Valko x GN Reader
Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Overprotective Boyfriend, Fluff.
This hasn’t been proof-read, you have been warned
You are working on the computer at the hunter’s association. It’s late at night. You hear the rain pouring down relentlessly, hitting the window. Your keyboard making mechanical clicking sounds clack-clack as you rhythmically press on the keys .
The clock ticks, making you look up to see what time it is. 12 a.m. You sigh as you look back at the glowing computer screen as you return to work.
You had a long mission, almost got killed if it weren’t for a mysterious unknown figure who killed the wonderer. Killing him in one swooping attack and leaving before you can even register what has happened.
Now you are here writing up the report, covered in scars and bandages, feeling mild pain from the injuries. As if the world had not enough of torturing you. You hear taps on the window. You ignore it, thinking you’re hallucinating, as the only thing you’re running on is coffee and maybe the bagel Xavier brought you, worryingly shoving into your arms after you returned from the mission.
The strange thing is that the tapping hasn’t stopped. No…it got only louder and louder.
Tap tap
“Definitely, not hallucinating.” You think as you turn towards the source.
Tap tap
The sound came around the corner, making you stand from your seat, and walking closer, you see a shadow of a human figure.
“What the fuck?” The words slip from your mouth.
You rush towards the window to find your annoying boyfriend, Valko. He’s smirking, leaning his head against his palms. He is wearing his suit and glasses…God, he looks so good. He seems to be carrying a paper bag and holds it up to your face mouthing to open the window. You quickly open the window fully.
You’re dumbfounded as you open your mouth to tell him off but end up not to.
“Do you not know how to use a door?”
Valko laughs, his laugh coming deep from his soul as he lowers the bag so you can see his face. God, you love that laugh. You feel yourself light up just by his presence.
“And what fun would that be? Let me in, dumbass. I’m cold,” he says, making you realise how ridiculous you both look.
You move away as he walks in effortlessly. He turns his body towards you once again as you quickly close the window behind him.
“I been calling you for hours now, it kept sending me back to voicemail that I even went to your house to check up on you but you weren’t there. It made me worry that you haven’t been taking care of yourself”
oh shit…you check your phone to see notifications: 10+ phone calls and 20 messages. All from Valko.
“I had my phone on do not disturb while I worked , sorry” you say, earning yourself a light affectionate flick on the forehead from Valko.
“Okay fine My dear Hunter, why don’t you go and sit down to eat?” you do as he says. You walk over to your desk limping a bit as he follows behind and sits down next to you, hissing in pain as you move in your seat. He look at you with concern but ended up putting the paper bag onto the desk, unpacking the bag. The rich scent of your favourite food fills the room. You just drool at the thought of the taste.
Your stomach rumbles from the suppressed hunger. Betraying you completely. Valko hands you a pair of wooden cutlery. You start eating, the warmth of the food made your body come back to life. Valko meanwhile, is watching you smiling as if he fell in love at first sight. His eyes drift taking in the cuts and bruises all over your body.
“Look at you, so bruised. You should quit being a hunter and work as my secretary” he half seriously joked about as he gently caresses your back with his hand as you eat.
“Quit joking around, you know how much I love being a hunter” you answer in the middle of a bite as you look at him. Clearly he isn’t amused by that answer as he huffs.
“If it weren’t for me, you would have been dead” he whispers, you can clearly hear him. You kind of knew it was him. A smile tugs at your lips.It was clear by the wonderer’s dead body. It had his signature all over it.
After all, at the end of the day. He’s your little overprotective, loving smarty pants.
