ꨄ︎ summary: You always assumed you were just the supportive Beta third wheel to Mei and Valko's inevitable Alpha power-couple romance. Turns out, you were wrong.
ꨄ︎ a/n: guys… i've fallen for the valko propaganda 😭 anyway, please note that his characterization in this fic is purely based on the 3 minute trailer that we got 🥹 also non mc x mc because wth, she's hot and the new fit is 🔥
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Being a Beta definitely had its perks.
You didn't have to deal with heats, ruts, or the overwhelming biological urges that governed the lives of Alphas and Omegas. The only downside was that you were practically scent-blind to pheromones, which meant you had to rely strictly on visual cues to realize that your two best friends were hopelessly, undeniably in love with each other.
Yes, that was the only explanation that made sense.
You were currently sprawled on a plush, impossibly expensive velvet sofa in the middle of Valko’s penthouse.
As the sole heir to Eoncore Tech, Valko’s college living situation was less "dorm room" and more "billionaire's high-rise playground," complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and experimental tech prototypes scattered across every surface.
"Okay, but listen, if we overclock the core processors on the new VR rig…whoa!"
Valko, who had been pacing excitedly while rambling about the latest tech he was working on, suddenly tripped over a tangled mess of fiber-optic cables. His arms flailed wildly, his glasses flying off his face as he plummeted toward the glass coffee table.
Before you could even flinch, Mei was there.
The female Alpha moved with terrifying speed, catching Valko by the back of his designer hoodie then hauling his tall, broad frame upright with one hand like he was a stray kitten.
"Careful, idiot," Mei grumbled. She didn't let go of his hoodie right away, eyes locking onto his flushed face.
"Ah... right. Thanks, Mei," Valko chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a massive, clumsy golden retriever who had just bumped into a glass door. He beamed at her, and the raw, unspoken Alpha energy between them felt so thick and intimate that you felt guilty just for watching.
You sighed fondly, picking up your textbook.
It was beautiful, really.
Two incredibly powerful Alphas, one a grounded, protective force of nature, and the other a brilliant, obscenely wealthy, loveable dork. They were a perfect match. You were just lucky they let their token Beta friend hang out in their penthouse to use the ultra-fast Wi-Fi.
Mei finally let go of Valko and walked over to you. She silently placed a plate of perfectly sliced fruit on the table in front of you, a soft, almost imperceptible gentleness softening her features when she looked your way.
"Thanks, Mei," you smiled.
Valko immediately scrambled over, nearly tripping again, to drop a brand-new, unreleased Eoncore smart tablet into your lap.
"I had the engineering team install that specific reading app you like! The screen adjusts to your retinas so you don't get headaches while studying!"
"Valko, this is worth more than my car," you said, staring at the sleek device.
"It's just a prototype! Consider it... beta testing," he said, winking proudly at his own pun.
You looked between the two of them. They had flanked you again, standing on either side of the sofa, looking down at you with undivided attention. Even without being able to smell their pheromones, the territorial, possessive aura in the room was suffocating.
They were practically vibrating.
They must be getting ready to court each other, you thought. They’re so tense. I’m totally ruining the mood.
You closed your textbook and carefully placed the ridiculously expensive tablet on the table.
"You know what, guys? I think I'm gonna head out. I have a lot of reading to do, and I really want to give you two the apartment to yourselves tonight."
Both Alphas froze.
Valko blinked, his brain clearly struggling to process the statement.
"Give us the apartment?" Mei repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"
"Well, you know," you gestured between them with an encouraging smile. "You two have been circling each other for months. The whole ‘Alpha power couple’ thing is great, and I fully support it, but you don't have to keep pretending to hang out with me just to spend time together. You should just establish your pack already!"
Silence fell over the penthouse.
Both Alphas stared at you then, they slowly turned to stare at each other.
"You think..." Valko started, his voice dropping slightly "You think Mei and I want to mate... with each other?"
"Well, yeah! You're always paying for our dinners, and Mei is always physically guarding us in public. You're constantly scenting the furniture around, which I can't smell, by the way, but I'm not blind. I know how Alpha courtships work!"
"We're scenting you," Mei stated bluntly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We scent everything you touch so no other Alphas come near you. I'm guarding you. Valko is buying things for you."
You paused, your brain short-circuiting.
"Me? But… but I'm a Beta."
"Yeah, a Beta that we are entirely obsessed with," Valko blurted out, his cheeks burning. He practically threw himself onto the sofa next to you, looking like a panicked billionaire puppy. "We don't want to mate with each other! I mean, Mei is great, but she terrifies me! We want you. We've thought of you as our mate since sophomore year!"
Your mouth fell open.
"Wait. Both of you? But..."
"Did you really think," Mei said softly, sitting on your other side and boxing you in perfectly between their warm, solid frames, "that the heir to Eoncore Tech and I spend every single day following you around just to get to each other?"
"I thought I was the supportive third wheel!" you defended, your face flushing hot.
"You're the entire vehicle," Valko groaned, dramatically resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Please tell me you don't actually want to leave. Because if you do, I'm going to have to panic-buy the building you live in just so I have an excuse to be your landlord, and the paperwork is a nightmare."
Mei reached out, gently but firmly taking your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"Stay," she murmured, a quiet, possessive plea in her tone. "Study here with your pack."
ꨄ︎ a/n: i also don't remember if i ever wrote a purely fluff fic for other lis...
ꨄ︎ taglist: @seraphineash, @loreleis-world, @tinuvieloflemuria, @thehyperfixationgirly (if i missed someone who requested to be perma-tagged, please lmk and i'm sorry 😭)
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with the new lads update coming soon i just wanted to say that i’ve been very upset with infold’s decision making. zayne has brought so much comfort to me these past two years and i will love him no matter what.
it has just been very disheartening to see all the fighting and speculation going around with no resolution.
i really hope they bring valko back, at least to continue the main story the way they planned for it. i’m afraid that this update is just going to be messy, chaotic, unorganized.
sad to see what’s happening to a game i enjoy.
that being said, i will continue my zayne posting and valko appreciating. i need that comfort right now, lol.
you, valko, and a trip to the ER
(suggestive!) valko x f!reader, implied valko x f!reader x zayne
"What are you doing here?"
Your shoulders tense at the stern voice behind you. Shoot, shoot, shoot! You knew coming to Akso was a bad idea, but it was the closest hospital to your apartment. You were hoping your workaholic doctor would be with other patients, or in a long surgery, or anywhere else but the emergency room tonight.
"You need to work on your bedside manner, doc."
And the reason you are here is also the reason you wanted to avoid Zayne in the first place.
"I'm a doctor, Valko, not a veterinarian."
The man in the hospital bed chuckles, winces, then pouts all in one second. "Oh, fuck you."
Zayne walks over to the bed, standing beside the chair you pulled up next to it. You avoid his gaze like the plague. He addresses you calmly otherwise. "Do you mind telling me what happened?"
You hang your head in your hands in shame, and don't offer a response.
Zayne tries again. "Valko?"
"She broke my neck."
"I did not!" In the rush to defend yourself, you forget the minute-long vow of silence you took once Zayne walked in the room. Valko raises an eyebrow and gives you a pointed look, as best as he can with neck brace. You go back to hiding, words muffled in your palms. "The nurse said it's probably just a sprain..."
Zayne gives you mercy, stepping toward Valko lying pitifully in front of you. The doctor observes his patient intently, asking questions about the pain, where he feels it, if he has feeling in his legs and toes (the last one is overkill, one of Dr. Zayne's classic jokes, you can tell by the smile he is trying to fight off). Valko answers them all easily. He always had a high pain tolerance.
Until Zayne reaches his last question.
"And how did you potentially break-"
"Sprain!" you interrupt.
"...Sprain your neck?"
You pray to the gods above a Wanderer strikes you down on the spot. You're ready.
You know Valko has that shit-eating grin on his face without even needing to look at him. You can hear it in the way he breathes.
If you say it out loud, maybe, maybe it won't sound so bad?
"I may have... suhuhhisfc..."
"Pardon?"
Zayne sounds closer than before. Oh, good, he's sitting on his doctor stool right next to you, attempting to find your eyes through the slits between your fingers. A warm hand pries away one of yours, and for a moment you forget about your hesitation.
"I... I sat on his face."
Zayne blinks, and you hear Valko snickering (interrupted by a pitiful 'ouch') from his bed.
"So, so worth it."
"Val!"
"What? You seemed to- ow- enjoy it."
"A bit too much, seeing the results."
"Zayne!"
"Apologies," he says with a smile on his face. You don't think you've ever seen him smile so much at work, excluding the time you brought him a full sleeve of macarons from his favorite bakery for his birthday. He brushes the hair out of your face, revealing the flush that stains your skin. The touch of familiarity relaxes you, despite your embarrassment. "If it makes you feel better, this is not an uncommon occurrence."
Zayne turns to Valko, then, entering doctor mode in an instant. "And luckily, your neck is not broken, but you'll have to keep the brace for the next couple of weeks. That means no strenuous activity until the pain is gone."
"What!" Valko complains. "For two weeks?"
"I'll prescribe a pain reliever for the time being," Zayne continues, ignoring the pouting wolf mumbling to himself. He scribbles on his doctor note pad, ripping the sheet and holding it out for you to take. When you take it, you feel the weight of his gaze holding you down. "That is not an invitation to see what he can handle. Understood?"
You feel properly chastised. And a little embarrassed that Zayne knew exactly where yours and Valko's minds went after he mentioned a painkiller. "Yes, sir."
"And, please, at least wait until I get home before you try something new."
you, valko, and a trip to the ER
(suggestive!) valko x f!reader, implied valko x f!reader x zayne
"What are you doing here?"
Your shoulders tense at the stern voice behind you. Shoot, shoot, shoot! You knew coming to Akso was a bad idea, but it was the closest hospital to your apartment. You were hoping your workaholic doctor would be with other patients, or in a long surgery, or anywhere else but the emergency room tonight.
"You need to work on your bedside manner, doc."
And the reason you are here is also the reason you wanted to avoid Zayne in the first place.
"I'm a doctor, Valko, not a veterinarian."
The man in the hospital bed chuckles, winces, then pouts all in one second. "Oh, fuck you."
Zayne walks over to the bed, standing beside the chair you pulled up next to it. You avoid his gaze like the plague. He addresses you calmly otherwise. "Do you mind telling me what happened?"
You hang your head in your hands in shame, and don't offer a response.
Zayne tries again. "Valko?"
"She broke my neck."
"I did not!" In the rush to defend yourself, you forget the minute-long vow of silence you took once Zayne walked in the room. Valko raises an eyebrow and gives you a pointed look, as best as he can with neck brace. You go back to hiding, words muffled in your palms. "The nurse said it's probably just a sprain..."
Zayne gives you mercy, stepping toward Valko lying pitifully in front of you. The doctor observes his patient intently, asking questions about the pain, where he feels it, if he has feeling in his legs and toes (the last one is overkill, one of Dr. Zayne's classic jokes, you can tell by the smile he is trying to fight off). Valko answers them all easily. He always had a high pain tolerance.
Until Zayne reaches his last question.
"And how did you potentially break-"
"Sprain!" you interrupt.
"...Sprain your neck?"
You pray to the gods above a Wanderer strikes you down on the spot. You're ready.
You know Valko has that shit-eating grin on his face without even needing to look at him. You can hear it in the way he breathes.
If you say it out loud, maybe, maybe it won't sound so bad?
"I may have... suhuhhisfc..."
"Pardon?"
Zayne sounds closer than before. Oh, good, he's sitting on his doctor stool right next to you, attempting to find your eyes through the slits between your fingers. A warm hand pries away one of yours, and for a moment you forget about your hesitation.
"I... I sat on his face."
Zayne blinks, and you hear Valko snickering (interrupted by a pitiful 'ouch') from his bed.
"So, so worth it."
"Val!"
"What? You seemed to- ow- enjoy it."
"A bit too much, seeing the results."
"Zayne!"
"Apologies," he says with a smile on his face. You don't think you've ever seen him smile so much at work, excluding the time you brought him a full sleeve of macarons from his favorite bakery for his birthday. He brushes the hair out of your face, revealing the flush that stains your skin. The touch of familiarity relaxes you, despite your embarrassment. "If it makes you feel better, this is not an uncommon occurrence."
Zayne turns to Valko, then, entering doctor mode in an instant. "And luckily, your neck is not broken, but you'll have to keep the brace for the next couple of weeks. That means no strenuous activity until the pain is gone."
"What!" Valko complains. "For two weeks?"
"I'll prescribe a pain reliever for the time being," Zayne continues, ignoring the pouting wolf mumbling to himself. He scribbles on his doctor note pad, ripping the sheet and holding it out for you to take. When you take it, you feel the weight of his gaze holding you down. "That is not an invitation to see what he can handle. Understood?"
You feel properly chastised. And a little embarrassed that Zayne knew exactly where yours and Valko's minds went after he mentioned a painkiller. "Yes, sir."
"And, please, at least wait until I get home before you try something new."
men who can’t ever wait to fully undress you before fucking you, always semi-clothed and messy, skirts flipped up and shirts stretched at the neckline and pants around their ankles
vs
men who’s favourite part is getting to strip you completely bare beneath them, always making sure they make time to be able to worship you in your nakedness— peeling back each layer and appreciating the newly exposed skin with a kiss and a caress