#valko angst

[dark-night-hero]

The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.

You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt.  Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.

But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.

Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.

He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.

He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.

"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."

Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."

Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."

His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."

And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°

: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH

[sleepykittyenergy]

Rewritten

***This is my first Imagine. Unnamed LaDs LI (written with Valko in mind) x gn nonmc

Summary: You try to game the System but the System games you. Trigger Warnings: none that I'm aware of but please let me know if I missed something.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are all appreciated. Thanks for reading.

Imagine you ran away from MC and the LIs because you knew you couldn't fight the story the system was writing.

Imagine you find someone you connect with. You take a chance because you never heard his name in the story before, it seems like a safe bet.

Imagine for a long time everything is wonderful. The two of you get married and are happy together. You have even decided it's time to grow your family.

Imagine one normal day, out of absolutely nowhere, everything around you goes black. It's a darkness so deep and dark that you dare not move because you can't see or even sense anything around you anymore.

Imagine in the blink of an eye it's over and everything seems normal again. You go to find your husband to make sure he's ok and see if you can figure out what happened.

Imagine you find your husband but he is no longer the man you remember. There's a coldness in his eyes that you've never seen before and he greets you like an employee. You think this must be some terrible prank but when you try to snuggle up to him and ask him for reassurance, he pushes you back.

Imagine it's then that a sick kind of despair starts to creep into your heart. He no longer has the tattoo on his ring finger that matches yours. In a panic, you glance down and realize yours is gone as well. You begin to spiral.

Imagine he advises you to adjust his schedule because he has a new meeting that needs to be added in as soon as possible. You are no longer his spouse but his Personal Assistant.

Imagine you leave the room and run. You don't know where you are going but you know you can't stay there. You need space to breathe and time to think. You turn your phone off and get on a train, not caring for the final destination. You keep moving all night to get as far away from him as you can from him. You finally fall asleep in a hotel room in an unknown city, hoping that all of this is just a giant nightmare. Tomorrow will be a better day.

Imagine you open your eyes and you are sitting at a desk and MC is in front of you. She's here for her meeting. You want to throw up.

Imagine you are his NPC sidekick. You have joined the ranks of Greyson, Gideon, Jeremiah, Thomas, and Luke & Kieran. You are trapped in his story and forced to watch his love story with MC develop right before your eyes.

[calebunny]

♡ The one that got away ♡ ~valko

You sat before a wooden table, the surface rough against your palms. In front of you, the room was a blur of movement and noise, the air stagnant with the energy of a wake.

Everything was unfamiliar, the house, the people, the quietness ringing in your head when a certain redhead wasn't there to disrupt it.

A light hand settled on your shoulder. You flinched slightly, looking up to see his aunt looking down at you.  “Are you doing okay, dear?” she asked, her expression tight with a grim smile. It was the kind of smile born out of courtesy, a polite acknowledgment of a guest. 

You forced a nod. She didn't know that the grief tearing through her was tearing through you, too.

But how could she know? You had never met her before today. 

That day when you were introducing yourself to his family, you had stood there with a tight jaw, swallowing back a sob, and declared yourself as merely his “friend.” 

His friend. 

Not the person who spent countless nights wrapped in his arms. Not the one who fought alongside him and bled with him. Not the one he would constantly bite and nuzzle against, insisting that was how he made himself yours.

You caressed over your own skin with your thumb. Almost all of his marks had faded away. There was nothing left to prove he had been yours.

Your hand twitched, slipping beneath the table. Times like this, his hand would have shot under there too. He’d nudge your knee with his knuckles, give you a lopsided grin and a ridiculous wiggle of his eyebrows, and he’d hold your hand so tight it kept you grounded to him.

Your eyes snapped toward the front door. You stared at it, desperate, begging for him to just burst through it. For him to laugh, tell you this was all some sick, fucked up joke, apologize, and then invade your personal space until you had no choice but to forgive him. 

But the door stayed shut. And your hand stayed holding the air.

Too soon? leave me ALONE I was too angsty abt this :(

[himbo-kuto]

plot: valko is tasked with capturing you to solely be his test subject genre: angst, no comfort :/ a/n: … i wrote this based on one (1) line in his trailer and now… we are here and i'm sorry :D

he finds out that you have protocore syndrome. one of his pack brothers died from it and his life's work is to find out all he can about it to somehow avenge him— but instead of taking the zayne route of becoming a doctor to try and help others, he turned to big pharma to help run different tests on different people (he got caught up with the wrong crowd 😔)

he has screens in his lab of your pictures, your work, your friends and colleagues, moments posts and the countless articles of you in the news about being such a valiant hunter. and what better way to meet you than to cause his own ruckus with the hunter's association?

of course you're super wary of him at first— like who the fuck is this guy and why did he suddenly and conveniently come into your life? you try and push him off but he just keeps showing up places.

it took a lot of one sided conversations and cups of milk tea that he bought to try and persuade you with to even tell him your name, and forget about all the time it took for you to begin trusting him

but once the door to trust is open, of course you're enchanted by him. he's nerdy, he's funny, he's a big dork, he's patient and kind so SORRY TO SAY YOU'RE FALLING FOR HIM :/

and hey, he's falling too because he starts to realize you're more than just some test subject he's meant to capture. you're genuinely a good person. you're funny and witty — he opens up and tells you about his life, his pack and his family. he shows you his lab and gives you a vague idea of what his research is and why he started all this in the first place. "the answer i'm looking for, it's in you."

and you don't know exactly what that means, but you trust him so you don't think much of it.

it takes some time to come to terms with your feelings for valko. "do i like this guy?" "is he good for me?" "he just came out of no where."

it's hard for you to trust people in your field of work— but you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt and really let yourself have this.

on that note, muster up the courage to meet him in his lab to tell him the good news.

you intend to sneak up on him as he's done in the past to you many times, but when you reach the entrance you hear that he's on the phone. you can't exactly make out who it is, but you assume that it's one of his colleagues that he speaks to often.

he's hunched over his keyboard, with his files of you open on the screen above. he can just feel the vein in his forehead pulsing as he continues to listen to one of his brothers speak.

"no, i know this was just supposed to be a job. but i don't know man, i can't do that to her anymore."

"what do you mean? what happened to the plan?"

"screw the plan! she's innocent!"

"this is bigger than us, val! you know that. what about our brother, huh? is he nothing to you now just because you've fallen for some girl? this is what your life's research has lead up to and you're going to throw that all away!? wake up!"

you felt your heart drop to your stomach. with each second that passes, you were finding it harder and harder to breathe. the events of the past couple of months— your meetings, the run ins, the late night talks, all flashing in your brain like some sick slide show.

"don't you dare think for one second i've forgotten about what our research is for." he barks out. the glass from his phone slowly crunching under his iron grip.

"then execute the plan, or else you'll know what'll happen to the both of us." click. valko grunts as he throws his phone into the wall, watching it shatter into a bunch of pieces. he swiftly turns, about to run off the rage coursing through his veins until he sees you standing there and he stops dead in his tracks.

valko has been through bloodshed, death, torture— the whole nine. but seeing the betrayal in your eyes and how your body recoiled as he reached out to you probably takes the cake.

your throat burns as you try to speak, but no words come out. your eyes are desperately searching for his for some semblance of some sick joke but all you find is guilt and shame.

"what do you mean this was just a job?" your voice is so small and frail you hate it. it felt like swallowing glass while your body felt like it was sinking underwater.

but he doesn't speak, he can't.

"valko, answer me." you grit through your teeth as you work up the strength to stand in front of him.

but again, he remains silent. his name sounding foreign falling off your lips laced with malice. your eyes focus on the screens behind him, but you don't know where to look first. your name is everywhere, displayed with places you've been, people you knew and cases you've worked on at the association.

your hand trembles as it attempts to cover up the sob the manages to escape past your lips.

he turns back to attempt to swipe it all closed, but you push past him to look through it all. you know he wouldn't stop you, it was your right to know the truth. you swiped through countless pictures, circled locations and allegedly confidential medical records. you don't know whether you want to cry or vomit first, at this rate you might just implode.

"i— i'm sorry" he croaks out.

a curt laugh is all you can muster up in the moment. your mind is blank, yet you begin to feel your blood slowly start to boil beneath your skin.

"i'm sorry? that's all you've got?" you scoffed, pushing past him. "give me a fucking break." but before you could make it any further, he caught your wrist in his hand.

"don't you dare touch me." you pulled your hand away as if his touch felt like fire. his eyebrows furrowed as he watched your trust fall through his fingers. he had nobody but himself to blame.

"i never meant to hurt you…" you dug your nails into the palm of your hand, feeling the crescent moons forming on your skin.

"don't give me that shit valko." you spat, your hurt morphing into anger.

"you had this all planned out. you knew exactly where i would be, what i was working on and all the people necessary to get to me." you looked into his eyes, feeling dejected from the whole interaction. "real fucking nice."

you began to unbutton your shirt before rolling your sleeves up to your elbows. valko began to panic as he swiftly pulled your shirt closed. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

you pulled back from his grip, making your way over to the testing table on the other side of his lab.

"you wanted to test on me so bad, right? so, go on! test!" you began to attach the heart monitor stickers to your chest. your heart rate now displayed on the monitor above.

"this is what you wanted right?" you grabbed a tourniquet from the table near by, tying it off above your elbow before making a tight fist with your hand. your veins soon exposing themselves, pumping full of the liquid gold that valko once desired.

"stop— stop this!" he tried to pull the monitors off you but you mustered all the strength you had to push him back.

"don't let my feelings get in the way of getting what you want valko." your voice was barley above a whisper, the tears that you were trying to hold in, now free flowing.

"this is bigger than us, remember?"

[ytmkiz]

ascension. valko x mc!reader

you dream of gentle amber eyes and your hand gliding through soft, burgundy hair. 

you dream of a crooked grin, the sharpest canines peeking from parted lips. you dream of your finger being playfully caught between them, bitten just enough to make you laugh, but never enough to hurt.

you never pull away, either. you enjoy the teasing far too much. 

you dream of strong arms wrapped around you holding you tight enough to never let go. you dream of an earthy scent—rain-soaked soil, crushed leaves, cedar—that anchors you, keeping you grounded, chasing away your anxieties.

and for the first time in months, a sense of safety wraps around you, like a long-lost friend.

you dream of distant laughter, low and resonant, yet impossibly soft.

every time you hear it, you turn toward the sound, desperate to find its source, but it always comes from somewhere beyond your reach, never able to tell where it originates,

still, a wave of quiet comfort washes over your soul, keeping you from being swept into a sea of endless nothingness.

you dream of sitting beside someone atop a sturdy branch, overlooking a sprawling forest ablaze with shifting red, gold, and amber leaves.

you feel an arm slip above your shoulder, and loose strands of that familiar shade of burgundy brush against your cheek.

you dream of a full moon hanging low in the night sky, silver light spilling across a picnic blanket as you lie in peaceful silence.

you dream of laughing until your chest aches over the dumbest joke, over relentless teasing that somehow never grows old. you laugh when he almost stumbles over a fallen tree branch, and you bury your face in your sleeve to hide your grin when he exaggerates your voice, perfectly mimicking your little habits with infuriating accuracy.

you dream of almost kissing him beneath a canopy of stars, each one a distant flame burning across countless light years, yet somehow bearing silent witness to this fleeting moment. the thumb that brushes gently beneath your chin, guiding your gaze upward until you’re looking into that delicate shade of yellow again.

the same eyes you find every night are the same eyes you mourn every morning. 

your dreams always end there...at the very moment he’s finally about to kiss you. 

at the very moment you’re sure he’s about to say the three words that would change everything. 

i...

you dream, you dream, and you dream. 

but everything always slips away, leaving you grasping at shadows.

every morning those visages dissolve with the dawn. full conversations shared beside someone whose face slips through your fingers, gone before you can hold onto a single word. the lingering warmth against your clavicle feels less like memory and more like the ghost of a touch that never happened.

there’s a hollow ache in your chest that never quite fills. not a single day passes without you stopping in the middle of the street, your breath catching as golden eyes flicker in your mind’s eyes. 

before you realize it, a tear traces its way down your cheek for someone you can’t name. 

yet every night, you dream of those amber eyes, as if they’re the only thing left to find.

and every morning, you awaken to a reality where they do not exist.

and you know, deep down, they never will.

⏾⋆.˚

a/n: how many times have i cried over valko today? more than i’d like to admit.

[humanjarvis]

valko 🌕

fics

cone of shame (fluff/reverse comfort/smut, 5.4k)

drabbles

we see the same moon (reverse comfort, fluff)

failed seduction (suggestive)

[gutt3dz0mb1]

mfers complained so much now, we dont got valko anymore wtf😭😭😭😭

We genuienly cant have nothing im so damn annoyed right now

[stoopywalnut]

Im so angry rn I can't even speak, like i'm legit still tryna process everything.

So the winner takes it all just started playing so I felt the need to write this. To the CN girlies and people who so desperately wanted Valko to be removed, I hope you're happy and fuck you.

I dont play the game as much anymore and I might just never again because im beyond upset right now. Mostly for the players who actually liked Valko and all the people who worked so hard to bring him to life.

All that coding, voice acting, art, motion capturing, etc and the plans to wish for him all gone down the drain simply because parasocial "fans" couldn't handle another love interest. It's a game, it was never that serious, you would have lived.

And the fact that Infold gave into them. My expectations were already low but holy fuck. Just goes to show that they care more about what the CN players think than the western players(they've showed it before tbh).

Im genuinely so pissed rn.

Im not good with words so im sorry if this sounds insensitive or misinformative.

Goodbye Valko, you will be missed💔.