Valko canceled a very important meeting and rushed to your apartment after receiving a distressed incoherent phone call. From your frantic sobs, he had managed to understand only one thing: something was in your apartment, and it had terrified you beyond reason.
Even though it was broad daylight, he chose to run across the rooftops anyway, because that was the fastest way to get to you. He had already assigned his assistant to monitor the street cameras and discreetly delete any evidence of a big bad chairman of EonCore sprinting across the city with his ears and tail on full display. In record time Valko reached your building and leapt from the rooftop onto your balcony.
He found you in the living room, sitting on the edge of the table with your legs tucked under you. You were staring at the corner of the room. Your lips were trembling, your hands were shaking, and fresh tear tracks glistened on your cheeks.
Valko immediately softened.
He approached you carefully as if you were a frightened animal he did not want to spook more.
“What’s wrong, pup?”
You let out a sharp breath, your shoulders dropping in visible relief, but you still refused to look away from the corner.
“There,” you whimpered, pointing at something.
Valko followed your finger, but he did not see anything out of the ordinary.
“What am I supposed to be looking at? I can’t see anything.”
You made an irritated sound, mixed with another sob, and pointed again.
“There!”
Valko glanced over again, trying to figure out what could possibly be causing this much terror. The corner of the room looked perfectly normal from his point of view: a lamp, your favorite reading chair, a small table with a stack of books, a dozen colored sticky notes, your favorite mug…
A spider on the wall.
Valko huffed, amused.
“You made me cancel a meeting in the middle of negotiations and run across half the city because of a spider?”
You slapped him on the shoulder.
“It’s scary! You know I’m afraid of insects!”
Valko rubbed his shoulder dramatically before slipping into what you affectionately referred to as Professor Valko Mode. You could practically see him adjusting a pair of imaginary glasses.
"Actually," he began, raising one finger, "spiders aren't insects. They're arachnids. Eight legs instead of six, two body segments…"
“I don’t care!” you shrieked, hitting him again. “I know and I don’t care! It has way too many legs, so it has to go!”
Valko laughed under his breath, then took a folded piece of paper, carefully removed the spider from the wall and released it outside.
“There,” he said, returning to you with a pleased expression, clearly expecting praise and an ear scratch.
“Nuh-uh.” You scooted backward on the table. “You didn’t wash your hands, so stay away from me.”
Valko burst out laughing, the sound turning into something that sounded suspiciously like barking.
“I haven’t even touched the spider.”
“Don’t care. Go wash your hands or no scratches for you,” you said stubbornly, watching him like a hawk as he went to the bathroom.
When he came back, he was still laughing.
“There. Happy now?” he asked, walking toward you again. “Can I get my reward?”
You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then gave a small nod. Valko immediately leaned closer, ears perking up in obvious anticipation.
You reached up and gently scratched both of his ears.
“Thank you, Val. You’re a good boy,” you murmured.
You barely had time to brace yourself before his whole body relaxed, his shoulders went loose, and Valko nearly folded right into you with a low, pleased sound that was close to a rumble.
You smiled to yourself, perfectly aware that he had rushed across the city, canceled a major meeting and nearly derailed an entire business negotiation over a spider.
And Valko, still leaning into your touch like an enormous spoiled wolf, looked absolutely ready to do it all again if it meant hearing you call him a good boy one more time.
Hiii! 👋 Sorry to bother you but I found you through your valko HCs and I absolutely loved them your such a good writer (also loved your non-mc sylus stuff too 👀) just wanted to say I love your stuff and hope you continue!💛💛💛
Hi-hi <3
You are not bothering me~
Hehe, thaanks <3
I am not going to abandon my other works, but currently I'm more focused on Valko for obvious reasons xD
Valko, who still can’t believe that you are okay with him being a werewolf. How could you be this perfect?
Valko, who now pops out his ears and tail every time you two are in your apartment.
Valko, who definitely does not hope for constant pets and scratches. Totally not. The way he immediately leans into your hand is just a coincidence.
Valko, who was endlessly annoyed by his inability to control his tail around you. The traitorous thing started wagging if you smiled at him, laughed at one of his jokes, called his name, brought him food, complimented him or simply looked in his general direction.
Valko, who once tried holding his tail still with one hand while talking to you because it simply would not stop wagging. It somehow made the situation even more embarrassing.
Valko, who went on a twenty-minute, painfully nerdy rant about the difference between dogs and wolves when you teasingly snatched the last chocolate milk from him because “chocolate is poisonous to dogs.”
Valko, who ended that rant with “Besides, I am a werewolf. That is a major difference,” as though that single line somehow settled the entire argument.
Valko, who dramatically plopped onto the floor with his back facing you, ears drooping and tail lying lifelessly beside him while letting out the most pitiful little whines after you drank the last chocolate milk staring at him
Valko, who tried very hard to ignore you, when you began playfully poking him, only to fail miserably when you scratched his ear.
Valko, who tried to playfight with you just to save a bit of dignity.
Valko, who then realized that during the scuffle you somehow ended up lying on his lap, desperately trying to swat his hands away while giggling.
Valko, who immediately stopped and looked away, covering his stupid smile with a hand and hoping you would not notice his bright red ears.
Valko, who once corrected a documentary out loud for an entire hour. You sat beside him eating popcorn, while he became progressively more passionate over “bad research.” By the end, you weren't watching the documentary anymore. You were watching him.
Valko, who now refuses to watch certain wildlife programs with you unless he gets to provide commentary, because otherwise he will spend the whole time muttering corrections under his breath like a very handsome, very irritated professor.
Valko, who somehow managed to turn every casual conversation into an hour-long lecture about mythology, ecology, ancient history, astronomy, programming, obscure game mechanics and whatever was holding his interest at the moment. And you actually enjoyed listening even if you could understand maybe twenty percent of it.
Valko, who lights up every single time you ask, “Can you explain that?” because nobody has ever given him permission to infodump quite so enthusiastically.
Valko, who always apologizes halfway through one of his rambles with, “Sorry, I'm talking too much.” Only for you to answer, “No, keep going.” He falls in love with you all over again.
Valko, who reads otome games alongside you, somehow always managing to get the perfect ending for each route on his first try without ever using a guide.
Valko, who teases you mercilessly for your unexplainable ability to get only the bad endings on your first attempt.
Valko, who sulks and whines when, in retaliation, you start fangirling over every werewolf love interest.
Valko, who discovered that the quickest way to lose every coherent thought in his head was for you to scratch behind both ears at the same time while quietly telling him he was a good boy. His brain simply disconnects.
Valko, who gets flustered whenever you call him adorable, because he is a terrifying alpha wolf chairman mastermind, not some domesticated fluffball.
Valko, who is, unfortunately for his pride, also very much a domesticated fluffball in your apartment.
Valko, who loves making spreadsheets. He once found a simple notepad file with a list of games you wanted to buy. An hour later it had turned into an elaborate color-coded spreadsheet with release dates, genres, platforms, prices, estimated discount prices, review scores, and little notes like “wait for sale” and “high priority.”
Valko, who enthusiastically built an entire spreadsheet ranking every board game the two of you owned by complexity, average game length, replayability, strategic depth, and “relationship damage potential.”
Valko, who unconsciously mirrors your posture. You cross your legs. So does he. You stretch. He stretches. You catch him doing it.
“...I can explain.”
“You really can't.”
Valko, who became ridiculously excited whenever the two of you visited a museum. He somehow knew something about every single exhibit. You'd quietly wander behind him while he bounced from display to display, happily explaining obscure historical details with enough enthusiasm to accidentally attract a small crowd of strangers. He wouldn't notice until someone applauded.
Valko, who panicked the second he found you curled up in a ball on the couch because your cramps had hit you hard. The sheer terror on his face made it look like you were minutes away from dying, when in reality you were just in pain and trying not to cry into a blanket.
Valko, who immediately called several of his cousins to cross-reference every possible tip for helping you. Heat pack? Done. Tea? On it. Snacks? Already on the way. Painkillers? He had three different brands lined up like he was preparing for a medical emergency.
Valko, who got teased mercilessly by his cousins for his overreaction, because he had kept them company during their own periods before. “It’s different when it’s her, okay?” he snapped, only to go red-faced the second everyone started laughing harder.
Valko, who hovered for the rest of the evening like an anxious guard dog, bringing you water, medicine, your favorite snacks and a blanket you did not even remember asking for.
Valko, who hated it whenever your period happened to fall on a full moon week, because that meant there would be a full twenty-four hours where he could not be by your side to help you. And that was completely unacceptable.
Valko, who seriously debated locking himself in a bunker during every full moon, because he was terrified his instincts would somehow drag him straight to you.
Valko, who spent weeks designing increasingly ridiculous containment plans. Reinforced steel doors. Silver-lined restraints. Automated sedative dispensers. His family eventually confiscated the blueprints after realizing he was actually considering building the thing.
Valko, who, despite knowing full well that you accepted him, still acted like a tragic little beast every time a full moon approached, because he kept imagining the worst-case scenarios and convincing himself he had to protect you from himself.
Valko, who appeared on your balcony during a full moon anyway, because he couldn't control himself.
Valko, who broke your couch within five minutes by enthusiastically flopping onto it and rolling all over the cushions, breathing in your scent with complete bliss.
Valko, who woke up the next morning surrounded by the remains of your couch and immediately entered a state of complete panic.
Valko, who almost passed out when you simply giggled and told him he was “really adorable and fluffy.”
Valko, who spent the next hour cursing the full moon to hell and back while hacking into every street camera in the city to locate and delete footage of a giant wolf running through the streets, and simultaneously ordering a replacement couch for you.
Valko, who loudly celebrates every single one of your victories like you'd just won an Olympic medal.
“You beat the boss!”
“It was a tutorial.”
“A WIN IS A WIN.”
Valko, whose cousins have started a betting pool over when he's finally going to say “I love you.”
Valko, who insists they're all wrong.
“I'll say it when the moment is perfect.”
“You've had, like, forty perfect moments.”
“They weren't perfect enough.”
Valko, who secretly had an entire folder on his computer titled Potential Confessions v38 (FINAL) (Actually Final). Inside were dozens of confession drafts. There was also a folder called Potential Confessions v39 (FINAL FOR REAL THIS TIME). And another called Potential Confessions FINAL FINAL DEFINITELY. None of them had been used yet.
Valko, who somehow managed to turn researching “cute date ideas” into a twelve-hour rabbit hole that ended with him reading historical papers about medieval courtship rituals because he wanted to know where modern dating traditions came from. He forgot to actually plan the date.
Valko, who starts noticing every little sign that you love him back but refuses to assume. Because what if he is wrong? What if he ruins something precious? So instead, he waits. And waits. And waits. Despite everyone around him screaming that you are practically already married.
Valko, who eventually decides that it’s time. He takes your hand, clears his throat, and says, “I have calculated every possible future in which I do not tell you this tonight, and every single one ends in regret. Therefore, by the laws of probability, emotional attachment and the extremely compelling data gathered over the past several months, the statistically correct conclusion is that I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.”
Valko, who looks one step away from passing out because you stare at him with the softest expression in the world and say, “That was the nerdiest love confession I have ever heard.”
Valko, who feels he is about to combust, when you blush and whisper “I love you too”.
Valko, who later admits, very quietly, that he had been terrified of saying it wrong. And you just take his face in your hands and tell him he said it perfectly.
Wallflower anon here! Valko gets to stay as a happy, cute, cool, silly, and badass puppy 🐶
I won't deny that it might be hopuim but the fact there's a chance of Valko's return as well as they didn't really remove him completely still gives me hope 🥺
I'm a naive little girl too but I want to believe that Valko will debut as he should even if it takes longer than we were promised 🐺
I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS
I'm a naive little girl too. I just hope this whole situation will be resolved soon. Even if realistically, it will probably take a lot of time.
I just hope I won't get bored with the game until then.
I almost skipped the movie banner. I logged in during the last two days and still haven't read any of the cards that I got.
I'm sorry for doing this over text. I know it's cruel. I know I should be saying this to your face, but... if I see you right now, I don't think I'll be able to leave.
My company's servers were completely wiped by an unknown source. I know it was them. Right now I can't retaliate. Not yet.
I managed to recover a handful of files before everything went dark. I'm sending them to you. Keep them safe for me, alright? They're encrypted, and I've covered my tracks. No one will be able to trace them back to you.
Please don't panic.
And wipe your tears.
Yeah, I know you're crying. Don't bother denying it, I know you too well.
This isn't goodbye.
I'm coming back.
I just need to retreat for a while. Regroup. Rebuild. Figure out exactly why they thought provoking an entire werewolf pack was a smart idea. You know me. I've already got three plans, two backup plans, and one absolutely terrible idea that I'm trying very hard not to like.
For now, I'm heading back to the forest. The whole pack is gathering.
Think of it as one giant family reunion. With a lot of growling. We'll figure this out. I promise.
It might also be time to put a few centuries-old grudges aside. I've heard the leader of N109 has a lot of experience when it comes to dealing with them.
I’m not particularly keen on asking for help from his kind. Blegh. The thought alone makes my fur want to fall out.
But those people brought this on themselves.
I don’t care how much I dislike the idea. If working with him gets me to you faster, then I’ll swallow my pride and deal with it.
Listen to me carefully.
Wolves only find one mate.
Just one.
You're mine.
No one is keeping me away from you. I’ll do anything to get back to you, even if that means allying with him. Still blegh, by the way. I want that noted.
Stay safe. Eat properly. Sleep more than four hours. And for the love of all that’s holy, get out of your apartment once in a while.
And don't spend every waking moment worrying about me.
There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time now. Something important. But I refuse to say it through a screen.
You deserve to hear it while I'm looking into your eyes.
Someone on discord explained the removal of the "coming soon"
THIS!!
I've told a few people this already. "Coming soon" was always just a placeholder for the next LI's icon. If they had already added Valko's, then removed it, they likely just never added "coming soon" back.
Keep in mind, NOTHING ELSE pertaining to Valko or his storyline has been removed from the game. The texts are intact. The WU chapter is intact. The lily of the valley picture in the desk feature is still there.
Valko's YouTube videos still exist. All of his content on X still exists. His theme song is still out. He still appears on the TikTok gaming page of LADS's account.
Valko is everywhere. They haven't made any attempt to clean the slate.
Wallflower anon here! SAME!!! Even though I zone out in public, I managed to never bump into anyone!
Valko is such a puppy with a big family that I'm both curious and afraid to know his past 🤔😰 I assume that there will be a lot of angst for him too 😅
Hehe~
Not exactly fun to have people drill into me later, because I completely ignored them on the street xDD
Well, since infold is still quiet and just silently added info about the next rerun...
At the very least we won't know about that angst. Valko will stay forever a happy silly puppy.
Soo... yeaahhh. Valko headcanons. Somehow it's three pages long. I think I blacked out somewhere in the middle.
Also first time ever writing headcanons.
Valko, who caught your scent when you decided to quickly ran to a nearest store to satisfy your late night craving of something sweet. You remember the full moon being especially bright that night, when you walked back to your home with a huge amount of various sweets in your hands, completely oblivious to a wolf following you from the roofs.
Valko, who started a full-blown internet investigation on you the second the effects of a full moon disappeared. He was very annoyed by a surprisingly small amount of information about you. Your main social media page looked like you update it once in a blue moon (haha). Your second page under a fake name revealed a bit more about your interests, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Valko, who spent several days brainstorming ways to "accidentally" bump into you and somehow came up completely blank. Seriously, why do you spend so much time at home? Why can't you go for a walk? Visit a cafe? Wander aimlessly through a bookstore? Give him something to work with.
Valko, who monitored your online activity with the patience of a wolf stalking its prey and nearly jumped out of his chair when you signed up for a Twilight marathon at a local movie theater. He immediately canceled two meetings, moved another three, delegated an entire afternoon of work, and somehow convinced everyone it was a matter of national importance.
Valko, who claimed the seat right next to you and tried very, very hard to focus on the first movie, but your scent is distracting enough to make concentration impossible. Who would have thought he would end up sympathizing with a fictional vampire by the end of the night, suddenly understanding the struggle on a deeply personal level.
Valko, who noticed how shy and introverted you were, but also how your entire face lit up whenever someone genuinely asked about your interests. He immediately weaponized this knowledge by peppering you with question after question during the break, listening to every word as though each answer was the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.
Valko, who became deeply offended during the second film when you quietly fangirl over Jacob. He starts nitpicking every scene Jacob appears in, pointing out more and more ways a real werewolf would not behave like that. His criticism became increasingly specific, suspiciously passionate, and oddly informed
Valko, who had to fight cuteness aggression when after his long ramble about how werewolves are portrayed all wrong in media, you tilted your head at him with your big eyes and completely dismantled his argument with a soft “But he has fluffy ears.” He had to look away for a second.
Valko, who silently wondered if you would react the same to his ears.
Valko, who offered to walk you home because it is dark and you should not be alone. And definitely not because he wanted just a little more time with you. Absolutely not.
Valko, who mentally applauded you when you stopped outside an apartment complex he knew wasn't yours. A safety precaution. Smart. Very smart. He simply smiled, wished you goodnight, and walked away without a second glance so you wouldn't have to awkwardly pretend to search for your keys while waiting for him to leave.
Valko, who immediately climbed onto the nearest rooftop the moment he rounded the corner and followed you from above anyway, making sure you safely got home.
Valko, who spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if his ears are fluffier than Jacob’s.
Valko, who became the target of endless family jokes after his cousin caught him examining himself in the mirror and heard him absentmindedly mumble "Are they fluffy enough?" No amount of threatening stares could erase that moment from family history
Valko, who continued monitoring your online activity and just so happened to start appearing at places you frequented until exchanging phone numbers with him felt completely natural. You didn't need to know he'd already memorized your number weeks ago and had to actively resist texting you first.
Valko, who started to bombard you with texts, because he needs to share every single second of his day with you.
Valko, who quickly learned all your favorite games and spent all his free time (And sometimes even his work time. Chairman priveleges.) to play them and learn everything about them.
Valko, who intentionally got obscure lore details wrong just to watch you burst out of your shell and passionately explain exactly why he's incorrect. He just wanted to hear you talk.
Valko, who spent days making mods for your favorite game, adding features you absolutely needed, fixing bugs that had been plaguing the game for a decade now, and then sending the developers an absurdly detailed bug report with screenshots, steps to recreate the bug, three different solutions, two follow-up notes and a passive-aggressive little “hope this helps.”
Valko, who discovered that your apartment building allows pets and spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering whether turning into a giant wolf and pretending to be a stray would increase his chances of receiving head pats.
Valko, who accidentally developed an entire internal ranking system for your smiles. Tiny smile? Good. Laugh? Excellent. Snort-laugh? Achievement unlocked. Full-body wheezing because of one of his dumb jokes? He'll be riding that high for the next month.
Valko, who somehow always knows when you've had a bad day before you even say anything. You assume he's incredibly emotionally perceptive. In reality, stress literally changes your scent.
Valko, who had to exercise an inhuman level of restraint the first time he stepped into your apartment to stop himself from openly sniffing everything. Every blanket, every pillow, a hoodie draped over a chair... they all smelled like you. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to bury his face in your couch cushions.
Valko, who suddenly got very cold and used the blanket on your couch “to keep warm.” In reality it was the perfect excuse to wrap himself in your scent and pretend that was completely normal behavior.
Valko, who preferred to sit cross-legged on the floor by your legs, claiming it was more comfortable whenever you tried to usher him onto the couch with you.
Valko, who somehow always ended up leaning against your legs while sitting on the floor. He didn't even realize he was doing it until you casually rested your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while standing up.
Valko, who began dragging you out of your apartment at every possible opportunity, claiming you needed sunlight.
Valko, who, despite his golden retriever energy, somehow always found the quietest café or the most secluded bookstore whenever your social battery started running low. He could somehow tell before even you realized you were getting overwhelmed.
Valko, who stood just behind your shoulder whenever strangers bothered you on the street, silently staring without blinking. If they still refused to take the hint, the corners of his lips would slowly curl upward just enough to reveal his canines, accompanied by a low, almost inaudible growl that somehow made people suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be.
Valko, who nearly short-circuited the first time you absentmindedly called him "good boy" after he fixed your computer. He froze. Completely. You blinked at him in confusion while he desperately fought every instinct telling him to wag something he definitely did not have in human form.
Valko, who reacted to the sound of a snack bag opening like it was a dinner bell. No matter where he was, he would appear instantly.
Valko, who was suddenly very grateful for your chaotic sleep schedule because it meant he could spend almost the entire night playing games with you, watching movies, or simply existing in comfortable silence while you both ignored the fact that it was somehow four in the morning.
Valko, who challenged you to games over the last chocolate milk in your fridge every single time, but still shared it with you no matter the outcome.
Valko, who completely short-circuited during one of your movie nights when you absentmindedly started playing with his hair. His eyes slowly drifted shut before snapping back open as every instinct screamed at him to shift and flop into your lap. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting unnaturally still.
Valko, who became irrationally competitive with every dog you stopped to pet during walks. "He's cute." "He's drooling." "He's a bulldog, Valko." "Exactly."
Valko, who instinctively positioned himself between you and every large dog that barked at you. Most of them stopped barking the moment they looked at him. Their owners found it very strange.
Valko, who knew the exact moment you realized you liked him, even if you were too shy to say it out loud.
Valko, who became increasingly affectionate afterward, always finding little excuses to bump shoulders with you, sit a bit closer or casually drape an arm over your shoulders.
Valko, who would occasionally stare blankly at a wall for several minutes. If questioned, he would insist he was thinking about work. In reality, he was trying to figure out how exactly one tells the person they like, "By the way, I'm a werewolf."
Valko, who took you for a hike in the forest to clear his mind in a more familiar and comforting surroundings.
Valko, who did not expect a pack of wolves to suddenly cross your path and completely ignore his warning stare, instead snarling at both of you.
Valko, who heard your frightened yelp and lost all reason. His ears and tail appeared and he loudly growled, staring at the wolves, until they backed down and retreated.
Valko, who caught a hint of satisfaction from the wolves before they disappeared. Were they trying to help him?
Valko, whose heart stopped, when he realized that his secret was out.
Valko, who slowly turned to you with slumped shoulders, a tail hanging lifelessly behind him, and ears flattened against his head. He plopped onto the ground in a futile attempt to make himself smaller.
Valko, whose eyes kept darting between you and the ground, looking like a kicked puppy. You were sure you could even hear a quiet whine from him.
Valko, who forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, when you carefully traced his ears with your fingertips before giggling and scratching at the base of his ear just right.
Valko, whose entire worldview shifted the moment he realized your immediate response to discovering he was a werewolf wasn't fear. It was “You're so fluffy.” He was going to marry you. Immediately.
Valko, who from that day forward, was no longer trying to hide his wolfish tendencies at all, because apparently you thought they were adorable and he had no self-control whatsoever.
Wallflower anon here! Unfortunately, I still get distracted or zone out even without earphones in public which is still a problem 🤣
You understand why it didn't occur to me too that it's suggestive 😂
I absolutely hate cleaning and dust so cleaning is always torture to me 😩
Agreed! Zayne deserves all the desserts 🍪 🎂🍧🍨🍦🥧🍰🍮🧁🍫🍩
As much as I do love Rafayel, I won't be able to take him when he's being drama queen mode too! He's just too much 😅 I love this trope where someone looks reaally harmless, but in reality can kill someone without batting an eye too!
Xavier has the duality of a man which is fantastic 😍 He can be sweet or spicy 😇😈
Valko is so sweet and charming that my cautious side couldn't resist him 🫠 Only after he has my number and left, my paranoia took over in fear of making a mistake I would regret later XD
EXACTLY 💯 He's puppy coded that I can't help but think I can trust him which doesn't help that I already love dogs 🐕 I hope Valko gets released too 😭
I zone out everytime I go out alone 🤣
People always tease me that I constantly walk past them with a blank face. I'm sorry, if I am not meeting with anyone, I only notice other people enough not to bump into them 🤣
Val is just a silly puppy 😍 Which is frightening. He is a striking contrast to all LIs. He is way too happy. And he even has an extended family. People like that hide the darkest secrets and an enormous amount of pain behind a smile. I expect infold to shove an abysmal amount of glass down our throats if when we get him.
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