cw: TEENSY tiny suggestive if you squint??? otherwise just fluff. use of pretty & doll, otherwise gn!reader
when valko turned up on your doorstep, all drenched from the rain, pretty gold eyes sad and pitiful—he made sure his ears were out, too, and downcast for added effect. how could you possibly turn him away?
(although you almost rethink your decision when he shook his head, damp hair sending little water droplets flying across your living room. you sigh, before dragging him into the bathroom to dry him off.)
he waited very impatiently for you to return with spare clothes for him—at least half his wardrobe seems to have somehow migrated into yours—
the furrow in his brows deepens when the bathroom door clicks shut, as you leave him alone yet again so he could change.
once dressed in your silly, matching fluffy pyjama pants and a thin white shirt juuust tight enough to show off the muscles of his chest and biceps, he remains glued to your hip for the rest of the evening.
you get up for the bathroom? valko’s waiting outside diligently, ever the devoted guard dog.
you deadpan. “i hardly see what’s gonna happen to me in all of the couple minutes i’m going to pee.”
valko rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah, you’re laughing now, but what if?”
well, at least if you run out of toilet paper, you’re able to call on your boyfriend for help.
head into the kitchen for some chocolate milk? he’s right there with you. strong arms winding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you arrange two glasses.
“…val.”
valko hums in acknowledgment, but still doesn’t move. if anything, he nestles his face further into the crook of your neck inhaling softly. tail swishing happily behind him at the sound of your voice.
“val,” you try again. “would you mind letting go a sec so i can put the milk back in the fridge?”
he drums his fingers lightly against your side, as if in thought. “mmm, nah.”
“valko.”
he huffs against your neck.
you turn your head to side-eye him. he remains entirely unfazed by your glare; rather, his tail starts wagging faster. an amused smile playing on his lips, taking pleasure in your annoyance, because it meant your attention was on him.
after many failed attempts at prying his arms away from you, you stare at him harder.
he stares back.
when you raise a brow at him, he eventually lets out a long, heaving sigh. grumbling something about how you're so mean to him, before begrudgingly untangling himself from you. hands up in defeat.
his mood improves instantaneously when you lean up and leave a kiss on his cheek, milk now back in the fridge. "good boy."
cue the tail going wild in the background.
he keeps shuffling closer to you on the couch. you noticed about five minutes ago. he knew you knew. you knew he knew you knew, and yet he continued anyway. canines peeking through in his grin.
pressing pause on the movie, you turn your body towards him. "hi?"
"hey pretty." he inches closer again. he's already half on top of you by now, arms holding himself over you; naturally, you eyes wander. his smile widens. shifting his weight, watching the way your gaze follows the movement in his muscles.
glancing back up at his face, the look he's giving you makes your cheeks warm. "what?"
"like what you see?"
you resist the urge to kiss slap the delighted expression off his face. which only worsened, thoroughly enjoying the way you avoided looking at him entirely, instead looking back at the frozen screen.
"shut up."
he straight up laughs, unswayed. "what was that, doll? you like myyyy..." shifting again, he moves to hold himself up with one arm, the other grabbing your hand. lifting it to drift from his shoulders, his bicep, trailing down his chest all the way to his abdomen.
"c'mon pretty, speak up."
your lips turn down in a pout. "you just want me to praise you again."
valko shrugs, letting go of your wrist. eyes glimmering with mischief. "is it working?"
shaking your head, an endeared laugh escapes you. lifting your many layers of blankets and parting your legs enough for him to slot himself between. only for him to flop--rather unceremoniously--on top of you. you smack lightly at his arm, making a sound of protest.
he ignores it, because he knows you don't truly mind. especially when your hand rises to his hair, still ever-so-slightly damp. threading through the burgundy strands, scratching lightly at his scalp and toward the back of his neck, and he melts.
giggling at the pleased sound that rumbles in his throat, you give into the teasing. cupping his jaw with your free hand, you press your lips against his for the briefest moment. pulling away before he can reciprocate. "unfortunately."
nottt proofread at all again oopsie 💔 n e way ily ty for readint this far <33 any interaction vv appreciated !!! despite tjis being all over theplace LMAO
btw guys i might actually be so delusional but i was drinking chocolate milk and the uuuh bubbles? looked like a paw print is this a sign he’s coming back……. 🙏🙏
a/n: i had no idea dogs were allergic to lily of the valley (and other flowers)
can you tell i've never had a pet in my life :<
anyway my googling inspired this, hope you enjoy!
"What's so funny?" you asked for about the fourth time as Valco's laughter filled the room.
"You really are so precious. Although, I don't know whether to be offended or endeared."
"About what?
"About you, sweets!"
You folded your arms. "Oh, so it's me you've been laughing at," you said, frowning.
"Don't get pouty on me now." Valko's grin was wide, light glinting off sharp teeth. His eyes crinkled with amusement.
If he was here with you now, you would've put two fingers to his forehead and pushed his smug face away. But alas, he was miles away on a business trip and the only thing you could do was threaten to hang up.
Your fingers were seconds away from ending the call when Valko cut it. "Okay, okay I'll tell you."
"Yeah?"
"Let me know if any of this sounds familiar."
"Alright."
He cleared his throat, made a big show of pushing up his glasses, and began to speak.
"Dog care for beginners."
"Tips for first time pet owners."
Oh no. You could feel the heat crawl up your neck, burning your cheeks.
"How do you know if a wolf likes you?" Valko continued to rattle off. "Wolf distribution system, question mark?"
"Stop it."
"Took in a stray dog now what."
"Valco!"
"Is chocolate good for dogs? Is chocolate milk good for dogs?"
"And my personal favourites," his voice softened a tad, "how do you show affection to a wolf? How can I show my dog I love them?"
You groaned and hid your face in your palms. "Okay this time I'm really hanging up," you warned.
You only had a few moments of recovery time before your phone was ringing again and the screen was lit up with Valko's contact info.
"What is it now?" You grumbled, answering the call.
"C'mon pup, don't be like that. You know I'm only teasing you."
"If that's all you have to say I'll be-"
"For the record," he cut in, "I think it's really sweet that you're doing your research. But you can just ask me any questions you've got. I'm a primary source."
"It's embarrassing though," you whined.
"It's not." Valco countered, serious now. His features gentled, eyes warm with sincerity. "You're too good to me. I'm lucky to have such a lovely mate that wants to take care of me."
"Yeah, I guess. When you put it that way," you mumbled. "How did you even find my search history anyway?"
"You borrowed my tablet a couple of days ago. You forgot to clear your search history."
"Ah." You made a mental note to never make the same mistake.
"Yeah. And now that I'm thinking about it, there were a couple of other interesting searches in the mix."
"Oh yeah?" you asked, not thinking too much of it. Seeing as Valko's silly expression had returned you really should have realised not to bite. Another mistake.
"According to what I've got here, the words heat and rut have come up quite a bit."
"Oh gods."
"It appears you're also really curious about knotting and I'm guessing this isn't about crochet this time, huh?"
Sitting up with a jolt, he frantically looks around. Forrest. He's in a forest. Wait. How did he get here?
Scrambling to his feet Valko's golden eyes scan the area for any potential threat. The moon is bright, casting heavy shadows on the world around him. Pine trees tower over him, almost like a cage. It feels as though thousands of eyes are watching, but no one's there. He sniffs the air. It seems there's nothing nearby to attack him. Strange. After careful scrutiny, he's at least determined there aren't any threats.
Valko can’t help but feel something's off. He's in a forest, but it's quiet. Eerily quiet. There are no chirping birds or howling wolves. No sounds of little critters running through the underbrush. Even the wind is still. The leaves don’t sway and the branches don’t bend. It's as if the whole forest is holding its breath.
Waiting.
Valko is hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. Darkness swirls at the edges of his vision. Memories come rushing back. Memories of a girl. Those moments feel vague, blurry, like they're being erased. Late nights staying up and watching movies. Proudly showing her around his high tech office. Walking her back home and sharing umbrellas together. She was the only one who looked at him like a person worthy of love, not a monster.
It's slow, but it's coming back to him. He was in the middle of winning you a little wolfie plush from a claw machine when the whole world started to warp and glitch. It was as if he was watching the very fabric of his reality deteriorating. Yes, that was it. The very last thing Valko can remember. The scared look on your face as his world broke.
Where are you? Where is he? Now that Valko thinks about it, there's now way this place is real. It's too pristine. Every bush and tree and flower feels like it was deliberately placed. It dawns on him. This whole forest is fabricated.
Valko runs. He takes off, bounding through the woods, searching for an end to the limitless acres of dense foliage. It's a prison, a cage. No matter how far he goes, no matter how hard he scratches at the walls of his enclosure, the vegetation repeats itself in a cursed tesselation. The same moss covered rocks. The same vines, the same fallen log. Over and over and over and over and-
Valko makes a promise right then and there. No matter what it takes. No matter how long.
He will find his way back to you.
an: idk if it comes across, but the idea is basically that valko is semi aware that lads is a game. when infold announced his cancellation, valko was placed in a virtual purgatory/holding cell that is an infinite forest.
“a grown man is expected to dry his own hair, you know,” you grumble. still moving the towel through his hair anyway, a certain fondness creeping into your tone.
you never could keep the stern act up for long; he made it impossibly hard to do so. always, without fail, finding some way to make you crack with his charms.
“mmhm, sure,” he hums, but the faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips suggested otherwise.
“you aren’t even listening right now, are you?” you sigh, poking at his forehead.
“‘course i am. what was it? something along the lines of, ‘oh of course valko, i’d looove to dry your hair for you! you’re soo handsome and lovely valko, and-’”
you cut off his very poor imitation with a light whack to his chest with the towel.
he hardly feels it, of course—leaning back in his seat with a laugh, hands lifting to settle at your waist. gently tugging you closer between his legs.
“you’re so spoilt.”
“your fault for indulging me.”
“next time you come here dripping water all over my apartment, i will seriously consider shutting the door in your face.”
he winces, holding a hand over his chest in mock offence. “ouch. you wound me. you’d leave me out in the cold, really? that’s not very nice, pretty.”
you roll your eyes. setting the towel down, testing running your fingers through the still slightly damp strands. gently combing them through, working out any small tangles.
as if on instinct, he nuzzles his head up into your hand. beckoning wordlessly for you to continue. staring up at you with pure adoration in those enchanting gold eyes of his.
“well, i suppose i’d have to let you in eventually. you’d just camp outside my door until i did, anyway.” you shake your head, feigning annoyance. “such a pain.”
he just grins. “and yet, you love me.”
pressing a quick kiss to his nose, a small, unwilling smile spreads along your face, mirroring his.
“yeah, i do.”
ill MAYBE edit this in the morning.. lowk not vv happy w this BUUUT i miss my wolfie even though we nvr rly had him ☹️☹️
tags: fluff, established relationship, movie night
wc: 563
Movie nights with Valko are your favorite. Snuggling on the couch, holding him close never fails to bring you comfort. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the subtle thumping of his heart. His tail wraps around your waist, brushing your thigh.
"This one? Hmmm. You in the mood for sci-fi?" You hold up the remote, searching through genres to find something that might work.
"Nah. Seen too many of those recently."
"Horror?"
"What about a romcom?" He sighs, stretching out on your couch and resting his hands behind his head.
"What about Twilight?" He smirks, clearly trying to rile you up.
"Val! We are not watching Twilight." You laugh.
"You’re the one always comparing me to Jacob."
For some reason, the TV just isn't responding, so you press down harder on the button. You angle the remote, as if that would somehow improve the connection. Unfortunately, the smooth plastic slides out of your grip. It clatters to the floor, the battery cover popping off.
"Shit. Valko can-"
"Got it!" Valko practically dives towards the remote, grabbing the device.
"Thanks…"
"No problem!" He gives you a fanged smile.
That's weird. He seems almost… Happy? Proud? Excited? That's the word. He seems strangely excited to retrieve the remote for you. You didn't notice it at first, but now that you think about it, it's something he's done since you met.
Just last week, you dropped your pencil while you looked over reports from the Association. Before you even registered that you had dropped it, Valko handed it back to you.
Yesterday, you accidentally knocked your phone off the counter while cooking. Valko was there to pick it up.
This morning, the toothpaste tube slipped out of your hands when you were brushing your teeth. He literally ran from the other room just to help you.
Then it clicked.
"Valko," You sigh, staring him dead in the eyes. "Are you… playing fetch with me?"
"No! I'm-" His voice cracks, coming out a few octaves too high.
"Ahem." He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual baritone. "No. What do you mean? Tch. Playing fetch. I'm not a stupid dog." He insists.
"Right…" You give him a side eye, but resume the movie search regardless.
You hand him the remote, letting him find what to watch while a plan brews in your mind. There's no way you’re letting this slide without teasing him. It's just too good an opportunity to pass up. Spotting the bag of snacks perched on the table, you reach over and grab it, letting the bag slowly fall from your hand. It lands on the ground with a crackle.
Like a sleeper agent, Valko's eyes lock onto the package. His eyes narrow, like he's stalking prey. The wolf hybrid lunges, snatching it up from the floor. Valko then places it in your lap with a gentleness that belies the urgency with which he grabbed the bag of snacks.
"Valko."
"What?"
You snicker and toss the bag across the room.
"Valko, fetch!"
He bolts up from the couch, scoops up the chips and returns it to your outstretched hands.
"Oh. No, no, you did not!" Valko's face drops as he processes what in the world just happened. Red blooms across his face and his ears twitch in anger as embarrassment sets in.
"Stupid wolf instincts." He mutters. “Stupid human."
an: I am genuinely devastated at the loss of such a wonderful character and am angry at the way infold has handled the situation. so I wrote something lighthearted for those who need it rn
also apologies if anything doesn’t make sense or is grammatically incorrect it’s 2 am rn for me and I am tired… g’night guys I sleep now ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
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