps insisting that you drink water. Every. Ten. Minutes.
"Just one more sip... please?"
If you refuse your medicine, he gives you the most heartbroken puppy eyes imaginable.
"...I'll take it with you?"
He secretly Googles "best foods when someone has a fever" because he wants to make for you soup... then accidentally burns the first pot.
His tail gives away every emotion. When your fever starts going down, it won't stop wagging. Because.. He refuses to leave your side. If you fall asleep, he curls up beside the bed with his head resting near your hand, just to make sure you're okay.
If you wake up coughing in the middle of the night, he's awake before you even realize it.
"Need anything? Water? Medicine?... A hug?"
He'd happily let you bury your face in his chest(BRBRBR) if it helped you feel warmer.
Every few hours, he quietly asks:
"Are you feeling even one percent better?"
If you apologize for being "a burden," he immediately frowns.
"Taking care of you isn't a burden... It's where I want to be and I love make you feel better"
Once you're finally feeling better, he's the one who almost cries from relief.
"Promise me you'll tell me you fell bad sooner next time..."
"...I don't like seeing you hurt."
And only after you're completely healthy does he sheepishly admit...
"...I kind of liked that you kept holding my hand."
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͙͘͡★ English, fluff, jealous, oneshot, Love and Deepspace, Xavier × Reader, fem!pov
It seems that Xavier's jealousy has always been something different. Not the kind that suffocates. Not the kind that makes you feel guilty. No. If anything, it only makes your heart beat a little faster.
Because even when he's jealous, he's still himself. Gentle. Tender. Hopelessly in love.
“Did he really have to smile at you like that?” he murmurs as he closes the door behind him.
You laugh softly, slipping off your shoes.
“Are you seriously jealous of our neighbor?”
“Maybe.”
A short answer. And a look that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
“He was just saying hello to me.”
“I know.”
“Then what's the problem?”
He walks closer. Slowly. As though he's giving you a chance to step away, even though you both know you aren't going anywhere.
“It’s your fault.”
You blink in surprise.
“Mine?”
“Yours.”
His hand settles on your waist, familiar and careful. Even now, with so much emotion swimming in those sapphire eyes, he handles you like something precious.
As though hurting you would be the worst thing imaginable. Though the truth is quite the opposite. Breaking him would be much easier.
“You're always so beautiful,” he whispers, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “So sweet. And then you wonder why I lose my mind.”
“You're exaggerating.”
“Not even a little.”
His gaze lingers on you for a second longer than usual. And you can feel it.. The tension he's been hiding all evening. The way he kept himself together while your neighbor dragged the conversation on for far too long. The silence during the entire ride home. And now, finally alone with you, he allows himself to be honest.
“The entire time I was talking to him, all I could think about was bringing you home.”
Warmth spreads across your cheeks, and your smile only widens.
“Possessive.”
A quiet chuckle escapes him.
“Only when it comes to you.”
His forehead rests against yours. Close. So close. Close enough to hear his heartbeat. Or perhaps that frantic rhythm belongs to you.
“Tell me I'm worrying for nothing.”
“You are.”
“And tell me you're mine.”
You smile.
“I’m yours.”
Apparently, those words are enough. Enough for the tension in his shoulders to melt away. Enough for him to close his eyes and exhale softly. As though you've just given him the one thing he had been craving all evening.
“Say it again, please …” he whispers.
You laugh quietly.
“Greedy.”
“Hopelessly.”
You feel his arms tighten around you. Not more demanding. Just… Closer. As though after all those foolish thoughts, after all that jealousy, he simply needs to reassure himself that you're really here. Beside him. That you're laughing at his jealousy. That you're looking only at him. That you love only him.
“I’m yours,” you whisper, leaning into his embrace. “And I love only you.”
He laughs then, only how Xavier can. Softly. Happily. Tenderly. Completely in love.
“And I love you too,” his voice grows quieter still, as though those words are meant for you alone. “Hopelessly.”
And perhaps, on this evening, his jealousy finally melts away. In your laughter. In the cozy silence of the apartment. In the gentle light spilling through the hallway.
And in the fact that he doesn't let you go for a very, very long time. As though the whole world can wait. Because right now… There's only one thing he needs.
