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ugh idk why im having such bad writers block. i literally can’t think of anything!! if u guys have any ideas for pup!dad valko and girl!dad zayne pls help a girl out ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
A/N: I heard we were writing Valko fics for World Chocolate Day 🍫 Here's my humble offering of silly, fluffy play-wrestling with everyone's favorite wolf. Stay strong Valko girlies - hopefully we're gonna be bringing him home soon!
For years, humanity has asked the question: Is there anything better than a sweet treat at the end of a long day?
The data on that particular query is still being compiled. But as far as things go for you, lately each day has ended with a few bites of chocolate as you sink into your couch. It's where you find yourself now, collapsing onto a throw pillow before unwrapping the candy bar you'd stolen from the stash in Valko's office.
And speak of the devil himself, you're not even a single bite in before the couch cushion next to you is occupied.
"Hey. What's that?"
Valko has never exactly been subtle. You can picture the way that his tail would be wagging right now, if it wasn't tucked away in... wherever it went, when it wasn't attached to his body. His eyes practically gleam as he looks at the candy bar, waiting for your answer to his clearly rhetorical question.
"Not yours," you reply sarcastically, smiling at the way he pouts. You push against his shoulder when Valko starts to get too close.
"Really?" He sounds unconvinced. In fact, he sounds like a man who can see right through your funny business, and is barely holding it together long enough to play along with the joke. "Because that looks like one of the chocolate bars I had in my desk." He leans closer, easily pushing past the blockade that you've tried to put up. "Smells like mine, too."
You laugh, trying your hardest to keep it away from him . But your outstretched arm isn't nearly enough to deter him, nor is the shaking of your head. Valko breaks off more than half of the chocolate, and it's in his mouth before you have the chance to say anything.
"Valko!"
You can't help but smile. It's impossible not to when he's got that self-satisfied look on his face, complete with a small speck of chocolate at the corner of his mouth.
"You know, chocolate's supposed to be bad for dogs," you tease, giving his shoulder a playful swat.
"Good thing I'm a wolf," Valko replies.
"That's not... never mind," you say, rolling your eyes as another soft giggle escapes you.
Valko expertly takes advantage of the distraction, swooping over to grab the rest of the candy bar out of your hand.
"Hey!"
He's much more effective than you are at defense. Valko's keep-away game is infuriatingly good, and today is no exception. By the time you realize what you're doing, you've already climbed halfway over his chest in your failed attempt to take back the candy that's still hanging over your head. Valko bristles with laughter.
"You're a thief," you complain.
"And you're one to talk."
Valko gives the chocolate bar a tiny shake, taunting you. Still it's kept out of your reach.
"Tell you what," Valko offers. "If you take it from me, you can have the rest."
"That's what I've been trying to-"
Valko doesn't wait for you to finish. He just casually pops the last two squares of the chocolate bar into his mouth, holding it there between his smirking teeth.
His head tilts to the left, daring you to come closer. It's unfair, really, how cute he can manage to be when he's teasing you. The sight of him should frustrate you, but instead you lean down, already moving to close the small distance.
Impatient, Valko pulls you the rest of the way. His arm circles your waist, and the next thing you know, your lips are barely a centimeter apart.
"You're a pain," you breathe over his lips.
Technically, you're far too close to see Valko's smug grin. But you swear you do anyway, and the hand on your hip gives a sneaky tug.
Chocolate isn't the only thing that makes the kiss sweet. In fact, the taste of it fades to the back of your mind the longer you melt into him, arms finding their way up and around Valko's neck as he sinks happily into the couch.
By the time he lets you pull away, Valko's cheeks are dusted with a rosy pink.
He sits up, pulling you into his lap with one hand while his other arm rests on the back of the couch. It would be easy enough to get up. Nothing's stopping you. Still, you stay right where you are.
"Happy now?" Valko asks.
Your arms cross in response. "I'm pretty sure most of that chocolate bar ended up in your mouth," you grumble.
"Guess that means you'll just have to go steal another one." Valko pauses, considering something, then leans in to speak next to your ear. "Or at least, try to."
You don't have the time to unpack all the ways you react to his voice. You can't even focus on the curl of his strong fingers against your hip. Because there's only room for one thing on your mind.
Soo... yeaahhh. Valko headcanons. Somehow it's three pages long. I think I blacked out somewhere in the middle.
Also first time ever writing headcanons.
Valko, who caught your scent when you decided to quickly ran to a nearest store to satisfy your late night craving of something sweet. You remember the full moon being especially bright that night, when you walked back to your home with a huge amount of various sweets in your hands, completely oblivious to a wolf following you from the roofs.
Valko, who started a full-blown internet investigation on you the second the effects of a full moon disappeared. He was very annoyed by a surprisingly small amount of information about you. Your main social media page looked like you update it once in a blue moon (haha). Your second page under a fake name revealed a bit more about your interests, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Valko, who spent several days brainstorming ways to "accidentally" bump into you and somehow came up completely blank. Seriously, why do you spend so much time at home? Why can't you go for a walk? Visit a cafe? Wander aimlessly through a bookstore? Give him something to work with.
Valko, who monitored your online activity with the patience of a wolf stalking its prey and nearly jumped out of his chair when you signed up for a Twilight marathon at a local movie theater. He immediately canceled two meetings, moved another three, delegated an entire afternoon of work, and somehow convinced everyone it was a matter of national importance.
Valko, who claimed the seat right next to you and tried very, very hard to focus on the first movie, but your scent is distracting enough to make concentration impossible. Who would have thought he would end up sympathizing with a fictional vampire by the end of the night, suddenly understanding the struggle on a deeply personal level.
Valko, who noticed how shy and introverted you were, but also how your entire face lit up whenever someone genuinely asked about your interests. He immediately weaponized this knowledge by peppering you with question after question during the break, listening to every word as though each answer was the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.
Valko, who became deeply offended during the second film when you quietly fangirl over Jacob. He starts nitpicking every scene Jacob appears in, pointing out more and more ways a real werewolf would not behave like that. His criticism became increasingly specific, suspiciously passionate, and oddly informed
Valko, who had to fight cuteness aggression when after his long ramble about how werewolves are portrayed all wrong in media, you tilted your head at him with your big eyes and completely dismantled his argument with a soft “But he has fluffy ears.” He had to look away for a second.
Valko, who silently wondered if you would react the same to his ears.
Valko, who offered to walk you home because it is dark and you should not be alone. And definitely not because he wanted just a little more time with you. Absolutely not.
Valko, who mentally applauded you when you stopped outside an apartment complex he knew wasn't yours. A safety precaution. Smart. Very smart. He simply smiled, wished you goodnight, and walked away without a second glance so you wouldn't have to awkwardly pretend to search for your keys while waiting for him to leave.
Valko, who immediately climbed onto the nearest rooftop the moment he rounded the corner and followed you from above anyway, making sure you safely got home.
Valko, who spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if his ears are fluffier than Jacob’s.
Valko, who became the target of endless family jokes after his cousin caught him examining himself in the mirror and heard him absentmindedly mumble "Are they fluffy enough?" No amount of threatening stares could erase that moment from family history
Valko, who continued monitoring your online activity and just so happened to start appearing at places you frequented until exchanging phone numbers with him felt completely natural. You didn't need to know he'd already memorized your number weeks ago and had to actively resist texting you first.
Valko, who started to bombard you with texts, because he needs to share every single second of his day with you.
Valko, who quickly learned all your favorite games and spent all his free time (And sometimes even his work time. Chairman priveleges.) to play them and learn everything about them.
Valko, who intentionally got obscure lore details wrong just to watch you burst out of your shell and passionately explain exactly why he's incorrect. He just wanted to hear you talk.
Valko, who spent days making mods for your favorite game, adding features you absolutely needed, fixing bugs that had been plaguing the game for a decade now, and then sending the developers an absurdly detailed bug report with screenshots, steps to recreate the bug, three different solutions, two follow-up notes and a passive-aggressive little “hope this helps.”
Valko, who discovered that your apartment building allows pets and spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering whether turning into a giant wolf and pretending to be a stray would increase his chances of receiving head pats.
Valko, who accidentally developed an entire internal ranking system for your smiles. Tiny smile? Good. Laugh? Excellent. Snort-laugh? Achievement unlocked. Full-body wheezing because of one of his dumb jokes? He'll be riding that high for the next month.
Valko, who somehow always knows when you've had a bad day before you even say anything. You assume he's incredibly emotionally perceptive. In reality, stress literally changes your scent.
Valko, who had to exercise an inhuman level of restraint the first time he stepped into your apartment to stop himself from openly sniffing everything. Every blanket, every pillow, a hoodie draped over a chair... they all smelled like you. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to bury his face in your couch cushions.
Valko, who suddenly got very cold and used the blanket on your couch “to keep warm.” In reality it was the perfect excuse to wrap himself in your scent and pretend that was completely normal behavior.
Valko, who preferred to sit cross-legged on the floor by your legs, claiming it was more comfortable whenever you tried to usher him onto the couch with you.
Valko, who somehow always ended up leaning against your legs while sitting on the floor. He didn't even realize he was doing it until you casually rested your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while standing up.
Valko, who began dragging you out of your apartment at every possible opportunity, claiming you needed sunlight.
Valko, who, despite his golden retriever energy, somehow always found the quietest café or the most secluded bookstore whenever your social battery started running low. He could somehow tell before even you realized you were getting overwhelmed.
Valko, who stood just behind your shoulder whenever strangers bothered you on the street, silently staring without blinking. If they still refused to take the hint, the corners of his lips would slowly curl upward just enough to reveal his canines, accompanied by a low, almost inaudible growl that somehow made people suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be.
Valko, who nearly short-circuited the first time you absentmindedly called him "good boy" after he fixed your computer. He froze. Completely. You blinked at him in confusion while he desperately fought every instinct telling him to wag something he definitely did not have in human form.
Valko, who reacted to the sound of a snack bag opening like it was a dinner bell. No matter where he was, he would appear instantly.
Valko, who was suddenly very grateful for your chaotic sleep schedule because it meant he could spend almost the entire night playing games with you, watching movies, or simply existing in comfortable silence while you both ignored the fact that it was somehow four in the morning.
Valko, who challenged you to games over the last chocolate milk in your fridge every single time, but still shared it with you no matter the outcome.
Valko, who completely short-circuited during one of your movie nights when you absentmindedly started playing with his hair. His eyes slowly drifted shut before snapping back open as every instinct screamed at him to shift and flop into your lap. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting unnaturally still.
Valko, who became irrationally competitive with every dog you stopped to pet during walks. "He's cute." "He's drooling." "He's a bulldog, Valko." "Exactly."
Valko, who instinctively positioned himself between you and every large dog that barked at you. Most of them stopped barking the moment they looked at him. Their owners found it very strange.
Valko, who knew the exact moment you realized you liked him, even if you were too shy to say it out loud.
Valko, who became increasingly affectionate afterward, always finding little excuses to bump shoulders with you, sit a bit closer or casually drape an arm over your shoulders.
Valko, who would occasionally stare blankly at a wall for several minutes. If questioned, he would insist he was thinking about work. In reality, he was trying to figure out how exactly one tells the person they like, "By the way, I'm a werewolf."
Valko, who took you for a hike in the forest to clear his mind in a more familiar and comforting surroundings.
Valko, who did not expect a pack of wolves to suddenly cross your path and completely ignore his warning stare, instead snarling at both of you.
Valko, who heard your frightened yelp and lost all reason. His ears and tail appeared and he loudly growled, staring at the wolves, until they backed down and retreated.
Valko, who caught a hint of satisfaction from the wolves before they disappeared. Were they trying to help him?
Valko, whose heart stopped, when he realized that his secret was out.
Valko, who slowly turned to you with slumped shoulders, a tail hanging lifelessly behind him, and ears flattened against his head. He plopped onto the ground in a futile attempt to make himself smaller.
Valko, whose eyes kept darting between you and the ground, looking like a kicked puppy. You were sure you could even hear a quiet whine from him.
Valko, who forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, when you carefully traced his ears with your fingertips before giggling and scratching at the base of his ear just right.
Valko, whose entire worldview shifted the moment he realized your immediate response to discovering he was a werewolf wasn't fear. It was “You're so fluffy.” He was going to marry you. Immediately.
Valko, who from that day forward, was no longer trying to hide his wolfish tendencies at all, because apparently you thought they were adorable and he had no self-control whatsoever.
You Catch Valko & Zayne Secretly Eat TWO Whole Chocolate Cake 💖
Fluff. Warning—might be OOC. Credit images by @rinierin7 on X, proof credit to Ro (I stand by what I said that this is the best you do!) 💖
It’s 3 in the morning, and the deep sleep you were finally enjoying is rudely interrupted. You blink in the dark room, heavy eye and groggy, trying to pinpoint what exactly pulled you out of your dreams.
Then you hear it—a hushed and frantic whisper. Then the sharp clatter of a metal fork against a ceramic plate.
You drag yourself out of bed, pulling a blanket tightly around your shoulders, and shuffle down the hallway. The kitchen light is on, casting a warm glow onto the floorboards.
You step into the doorway, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. "What.. are you two doing?"
Both Valko and Zayne freeze instantly.
Sitting at the kitchen island are two premium bakery boxes, their lids flung wide open. Valko has a massive forkful of double-fudge cake hovering halfway to his mouth. Zayne’s cheeks are visibly puffed out, a smear of dark chocolate frosting at the corner of his usually pristine lips.
They look at you like deer caught in headlights, their mouths completely full and their eyes wide with absolutely unapologetic guilt. (How dare they??)
You peer past them at the boxes. Crumbs, a smear of chocolate buttercream on the cardboard, and nothing else.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter, rubbing your temples. "You ate two WHOLE double-fudge cakes. Between the two of you. At three in the morning."
Valko quickly swallows, looking at the empty boxes and then back at you. "So... funny story—" he starts, but his voice abruptly cuts off. He winces, a hand flying up to firmly clutch the side of his jaw. "Ouch. Okay. Talking is a bad idea."
Next to him, Zayne finally swallows his bite, but his stoic expression instantly crumples. He reaches for a glass of ice water on the counter, pressing it aggressively against his right cheek, his Evol cooling the water until almost freezing.
"Valko ate a cake and a half," Zayne grumbles, his voice muffled by the glass. "I merely had my share. Which was half a cake."
"You matched me bite for bite until the sugar hit, don't lie," Valko groans. He leans his elbows on the counter and gives you this wide, incredibly pathetic look. His eyes are doing that sad, pleading puppy-dog thing that he knows always works on you. "Don't be mad. The craving was a monster. We had to slay it."
"And now your teeth are staging a rebellion," you sigh.
Zayne lowers the glass slightly. He looks exhausted, his usual collected demeanor hijacked by a massive sugar hangover and a throbbing toothache. He looks up at you, his eyes softening into a silent, miserable plea for mercy. "It was... exceptionally rich," he admits quietly. "I may have miscalculated my tolerance."
You look between them. Two capable, grown men, completely taken out by cakes in the middle of the night. You want to yell at them for the ridiculous sugar intake, for waking you up, and for not saving you a single bite, but the misery on their faces are too funny to stay mad at.
You let out a long, defeated breath. "Don't move."
You go to the bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet, returning a minute later with mefenamat tabs and two mugs of warm saltwater.
"Sit up," you order Valko, nudging his shoulder. You hand him a mug and a pill. "Wash your mouth with this first, then take the meds. It'll help the throbbing. Zayne, here."
Zayne takes the mug with his free hand, looking at you with quiet gratitude. "Thank you. I'm sorry we woke you. And that we didn't save you any."
"Yeah, yeah. Save it," you say, a small smirk slipping out as you lean against the counter. You watch them nurse their jaws, waiting for the exact right moment to drop the bomb.
"So," you start, your tone dangerously sweet. "Since this is obviously an emergency... I’ll go ahead and call Dr. Milton. I’m sure he can squeeze both of you in for an emergency root canal first thing in the morning."
The reaction is instantaneous.
Valko chokes on his saltwater, coughing as he scrambles to sit up straight, his puppy-dog eyes vanishing into panic. "Wait, no! It's not that bad! Barely a twinge, really!"
Zayne freezes, the glass of water halting halfway to his mouth. The color drains slightly from his already pale face. "A dentist is unnecessary," he says quickly, trying to regain his composure despite the obvious flinch when he speaks too fast. "The pain is already subsiding. See? Good as new."
"Are you sure?" you ask innocently, pulling out your phone and tapping the blank screen. "Because a second ago it looked like you were dying. I think we need some drills and needles just to be safe."
Valko reaches out and gently, but frantically, covers your phone screen with his large hand. "I promise, no more midnight cakes. Just... put the phone away."
Zayne nods in solemn agreement, looking at you like you're holding a weapon of mass destruction. "We have learned our lesson. No drills."
You finally let the laugh bubble up from your chest, setting the phone down on the counter. "Alright, alright. No dentist. But you're both making me breakfast tomorrow. Something savory."
Valko sigh in relief. He steps forward and rests his chin heavily on top of your head, wrapping his large arms around you in a warm hug. "Deal," he mumbles affectionately into your hair. "Whatever you want. You're the best."
Zayne sets his empty mug down and steps closer, gently tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders so it doesn't slip. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, though he still wince slightly at the movement. "We are sorry we woke you," he murmurs, his voice returning to its usual low and soothing cadence. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
Before you can even take a step, Valko simply scoops you up into his arms, careful not to touch his aching jaw. Zayne leads the way back to the bedroom, turning off the kitchen light behind them.
Ten minutes later, you're tucked safely under the covers, sandwiched between two large, very guilty men. With Valko's steady warmth at your back and Zayne's hand gently holding yours in the dark, you decide that missing out on the chocolate cake wasn't such a tragedy after all.
The next 2 days.👆 You can’t get angry though. Just look at their face! 🥹
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୨୧ — The arcade was sensory overload- shrieking children, seizure inducing lights, the cacophony of a hundred machines all screaming for attention. Valko normally would've hated it. Too loud, too bright, too many smells all competing for dominance in his sensitive nose. However... Today was a bit different.
He'd stopped caring about ten minutes ago.
Hard to focus on all that other stuff when you were bent over a claw machine like that... ass pushed out just slightly as you concentrated, tongue poking between your lips. Your shirt had even ridden up in the back. Just a sliver of skin visible above your waistband.
Dangerous view, he thought, tilting his head appreciatively. She's doing this on purpose. Has to be.
"Okay, sweetie, watch-" You were talking to some random little girl -couldn’t have been older than six, pigtails askew, face still sticky from cotton candy- who’d been crying over the machine, quarter after quarter swallowed by this rigged piece of garbage. You, being you, had swooped in like some kind of hero, all soft voice and gentle hands, crouching down to her level... and of course, he had followed you like he always did. "See that one? The gray wolf with the big eyes?"
She nodded so hard her whole body wobbled
"The trick," you said, crouching to her level while keeping one hand on the joystick, "is that the claw is a dirty rotten liar. It wants you to go straight for the prize. But see how that wolf is kinda wedged against that pink bunny?"
She sniffled and nodded again.
"We're gonna use that. Knock him loose first, then grab."
Valko leaned against the side of the machine, arms crossed, watching. He'd hidden his ears and tail away before you both left the apartment -couldn't exactly walk around in public with them out- but you knew the signs. The way he kept shifting his weight. The little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The soft, almost dreamy look in those golden eyes as he tracked your every movement... If his tail was out right now, it'd be going absolutely stupid.
Look at her, he mused, teaching strategy to a six year old like it's a heist movie. Cute as hell.
"Okay, here we go-" You positioned the claw with and waited for the perfect moment, and-
Clunk.
The claw descended. Bumped the pink bunny. The gray wolf wobbled, tipped, then finally fell loose.
"AGAIN!" the little girl shrieked, already bouncing, "Do it again, do it again!"
"I got it, I got it-" You were grinning now, feeding another quarter into the slot.
Natural, he thought, head tilting as he watched the way you let the kid put her tiny hands over yours on the joystick, guiding together. The way you gasped with her, celebrated with her, turned a stupid rigged carnival game into something magic. She's so natural with her...
It made his fingers twitch against his bicep with the urge to touch you, hold you, keep you.
The claw descended.
Gripped.
Then, finally, the gray wolf lifted... wobbled... held...
You froze mid breath. The little girl froze too, carefully following your lead.
Valko's expression softened despite himself. Gonna be such a good mom. Patient. Gentle. Probably let our pup get away with everything, spoil 'em absolutely rotten. His lips quirked. Can't wait to be the "fun dad" who enables all of it.
Valko's gaze dropped to your stomach...
Flat... for now. His cock threatened to twitch at the thought of you round and bred. He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, trying to ground himself, then shook his head to clear his mind. Easy. Public place. Children present. Don’t be a degenerate.
His ears were straining to pop free and he had to wrestle them back under control, but fuck, it was hard. Every instinct screaming at him to grab you, drag you somewhere private, and-
The stuffed wolf tumbled into the prize slot with a soft thump.
"YAAAAAAY!" The kid dove for the retrieval door, yanking out her prize and hugging it so tight the stuffing nearly burst, "HE'S SO FLUFFY!!!"
You giggled, ruffling her hair, saying something about how she did all the hard work, you just-
"Let's make one."
You froze.
Valko was still leaning against the machine. Still had that soft, dreamy look. But now there was something else there too- something heated and certain and wanting.
"Wh-...What?... Valko?"
He pushed off the machine, closing the distance between you in two easy strides, looking down at you with half lidded golden eyes as the little girl scampered off. "That." His head nodded toward the retreating girl. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Let's make one of our own. Ours would be cuter, obviously."
Your face went red so fast he could practically hear the blood rushing. "H-Here? Now? Valko, we're in-"
"Not here." He laughed, low and teasing, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm not that much of an animal. Usually."
Valko's hand found your waist and yanked you close -no asking, just taking. That infuriating smirk played at the corner of his mouth as his voice dropped to a low rumble- same one that always made your knees forget how to work.
"Watching you with her?" He clicked his tongue, fingers drumming once against your hip. "Hmm. 'Intoxicating' doesn't quite cover it." He tilted his head, pretending to think, "Maybe 'criminally unfair'? Yeah. That's closer."
You felt his thumb trace lazy, deliberate circles- like he had all the time in the world and knew damn well you weren't going anywhere.
"Got me thinking dangerous thoughts, sweetheart." His smirk widened, canines catching the neon light, "About how pretty you'd look all swollen up with something we created." He leaned closer, breath warm against your ear, "About how much fun we'd have getting you there."
Then his hand drifted with deliberate slowness until his palm came to rest against your stomach, the heat of him bleeding through the thin fabric of your shirt. The pressure was firm -possessive- fingers splayed wide like he was claiming the space beneath them.
He tilted his head to the side, those sharp eyes fixed on your face, reading every flicker of emotion that passed across your features. "What d'you think?" he tapped your stomach lightly.
"V-Valko- we- people can-"
"Can what? See me touching my girl?" His grin turned sharp. Wolfish. "Good. Let 'em look. Free entertainment. They should be taking notes."
And then the world flipped.
You yelped as he ducked down, hooked an arm under your knees, and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The arcade tilted wildly: neon lights, sticky floors, and shocked teenage faces all spun as he strode toward the exit.
"VALKO! What are you- Put me down!"
"No can do." He patted your ass cheerfully. "Taking you home. Non negotiable. Already decided."
"Oh my god."
"That's what you'll be saying later." Smug. So fucking smug. "Among other things. Loudly. Repeatedly. I'm taking requests, by the way."
You couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up and you buried your face against his back as he carried you through the parking lot. This was insane. This was absolutely insane. Valko had just announced his intention to impregnate you in an arcade and was now kidnapping you in broad daylight and you were laughing.
"You're ridiculous," you managed.
"Mm, and you're gonna look so cute waddling around." He deposited you in the passenger seat with surprising gentleness, then immediately crowded the open door, caging you with his arms, grinning like he'd won something. One hand came up to tap your nose -boop- like you were the pet here before leaning closer, nose brushing yours.
Then the smugness flickered.
"So?" Softer now. That eager puppy energy bleeding through despite his best efforts, tail finally peeking free and wagging- thwap thwap thwap against the car door. "Yes? C'mon, say yes. You know you want to."
You bit your lip. Felt the giddiness still bubbling in your chest, the warmth, the absolute certainty that this ridiculous, impulsive, wonderful man was yours.
"Take me home first-" You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down for a quick kiss, "then ask me again."
His whole face lit up, "I mean..." He ducked down, lips finding your neck, teeth dragging just enough to make you shiver. "We have the car right here." Another kiss, lower, right at your pulse point. His voice dropped, "Right now. Why wait?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, one eyebrow arched, challenge and hunger written all over him.
"Unless you're scared you can't keep quiet." A slow, grin. "Which- honestly? Valid concern. You are kinda loud."
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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 1.3k words | domestic fluff, uncle!valko, babysitting, chinese honorifics juijiu = uncle, jiuma = auntie
"Do you think he'd like me around?" you ask, the gift bag dangling from your fingers, heavy with the toy train and some freeze-dried raspberries and peaches. Valko looks down with a smile, wide and excited to see his nephew again. His hand is warm against your back as both of you walk along the pavement leading to his sister's estate.
"You can try," he chuckles, "But nobody beats his uncle Valko," he beams at you, all cocky and mischievous. With your lips pursed to the side, you bump against him, making him stumble slightly to the side. "A girl can try to be in his good graces, at least."
"And I have never doubted you for a second, pretty," he grins as you playfully smack his arm before hooking your hand on the crook of his elbow. "You're lucky I love you," you warn playfully.
"Juijiu!" the little boy immediately darts for the door, only to pause upon seeing you tailing his beloved uncle as he turns around and runs back in, holding onto his mother’s pants, shy and hesitant with a new person.
"Now why the u-turn, Vicky?" Valko couldn't help but laugh, handing over the basket of fruit in his hand to his younger sister. "Enjoy your day today, I know, I know I'm such a great big brother," he pats her head, her own ears lifting as she laughs and rolls her eyes, addressing you.
"Sorry you have to deal with this dork on a daily basis. And don't worry about Victor! He's normally just a shy pup, he'd open up eventually with snacks," she chuckles and gently presses a kiss to your cheek. "I'll leave my baby with the two of you. Thank you so much for accompanying my gege,"
When the fanfare ends in the foyer, you and Valko find yourselves in the expansive living room, Victor shyly peering at you while he stays in Valko's arms, tiny hands clutched on his uncle's designer cardigan. Tiny Vicky buries his face in Valko's neck as you smile at him sweetly, arms outstretched with the gift bag.
"Victor! I brought you gifts and snacks, you want some?" you ask, voice slightly high pitched as Valko rubs the tiny pup's back, "Go and take the snacks, Vicky," he encourages, despite his earlier teasing, there was no way he couldn't help you with trying to win his nephew over.
And finally, after seemingly assessing the closeness between you and his uncle, he steps forward, fingers twiddling with each other before you pop out a freeze dried raspberry and hold it out to him, "Here, have a treat,"
He takes it in his mouth, small and cute before he visibly relaxes, tiny tail now slowly swaying as he gives a little dance at the sweetness of the snack. "Do you want to see your gift?" you ask, head tilted to the side as he turns to synonyms for confused Valko who nods encouragingly. He turns back to you and nods, "Yes please, jiuma,"
Clapping your hands in delight, you hand him a box wrapped in gift paper, and he squats down, tearing off the gift with surprising dexterity for a three-year old.
Valko scoots up closer to you, your shoulders brushing against each other, "See? You're doing great," he assures, pressing a tender kiss on your temple while watching Victor unwrap the toy train, eyes sparkling and tiny, baby wolf ears perking up.
Huffing as Victor excitedly rushes to him, he shows the train proudly, "Juijiu look! Train!"
Valko chuckles and pats Victor's head, "Did you say thank you to jiuma?"
Victor's ears momentarily flatten, his hand wrapped around Valko's pinky as he faces you and gives a very polite bow, "Thank you jiuma," he mumbles, soft and gentle as your heart absolutely melts.
His cheeks were cute and rounded, prominent with his lowered head. Reaching out, you gently pet his head, "You're welcome," you smile, assuring and bright before he turns back to Valko and sits in his lap, lifting his new toy up to show him.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight, lovely and healing.
"Then…I'll prepare some fruit for the little guy," Valko suddenly announces after playing with Victor for a while. Looking at you, he shoots a grin that has 'Do well!' plastered on his face, thumb stuck out before completely leaving you and the little guy alone.
"Wh-What am I supposed to do?" you panic when he starts walking away. "Just let him play for a while, usually he's more receptive when people don't try and hound his attention,"
So there you stayed, right beside the busy Victor when he rolls the trains across the living room floor, doing his best to assemble the tracks together with tiny hands, and you have to hold everything back to try and help him.
Watching, you simply stay close before he finally looks up, eyes assessing you for a moment before he stands up with a small grunt, bum stuck up the air first before his little body straightens. "Jiuma, help please," he enunciates the best he could, waddling over with a relaxed tail and tentatively lifted ears, "Need to…need to put together," he sways his tail slowly.
"You want me to put it together?" you ask in surprise, a little touched he was asking for your help. He nods. "Ung,"
You crawl forward, piecing the tracks together as he watches over your shoulder, shirt bunched against his hands in concentration as you finished the cyclical track. "There we go," you smile at him, and to your surprise, he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, as if out of habit.
"There we go," you smile at him, and to your surprise, he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, as if out of habit.
"Thank you, jiuma," he says, absolutely precious. Finding his spot, he sits on the space where your legs are crossed, showing his train to you this time. "Do you like trains, Vicky?" you ask him as he nods.
"I like all cars," he says, eyes sparkling up at you, "And public transport," he adds with the struggle on his 'l's and 'r's.
"Really?" you hum, entertaining his willingness to open up. "Like what cars?"
His ears perk up in excitement, "Like! Like buses, and taxis, and airplanes!"
You couldn't help but chuckle, "Airplanes are cars?"
"I think so," he tilts his head, now pensive. "Is it?"
Valko returns with a bowl of fruit, "Has he taken my spot now?" he teases, seeing him nestled comfortably with you.
"Mmm, you might have serious competition babe," you tease, grinning up at him as Valko huffs, setting the fruit down the coffee table.
Picking Victor up from your space, the pup squirms and whines, "Juijiu! I wanna sit with jiuma!"
Valko clamps his arms around Victor's middle, not letting him free, "Nuh-uh! She's my mate!" he teases the poor pup. Victor squeals once his uncle starts tickling him, a loud and joyous little sound as he curls up into him. "I like jiuma," Victor pouts at him as Valko sucks in a breath, "Look at you, Mr. Steal Your Girl," he huffs.
You couldn't help but lean against Valko's shoulder with a wide smile, absolutely floored with the fluffy feeling of domesticity.
"Jiuma, do you like juijiu?" Vicky asks with a small pout as you gently tap his nose, "I do," you admit as easily as he asks. "I looove Vicky's juijiu the most! Is that okay?" you grin as he thinks for a moment.
He tightens his grip on Valko's shirt, looking up at him curiously then at you, then at Valko again.
"Juijiu, do you love jiuma?" he asks with a blink.
Valko looks at you, reaching out to gently caress your cheek with a sweet smile. "Absolutely, I love her the most,"
a/n: very very frequent watcher of tros, and my favorite ep ever is the one with eunwoo + heedo + nayeon. love love heedo/nayeon, i think they're so cute. definitely a big inspo for this drabble lol, iykyk
˚₊ · »-♡→ ; sorry this is so short, but i was itching to get some valko out! ૮꒰ ᵕ—˕— ꒱ა
the pups love socks and shoes
ever since they began crawling you would find more and more pairs of socks and shoes either misplaced or just missing in general.
their obsession started with your house shoes. the fluff intrigued them so much! you’d let them feel the fur on occasion (like to help keep them distracted when you’re doing dishes). but then they start taking them off of you when you’re sitting down! seeing them figure out how to use them was endearing at first…but it’s getting out of hand now 𐔌՞--𐦯
it doesn’t help that valko has no care for decorum!! he just leaves his socks strewn around the living room and it won’t be until a week later you find them in the kitchen cabinet hidden in a pot. he practically encourages them.
and when they begin walking?! they’ll just casually stroll in with a sock (which was your favorite one that went missing last month) practically covering their entire leg. and the shoes! you can’t count how many times you had to catch them putting shoes in their mouths. even though you’ve tried hiding them, putting them in hard to reach places- they always find a way.
you can also find them flopping around with one of valkos work shoes (on the wrong foot of course).
and as much as they love yours and valkos shoes…they’ll will NOT keep their own on. as soon as you put them in their car seats they immediately toe off their shoes and socks to throw them around in the backseat. and yes they do chew them as well. and yes there will be holes once their canines are in.
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﹙♡﹚yeah, no. valko won't become lost media under my watch. infold gave me enough information to make myself a general idea regarding his personality, so you best believe he's going to be considered the sixth and official li in this blog. love him so much 𐙚˙⋆.˚
it had been raining horribly for days, and going outside was a questionable choice.
you were focused on your screen, watching a silly drama series while clutching a cushion, your eyebrows furrowed.
you truly needed the entertainment, or else you'd bore yourself after thirty-six hours of confinement.
“how dumb, why doesn't he just confess…?” you whispered to yourself, taking a sip of your sweet, warm tea without looking away from the unnecessarily heartbreaking scenes.
just then, you heard a knock on your door.
it was five past eleven, no one in their right mind would go out so late, let alone when it was raining like crazy.
you paused the series and went to your door with soft, hesitant steps, your eyes narrowing.
“...who is it?” you asked, not daring to open the door just yet.
a soft whining noise caught your attention, most likely a puppy's.
did someone abandon a pup on your doorstep?
oh gosh, who'd do such a thing?
you opened it immediately, and when you looked down, expecting to see a wet box with a poor little creature inside, you found a pair of polished yet soaked shoes instead.
“gotcha,” a voice echoed, making you jump and look up.
ah, of course.
valko, with a stupid grin on his face.
“you… what are you—?” the words died in your mouth as he stepped inside, drenched, water droplets falling onto your clean floor.
he discarded his coat and shook his entire body like a dog, not only making a mess, but getting you just as wet.
“valko!” you squeaked, covering your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself from the flying water.
he looked around briefly before sniffing the air, his nostrils flaring softly. he left muddy footprints all the way to the kitchen, his large frame looking out of place inside your cozy apartment.
you grunted under your breath, picking up his wet coat with the tips of your fingers, trying to avoid the small puddles he left carelessly behind.
he checked your pantry, then your fridge, his eyes slowly travelling around.
he only turned around when he sensed your presence behind him.
“you can't just come in and make a mess, valko!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “what is this? why are you here so late? and… step away from the fridge, you're wet and you'll catch a cold!”
he straightened up and looked down at you.
“you don't have much protein,” he said, pointing back at the fridge before closing the door. “you need meat.”
you parted your lips to speak, then frowned.
what was this?
an inspection?
he kept walking around, and you followed despite yourself.
now, valko and you had… a thing.
you'd say it was casual, occasional.
you liked him, and he liked you, but you felt it'd be too rushed to invite him over to your sacred place, even though it'd been going on for months.
so, having him here, invading every inch as if he owned the place, was not in your plans.
he entered every room, analysing the furniture and your unmistakable scent.
he sat down on your bed, his large hands dragging one of your plushies over and holding it hostage against his chest.
that's when he finally addressed you.
“it's nice,” he nodded, leaning against the headboard. “it's big enough to have four or five pups running around.”
you immediately felt your skin turn hot, your eyes wide.
your heart almost gave out with how fast it was beating.
“v-valko?”
“okay, what about three?” he arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “and then three more when we move to my place. it's bigger.”
you finally had enough.
you stomped closer and yanked the plushie away, holding it close.
this man—
“you can't— you… first of all, you're getting my bed all wet! second of all, you…” you took a sharp inhale, closing your eyes briefly. “you can't just casually mention… c-children, valko.”
he looked down at the damp mattress before meeting your gaze again.
his fluffy ears emerged, and you hated when they did.
it was a vile tactic, a dirty move, especially when… when he made them go all droopy, and his golden eyes looked so sad…
oh, that sweet face…
no!
“stop, valko!” you turned around and closed your eyes. “bad boy, bad!”
seconds later, a pair of strong arms coiled around your waist, easily lifting you off the ground.
he nuzzled the back of your head and inhaled your scent, his tail swishing softly behind him.
“why didn't you tell me to come over sooner?” he asked, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.
you planned to squirm away and get out of his grasp, yet instead, you found yourself freezing in place.
you didn't expect him to ask that.
“why did i have to invite myself in?” he continued, his tone dropping even lower. “you didn't want me here, in your space?”
“valkie… isn't it too soon?” you whispered. “it's only been a couple of months…”
“soon?” he echoed, his fingers digging ever so slightly into your soft tummy. “it's been one hundred and fifty-seven days. that's five full moons, little bunny.”
your eyes fluttered, finally opening after a while. all you could see were your legs suspended in the air.
“we should be married by now. you, marked. me, claimed,” he nuzzled your jawline from behind, lingering there a little longer. “how much longer am i supposed to wait?”
“valko…”
“you keep saying my name. if you like it that much, use it to beg for me to make you mine.”
you gasped, his words making you feel a strange warmth in your chest, and a dizziness you couldn't explain.
he sat down all of a sudden, pulling you onto his lap. your back was against his chest, and he hid his face in your neck, as if it were his refuge.
you thought he'd grow uncontrollable, that you'd have to throw a cushion his way and make him calm down, that he'd mark you right then and there, taking what he saw as rightfully his.
but the seconds went by, slowly, and instead of the situation escalating, you heard a small whine, muffled and low.
his arms tightened around your body, refusing to let go.
“...please,” he whispered. “how much longer, bunny?”
your heart melted.
you didn't know if you were ready.
hell, you didn't even know if he was being serious about the six kids, and if he was, then you had lots of things to think about beforehand.
but the idea of being his, of being marked and claiming him as yours in return, wasn't strange.
you'd had a taste of what valko would be like as a partner for… a lot of days, as he so explicitly recalled, and you didn't regret a single moment spent with him.
“i… i'm not sure yet, valko,” you whispered, not daring to move an inch. “i can't give you a date.”
he sighed, and while you weren't looking at him, you knew his tail had dropped when you could no longer hear it thump against your bed anymore.
“but…” you continued.
one of his ears perked up with interest, his golden eyes now bright.
“but you… could stay the night. get to know where i live, and… explore my space.”
that's all it took for valko to stand up again, turn you around with ease, and pull you against his chest in a tight hug.
his tail wagged like a propeller, and he buried his nose in your hair, shamelessly taking deep breaths to carry your scent with him for longer.
“two more full moons at most,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “no more.”
“valko, i just said—”
“i'll go clean up,” he kissed your lips, tilting your chin up with his index finger just to keep you in place. your eyes shut, and you instinctively returned the kiss, though it took you a few seconds to react.
when he pulled back, he brushed your lower lip with his thumb, noticing how it glistened with his saliva under the soft light of your lamp.
marked.
his.
“don't go anywhere,” he whispered, and that crooked, stupid grin came back to his face.
you were left speechless as he left your bedroom, his chest puffed out, and his fangs showing as he smirked.
you knew he'd take this as an opportunity to snoop around and mark his territory however he could, but instead of irritating you even more, you found it… somewhat adorable.
the rain kept falling outside, and your laptop had long since run out of battery, but you didn't mind.
the wet puppy now invading your space, checking whether you had enough food, whether your windows were secure enough, or whether your plushies were fluffier than him, was far more interesting than anything else.~
﹙♡﹚hi! more valkie-val content for you, my sweet angels. ♡ i think i write best when i'm emotional, and i truly needed something heartwarming. hope you all like it, and thanks for the support! (๛ ˘ ³˘ )♡
“valkie, where are you going?” you whispered, your hands clutching his bicep in an attempt to make him stay.
he turned to you, his head cocking to the left.
his warm palm came up to cup your cheek, and you immediately nuzzled it, leaning against his touch.
“it's late, bunny. i have to go,” he explained, his smile easy, but his golden eyes betraying hesitation.
you frowned slightly, looking down at the floor, only to lift your eyes seconds later and meet his again.
“yeah, but… you just came,” you insisted, your voice turning frail, almost desperate. “stay? a little while, please.”
his thumb caressed the soft curve of your cheekbone.
he couldn't stay; he knew it.
but he couldn't leave you alone, either, not when you were looking at him with those pleading eyes, clinging to him as if you needed his existence to keep breathing.
“honeybun, i wish i could, but…” he trailed off, his resolve growing weaker.
“please…” you mumbled, your arms now coiling around his torso. you nuzzled his strong chest, trying to commit his scent and warmth to memory.
if he was going to leave so soon, you wanted to take as much of him with you as you could.
he leaned down, his chin now resting atop your head.
his hands hesitated before resting on your lower back, pulling you closer to him, making your bodies almost melt together.
you whined softly and shut your eyes so tightly that you couldn't perceive the light or shadows anymore.
you didn't want to think of anything else that wasn't this moment.
you wanted to recognize him by his scent; his manly, musky perfume, so that when you were lost, you could find your way back to him with all of your senses.
you didn't notice you were trembling until he lifted your head, his expression soft but concerned.
he leaned closer, his warm lips catching a tear as it rolled down your cheek. valko lingered, the tip of his nose warm against your skin, his mouth pressed gently to your tear-streaked face.
how could anyone try to keep him away from you?
“valkie,” you sniffled, your hands travelling up his chest until they rested on his shoulders. “will you come back…?”
he sighed.
his lips left your skin as he pulled back, but he remained close, pressing your foreheads together.
“i won't need to come back,” he mumbled, his arms wrapping around your waist in a way that left little to no room for you to move. “because i won't leave, little bunny.”
your breath hitched.
you searched his gaze for any hint of deceit, or perhaps pity; a pity that would make him tell sweet lies as long as you stopped crying.
but those golden pools held nothing but resolve and tenderness; a mate promising his beloved he wouldn't dare leave as long as he lived.
he couldn't do it, he wouldn't survive if he left. his heart wouldn't make it if he didn't have yours beating close to it.
“you— really? you promise?” you whispered, your fingers gently caressing the smooth undershave at his nape, perhaps to ground yourself, perhaps to comfort him as well.
he kneeled right there in front of you, his chin tilting up so he could meet your gaze.
he took your hands in his and kissed each and every one of your knuckles. he then turned your hands over and nuzzled your warm palms, closing his eyes in pure bliss.
“i promise,” he assured, looking up through his thick eyelashes.
you cupped his cheeks and caressed his warm skin with the tips of your fingers, your eyes still glistening with unshed tears.
you traced the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows, his jawline, trying to memorize their shape, their texture, their softness and sharpness all at once.
it was almost as if you were scared of him disappearing.
scared of him going, scared of him leaving, and scared your mind wouldn't be able to recall anything you could hold on to.
he followed your hands with his eyes until he captured your fingers, pressing soft, wet kisses to them.
then, he stood up, towering over you in a way that never once felt threatening.
he picked you up in his arms with painful gentleness, treating you like the most delicate and fragile treasure, and held you against his chest, his body curling inward just to keep you surrounded by him.
his limbs, his scent, his breathing, and his clothes all brushed against your skin.
your fingers clung to him for dear life.
his long legs carried both of you to your bedroom, where he finally placed you down.
but you refused to let him go.
you stubbornly kept your limbs wrapped around his body, so he had no choice but to lie on top of you as carefully as he could, then gently roll the two of you over so that you'd be resting on his chest.
he lowered his hands until they reached the small of your back, and he pressed a lingering, soft kiss to your forehead the moment your pretty eyes looked up at him.
“i'm here, my bunny,” he whispered, his low voice rumbling in his chest. “i'm not going anywhere.”
no, he wasn't.
you wouldn't let him.
you shook your head softly and nuzzled his neck, sniffing his scent the way he taught you to; soft little sniffs to recognize where his scent was the strongest, then three long, slow inhales to take it in and commit it to memory.
the mix of pine, sandalwood, and the natural scent of his skin made you feel drowsy; the fear of him leaving replaced by his grounding promise.
you kissed the warm spot that brought you comfort, and let your consciousness drift away.
valko remained quiet, but he watched attentively as your eyelashes stopped fluttering, and your chest rose and fell calmly against his.
he nuzzled the top of your head and pulled a blanket over the two of you, almost as if to keep you both beneath a protective barrier the rest of the world couldn't break.
he knew not to make promises he could break, but… you were fighting so hard to cling to him, to remember him.
and if your heart, body, and soul were already memorizing every inch of his skin, he wouldn't truly be gone from your world.
ever.
he closed his eyes and buried his face deeper in your hair.
maybe fate would ask impossible things of him one day, maybe the world would try to pull him away.
but, if it ever did, he would spend every lifetime finding his way back to the little bunny who knew his scent by heart.~
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