#6th li

[heeheelissy]

infold listen to me. infold. make him INSANE. make caleb seem normal next to him. infold do you HEAR ME?!?

[feelthemadnessinside]

"You arrogant, meddlesome, irritating dog!!!"

Valko's eyes crack open as you barge into his penthouse. He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, head tipped back against the leather couch. His tie hangs loose, suit jacket discarded and dress shirt unbuttoned at the top three buttons, exposing the hard planes of his chest.

He knows exactly why you're seething. And though he doesn't like seeing you distressed, he can't say he feels sorry.

"You pulled me out of position again!" you snap, slamming your gear onto the table. "I had the shot. I'm not some fragile civilian you need to coddle!"

You start pacing, and his golden eyes track you with predatory patience, the air thickening with every agitated step you take.

"Is this because I'm a woman?" you continue, voice rising. "You think I can't handle myself out there just because I'm not built like one of your pack enforcers?"

At that, he rises slowly to his full, enormous height- the movement fluid, coiled, every inch of him a predator finally deciding to engage, stalking towards you with deliberate, unhurried steps.

He stops barely a foot away, towering over you, close enough that the heat of his body washes over you. That wild, metallic-spiced scent- the one that always makes your pulse stutter- fills your senses. His large hands find your waist, fingers splaying wide as if measuring just how much of you he could hold, and he yanks you flush against him, the hard wall of his chest pressing into your softness. He drops his forehead to rest against yours, a harsh breath escaping him, fanning across your lips.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His voice is a harsh whisper, the syllables brushing against your lips like a physical caress with every ragged exhale, making your mouth tingle. His golden eyes burn through the anger in your own. His grip on your waist tightens, thumbs stroking possessively over your ribs in slow, maddening circles. "Every time you throw yourself into danger, my blood boils. I hear your heartbeat across the battlefield. I smell your sweat, your fear, the copper of your blood if you get even a slight scratch. And do you know what my instincts say?"

You keep your lips sealed.

"To snatch you up, drag you back to my den, and breed you until you're heavy with my heirs and can't take a step without waddling and exhausting yourself."

You freeze, eyes widening in horror.

"You-"

"But I know that's not what you want," he murmurs, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth with each word, a tormenting, almost-kiss. "I know you're strong, independent, ambitious. That fire in you is exactly why I crave you, why I love you. But every instinct I have- every fucking cell in this beastly body- screams to keep you safe. My mate. My heart. Mine.” His eyes close, brows pinched as if in pain, hips shifting just a fraction, pressing his hardening length against the cradle of your thighs, letting you feel exactly what your presence does to him. “Because if something happened to you..."

His golden eyes snap open and bore into yours at point-blank range, pupils blown wide.

"I’ll burn this city to the ground. I'd tear apart every brick, every stone, every living soul until I found whoever took you from me, and I'd make their death last a thousand years."

Your hands fist in his shirt, heart hammering so loudly you know he can hear it. The frustration still burns in your chest, but it's twisting, melting into something hotter, far more dangerous that aches between your thighs and makes your fingers itch to tear the rest of his shirt open.

"I protect you not because I think you're a weak woman," he says, voice low and rough, almost a growl. "but because you're my woman. You're the one I chose. The one my wolf chose. The one whose scent drives me mad and whose voice is the only thing that can calm this beast" he moves your hand over his chest where his heart beats erratically "...inside me."

The words land heavy between you, thick with possession, wrapping around your throat like a collar you didn't know you wanted to wear.

Your breath catches. Heat floods your cheeks- and lower. You try to hold onto your anger, but the way he says it, possessive and raw, makes your thighs press together involuntarily.

"You're impossible," you breathe, lips barely an inch from his.

A low, needy growl escapes him as his hips grind against you once, deliberately, letting you feel the rigid proof of his restraint fraying. One hand slides up your back, tracing lightly along your spine in a path of fire while the other keeps a bruising grip on your waist, holding you exactly where he wants as if he'd break anyone who tried to take you from him.

"Say it back." His voice is thick, desperate. "Tell me you're my woman. Tell me you understand why I'll chain the moon itself if it keeps you safe."

His forehead stays pressed to yours, golden eyes burning with hunger and something deeper- raw, vulnerable devotion wrapped in feral need that makes your stomach flip and your nipples tighten into hard peaks beneath your shirt.

"I am yours," you say softly, your voice trembling "I always have been. But you need to stop your meddling."

His jaw tightens. A low, frustrated sound rumbles from his chest- not quite a growl, not quite a sigh. He pulls back just enough to shake his head, slow and deliberate, a stubborn set to his mouth that makes him look almost petulant but does nothing to diminish the fire in his gaze.

"No," he says flatly. "Not that. Anything but that."

"Valko-"

"You want me to stand by while you're in the crosshairs? While a bullet has your name on it? While some rogue shifter with a grudge decides you'd make a pretty trophy?" His voice drops, rougher now- not with anger, but with an anxious frenzy that makes his hands tighten on you convulsively, as if he's imagining the very scenario and it's driving him mad. "I can't. Don't ask me to."

Your lips part to argue, but he doesn't let you.

He kisses you.

Not gently. Not hesitantly. His mouth claims yours with a brutal, consuming hunger that steals the breath from your lungs and leaves you gasping against his lips. One hand tangles in your hair, gripping hard enough to tilt your head back and expose the vulnerable column of your throat, while the other slides down to grip the curve of your hip, fingers digging into the flesh like he's branding you through the fabric. He kisses you like he's been starving for days and you are the first meal he's allowed himself- deep, devouring, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste every corner, his teeth grazing your lower lip with a sharp nip that makes you moan.

The protest dies in your throat. Your hands, still fisted in his shirt, loosen without your permission and flatten against the burning heat of his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath your palms. Your knees go weak, and he feels it- catches you, pulls you tighter, deepens the kiss until there is nothing but the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble, the desperate little sounds he makes against your lips.

The fight drains out of you in waves. The anger. The frustration. All of it leaches away, replaced by something molten and aching, that has nothing to do with battle and everything to do with the way he worships your mouth, the way he groans when your fingers find the waistband of his slacks, the way his whole body shudders when you pull him closer still.

You kiss him back.

You hate that you do. You hate how easily he does this- how one press of his lips and your carefully built walls crumble to dust and leave you open, wanting, desperate for more of that devastating intensity. But right now, with his tongue sweeping against yours and his hands mapping the curve of your spine before sliding lower to palm your backside and lift you against him, you can't bring yourself to care.

His mouth trails down your jaw, teeth scraping over your pulse point, and you feel the wet heat of his tongue soothe the sting as he growls against your skin, "I'm going to make you forget every reason you had to be angry. I'm going to take you apart until the only word you remember is my name."

He walks you backward, step by step, his body a relentless force driving you toward the bedroom, and you feel every hard inch of him pressed against your softening curves- the breadth of his shoulders, the ridges of his abdomen, the insistent jut of his arousal grinding against your hip with each step.

Whatever. You will deal with him tomorrow, you think as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist, his mouth finding yours again, hungry and insistent, the sound of your body landing on the bed and his belt hitting the floor echoing in the serene silence of the penthouse.

[mwphisto]

⏾⋆.˚ You couldn't find him anywhere. [Mild 18+ / Angst / Hurt/Comfort]

“Valko?” Your voice only seemed to echo back at you, taunting in tone as your feet pounded against the cool metal flooring of one of many of EonCore’s laboratories.

The one your wolf had specifically spent most of his time in. 

Yet, with every bellow of his name, no response followed. Valko, who had told you to meet him here. Who had said it was urgent.

Who had oddly ended his messages with an abrupt “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Was now silent in all senses. No call, no text, no verbal responses. Nothing. 

Dread inches its way through your veins, cruel and unforgiving as you shoulder open the last door in this hallway. A spare office, one he specifically told you he used as a decoy for a higher profile experiment.

If he wasn’t in here, quite honestly you’d be convinced he had been erased off the face of the earth at this point. “Val?” Peering into the room, your heart plummets to your feet. It’s been wrecked. Desks turned over, files destroyed, carefully conducted months upon months of research completely ransacked.

“Oh my god…” Instinctively, your fingers find the cool metal of your gun. Wrapping around it so hard your knuckles whiten. 

“Valko? C’mon say something.” It seems your legs move before your mind can truly process anything, stepping deeper into the carnage and nearly slipping. 

Something wet glides beneath your foot. Something thicker than water; metallic in a way that it assaults your nostrils.

Glancing down, you’re met with your own reflection in a crimson pool of blood. A scream so shrill threatens to tear from your throat and yet not a single ounce of breath escapes your lungs. 

Within that puddle is your lover, cold. How long he has been gone you’re unsure. But there is something oddly beautiful about his peaceful expression. 

Metal clattering against metal is deafening and yet you can’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. You hit the ground hard, knees splashing sickeningly into the pool of Valko’s cooling blood. Your hands tremble so hard you can barely angle them right to hold his graying cheeks. “No…no no no no no…” 

“You can’t do this to me… you can’t leave me… you promised…”

Hot tears blur your vision, a garbled mess of no tumbling from your lips. Agony rattles in your chest, a feeling so painful you can’t stop yourself from doubling over. Forehead pressing into the cold, unmoving mass of Valko’s chest. 

“Hey! C’mon, little wolf. It’s just a bad dream, wake up.” 

Your eyes snap open as a strangled sob rips from your throat, tears burning and throat tight as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Woah, it’s okay!” Valko, your strong, warm, breathing Valko lays in front of you. Amber eyes glowing even in the darkness of your bedroom, filled with pure concern. 

“It was just a nightmare, it’s okay.” he hadn’t the slightest clue as to what you dreamt of to terrify you in such a way. All he knew is you were shaking, sobbing in your sleep and whimpering out his name loud enough that it woke up.

So, by default, it must have been something utterly horrid. He’s never seen you this shaken before, not even in the depths of battle. 

“V-valko…?” it hiccuped out of you, hands physically shaking as you cupped his warm cheeks. Skin that was warm, alive, blood rushing just beneath. Still circulating. Felt his pulse thrumming under your fingertips, felt his breath ghosting your tear stained face.

“I’m here, little wolf. M’right here.” 

He’s dragging you in, not asking questions, just cradling you to his chest. The chest that had felt so surreal, so cold and still. It sends a renewed wave of tears brimming over your eyes. “Y-you died.” You managed to cry into his chest.

The words were so jagged and bitter that Valko swore he could taste the poison on his own tongue. “I-in my dream, you were dead. It f-felt so r-real, V-val…!” 

You were grieving him, and he was right here. Alive, warm, holding you. Yet you were hysterical. Laying before him, a shaken shell of a woman as you sobbed into his chest over something that never actually happened.

But something that clearly felt so real that it had rattled you to your very core.

It felt as if someone had cracked open his ribcage and wrapped their fist around his heart, as if his own evol were squeezing it in a vice grip. Ready to pop it for all that it was worth. “Hey, hey, look at me. Baby, I need you to look at me.” 

Baby. 

The very pet-name that the two of you always made fun of. Noses scrunching and immediately side eyeing the other when you heard a couple use it in public.

Yet, it was always the first thing to slip past your lips when the other was upset, or hurt, or maybe both. “Baby, take a deep breath, please.” Now, he was begging.

“It wasn’t real, I’m alive. See? You feel this?” 

He shifts, pushing back just enough to grab one of your trembling hands and place it firmly against his bare chest. Right above the steadfast pounding of his very much alive and working heart. “See? It’s beating, it’s pushing my blood through my body as we speak. I’m alive, right here next to you, little wolf.” 

You feel it, strong and real, and slowly you can find the will to even your breathing.

“Good girl, deep breaths.” It’s meant to be encouraging, yet it makes you feel just a little light headed. “Don’t say things like that.” You mumble, using your free hand to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks. 

“I can’t praise you?” A genuine sound of surprise, as if he can’t fathom why he shouldn't be proud of you for overcoming a very obvious panic attack.

“S’not what I was talking about.” Nasally, your nose is annoyingly stuffed from all the tears. “Then wha…oh.” Mildly startled at the realization, but it doesn't stop the toothy grin that suddenly tugs the corners of his lips. 

“You were just sobbing, now you’re getting flustered?” The hand he still had held to his chest now wiggled free from his grasp, lifting slightly to haul off and playfully smack him. “Consider it a successful distraction.” 

You shuffle closer to him, pressing your once wet face into his chest. Inhaling his scent, letting it fully relax the last of the tension still stored within your shoulders.

"You smell good, Val." It's fully muffled into his chest, vibrating his skin and earning a delicate chuckle. "You always ask me what you smell like, why don't you tell me what I smell like, hmm?" Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, arms and legs finding their natural home slotted in, on, or around the others'.

"You smell like a man." It's blunt, and you feel rather than hear his laughter. "You smell clean, like all the time. Expensive, too. Like incense and woods, fresh air with a hint of smoke. You also smell a bit like chocolate but I'm pretty sure that's because of your hidden stash." He tenses, how on earth did you find the stash?

"You also smell like my coconut lotion, the one I let you borrow when your regular one ran out but then you liked it so much that you just bought a bottle for yourself."

He smiles at that, one of the earlier memories in your relationship. Also one of his fondest. "Most of all." You yawn into his skin, nuzzling into his chest as if you could truly burrow your way inside of it. "You smell like home, Val."

In the quiet of your shared bedroom, with the nightmare pushed far behind you, Valko wondered if you could hear how hard his heart was hammering from that statement.

Banner is from @/cafekitsune

This was going to turn into smut but then I just got really soft over him after the new updates we've gotten... low key I'm getting sad all over again but I'm trying to hold out hope but... man... I miss Valko... I miss playing LaDs... infold what the fuck - Soul

[valkoswife]

LOOOK AT HIMM AHHH

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

who’s a good little wolfie?

[veranda-aaa]

Valko in vampire Sylus team

[avananabread]

@syslut as you mentioned, Eoncore Tech has already been mentioned in world underneath 30! Your memory is so good! ✨

There’s also already some more tidbits about Valko (which I highlighted), they just flew over my head when I read this before, especially since I was in denial for a 6th LI. 😂 it seems like he can also wipe memories? I understand wiping out footage, but a person unable to recall seeing the creature? 🤔

[valkos-chew-toy]

Hold up...

Is it just me or is Valko

Giving...