𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 You & Xavier adopt a bunny !
pairings : xavier x non-mc! reader
summary : the non-mc (you) goes to the store and take the long way home to check out the weekly vendor booths and a booth selling animals catches her eye, leaving her to want to buy a animal that reminds her of a certain someone!
music : lily of the valley by daniel, foreverymoments by kim daniel, shower by yebit, and the flower garden by joe hisaishi.
In Linkon City, it was such a day, the sun lazily spilled through apartment windows and even the sky moved in slow motion, casting long shadows that weaved between the high-rise buildings.
Crowds of pedestrians strolling each walkway of the city, others stopping to browse each street vendors stall and checkout out what they are selling.You had just returned from the local grocery store, arms full of fresh ingredients and curated snacks that you knew Xavier liked, buying them even if he explicitly never asked for them.
Making your way back to the apartment complex with automatic doors that slid open with a soft hiss, as you were cautious with each step into the quiet and vacant hall.
You let out a small sigh of relief, adjusting the weight of the bags in your arms before carefully unlocking the door to your shared apartment. After setting the groceries down in the kitchen, you padded quietly toward the living room and peeked over the back of the couch.
Xavier barely stirred at the sound of the unlocking door and the hallway sensor’s gentle chime. He had passed out again, arms loosely crossed, his star-kissed eyes half-lidded and drowsy, whilst slightly slouched towards the arm rest of the couch.
A faint glow from the datapad beside him illuminated his relaxed features, the screen still open to his most recent completed mission logs and chiming. “You’re finally home,” he murmured, voice low and even, eyes still mostly closed.
You stepped closer to the couch.
“Did you fall asleep again?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer to the dumbest question you have asked.
“I was resting my eyes,” he replied, a familiar excuse you’d heard countless times.
You walked to the closest to grab a throw blanket before walking back over to him and throwing it over his legs, before glancing at the datapad beside him, still displaying the summary of his latest mission.
Reaching over, tapping the screen, to turn it off in order to keep the soft chime from looping again. Xavier didn’t react, but you knew he appreciated the small things you did even if he rarely said so out loud.
You looked down at him, amused. “You fell asleep in the middle of reviewing the logs.”
“I was multitasking,” he replied evenly. “Processing data and recharging..”
You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You always fall asleep when I’m not here.”
“It’s quieter without distractions,” he said, and then after a pause, added, “but less comfortable.”
That made your heart skip a little.
His voice hadn’t changed tone, but you knew what he meant.
“Well,” you said, draping the blanket a little higher over his legs, “you can sleep properly after dinner. I got ingredients to make something you’ll actually like this time.”
“I like everything you make.”
You raised a brow. “That’s rich coming from someone who thinks boiling water is a culinary achievement.”
“I never claimed to be a chef,” he replied calmly. “But I am a reliable taste tester.”
“You once asked if soy sauce could be used as soup.”
He blinked slowly, unbothered. “It smelled savory.”
“It was a logical assumption,” he added, voice still flat, as if he hadn’t just admitted to the worst food crime imaginable.
You shook your head, turning back toward the kitchen. “You’re lucky you’re a pretty boy.”
“I’m lucky you’re patient,” he said.
You paused, glancing over your shoulder at him with a smile. “That too.”
He closed his eyes again, arms folded across his chest. “Wake me up when food’s ready. Or if the stove starts emitting unnatural sounds.”
You sighed fondly and muttered under your breath, “Which it will if you go anywhere near it.”
“I heard that.” You said as you looked back from the kitchen
You shook your head, turning back to the counter, starting to unpack the rest of the groceries, and finding its place in its cabinets. Only the sound of rustling bags and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the space. But then you paused, letting the sentence hang for a moment as you closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, watching him.
“I didn’t plan on stopping by the weekend market, but something about it pulled me in,” you continued, voice softer now. “The booth was tucked between a kettle corn stand and a table selling wind chimes. Easy to miss.”
Xavier didn’t speak, but you saw the subtle way his fingers shifted against the blanket—still listening.
You hesitated, glancing around the apartment.
It was warm, familiar, filled with shared routines and comforts… but sometimes, the silence sat a little too still.
You felt as if something was missing because the space of the apartment had started feeling empty.
“I saw this bunny,” you said at last, careful with your words.
“He was small. A creamy beige color, I think. He was in the back of his pen in a loaf like the world didn’t concern him. He was just… existing and not doing much, not wanting anything.”
You smiled faintly to yourself. “He looked so calm and unbothered. But when I stopped, he turned and looked right at me.”
At that, Xavier opened one eye, slow and deliberate. “Must be a coincidence,” he murmured.
“Maybe,” you said, “but it made me think.”
He blinked. “About what?”
You met his gaze. “About how quiet it is here sometimes. Not in a bad way, but just… quiet. Don’t get me wrong It’s nice, but I think it could be even nicer.”
Xavier didn’t respond right away. The datapad chimed again beside him before he finally spoke.
“And you think a bunny will fix that?”
“I think he might make it feel more alive,” you replied. “Just a little.”
You nodded once. “I think I do.”
Xavier let his head fall back against the couch cushion, eyes closing again. “Then we’ll go pay the vendor a visit.”
You smiled, quietly touched by how easy he made it sound.
“I thought you’d need more convincing,” you teased.
“I don’t see a reason to argue,” he said simply, his voice low and even. “You want him. That’s reason enough.”
You tilted your head, watching him. “You’re being suspiciously agreeable.”
Xavier cracked one eye open again. “He’s a bunny, not a threat.”
You laughed under your breath. “Just wait until he starts sitting on your side of the couch.”
“And stealing your spot in my lap.”
His eye stayed open a moment longer. “I’ll reclaim it.”
You raised a brow, amused. “So you are a little territorial.”
You crossed the room, crouching beside him to smooth out the throw blanket across his legs.
“You’re lucky it’s small. You can probably stare it into submission.”
“I don’t lose staring contests,” Xavier replied, deadpan.
“Oh no,” you said with mock solemnity. “He’s doomed.”
He didn’t answer, but there was the smallest upward twitch at the corner of his mouth—barely a smile, but it was there. You leaned forward and brushed your lips against his temple, letting the moment settle between you both.
“I’ll take you tomorrow,” he said softly. “Before the booth closes.”
You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “Thank you.”
His hand found yours beneath the blanket, fingers curling loosely around your wrist in his usual quiet way. “Just don’t forget who was here first.”
You grinned. “You’re seriously getting jealous of a bunny?”
“I’m not jealous,” he replied, eyes closing again. “I’m observant.”
You shook your head, resting your cheek against the edge of the couch.
“Sure. Observant,” you whispered, already picturing the inevitable standoff between Xavier and a round, loaf-shaped rabbit—silent, stubborn, and just as possessive of your attention.
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
The next day nearing towards it being the afternoon, the two of you walked side by side through the heart of the street market. It was busier than yesterday, so there was more voices chattering, and more vibrant colors were everywhere.
Xavier kept a slow pace beside you, holding your hand. His gaze shifted quietly from stall to stall, taking in the sights without a word, but never straying far from your side.
You tried to keep your expression neutral, but doubt tugged at the edge of your thoughts. You hadn’t called ahead. Hadn’t asked the vendor to hold the bunny.
‘Maybe it had been a one-day setup?’
‘What if someone else had seen the same calm little bunny and taken him home?’
You thought to yourself, as Xavier felt the doubt he had squeezed your hand two times to signal to you it will be okay.
You reached the end of the row of booths, weaving past a stand selling woven scarves and another stacked high with steamed buns, your eyes found the familiar striped canopy.
And there he was. He was still there !
Still resting in a loaf at the corner of his pen—ears drooping gently, eyes half-lidded, entirely unbothered by the world around him.
Your heart eased, as you squeezed Xavier’s hand.
“He’s still here,” you murmured excitedly.
Xavier followed your gaze. “Of course he is,” he said quietly.
“He was waiting for his savior.”
You tugged gently on Xavier’s hand and stepped closer to the booth. The vendor gave a polite nod in recognition but didn’t interrupt, sensing your attention was already elsewhere.
The bunny hadn’t moved much since you first saw him.
He curled up near the corner of the pen, nestled into a shallow bed of straw. His fur was slightly tousled, and his relaxed posture made him look like he might melt into the floor. As you crouched beside the pen again, his half-lidded eyes flickered lazily in your direction.
“He’s exactly the same,” you whispered.
“Still acting like the universe has no hold on him.”
Xavier knelt beside you without a word, observing in silence.
His head tilted slightly.
The bunny stared back at him—expressionless. Unmoving.
A few minutes has passed.
Then another, as you glanced between them.
“…Are you two having a moment?” you asked.
“No,” Xavier replied, still watching the rabbit. “He’s evaluating me.”
You tried not to laugh. “And?”
You reached into the pen slowly, palm up.
The bunny blinked—once—then shuffled forward with no urgency, placing his chin in your hand just like yesterday. You could feel the warmth of him, soft fur and quiet trust.
Xavier remained still, his expression unreadable. But when the bunny flopped dramatically onto his side against your palm, all comfort and laziness and claimed space, Xavier spoke again.
You raised a brow. “Jealous?”
“I don’t get jealous of small mammals.”
You grinned. “So… you’re saying it would be different if he were taller.”
Xavier looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “You’re enjoying this.”
The vendor finally stepped forward, clipboard in hand.
“He seems to like you. He’s been picky with people, but he went right to you yesterday.”
“He seems pretty set on staying calm,” you said, stroking behind the bunny’s ear. “He’d be okay in a quiet place?”
The vendor nodded. “He’s easy. Not much fuss. Eats well, sleeps most of the day, barely makes noise.”
You felt Xavier shift beside you. “You’re describing me.”
The vendor blinked. “Oh.”
You laughed quietly. “I think that’s why I liked him so much.”
Xavier said nothing, but when you looked back at him, he was still staring at the bunny—this time with a subtle squint. Not hostile. Not annoyed. Just… processing.
Possibly even assessing whether or not this tiny creature could become a legitimate rival.
You nudged him gently with your shoulder. “Xavie? You good?”
there was yet another long pause. “He can stay.”
You turned back to the vendor, smiling. “We’ll take him.”
As the paperwork was filled and a soft travel crate prepared, you carefully picked up the bunny, tucking him against your chest. He didn’t squirm, protest, and all he has done is simply just blinked slowly at Xavier like he’d already claimed his spot.
Xavier looked down at him, then at you.
“He’s going to follow you everywhere,” he murmured.
You smiled, brushing your hand through the bunny’s fur. “Maybe he’ll follow you, too.”
Xavier met the bunny’s gaze. “We’ll see.”
The trip home was quiet. The bunny sat calmly in your lap the entire time, paws tucked under, eyes half-shut like he was already settling in. Xavier glanced over more than once, gaze unreadable, but he didn’t say a word.
Back at the apartment, the bunny explored briefly—sniffed the rug, ignored the couch, and eventually flopped beside the window like he owned the place.
You sat beside him on the floor, gently stroking his back. Xavier leaned against the doorway, arms folded.
“He’s not very affectionate,” Xavier noted.
“He’s subtle,” you said. “Like someone else I know.”
Then, softly, “I’m more affectionate than that bunny.”
You looked up, smiling. “Prove it.”
Xavier crossed the room, dropped down beside you, and without a word, rested his head on your shoulder. His hand found yours, fingers slipping between with practiced ease. The bunny blinked at him, unimpressed.
“He’s judging me,” Xavier muttered.
“He’s just trying to figure out his place.”
Xavier’s voice was low. “He already took mine.”
You leaned your head against his. “No one could.”
A long pause, filled with soft breathing and the quiet hum of the apartment.
The bunny shuffled closer, pressing up against your leg.
Xavier stared. “This is war.”
You laughed. “It’s home.”
And for a while, no one said anything else. The apartment wasn’t so quiet anymore. It was calm—peaceful, but full. Alive in a new way.
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