My Wolfie Came Home Tonight || Valko Fic
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You’re in your apartment, sending text after text to your husband after he had gone missing.
It was supposedly just a trip to the woods, something of the sort— was supposed to take only a few days. Your banter made you forget it until the pain of his leave got to you. He was supposed to be back by now, yet he wasn’t.
Valko’s the kind of man to leave an impact where he goes. The kind where it’s not just a presence gone, but a whole piece of you missing.
Who knew silence could be this loud?
You sat curled into the corner of the couch, phone warm in your hands from how many times you’d unlocked it.
Every notification had you jumping, opening it with a lingering hope that maybe— just maybe— it was him.
Every time, that hope splintered into disappointment.
You know trips can take a while, that it can take ages. That sometimes, it takes weeks— hell— months. You knew that. It’d only been a week.
But understanding did little to soothe the restless knot tightening in your chest.
You let your head fall back against the couch.
The apartment feels unfamiliar without him. It’s not just the quiet— though he made it loud— It’s the lack of all the little things you’d stopped noticing because they’d become part of everyday life.
No absent-minded humming from the kitchen.
No heavy footsteps crossing the hallway.
No voice calling your name just to tease and get a rise out of you, only to make up for it by pulling you close, nuzzling into your neck, pulling you into his lap, and kissing you until you couldn't remember why you were annoyed in the first place.
You glance toward the front door for what had to be the hundredth time that evening, imagining the familiar rattle of keys, the scrape of muddy boots against the mat.
You can almost hear his laugh. A voice going Aww, does my little wolfie miss me that much? Here I thought you wanted me dead the moment you saw me. Or Princess, don’t tell me you’ve been sulking without me.
“Idiot,” you murmur, though there was no bite to it.
Your whole body goes still. Your fingers loosens around the phone.
You don’t move at first. Don’t dare. Because if you turned too quickly, if you acknowledged it too directly, it would vanish the way all the others had. Another trick of exhaustion. Another echo shaped like him.
Another cruel imitation your mind was starting to produce just to fill the silence.
“Not funny, stupid brain.” you mutter under your breath, staring at the floor instead of the door. “I’m not in the mood for—”
Instead, it shifts closer.
“What’s got my favourite enemy so hot and bothered?” The voice is smooth. Warm in a way silence had never been.
There’s no way your imagination is this good?
But then again, what if it is and you turn around and he isn’t there?
Oh come on! What’s the worst that could happen? If he isn’t there, you can go back to sulking. What if it is him?
And with that— after coming to a conclusion with yourself— you slowly turn, with a bundle of hope as your heart beats rapidly.
Slowly—too slowly—you lift your head.
Leaning against the doorway like he’d never left it. Mud still clinging to his boots. Hair a mess like the forest had tried and failed to keep him. That same infuriating half-smile tugging at his mouth, like he already knew exactly what expression was on your face.
Your phone slips slightly in your grip.
For a second, your brain refuses to accept it. Like it needed permission. Like it had built too many versions of this moment already and doesn’t trust the real one to stay.
“Hey there, princess.” Valko said again, the teasing lighter this time, “Honeyyy, I’m home.”
That word doesn’t belong in the category of surprise hallucinations.
Valko opens his arms, and that simple motion broke something in you that you hadn’t even realized had been holding itself together.
The doubt snaps first— sharp and disbelieving. Then the fear that had been sitting quietly in your chest since the first unanswered message. Then everything else after it, all at once, like a dam giving up.
Your phone drops entirely from your hand as you get up fast, but you don’t care. You started moving, slowly at first. One step. Then another.
And when you finally reached him, there was no hesitation left in you at all.
His arms closed around you instantly, solid and real and warm in a way your imagination could never get right. The smell of pine, damp earth, and him hit you all at once, and something in your chest finally unclenched so violently it almost hurt.
For a moment, the two of you stay like that, him starting to nuzzle himself into you the way he always did, like it was instinct, muscle memory.
No teasing. No words. No explanations trying to catch up to everything that had been building in the silence.
Just the steady pressure of his arms around you, like he’s making a promise out of touch alone. Like if he held on tight enough, it could undo every unanswered message, every hour you’d spent staring at a screen that refused to care about your panic.
His breath is warm against your shoulder. Real in a way your mind couldn’t argue with anymore.
“Hey,” Valko murmurs, like he didn’t want to startle you out of it. Like he knew exactly how close you were to falling apart again.
Didn’t trust your voice yet.
His hand slid up your back in a slow, grounding motion, and there was something almost careful in it now. Less teasing. Less Valko-the-annoyance-you-love-to-hate.
More Valko-the-man-who-just-walked-back-into-your-world-after-an-eternity.
“I’m here,” he says quietly.
It’s small at first—almost like your body is trying to pretend it didn’t happen. Like it can still hold everything neatly in place if it just ignores the pressure building behind your eyes.
Valko notices it right away.
His hand pauses for half a second on your back, then resumes— slower now, gentler, like he’s adjusting to something fragile he didn’t realize had cracked.
“Hey,” he says again, softer this time. A rare moment where there’s no teasing hiding behind it. No jokes waiting at the edge of his tongue.
You try to inhale properly, but it catches halfway through, turning into something unsteady. Your grip tightens in his jacket like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored to the moment.
He shifts slightly, pressing his forehead briefly to your shoulder.
The dam breaks. “I— I missed you. Where’ve you been?”
“I’m sorry,” he adds, quieter. “I should’ve been back sooner.”
Your heart aches at the apology. It wasn’t his fault. You know it wasn’t.
He pulls back just enough to look at you— not fully letting go, just enough to make sure you can see him. Really see him.
He looked tired. Real. Yours.
His thumb brushes under your eye before he seems to even think about it, catching the tear you didn’t realize had fallen.
“I got delayed,” he says, voice low, careful. “Lost signal for a while. Then everything took longer than it should’ve.”
You let out a shaky laugh that sounded suspiciously like another sob.
“It’s— don’t blame yourself, Valko… It wasn’t your fault at all… I just thought…” Your voice cracked. “I kept telling myself you were fine. That trips run long. That you’d walk through that door any minute.” You swallowed hard. “But every hour that passed…”
“You started imagining the worst? The what-ifs and possibilities of me not coming back?”
You gave the smallest nod.
His hands tightened as he hugged you.
“Like I’d leave you. Remember, sweetheart, Only an enemy stays with you until the end. You’ve got me ‘til the bitter end.” He mutters, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
He tried to make it sound teasing, and it almost worked.
Your face buried itself deeper into his shoulder, fingers twisting into the fabric of his jacket.
“I’ve been called worse.”
His quiet chuckle rumbled against your cheek, “There she is.”
“You made me think…” You stopped, taking a shaky breath. “I kept checking my phone. Every notification…” Another laugh escaped, brittle around the edges. “I even got excited over a weather alert.”
“Ouch.” He winced dramatically. “Getting replaced by the forecast? That’s rough.”
He accepted it without complaint.
There was another silence, then “You know I’d always find my way to you, right?”
You look at him. He looks dead serious.
“The world could knock me down, throw every rotten hand it has at me, strand me in the middle of nowhere… The scent of you would guide me back. ”
Your eyes sting all over again. He kisses your forehead.
“Don’t say things like that…” you mutter
“Because then I’d have to forgive you.”
A quiet laugh escapes him. “Ah.” He nodded thoughtfully. “See? That’s my master plan. Make a heartfelt declaration, distract you with feelings, avoid being yelled at.”
“You’re not as sly as you think you are.”
“After all the careful planning? The emotional strategy? The absolutely flawless execution? I mean— it’s expected from yours truly, but I’d say I deserve some credit from my wife.”
You laugh and then a realization hits you deep.
Ohhh you missed this so much.
The way he could take the heaviest moments and somehow make room for laughter and comfort without making the pain feel smaller.
The way he could be the most infuriating man you’d ever met and, somehow, the only person who could make the world feel right again.
“You have no idea how much I missed annoying you,” he murmured.
“Feeling’s mutual. I miss tickling you.”
“Might I remind you who won the match last time we camped?”
“That’s only because I let you.”
He pulls back, giving you a mischievous, Cheshire Cat grin before his fingers start moving. Just a tiny twitch.
“What?” he asks innocently, which is already suspicious.
You give him a look, and his smile seems to grow.
And then his fingers strike.
You barely have time to gasp before laughter escapes you, sudden and helpless. Your hands immediately grab at his wrists, trying to stop him, but he’s already laughing because he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“No?” he repeats, clearly amused. “Interesting. Because earlier you said you missed this.”
“I missed tickling you. Not the other way around!” You giggle out.
“You say that, but you sound very happy about it.” He teases.
“Maybe because someone’s tickling me.” You laugh, reaching to tickle him aswell.
“Aw yeah? Wonder who asked for it…”
“Your actions did.” He laughs with you as you finally start moving your hands around him as well, determined to get him back even if it means losing the battle.
For a few seconds, it’s chaos. Absolute chaos. The kind that only exists between two people who know each other too well.
Your laughter fills the apartment, bouncing off the walls that had felt so painfully quiet only moments ago. His laughter joins yours, warm and familiar, and suddenly you realize just how much you missed hearing it.
Eventually, the fight becomes less of a fight and more of an excuse to stay close. Your movements slow, your laughter becoming quieter until the two of you are just holding onto each other, trying to catch your breath.
Then, because neither of you knows when to stop being stubborn, one wrong shift sends both of you losing balance.
You let out a chuckle as you start falling, and Valko falls with you, smirking. The two of you end up on the floor, him landing on his knees while still laughing, and you landing against him with a breathless giggle.
“Okay— Okay— stop.” You breathe, laughing.
“Yeah that’s right— surrender to your alpha.” He grins.
That makes you laugh harder as the two of you stop tickling eachother, “Eww, you’re so cringe.”
He rolls his eyes, smile widening, “Hey, you’re the one who started the jokes. I just commit to the bit.”
“Yeah— because it annoyed you. You ruined it.”
“My most sincere apologies, sweetheart. I did not mean to ruin your little comedy show.”
You huff, “You don’t sound sorry.”
“Oh— I am so sorry.” He doesn’t even hide the amusement in his voice.
You pinch his nose gently between your thumb and forefinger, wiggling it.
“Oi.” He says, but he can’t stop it from sounding softer than usual.
“Oi what, wolfie?” You try to smirk, though your features soften aswell.
You shift to pinch his nose better as you both change positions, ending up on your knees in front of him while he settles back onto the floor, one leg bent, the other stretched out after the less-than-graceful tumble.
“Stop.” He says, smiling.
“Stop what?” Now it’s you grinning.
He doesn’t say anything else, instead choosing to grab your wrist. He pulls it down, and consequently you go down aswell.
Now you’re on top of him.
The two of you look at eachother for a bit. Just two people who found eachother again. Two people who fought for eachother. Fought with eachother.
Two people who’ve been through everything together.
The teasing fades, leaving behind something softer. Something that reminds you that underneath all the jokes and arrogance and ridiculous confidence, he’s still the person who knew exactly when you needed laughter and exactly when you needed him to just stay.
His hand moves, gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face.
Valko— the man who could walk into a room full of executives, silence an entire table with a single look, and make decisions worth millions without hesitation— was sitting on the apartment floor looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Not Valko the intelligent and intimidating Eoncore Tech Chairman.
Not Valko the rugged, sly werewolf who fought so intensely against his opponents and won fast.
The Valko you had cried for helplessly.
He was back. He came back to you.
His thumb brushes over your cheek, slower this time. You catch the faint exhaustion he tries to pretend isn’t there because Valko has always been the kind of man who carries everything himself.
The two of you gaze at eachother for a second. His eyes move to your lips before back to your eyes, asking for permission.
You nod, maybe a little desperately— Give a girl a break, you haven’t seen your husband in a while.
Then he leans in slowly, slowly grins a little, and then tugs you in to kiss you.
The kiss is soft at first— unhurried, like he's savoring the fact that he's allowed to. Like the last week of silence taught him not to take a single second of this for granted.
Not that he ever does when it comes to you.
Your fingers curl into his shirt, still slightly damp from the woods, and he makes a low sound against your mouth, something between relief and want.
You yourself make a small sound against his mouth, and you feel him smile into the kiss because of it, the smug bastard, his hands tightening on your waist and pulling you down closer to him.
When the two of you finally pull back— if only to breathe— he nuzzles into your neck.
“Missed this.” he mutters into your hair, quieter now, more sincere than teasing.
“Kissing?” You raise a brow, smiling.
“Everything. The arguing, your little stunts, teasing you, your noises, your scent.… Just you.”
You grin like an idiot as your cheeks grow warmer and warmer and eyes soften more and more, “Me too…”
He stays there a while, nose tucked against your neck, breathing you in like your scent is his oxygen.
”I’ll always come back to you, y’know?” He says, his face still nuzzling.
”So will I… I’d fight for you if anything were to ever happen.”
His smile widens at your neck, “Feeling is more than mutual, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere”
Both of you know you have to get up and go to bed soon.
You know he has to change and shower and that you have to look to see if there was anything he was hiding that needed patching up.
You know you both had responsibilities afterwards. Missions, jobs, things to do.
You know you should start getting up to rest together.
Yet you decide to stay there. You don’t know how long, but it felt comfortable being here. Knowing that he was here with you. That the two of you were together again.
Both of you were home. Together.
