For the Valko requests, I would love to see some cute family fluff between MC, Valko, his cousins, grandma, and his sister (I think he had a sister in his lore, correct me if I am wrong), because I want to see how MC would get along with Valko's family. 🐺
𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄
synopsis: when valko brings you home for the first time, he warns you about everything: his grandmother’s food, his sister’s stare, his cousin’s stories, the family jokes that always cut too close. he forgets to warn you that love in his house is not gentle or quiet, but loud, practical, mercilessly observant, and served warm at the kitchen table.
cw/tw: valko x reader. very soft domestic fluff. light family teasing.
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Valko lost his nerve three steps from the door.
It was a small death, but you saw it happen; the brave lift of his chin, the twitch in his jaw, the small, tragic collapse of his entire face when a crash came from inside the house.
His hand tightened around yours.
“Dobro,” he said.
Another crash.
From inside, and older woman called, “If that's my good plate, I will put someone in the ground before supper.”
Valko closed his eyes. You turned toward him.
He opened one eyes. “She loves plates.”
“More than people?”
“Depends on the people.”
You laughed before you could stop yourself, and relief moved through him all at once, softening his shoulders, loosening the frightened line of his mouth. He'd been nervous all morning. Badly nervous. Valko, who could grin with blood on his teeth and make danger look like a door he'd simply forgotten to knock on, had spent the whole walk here giving you warnings no sane person could have prepared for.
Do not let Mika read your palm. He makes things up and then believes them.
Do not compliment Baba's curtains unless you want curtains.
Do not say you're full.
And, most importantly, if anyone mentions the soup incident, Valko had said, grave as a condemned man, they're lying.
You had asked what the soup incident was.
He had started to walk faster.
Now he stood before the old wooden door with your fingers caught in his, trying to look calm and producing, somehow, the exact expression of a wolf about to be bathed.
“Valko,” you said softly.
“Yes?”
“You're shaking.”
“I'm not shaking.”
“You are.”
“I’m containing myself.”
“From what?”
“Hereditary embarrassment.”
The door flew open.
A girl about his age stood on the other side, dark-eyed and grinning, with flour on her cheek and murder in her posture. She took one look at Valko’s hand around yours, then lifted her gaze to his face with the slow delight of someone finding a knife exactly where she had hoped one would be.
A slow smile cut across her face.
“Oh,” she smirked. “So this is why you changed your shirt twice.”
Valko made a sound. Small, wounded, entirely unlike a wolf.
“I changed once.”
“You changed twice. The first shirt was the blue one. The second was the one that made you look like you were going to court. This...This is the third.”
His ears went red.
The woman held out her hand to you. “Milena. His sister.”
“Unfortunately,” Valko added.
“Fortunately. Without me, you'd still think soap is optional in winter.”
“It isn't optional.”
“Because of me.”
You took Milena's hand. Her grip was warm, firm, and full of judgement she hadn't yet decided to use.
Behind her, the house breathed out heat. Bread, onions, some in old wood, something sweet cooling on a counter. There were voices everywhere, layered and crossing. One person laughing while another complained, a child humming under a table, chairs scraping, a kettle whistling like a bird losing patience.
Milena stepped aside. “Come in before Baba starts saying we were raised by wolves.”
Valko muttered, “We were.”
She looked at him. “And still, some of us learned manners.”
You crossed the threshold. The house was smaller than the noise made it seem, or maybe the noise had simply learned to fill every corner. Framed photographs climbed the walls in crooked rows. Herbs hung drying above the kitchen window. Nothing matched, and yet everything looked touched, mended, argued over... kept.
Valko leaned close as he helped you out of your coat.
“Last chance,” he whispered. “We can run.”
You looked past him to where an old woman stood near the stove, hands folded over her apron, watching you with bright, wolfish eyes.
“Too late,” you whispered back. “I think she heard you.”
“I hear everything,” the old woman said.
Valko went still.
Milena smiled into her shoulder.
The old woman crossed the kitchen with the slow authority of someone who had ruled this house before any of them had teeth. She was small, broad in the shoulders, silver-haired, with flour on her wrist and no softness wasted in her face. The softness, you realised, was elsewhere. In the bread covered by a towel, in the chair pulled out before you reached it, in the way Valko lowered his head without being asked when she came close.
“Baba,” he said, and for the first time that day, his voice lost its jokes.
She, of course, ignored him.
Instead, she took your face between both hands.
Her palms smelled of rosemary, yeast, and soap. Her thumbs rested beneath your cheekbones, and for one strange second the whole house seemed to lean closer. The cousins, the kettle, the old boards, even Valko, holding his breath beside you.
“So,” Baba Vesna said. “You are the reason he forgets to eat.”
“I eat,” Valko protested.
Teta Marika appeared by the stove, wooden spoon in hand. “You came here last week, opened the pantry, stared at a sack of potatoes for six minutes, then said, ‘I wonder what she’s doing.’”
“That was taken out of context.”
“What was the context?” you asked, because love had made you brave and terrible.
Valko looked betrayed. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
A boy leaning backwards on his chair nearly lost balance from laughing, another cousin caught the chair by its back without looking up from peeling an apple.
Baba Vesna patted your cheek once and released you. “Sit, dušo. Eat something before my family embarrass me properly.”
Valko gave a strangled laugh. “Before?”
No one listened to him.
You were placed at the long wooden table as if the decision had been made before you arrived. A bowl appeared, then bread, then butter, then a small plate of pickled vegetables. Teta Marika, Valko's aunt, kissed the air beside your cheeks and took the small gift you had brought. Mika announced that he already knew your favourite colour from Valko’s face. Luka told him that was the stupidest sentence ever spoken in the kitchen, which Mika accepted as praise. The little one beneath the table emerged, solemn and bread-dusted, and introduced himself as Niko.
“Are you going to marry him?” Niko asked.
Valko walked directly into the side of a chair.
The whole kitchen paused. You pressed your lips together.
Milena leaned against the doorway, radiant with cruelty. “Careful, Niko. Val only has two knees.”
“Niko,” Teta Marika turned from the stove, wooden spoon in hand. “We ask guests if they want juice first.”
Niko nodded, absorbing this etiquette with grave importance. “Do you want juice before you marry him?”
Valko covered his face with both hands. You bit down on your smile so hard it almost hurt. This wasn't what you had expected.
Some foolish, frightened part of you had imagined a den in the old sense. Teeth, watchful eyes, a family arranged around blood and law, waiting to decide whether your bones could be allowed near theirs. Valko had never spoken of them casually. Whenever he said home, something tender and embarrassed moved through him, as though the word itself had fingers and knew exactly where to touch.
Now you sat beneath a crooked lamp while his grandmother tore bread with her hands and put the first piece on your plate.
“Eat,” Baba Vesna said.
You obeyed.
The bread was warm enough to steam between your fingers. The crust cracked softly, butter melted into it in golden lines. Across the table, Valko watched you take the first bite as if your mouth held judgment from heaven.
You chewed. Swallowed.
“It’s delicious.”
Baba Vesna clicked her tongue. “Of course it is wonderful. I made it.”
Mika leaned towards you. “He talked about you after the market yesterday.”
Valko’s hand hit the table. “No.”
“Yes, you did” Luka said sticking his tongue out.
“No.”
“You said, and I quote, 'she chooses fruit with such care'.”
The table went quiet for half a breath, your hand stilled around the bread. Valko looked at Luka as if betrayal had entered the room wearing his cousin’s face.
“That was private.”
“You said it in the kitchen.”
“That makes it private.”
Milena sat across from you and rested her chin in her hand. “He also said you have kind hands.”
Valko’s mouth opened, nothing came out. Your heart did something foolish inside your chest.
The teasing had worked him bright and flustered, but beneath it, something softer trembled. He was embarrassed, yes. Horribly, so. Beautifully, so. Yet the thing underneath was more dangerous than shame. This was exposure. A curtain pulled open in a room he had spent so long keeping dim.
He had spoken of you here.
At this table. In this warm, loud house. To these people who teased him because they knew what he looked like with no armour on. He had brought you home long before he ever brought your body through the door.
Baba Vesna filled your bowl with soup.
“He was always like this,” she said.
“Baba, please.”
“He was a strange child,” she said.
Valko groaned. “Please.”
“A sweet child,” Teta Marika corrected.
“A dramatic child,” Luka said.
“A biting child,” Milena added.
Valko pointed at her. “You bit first.”
“You looked biteable.”
“You see what I mean?” Valko turned to you with helpless outrage. “This is what I survived.”
There was love in it, the kind that had been cooked too long and reduced into something strong enough to stain. They spoke to him as if they had known every version of him and chosen, again and again, to keep putting food in front of whichever one came home.
You looked at him while he argued with Mika about whether a stolen spoon counted as a childhood trauma.
He caught you looking. For a moment, the noise thinned.
There he was.
Valko with his hair refusing every law of decency. Valko trying so hard to survive his own family and failing beautifully. His eyes met yours with a nervous brightness that made you want to reach across the table and be cruel to every fear that had ever found him.
Then Niko pointed his spoon at you.
“Are you keeping him?”
The kitchen stopped.
Valko made a tiny sound into his bowl.
Milena closed her eyes as if praying for patience and finding none. “Niko.”
“What? Mika said maybe she is keeping him.”
His gaze dropped to the table, to the bread by his hand, to the small old cuts in the wood. The blush still clung to him, but it had changed into something quieter now. Hope, perhaps. Or terror wearing hope’s coat.
You could have laughed. Everyone would have let you. It would have been easy to throw the question back into the room like a toy and watch them tear it apart.
Instead, beneath the table, you found Valko’s hand.
His fingers closed around yours at once.
“I’d like to,” you said.
The house held itself still for half a breath.
Then Baba Vesna nodded, once, as if some old contract had been signed in soup and honey.
“Good,” she said. “He is difficult, but warm.”
Valko bowed his head.
His shoulders shook.
At first you thought he was upset. Then you realised he was laughing, quietly, helplessly, with one hand over his mouth and the other holding yours under the table like he meant to keep it there until winter.
Mika groaned. “Ah, look at him. Finished. Completely finished.”
Milena reached for the pickles. “Good. He needed finishing.”
Teta Marika smiled into her tea. “Eat more, zlato. You will need strength.”
“For Valko?” you asked.
“For all of us.”
Dinner became less a meal than a storm with chairs.
Bowls moved, hands reached, stories climbed over one another and died unfinished because someone remembered a better accusation. Luka asked you practical questions in a calm voice: where you liked to walk, whether Valko had shown you the old river path, whether he still pretended not to like sweet things. Mika tried to read your palm and declared that you were fated to own a troublesome dog.
“That's just Valko,” Milena said.
“I am not a dog.”
“True,” Luka said. “Dogs listen.”
Valko began quietly placing the best pieces of food on your plate.
A soft carrot, the inside of the bread, a dumpling he pretended to move away from himself and somehow abandoned beside your spoon. He was not subtle. He had never been subtle. He was a wolf trying to hide a whole deer behind a napkin.
You noticed on the fourth offering.
His family noticed on the first.
Baba Vesna said nothing until Valko tried to give you the last honey cake. Then she leaned back in her chair and looked at him over her tea.
“Ah,” she said.
Valko froze.
It was one syllable. It landed like a bell.
“What?” he said.
“No, no.” She waved him off. “Continue. Starve for romance. Very noble.”
Mika threw his head back.
You picked up the honey cake before Valko could die at the table and broke it in two, placing half on his plate. “There,” you said. “No starving.”
He looked at the cake.
Then he looked at you.
His expression opened in a way that made the room, somehow, feel too small for your heart. It opened with that unguarded, bewildered softness he sometimes gave you when kindness arrived before he had prepared himself to receive it.
Milena saw it.
Her teasing quieted.
For a moment, she only watched him with something old and protective in her face.
Then she stood. “Come help me with plates.”
Valko blinked. “Me?”
“Her.” Milena pointed at you.
Valko frowned. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“That's not a reason.”
“It has worked on you for years.”
You rose before he could protest again. Milena took two plates from the table and handed you none of them, which told you at once that this had nothing to do with helping.
She led you down a narrow hallway lined with photographs.
Behind you, Valko’s voice rose. “Do not interrogate her.”
The hallway smelled faintly of beeswax and dried herbs. The noise of the kitchen softened behind you, still there, still golden, but now wrapped in walls. Milena stopped by a window overlooking the yard and leaned her hip against the sill.
For the first time all evening, she let the smile leave her face.
“He likes you,” she said.
You smiled gently. “I got that impression.”
“No.” Her eyes flicked towards the kitchen. “He likes people easily. He likes old men who tell bad stories, stray cats that scratch him, children who throw rocks at windows because they want attention. Valko is built stupid that way.”
A laugh escaped you.
Milena folded her arms.
“He brings things home,” she continued. “Broken things, angry things. Things he thinks no one else will be gentle with.” Her gaze moved towards the kitchen, where Valko’s voice lifted in protest. “He does not bring people home.”
Your throat tightened.
From the kitchen, Valko shouted, “It wasn't soup. It was stew.”
Mika shouted back, “Stew cannot make a grown man cry.”
“I was overwhelmed by flavour.”
Milena closed her eyes for one second. “Bože, give me strength.”
You laughed softly.
She looked at you again, sharper now.
“He was nervous all week,” she said. “Changed his shirt three times. Asked me if the house smelled too much like onions. Asked Luka if his laugh was strange. Asked Baba if she could please not tell the story about the goat.”
“The goat?”
“Later.” A faint smile touched her mouth. “Maybe never.”
You glanced back towards the kitchen.
He had asked if his laugh was strange.
Something in you ached with such tenderness that it almost felt like anger.
You looked down.
“He didn’t need to worry,”
“He is clumsy with precious things,” she said. “Because he thinks his hands are only good for breaking them, even when he is careful. Especially then.”
“So be kind,” she said. “Or be cruel quickly. He will survive either, but I prefer to know which one I’m dealing with.”
There it was.
The knife under the table. The love with its teeth intact. You didn't resent her for it, you thought, strangely, that you liked her more for it.
“I’m not here to hurt him,”
“Most people aren’t, at first.”
“Milena.”
Milena’s gaze narrowed.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with him,” you admitted.
“With any of this,” you continued. “He makes everything feel…” You searched for the word and hated every pretty one that came. Fated. Wild. Tender. All too polished for the mess he made of your heart. “He makes everything feel like I’ve been walking past a door my whole life, and he is the idiot who opened it with his shoulder.”
Milena stared at you.
Then she laughed once, sharp and startled.
“Oh,” she said. “You’re gone too.”
You looked down, caught.
She seemed satisfied. “Good.”
“Is that approval?”
“That is me deciding not to be difficult.”
“You were being difficult?”
“Dušo,” she said, and now her smile had teeth in it, “I was being polite.”
When you returned to the kitchen, Valko was waiting near the doorway as if he had tried to remain seated and failed.
His eyes moved from you to Milena. “What did you say to her?”
Milena walked past him. “That you were adopted.”
“I’m not.”
“Emotionally, you're a wet dog we found in the rain.”
He watched her go, wounded on principle, then turned to you with genuine concern. “What did she actually say?”
You reached up and brushed flour from his sleeve. “That you’re warm.”
“That was Baba.”
“Family consensus.”
His mouth twitched. “You are enjoying this.”
“I am.”
“You were supposed to be intimidated.”
“By Mika?”
“By the bloodline. The history. The general atmosphere of teeth.”
“Mika told me my palm says I’ll own a dog.”
Valko sighed.
You reached up and plucked the dish towel from his shoulder. “You have flour on your sleeve.”
He looked down, surprised, as if his own body had been making decisions without him. Then he looked back at you, and the kitchen noise faded once more, though this time it was only the two of you making the world small.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
The question was casual enough for anyone else to miss the tremor underneath. You heard it. The naked, waiting part. You thought of his hand shaking outside the door. Baba Vesna taking your face between her palms, of bread steaming in your fingers, of honey cake divided in two, of Milena saying he doesn't bring people home.
“I’m all right,” you said. “Are you?”
Valko smiled too quickly. “I’m alive.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
His smile softened.
For once, he did not joke immediately. It cost him something. You could see it in the way his fingers flexed at his side, reaching for mischief and finding courage instead.
“I wanted them to like you,” he said. “I wanted you to like them.”
“I do”
“I wanted…” He stopped, then laughed under his breath. “I don’t know. Something stupid.”
He looked towards the kitchen, where his family had resumed their noise without mercy. Mika was accusing Luka of stealing the larger piece of cake. Baba Vesna had taken down a tin from the highest shelf, probably containing either biscuits or secrets.
“Valko, stop hiding her. I have photographs.”
Horror returned to his face with magnificent speed.
“No.”
“Yes,”
“No photographs.”
“Naked baby photos,” Mika added.
Valko went pale. “You do not have those.”
Teta Marika’s voice drifted after him, serene and deadly. “We have everything.”
He grabbed your hand. “We’re leaving.”
You let him pull you three steps before Baba Vesna appeared in the doorway holding a small album to her chest.
“Sit,” she said.
Valko sat.
It was remarkable how quickly a wolf could become a grandson.
For the next hour, they showed you the evidence of his life.
Valko missing two front teeth and glaring at the camera as though betrayed by dentistry. Valko asleep under the table with one hand buried in a dog’s fur. Valko at thirteen, all elbows and outrage, holding a fish half his size while crying because he had to put it back.
There was Valko covered in mud, Valko wearing a paper crown, Valko with Milena’s arm hooked around his neck while he pretended to hate her and leaned into her anyway. Valko standing beside Baba Vesna in the garden, holding a basket of tomatoes like he had been entrusted with the fate of nations.
Each photograph was another small door.
You had known him in pieces: the grin, the hunger, the awkward tenderness, the jokes he threw like branches over deep water. Here was the rest of him. Here was the child who had survived becoming himself because these hands had fed him, scolded him, dragged him upright, and remembered his softness when he tried to outgrow it.
At some point, while everyone argued over whether the goat incident happened before or after the soup incident, Valko bent close to you.
“You don’t have to keep looking,” he murmured.
You turned a page.
A tiny Valko stared up from the album, holding a wooden spoon like a sword.
“Yes,” you said. “I do.”
He stared at you.
Then, very briefly, he rested his forehead against your shoulder.
It lasted only a second. A shy, exhausted surrender. No one commented on it, though you knew every person in the room saw. That seemed to be another house rule. They would mock the wound, yes, but they protected the pulse.
Later, when the cups were cleared and the album returned to its shelf of holy embarrassments, you stepped outside for air.
The yard was cold, dark and soft around the edges. Herbs grew beneath the window, yhe old trees leaned towards the house as if listening. Behind you, the kitchen glowed gold, laughter pressing against the glass.
Valko followed after a moment, closing the door carefully behind him.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
You looked at him. “For what?”'
“The interrogation. The photographs. Mika. The marriage question. The soup litigation.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Milena.”
“I like Milena.”
“That means she behaved.”
“She said she was being polite.”
He winced. “Then she liked you.”
You leaned back against the porch railing, and he stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets, rocking once on his heels like he wanted to come closer and had forgotten the law of his own body.
Through the window, you could see Baba Vesna pretending to wipe the table while watching you both with shameless interest. You lifted a hand and waved.
She waved back.
Valko turned, saw her, and groaned. “For the love of...Baba.”
“She loves you.”
“That's her usual excuse for crimes.”
“It’s a good one.”
He looked back at you, and the teasing left him slowly, piece by piece. Out here, with the house at his back, he seemed caught between the wild thing and the loved thing. The wolf and the boy in the paper crown. The man who had brought you to the threshold with shaking hands and still tried to joke like fear could be made harmless if he gave it a funny name.
“Did you mean it?” he asked.
“Which part?”
“When Niko asked if you were keeping me.”
The question came lightly, too lightly. A feather laid over a blade.
You reached for him.
This time, Valko did not hesitate. He came into your space at once, as if pulled by a string tied somewhere behind his ribs. His hands settled at your waist, careful at first, then warmer when you didn't move away.
“I meant it,”
His eyes searched yours.
“For tonight?”
“For longer than that.”
He didn't kiss you immediately. Somehow, that made it worse. He stood there and let the answer enter him, slowly, like someone opening the door to a room he had been told was empty and finding it lit.
Inside, Mika yelled, “Are they kissing?”
Valko dropped his forehead to your shoulder.
“Leave them. He is finally being normal.”
You laughed.
He looked at you then, and the last of his embarrassment broke open into something bright, something almost boyish
“Welcome home,” he said, very softly.
You touched his cheek.
Behind him, the old house breathed and creaked and held its golden noise. Inside, his family waited with tea, teeth, stories, and a place at the table already made yours.
a/n: just a short drabble because im in mourning ~ bring back valko, i'm so disappointed and won't be logging into the game for a long time. but i'll continue writing and making art to deal with this gaping hole in my heart :<
content warnings: none
"Hey sweets!"
"Yeah?"
"C'mere for a sec!"
You quickly secure the back of your necklace and head out of the bathroom.
"Hmm?"
Valko spins around in his desk chair, he opens his arms wide.
You smile. It only takes a few steps before his arms are wrapped around you. You giggle as you're brought to his lap and feel him nuzzling his cheek again yours.
"Break time?" you ask.
"Yeah," he sighs, nosing at your hair.
"Good. You need a break," you remind him softly. Of course Valko's research is extremely important, but resting his eyes after hours of screen time is too. Eye strain really sucks.
"But now I don't want to get back to work," he grumbles. Then he's eyeing you with mock suspicion. "And where are you off to, looking so pretty?"
"Getting us a reward."
His ears perk up in interest even as he says, "what would be more rewarding than having my pretty girl here with me?"
"What is chocolate?" you ask, in the cadence of a trivia player. "Someone's been ravaging the supplies. It's like a wolf broke in." You laugh as he pouts, ears flattening against your fingers as you pet his hair.
"My bad."
"It's no big deal. I'm just going to pop down and grab some while I get the rest of our groceries."
"Remember to use my card this time." He nips at your shoulder and you squish his face in retaliation.
"Anything other requests, Val?"
"Yeah, actually, there is something else."
"And what's that?"
You're swinging your legs off the sides of his when he secures you back onto his lap. "There's still five minutes left of my break. Stay with me?"
pairing: bf!Valko x gn!reader
synopsis: you wake up from a nightmare where valko disappeared, leaving you alone. thankfully, he's lying by your side when you wake up...
cw: fluff, hurt/comfort ig, petnames, established relationship
wc: 1.5k
a/n: yes this is my way of coping
Valko masterlist (wip!)
Valko was gone.
He had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.
You woke up to an unusually empty and cold bed. So you got up, searching the bathroom instead, calling out to him by the nickname you knew he secretly loved despite acting against it. But he was nowhere to be seen.
You tried calling him or sending him a text, but you couldn’t find his contact in your phone anymore.
So you tried social media, but you couldn't even find his account. Even after looking his username up.
The pit in your stomach only grew deeper and heavier as you rushed out of your bathroom, making your way to your entrance, throwing on the first pair of shoes you could find, grabbing your keys, and leaving. You noted the fact that his boots weren’t at your entrance anymore.
Arriving at his place, you walked up the luxurious modern driveway and pulled out the spare set of keys to his place he’d made for you. But the door didn’t open, or budge. The key didn’t even fit into the lock.
But in your panicked state of denial, you continue forcing the key into the hole, until the door opens from the other side.
You look up, expecting to be met with your 6’2 hunk of a boyfriend. Maybe in loungewear, with his glasses resting low on his nose, a book in hand.
Instead, an older woman looked at you with fear, disgust, and confusion all at once.
“Can I help you?” she asks condescendingly.
You stutter, still shocked.
“If you’re just going to stand there, then get off my property. I won’t hesitate to call the police.” she huffs.
Her property? What the hell was she talking about?
“Go on then.” she shoos you away, closing the heavy wooden door right in your face.
You remain standing there, baffled, before slowly turning around and looking at the cars in the driveway. Three sleek Mercedes’. And Valko’s jeep was nowhere in sight.
Your hands start trembling as you slowly make your way back to your own car. Shutting the door behind you once you sit in the driver’s seat, you pull out your phone again.
You decide to call his aunt. Surely she’d know where he was.
You sigh in relief once she picks up, and immediately ask her about Valko’s whereabouts, without even bothering to greet her properly.
She’s quiet on the other side of the line before speaking. “... Who?”
Your mouth falls agape ever so slightly, and your eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Valko. Do you know where he is? I’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”
She’s quiet again, but this time breaks her silence with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, did you hit your head? Who’s Valko?”
The hand holding your phone up to your ear falls in your lap, as tears start to well in your bottom eyelids.
Although you’re not on speaker, you can still faintly hear the sound of her voice.
“Y/N? Are you still there?” she questions, before laughing again. “I swear if this is another one of your pranks―”
You hang up before she can finish her sentence.
You stare down at your phone, and click on your camera roll.
There are no photos of him. There are no videos of him. Your album of him is gone.
Valko is gone.
Lost on what to do, you break down. The tears instantly stream down your face, hot and heavy. Your heartbroken sobs echo through your car. You fold in on yourself, leaning forward until your forehead rests against the steering wheel. The cries that rip out of your throat only get louder as you close your eyes, blinking the tears away.
The next thing you know, you’re in bed again. The sheets cling to your body due to the sweat rolling down your back. It’s humid, and sticky, and you feel as though you’re suffocating.
You immediately sit up and tear the covers off of you to catch your breath.
That’s when you realize… Valko. Where is he?
Your gaze drops down to your right.
There he is. Lying down with an arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his chest.
You nearly pounce on him, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and shaking him awake.
“Valko! Come on, wake up, please―” you mutter, your voice raspy and broken as you start tearing up again.
But he doesn’t budge. You pray it’s just him being his usual heavy sleeper self, and continue trying to wake him up.
Eventually, he starts to stir, eyelashes fluttering open.
You stop your motion and stare down at him with wide eyes, and tear streaks adorning your cheeks.
Once his vision focuses and he takes in your appearance, he immediately sits up.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, large hands already moving to cup your face.
But the second you feel his warm touch again, the dam breaks and you sob even more. Your hands move to rest against his own, as you lean into his palms. “I―” you start but choke on your words.
His golden eyes dart back and forth between yours. “Hey, it’s okay, take your time. Use your words.”
You sniffle repeatedly, catching your breath. He continues wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, remaining silent.
Once you feel more calm, you speak up. “You were gone… you left–you left me.”
Now it’s his turn to frown, but he still says nothing.
“You left. Like you never even existed.” your breath hitches. “I tried calling you but I couldn’t find your contact on my phone—and there was an old rude lady living at your house, and I called auntie to ask about you and she was acting like she didn’t even know you.” you ramble, your words occasionally getting cut off with your sobs and voice cracks.
He lets out the breath he was holding before pulling you in. You immediately bury your face into his chest.
“I’m here, baby.” He whispered against your ear. “You hear my heartbeat? Smell me?” he presses kisses to your head. “I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere.”
Pressing your ear to the spot right over his heart, you listen to it beat against his ribcage, focusing on the familiar and comforting rhythm. Your crying eventually ceases, and you’re left hiccuping and letting out deep breaths.
His hands continue caressing up and down your back until he feels you’ve really calmed down.
You’re the first to pull away, and you wipe your tears while staring down at your lap.
He notices how distant you look and cups your jaw with one hand to make you look up at him.
“Feelin’ better?” he asks, eyes unusually soft.
You slowly look up to meet his eyes and shrug.
“It was just a bad dream, ‘kay? I’m not leaving you.” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Ever.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up so your foreheads touch, and you breathe him in. You immediately bask in his warm, inviting scent that you swore could wake you up from a coma. “... Promise?”
“I promise.” he whispers against your skin, letting his words sink in.
You look up at him through your wet lashes. He stares down at you in silence, his eyes half-lidded, before slowly and carefully leaning down. You try to meet him halfway and lean into him as well, closing your eyes.
But instead of pressing his lips against your own, he swipes his tongue against the corner of your left eye, licking your tears away.
Your eyes snap back open and you stare at him in shock. “Valko.” you reprimand, yet your voice is soft and still exhausted.
He pulls back, and looks as though he’s deep in thought. “Salty.” he finally comments, the corners of his lips tilting into a smirk.
You continue to stare at him with parted lips. “... You’re gross.” you scoff.
But he’s quick to lean in and lick the tears from your other eye. You yelp, moving away and trying to push him off, giggling in the process.
His hands move to grab your waist, pushing you back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you.
You shield your face from him, arms coming up to hide it.
His fingers slip under your shirt to tickle your skin, making your defenses drop. He takes the opportunity to lean in again and lick an annoyingly long stripe up the side of your face, tracing the tear tracks on it.
Your laughter echoes through the bedroom as your legs start kicking up in all directions. “Valko, enough!”
He continues for a good two minutes before finally stopping. You’re caged between his biceps, staring up at him, while you try to catch your breath. He’s slightly winded too, and some of his hair has fallen on his forehead.
“... I love you.” he mutters.
Your heart squeezes painfully, and you cup his face with both hands, caressing his jawline. “I love you too.” you respond.
He leans down, lips finally pressing against your own.
Reminding you that he was real, present, and that nothing would ever change that.
I have always enjoyed creating content because i genuinely love the game and the lovely community. My goal has always been to share that passion through art that brings excitement and enjoyment to fellow players.
I was deeply disappointed by the recent announcement. Many players were eagerly looking forward to valko, and the sudden decision has left a large part of the community feeling disheartened. Seeing so many passionate players affected by this has also been difficult for me as a creator, I sincerely hope it gets resolved soon. I truly want to continue creating content that brings positivity.
what happens when you forget to say "i love you" to them?
⟡ content—zayne/valko/sylus x fem!reader; soft and sweet; the boys being desperate for your attention; 400-500 words each
⟡ a/n—i needed to include valko as well, at least my best impression of him </3
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⟡ 𝒁𝑨𝒀𝑵𝑬
Carpooling with Zayne in the mornings made the start of your day a lot more bearable. Especially today as you prepared for the mountain of work that awaited you at the Association. Staring at the traffic ahead, the radio played on in the background:
In collaboration with the Hunters Association, law enforcement has made several arrests within the past few days linked to an illegal Protocore trading ring, we will keep you updated on—
Zayne switched the channel. Calming music began to play instead.
“Well, I was wondering when they were going to release it to the news,” you commented, sinking down into the car seat with a sigh. You looked over at Zayne, his sharp features fixed on the where he was driving.
“Zayne, how do you do it?”
His eyes flicked to yours for a moment as he reached a red light.
“Do what?”
“Report writing,” you groaned, elongating each syllable for maximum exhaustion.
He chuckled softly. “I don’t doubt your writing ability.” He paused, considering his next words, “but it does help to break big responsibilities into smaller, manageable tasks.”
The Hunters Association building grew nearer. So too did your weariness, despite the day not even having started yet. Zayne parked the car by the pavement. You hoisted your bag over your shoulder ready to leave. The thanks you were about to give Zayne was interrupted as you turned to see him holding your phone, which had been abandoned in the cupholder.
“Wait, you forgot something,” he said waving your phone.
You gasp, reaching out to thankfully take it from him.
“It would’ve been bad leaving that behind,” you exclaimed. “Thank you, Zayne, have a good day!”
“Isn’t there one more thing you’re forgetting?” he added.
Scattered as your brain was, you missed the glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Am I?” you frowned, rummaging through your bag. “Uhm, let’s see, I have my wallet, my laptop, my lunch…”
You felt a cool touch against your chin, gentle fingers guiding your face. Zayne turned you towards him. His lips met yours in a soft kiss. As he pulled away, he was satisfied at watching your expression relax into a surprised smile. It was a small gesture to help make you feel better before work.
“I love you,” he whispered, “Remember to take breaks and eat on time.”
“Ohh, I see now,” you giggled with understanding, playfully poking his shoulder. “Were you disappointed I didn’t say 'I love you' before I left?”
There was teasing lilt to your voice that made Zayne’s ears redden. Who would have known the cardiac surgeon to be so quietly eager to receive such affection?
You gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I love you too, Zayne. I’ll see you tonight.”
⟡ 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑶
There were many tall, impressive buildings in the Bloomshore District, but none rivalled the headquarters of Eoncore Tech. It stood high in the city’s centre. Its surfaces of glass created a shimmering mosaic in the daylight. Every few levels up, rows of windows were lined with verdant plants, decorating it’s ledges like a greenhouse. The topmost level of the building was where the CEO of Eontech spent most of his workday. Valko was seated at his office, hunched over research papers strewn about his large table.
“Sir, your girlfriend is here to see you.”
Valko had been so focused that he didn’t even hear his receptionist knock on his door. He stood up suddenly. His hands that were braced against the table messed up the order of his papers.
“What!? She is? Right now?” he asked in succession, flustered.
Valko straightened his tie which had gone askew and ran a hand through his cropped hair to neaten it up. The receptionist gave Valko a small thumbs up of approval. Valko cleared his throat, adopting his most authoritative voice.
“Thank you, please let her in. You may take your leave.”
The receptionist bowed and opened the door wider, revealing you standing there rather sheepishly at the grandness of an entrance. You held a small plastic bag in your hands which you quickly tucked behind your back. Mouthing a thank you to the receptionist, you walked in.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Valko said with a grin, leaning against the front of his table. “I thought you were hanging out Tara on your day off.”
“I am, but I wanted to pass by and give you a little something first.”
You stepped closer to him. Naturally, he rested a hand against your hip.
“Oh?” he cocked his head to the side.
You held the bag in front of him. “This should help you get through your day.”
You nodded, smiling. Quickly, Valko swept you into a warm hug. You tightened your grip on the precious goods as he spun you in a circle. When he put you down, he cupped your face in both his hands. Your skin warmed under his touch. His yellow eyes glittered with joy as he looked at you.
“You’re the best, you know that right?”
“Uh huh, I know. Though, I might lose those points because I’ve got to head off now.”
Valko pouted but acquiesced. Taking the fudge from your hands, he placed it on his desk.
“See you later!” you said, turning around to leave.
“Hold on,” Valko responded, calling your attention back to his folded arms and faux disappointment. “Is that all you have to say to me? I mean, just because I’m in CEO mode doesn’t mean I’m not your boyfriend anymore.”
You frowned. “What do you mean?”
Valko arms found your body again. This time he rested the side of his head against your shoulder, as if his touch would coax you to remember. With realisation, you laughed. You fluffed his hair with your hand. He leaned into your touch, glad that you indulged his clinginess.
“I love you, Valko.” The words brushed gently by his ear. “I’ll meet up with you later.”
⟡ 𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑼𝑺
The N109 zone was a dangerous place, and your boyfriend being one of the most influential persons in the district didn’t make it any less so. What was helpful was when a person of interest appeared on both your radars. There was a surprising amount of overlap between the leader of a crime syndicate and an elite Hunter in these instances.
“So, did you get what you were looking for?” Sylus asked as he opened the door to his room in Onychinus, letting you inside first.
You brushed at your sleeves marked with soot and dirt. The members of the rival gang had put up a decent fight before you and Sylus interrogated them.
“Here, hold still.” Sylus stood behind you, dusting the back of your jacket with his hands.
“I did,” you answered, “thank you again for graciously allowing me into your network of contacts.”
Sylus smirked with satisfaction.
“Leave that here. I’ll wash it and return it to you,” he said, helping you take off your dirtied jacket. “Take any one you like from the closet. They’re all yours.”
Sylus’s bedroom had a row of closets, each matching his black furniture. Opening one of them, you found hanger upon hanger of clothes he purchased for you. Dresses, shirts, skirts, and more all exactly your style and size. Picking out a leather jacket with luxurious lining, you put it on before your watch began to rapidly buzz.
You rushed outside. “I’m really sorry, Sylus, I wish I could stay but I have to go back to the Association.”
“Such is the life of a person of your status,” Sylus said with a deep sigh.
With a wave, you headed for the door. “I’ll text you later!”
However, before you could leave the room, Sylus called out.
“Wait.”
He approached you, a hand in his pocket of his trousers.
“Leaving so soon without a proper goodbye?” He tutted gently. “Can three words not even be spared for me in our parting?"
His honeyed voice and commanding presence made your face hot.
“Three words…” you repeated, confused.
Suddently, it hit you what you have forgotten, and you fought back a smile. You met him where he stood and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Kissing his cheek, you then gazed into his deep red eyes.
“I love you, Sylus. And I swear I’ll text you!
Sylus nodded, pleased. “I’ll be patiently waiting.”
"You're really happy huh?" you observe, eyes tracking his tail as it wags from left to right.
"You smell so nice this morning," Valko answers. His voice is soft but it's deliciously deep and gravelly from sleep. You shiver at the sound.
"Only this morning?"
"You know that's not what I meant." He huffs, before rolling over and hovering above you. You're pinned down, completely at his mercy, but you've never been more relaxed. There's a lazy smile on your face and it matches his own wild, silly grin.
He leans in, dropping all his weight on you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and his tail wraps around your waist like a blanket. Your actual blanket is on the floor somewhere.
Valko breathes you in and his heart soars. You smell perfect. Like sunlight warming up a spring meadow. Like pancakes he's forgotten to flip, loaded with cinammon and chocolate chips.
"You smell so happy, baby."
"Mhm." You pull him closer. It's the first time you've woken up together in weeks. "And why do you think that is?" you murmur, turning your face to press soft kisses on the inches of skin you can reach.
"I missed you," you sigh, "but you're here now."
"Yeah pup, I'm here now. I'll always come back for you."
thinking about drawing while sitting in valko's lap!! his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head as he uses his size to his advantage and watches you draw from above. his chest is solid and so so warm against your back, almost too warm. you can never get used to how much warmer he is compared to you.
if you're working digitally, he has endless questions. "what's that? how'd you do that? what does that do?" you answer them all, because you know he's asking just to hear a bit more of the sound of your voice. even if he repeats a couple questions unknowingly.
every once in a while, once you finish a step, he'll ask to borrow your pencil/stylus. if you oblige him, he'll draw a little doodle on the side, his brow furrowed in focus and concentration. (aww! he drew a little puppy!!!!!)
you ask him if he's bored, if he'd rather be doing something else, if he wants to get his phone or gaming console to entertain himself with, but every time he tells you no without even a second of hesitation. he loves being in your presence and feeling your body against his own; just spending time with you and watching you do what you love, even if everything progresses slowly.
if you look up at him, you'll find him attentively watching your process, flashing you a charming grin when you meet his gaze. if you get frustrated during the process of drawing, he'll kiss your furrowed brow, tilting your chin upwards so you move your focus to him instead. he's a master at dissolving the tension building up in your head, and you're never quite sure how he does it. you just know that a few minutes later, you feel reinvigorated and ready to get back to drawing.
and once you put in the last finishing touches and show him your artwork, he'll gaze at it with shining eyes before kissing all over your face and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, telling you he's so proud and so incredibly lucky to have such a talented mate <333
You knew something was off the second Valko came home.
He was quieter than usual. Ears slightly drooped, tail hanging low instead of its usual happy swish. He tried to play it off with a small smile and a “hey sweetheart,” but you weren’t having it.
“Come here, baby.”
You open your arms and he practically melts into you. The big, strong man who usually carries you everywhere lets you guide him to the couch and pull him down so his head rests in your lap. He’s so tall his legs hang off the end, but he curls up as best he can, face buried against your stomach like he wants to disappear into you.
“Rough day?” you ask softly, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching behind his ears the way he loves.
He nods, a little huff leaving him. “Yeah… things aren’t going very well...”
Your heart aches. Your big wolf boyfriend looks so sad and small like this.
You lean down and pepper kisses all over his face: forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his ears. He lets out a soft, surprised little sound, tail starting to wag weakly against the couch. You keep going, murmuring sweet things between each kiss.
“My good boy… my strong, sweet baby… you did your best and I’m so proud of you.”
You play with his hair, massage his scalp, and when he turns to hide his face in your shirt you just hold him tighter. You order his favorite food, bring him the big blanket he likes, and let him stay curled up in your lap for as long as he wants.
At one point he mumbles, voice muffled, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you…”
You shush him gently and scratch under his chin until his tail wags properly. “Not today. Today you’re my baby and I’m spoiling you. Deal with it.”
Valko lets out a soft, contented rumble, eyes half closed as he nuzzles closer. His tail wraps around your waist the best it can and he finally relaxes, safe and loved in your arms.
You keep petting him, whispering how much you love him, how he’s your favorite person in the whole world, until that sad look in his eyes melts away completely.
You’re sure you’ll love him forever, he’s sure too.
and his right hand man! | Valko x Non Mc | (1) memory lane
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The first thing Valko remembers about you is that you freeze when you are terrified.
Your eyes go wide and your face go slack, but the scent of your fear is too overwhelming even for his senses and the beat of your heart almost makes a static noise in his ears. Sure, your faces are mere inches apart but that's not why you froze, you went slack the moment you registered his ears and what he actually was.
It's almost hilarious how he can practically see your soul leave your body. He decided to toy with you, grinning and flexing his fangs, he was sure as hell that you'd pass out. You'll probably wake up and he can gaslight you into thinking you were having a bad dream, or you slept walk and he found you. Bless him.
It wasn't until you both hear a crack that you both snap out of your separate bubbles. The next thing he knows, he is mid-air and there is no way to get footing or to hold on to and he falls on you with a heavy thud. Thank heavens for the soil and dried leaves, but now he is scared for a different reason. He's too afraid to check; he might've accidentally squished you.
You met Valko in the most unconventional way. As a college freshman who had no business hanging out in the woods, you are probably the reason why people die first in horror movies.
You could've just went to the library like any normal person would, but your mind is begging for an outlet. With all the studying and part time work, you decide for a nice walk. Ten thousand steps, you tell yourself. If you we're being honest, it was partly your fault. There was news of sightings of a creature near campus. It never made the news, sure, but it was all over the online student forums and gossips. By this point in time you thought you knew better. You chalked it up as a rumor, people just having a bad trip, or someone just really wanted a story to tell.
But seeing the man hanging by his legs, staring at you face to face, with a set of dog ears protruding from his head, snarling at you with fangs out - you go through the five stage of grief in the span of two minutes. This is it. Life ends here, as food for something you didn't even believe in, a very hard and expensive "We told you so."
You expected to be food. But the rustling of the branch followed by a resounding crack and the man falling over you wasn't really what you expected as the way to go. But, well, here you were - a cushion for a 210-pound man. You braced yourself for impact, face scrunched. While the impact did hurt you, the soft and tickling sensation of something furry forces you to open and eye, you quickly realize that he was able to swerve for some goddamned reason. You were trapped under his arm... and tail?
The air from his lungs almost gets knocked out from landing on his belly. He can feel your forehead under his bicep and his tail smack you in the face. The fur can feel your breathe though. Thank god, he didn't accidentally kill you.
"Are you okay?" He is quick to get up. And you are still laying on your back. Blinking. He checks you again, eyes scanning for any limp twisted in the wrong direction. There isn't any.
Your hands reach down to feel the fur of his tail, running through it almost gently before grabbing it and pulling it aggressively with all the strength you can muster. He almost let's out a scream of pain before his hands clamp over his own mouth and he glares at you like he wants to toss you. His second pair of ears pricked and raised, movements too smooth, too natural.
"So this isn't cosplay?", you look even more confused. You do a once over, "Is this a sex thing? I'm not a kink shamer."
"What?! No! "
You make a move to sit down. Your eyes adjust to his face. You try to reach for your discarded phone but he reaches to it first. Raising it over his head, his other arm holding you by the shoulder. No, this won't be the day he gets photographed. 1.) He looks embarrassing. 2.) Even if you did get a picture, and he can chalk it up as AI or play it as if you are a crazy and obsessed ex-girlfriend, it's too much work and his grandma won't let him hear the end of it.
"If you eat me, my landlord will definitely notice the missed payments. The student loans section will too. I don't miss any payments. This will be unusual behavior. People will notice."
You aren't sure why in the world you thought threatening a werewolf with all your financial debts would work. Actually, saying it out loud right now made you realize that it would actually be in your best financial interest if he did eat you. How can they sue, if you were well, dead.
You were about to open your mouth to take back what you said when he also stupidly answers, "You don't really look appealing, and I don't eat people."
He pockets your phone. He'll return it, he just needs to run through it as safety measure.
You stare at him for a different reason now. He didn't had to insult you, didn't he?! He could've just said, 'Oh, no thanks.'
There is a flash of recognition in your eyes and it dawns on you why his face looks familiar, "We share the same Chemistry class. "
He rolls his eyes. Could this day get anymore worse?!
"If you tell anyone, I will come and eat you."
"You just said you don't eat people."
"If you tell anyone, I'll sue you. I can think of three different lawsuits right now and I can pay for private lawyers.", he knows it's basically confirming everything is true; isn't even sure if that would work -- but the speed in which you stood up, and make a run for the opposite direction gave Valko a run for his money.
The act alone was enough to freeze him in surprise. You don't deter from the threat of being killed, you freeze when you are terrified, but somehow the mention of spending money makes you run fast even he, can't catch you.
"You know what? I don't even see anyone right now. I was talking to myself. I was sleepwalking. Good day.", you call out as you run but don't make any attempts to look back.
Valko blinks. He remembers your phone and takes it out from his pocket. You don't even have a passcode. You have your class schedule as your lock screen, he swipes up. Your home screen is you and your cat.
and his right hand man! | Valko x Non Mc | (1) memory lane
The first thing Valko remembers about you is that you freeze when you are terrified.
Your eyes go wide and your face go slack, but the scent of your fear is too overwhelming even for his senses and the beat of your heart almost makes a static noise in his ears. Sure, your faces are mere inches apart but that's not why you froze, you went slack the moment you registered his ears and what he actually was.
It's almost hilarious how he can practically see your soul leave your body. He decided to toy with you, grinning and flexing his fangs, he was sure as hell that you'd pass out. You'll probably wake up and he can gaslight you into thinking you were having a bad dream, or you slept walk and he found you. Bless him.
It wasn't until you both hear a crack that you both snap out of your separate bubbles. The next thing he knows, he is mid-air and there is no way to get footing or to hold on to and he falls on you with a heavy thud. Thank heavens for the soil and dried leaves, but now he is scared for a different reason. He's too afraid to check; he might've accidentally squished you.
You met Valko in the most unconventional way. As a college freshman who had no business hanging out in the woods, you are probably the reason why people die first in horror movies.
You could've just went to the library like any normal person would, but your mind is begging for an outlet. With all the studying and part time work, you decide for a nice walk. Ten thousand steps, you tell yourself. If you we're being honest, it was partly your fault. There was news of sightings of a creature near campus. It never made the news, sure, but it was all over the online student forums and gossips. By this point in time you thought you knew better. You chalked it up as a rumor, people just having a bad trip, or someone just really wanted a story to tell.
But seeing the man hanging by his legs, staring at you face to face, with a set of dog ears protruding from his head, snarling at you with fangs out - you go through the five stage of grief in the span of two minutes. This is it. Life ends here, as food for something you didn't even believe in, a very hard and expensive "We told you so."
You expected to be food. But the rustling of the branch followed by a resounding crack and the man falling over you wasn't really what you expected as the way to go. But, well, here you were - a cushion for a 210-pound man. You braced yourself for impact, face scrunched. While the impact did hurt you, the soft and tickling sensation of something furry forces you to open and eye, you quickly realize that he was able to swerve for some goddamned reason. You were trapped under his arm... and tail?
The air from his lungs almost gets knocked out from landing on his belly. He can feel your forehead under his bicep and his tail smack you in the face. The fur can feel your breathe though. Thank god, he didn't accidentally kill you.
"Are you okay?" He is quick to get up. And you are still laying on your back. Blinking. He checks you again, eyes scanning for any limp twisted in the wrong direction. There isn't any.
Your hands reach down to feel the fur of his tail, running through it almost gently before grabbing it and pulling it aggressively with all the strength you can muster. He almost let's out a scream of pain before his hands clamp over his own mouth and he glares at you like he wants to toss you. His second pair of ears pricked and raised, movements too smooth, too natural.
"So this isn't cosplay?", you look even more confused. You do a once over, "Is this a sex thing? I'm not a kink shamer."
"What?! No! "
You make a move to sit down. Your eyes adjust to his face. You try to reach for your discarded phone but he reaches to it first. Raising it over his head, his other arm holding you by the shoulder. No, this won't be the day he gets photographed. 1.) He looks embarrassing. 2.) Even if you did get a picture, and he can chalk it up as AI or play it as if you are a crazy and obsessed ex-girlfriend, it's too much work and his grandma won't let him hear the end of it.
"If you eat me, my landlord will definitely notice the missed payments. The student loans section will too. I don't miss any payments. This will be unusual behavior. People will notice."
You aren't sure why in the world you thought threatening a werewolf with all your financial debts would work. Actually, saying it out loud right now made you realize that it would actually be in your best financial interest if he did eat you. How can they sue, if you were well, dead.
You were about to open your mouth to take back what you said when he also stupidly answers, "You don't really look appealing, and I don't eat people."
He pockets your phone. He'll return it, he just needs to run through it as safety measure.
You stare at him for a different reason now. He didn't had to insult you, didn't he?! He could've just said, 'Oh, no thanks.'
There is a flash of recognition in your eyes and it dawns on you why his face looks familiar, "We share the same Chemistry class. "
He rolls his eyes. Could this day get anymore worse?!
"If you tell anyone, I will come and eat you."
"You just said you don't eat people."
"If you tell anyone, I'll sue you. I can think of three different lawsuits right now and I can pay for private lawyers.", he knows it's basically confirming everything is true; isn't even sure if that would work -- but the speed in which you stood up, and make a run for the opposite direction gave Valko a run for his money.
The act alone was enough to freeze him in surprise. You don't deter from the threat of being killed, you freeze when you are terrified, but somehow the mention of spending money makes you run fast even he, can't catch you.
"You know what? I don't even see anyone right now. I was talking to myself. I was sleepwalking. Good day.", you call out as you run but don't make any attempts to look back.
Valko blinks. He remembers your phone and takes it out from his pocket. You don't even have a passcode. You have your class schedule as your lock screen, he swipes up. Your home screen is you and your cat.
We could still save Valko. The comments on their Instagram posts are filled entirely with people who are outraged but this decision to remove him.
Leave one star reviews on the App Store demanding he be returned.
Spread the hashtags #savevalko #bringbackvalko #wewantvalko
Leave complaints in customer service in the app
Request that he be released on global servers only if need be.
Apparently there are even cn girls on red note that are furious about this decision.
I have deleted the app and left plenty of comments in their comment section as well as left dm’s in their social media accounts.
Let’s all get active about this!!! We can’t let Infold do this!!! It’s is completely unfair to us global players who have been so excited for his release!
So many things could have been done effectively. So many things could have been said.
We could have gotten a clearer schedule so that we’d know when the main story gets updated. We could have gotten more lore updates. We could have gotten so many already existing issues resolved.
I'm genuinely so upset and disgusted rn, using valko as a scapegoat to avoid accountability for valid issues regarding the game is not only cowardly but immature. It really shows how greedy and apathetic infold has gotten.
Not only that, but the blatant racism is absolutely insane, valko was just the slightest bit tan and the CN 'fans' couldn't handle that. The colorism is so gross to see. I was so excited for valko I fully intended on downloading the game for him. Also, not to mention the fact that this is going to just reinforce that CN players can pressure infold into anything and that it doesn't matter what global players want.
They might as well have just kept the game CN. Why even make it ‘global’ if global players will be ignored???
If their money is more important than ours, just keep the game atp. They wont be seeing a penny from me ever again. This is so insanely disrespectful to international players. We are CONSTANTLY ignored and disregarded, but CN players throw a tantrum and get what they want immediately. INFOLD has no backbone.
The plan was always to add more LIs, and now the work and creativity put into the story line and characters planned for the future was for nothing.
And FUCK all of the RACIST, bratty, homophobic, losers who threw a fit about Valko. Pls get hit by a truck💖
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