A/N: day 4 of bringing back valko home and me making valko related fics. today's number is a more self-indulgent piece bc I AM LITERALLY ON MY PERIOD AND IT STARTED WHEN RELEASED THE CANCELATION POST FOR VALKO I AM GOING THROUGH IT AHHHHHHH
Content warnings: fluff and period comfort, not proofread (fuck it we ball), use of petnames (babe), reader is on her period, valko does his best to not finish all of the tablea, 100% self-indulgent of the purest kind like the best tablea to use (100% pure and unsweetened), i literally gave you guys a tablea recipe lmao, wrote this instead of sleeping yall, psst filo valko / valko with filo relatives believers this is for you
word count: 982 words
divider by: @chuumiuu
You groan softly, tossing to the other side of the bed as you curl into a small ball. You feel your period cramps stab your already beaten up uterus, treating the poor organ like a test dummy that's being use to test airbags in cars. Your backs hurt, your stomach hurts, heck, if someone asks you to rate it from one to ten, you would a ten, perhaps even more.
For a moment, you flip back to your original position, facing your sleeping boyfriend, Valko. The cute shell-shaped lamp emits a light that softens his sharp features. His wolf ears down and his hand reaching out to the spot you were in minutes ago.
"Valko…" You call out softly, "my cramps hurt."
Valko's wolf ears perk up almost immediately. His rubs his eyes open and tucks your hair behind your ear, "Yeah?" He says groggily, "Is there anything you need?"
"I was wondering if you can make that hot chocolate recipe you were raving about," You answer and snuggle closer, "The one your cousin's husband makes."
"Which cousin's husband?" Valko teases, but already knows which one you are referring to, "The one we went to last week? When one of my nieces had a piano recital?" He gets up and carries you in his arms, making sure you're comfortable.
You hum and nuzzle against his chest, "Yeah, him. I saw that he gave you what he used to make them, what were they called again?" You mutter as he carries you out of the shared room and into the kitchen.
"Starts with T something…" You say, feeling Valko set you down gently on one of the chairs while he makes his way to the kitchen stove.
"You mean Tablea?" Valko answers, "That''s what we drank when we visited, babe."
You nod, "Yes that."
Valko grunts and opens the kitchen cabinet, grabbing a small pot, the tablea he got, and a wooden baton. You got up and stand beside him, your curiosity pique. "What is that?" You point to the baton.
"According to my cousin's husband, its called a batirol. Its use to froth the drink later," Valko answers, "But using a handheld electric whisk would do too, but he says this one makes better tsokolate, and if anything, I know you want this more."
You laugh. Valko kisses your forehead before turning on the stove and adding water to boil in the pot, using his own measurements just like almost everyone in his family. You lean against his shoulder, the comforting kicthen light with the aid of the moonlight provided a sense of tranquility as a comfortable silence beings to envelope you both. While you wait for the water to boil, you and Valko hold each other's hand or embrace, gently swinging from side to side as you both exchange sweet nothings that mean everything to the other.
"Pass me the tablea, love." Valko asks and you pass the roll to him.
"How much do you think we should add?" He asks.
"Maybe 4? 5?" You offer. Valko opens it and adds 4 tablets into the boiling pot. You look over to see the tablea dissolving into the water, your nose gets hit with the familiar smell of rich and pure chocolate. You take a whiff and sigh happily, glancing at Valko.
"It smells really good." You comment, making him smile. You both left the tablea and water alone until it fully dissolved and starts to boil. Valko lowers the heat.
"Babe, pass me the batirol."
You nod again and hand him the batirol. He kisses you twice, thanking you. Placing it between his palms, he begins to rub vigoursly, causing a small mess. You and Valko laugh, "I'll clean that up later." He assures you before continuining. The swooshes and whooshes from the mixture, combined with the intensifying smell of chocolate seem to make Valko's tail and wolf ears appear. His tail sways from left to right rapidly.
"I wanna try, you know, using the thing." You perk up, making Valko smile. He steps aside and lets go of the batirol. You place the batirol between your palms and begin to rub, starting slowly at first before picking up the pace. Valko looks on proudly, as if you were creating the world from your hands rather than just frothing the drink up.
"You're getting the hang out it, huh?" Valko smiles and grabs two mugs, the cute flower shaped ones you ordered online. "Can you give it a taste test? Check if its too sweet or not, and we'll add some sweetner."
Taking a spoon, you taste the chocolate goodness, your throat awakens with its soft warmth. "Needs a bit of sweetener. Something like milk or sugar would do."
Valko nods and grabs sugar from one of the cupboards. Following what Valko did, you added till you can hear yourself scream enough, and resumed stirring. When you take a second sip with your spoon, the bitterness seem to ease, blending in with the sweetness of the sugar and the richness of the chocolate well. Its comforting taste making your cramps go away even just for a moment. You turn the stove off and pour the warm tsokolate into each of the cups, making sure there is some extra remaining in the pot , just in case you or Valko want a second cup.
"Here try it," You offer the light green flower-shaped cup to him while you claim the pink one for yourself. Valko kisses you again before taking a sip from his cup. His tail swings more excitedly as his wolf ears perk up. "How is it?"
"Better than his," Valko laughs and takes a second sip, "But don't tell him."
You take a sip of yours and smile back at him, "Yeah, it tastes good. I think I can have these forever."
"Then we'll continue making it, forever and ever."
A/n: its 11:09 pm, i need to sleep, goodnight! Free Valko and Bring him back ! (Currently Valko fans are doing a social media relay, this time its on Tiktok so if yall have that, participate for Valko! (and bring my sentiments for him too (tiktok-less ) )
A/n : I may or may not have been inspired to write this scene from the new banner. I dont know what possessed me to stop my other work immediately just to do this. Will be word-vomiting.
Tags: sylus being love sick, you also being as equally love sick, can be interpreted as either mc or reader and is gender neutral but is called mrs qin (at the end ) not proofread im just brain dumping. Ooc sylus, I wrote this instead of sleeping so none of this makes sense I think just let me word vomit in peace!!
Wc: 996 words
Sylus never imagined a day he would walk down the altar.
The life of being the leader of Onychinus, the strongest man in the N109 zone, was in short, difficult, and fleeting. He watched how men trembled before him, how he built an entire empire from the ground up with own bare fists stained with blood— he was never the man that deserved to be waited for at the end of an altar.
Until you came along.
It was strange at first, how Sylus seemingly found himself so mesmerized by you, how his eyes followed you across the rooms you'd enter, how he felt his facial muscles soften and twitch when you smiled brightly like the sun itself, how your voice brought comfort to his troubled and lonely soul.
It was strange at first, yes, but it blossomed into something pure and wholeheartedly made with utmost love and devotion. One that you and Sylus tended to, watching your love take root into your hearts and the day-to-day lives you had, how the flowers bloomed brightly in the spring, and how your touch reminded him of what heaven felt like.
When he proposed, you didnt give a moments hesitation. Despite your tears, you nodded vigorously, repeating yesses over and over again as the cool metal slips against your ring finger. You kissed his lips like his was oxygen and you needed another moment to breathe.
The months leading up to the wedding were hectic. Sylus had to make sure that your safety was of the highest priority. He scouted venues, contacted individuals for gown commissions, and helped you plan everything for the day. He made sure to get the gown you wanted, to call the florist that you wanted Daturas, and even got a small wedding cake for the both of you to share.
The day you married Sylus was a quiet day. It was as if the world held its breath as you and he drove to the destination together. You both opted for a private ceremony, with only the both of yourselves as a witness to a love only for yours to adore. The paperwork has been settled, the place cleaned , and yourselves ready.
But even with all the preparation, knots tied in your stomach. The closer you got to old cathedral that Sylus bought for the occassion itself, you began to wonder if you were doing the right thing.
Afterall, you aren't just marrying Sylus. You are marrying into the life he had built for himself, which will soon be shared with you. A life that was fast-pasted and intense, filled with business deals and other matters.
As you continued to spiral, you felt a hand grasp yours.
"We'll be okay," Sylus said softly, lowering the radio, "We'll figure it out together, my love."
You nodded slowly. He smiled, stopped by the side of the road and kissed the crown of your veil. You knew it was tradition that a groom should never see his bride before they get married, but tradition never mattered for you and Sylus.
As the drive reached its end, you find both of yourselves in front of the old cathedral. Its tall, imposing structure battled against the growing moss and vines. Red Daturas bloomed around the steps that lead inside the chapel.
Sylus offered his hand.
You took his and went inside.
The interior looked younger than the exterior. Old wooden pews became overgrown with plants, the window stains hummed an old melody of years long passed. Datura flowers popped against its dullness.
Sylus held your hand tighter, and you both made your way to the altar, the lace of your fingerless gloves intertwined with his flesh.
You glanced at him, seeing his softer features. The same ones he showed to you freely and with no restraint. He smiled, cupping the side of your face with his hand and took both of your hands, raising it up close to his chest.
He took a deep breath and said,
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said, his voice filled with reverence, his eyes slowly began to mist, "I want to create memories with you to last lifetimes."
The quiet and comfortable silence filled the altar, your dress seemingly glowing against the moonlight. Heartbeats rung loud as bated breaths await whats next.
"I want the same things to," You tell Sylus, your voice breaking, "I want to stand beside you and be the light amidst the darkness you've only known."
Sylus smiled. He lets go for a moment, and reached for his pockets, presenting a pair of wedding bands. Silver with red spinels. His hands shook slightly, his voice wavering as he began to slip the ring onto your finger,
"I, Qin Che..." He says slowly, his voice firm yet soft, "Take you to be my wedded spouse. For better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health till doomsday descends and death parts us."
You teared up even more, shaking from emotions. You took a deep breath, and repeated the same words, slowly placing the ring on his finger,
"I, take you, Qin Che..." You said in between tears, trying your best not to ruin the makeup you had worked hard for, "to be my wedded husband. For better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health till doomsday descends and death parts us."
A comfortable silence filled the room once more, your tears ran down your cheeks as Sylus wiped them away. He pulled you close, slowly lifting the veil.
Oh.
oh.
"May I kiss you?" He asked.
"Yes..." you answered. He pulled you even closer, sweeping you off your feet, your lips pressed against each other like perfect pieces meant to stay alongside each other. It lasted for a few seconds before you pulled away to gasped for air before kissing him again once more.
