#valhar

I don't know what to name their relationship so I'll just tag them as Valhar lol

Author’s Note: I do NOT condone driving while under the influence. Please drink at the legal age in your country and drink responsibly.

Vale was volatile after the break up. More so than usual. He became reckless and messy. Something that did not mix well with his job. One of his more frequent clients recommended he take a short break. So be it, as long as it doesn’t interfere with his job. What he was going to do during the break, he had no idea. 

First thing that came to mind was to drink and drink heavily at that. Vale sat on the balcony, bottle of Jacopo Poli Arzente Brandy. A special liquor he and Zahar used to drink on special occasions or celebrations. Not like those are gonna happen anymore. The bottle sat open on the table, no glass in sight as Vale was drinking straight from the bottle. 

His head started buzzing after the first bottle went down completely without a hitch. “There goes about $250.00.” Vale mumbles out. “Who fuckin’ cares.” He gets up from his seat and stumbles into the kitchen, looking for anything else he can drink. Unfortunately, there’s only shitty American liquor, but hey, that’ll get you drunk quick. He picks up a bottle of tequila and pops the lid open. He goes to smell it and almost gags. 

“Strong. Just what I fuckin’ need. Stupid Zahar, leavin’ me all alone. -hic- Who does he think he is!” He chugs it straight from the bottle, instantly regretting it. “Fuck. I need some time to -hic- cool off,” he slurs out. He’s drunk at this point, having been drinking for hours already. 

Vale heads towards the front door, clumsily dropping the keys to his apartment and car, before picking them up and wobbly heading towards the garage. It takes longer than normal, but he makes it and gets in his car. He fumbles getting the key into the ignition and becomes frustrated. “Fuck! C’mon already,” he yells. When he successfully starts the car, he revs it, putting it into drive and speeds out of the garage. 

He’s speeding down a busy city street, ignoring lights and other cars. He doesn’t know where he’s going, he just wants to be anywhere but home. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. Soon enough, he enters emptier streets leaving the city, going over 100 mph. What he fails to realize in his drunken rage and stupor is there is a deer walking across the empty roads. 

“Shit shit shit!” He screams as he tries to avoid the animal. He does, thankfully; however, Vale ends up swerving right into a street pole and crashing immediately. 

—

The next thing Vale sees are bright white lights and hears the beeping of monitors around him. He groggily looks around to notice he’s no longer in his car, but a hospital room. There’s a nurse at the end of his bed reading a chart when she notices he’s awake. 

“Hello, Mr. DeLuca. So glad to see you’re awake! You had a rough crash back there. Good thing your airbags went off like they did or else you might not have escaped with just a broken arm, some minor cuts and bruises.” The nurse is rambling things off, but nothing makes it into Vale’s ears. He can’t help but feel like something is off. Really off. 

“I don’t feel good.” 

“Well of course not! You just survived a car accident,” the nurse cheerfully explains. She goes on again and this time Vale closes his eyes. 

“Mr. DeLuca? I need you to stay awake for me! C’mon, sir. I’ll get you some water.” Before anyone expects it, the machines start sounding off alarms. Vale’s vitals are dropping dramatically. More nurses and a few doctors rush in. While they try to figure out what’s wrong, one of the nurses looks into his chart for an emergency contact. Zahar Bista, 26, emergency contact number 214-***-****.

—

Zahar is at home watching TV when his cell phone rings. He picks up his phone and sees a number he doesn’t recognize, so he ignores it. It’s late at night anyway, why would someone random be calling him? It isn’t until the phone rings a second time immediately afterwards that Zahar gets an uncomfortable feeling. It’s the same number. 

“Hello?”

“Is this Mr. Bista? I’m Amy Drake from Mercy Hospital. We seem to have a Mr. DeLuca here and we need you to come up to the hospital immediately.” 

“Is this some kind of joke? Do you know how late it is? I’m hanging up.” And Zahar pulls the phone away. Before he can click end call, the nurse chimes in more seriously. 

“He’s been in a motor accident. He’s…not responding well. Please. We need you here as his emergency contact.” Zahar’s eyes widened in shock. 

“I’ll be right there.” Zahar grabs his keys and heads straight for Mercy. 

—

Zahar pulls into the hospital parking lot as quickly as he can. He’s out of the car, sprinting towards the hospital entrance and towards the guest services desk. 

“Hello, I’m Zahar Bista. I received a call for Vale DeLuca. Can anyone point me in the right direction?” The nurses page through their system and find the room Vale is occupying. They point him in the right direction and Zahar is off speed walking towards Vale. 

When he arrives at the room, he gasps at the scene in front of him. Vale is hooked up everywhere with tubes, lines, and wires. He’s been bandaged all over, and a cast has been applied to his left arm. The nurses notice him at the doorway and usher him inside, shutting the door behind them. 

“Mr. Bista I presume?” The head nurse asks. 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. You’re…going to want to be here to hear this.” The nurse explains the situation Vale ended up in, retelling the story the paramedics got from the crash site. Zahar just stands there dumbstruck. Vale hates driving unless absolutely necessary. What could have caused this? 

“His blood alcohol content was way above the legal limit, so we can assume that he got into the accident due to driving while impaired. I know this isn’t easy for either of you, but please support him the best you can. He’s going to need it these next several weeks. The nurses say a few more things before giving both men some privacy. Vale’s unconscious at the moment and Zahar takes a spot in a chair next to the hospital bed. 

“What the fuck were you thinking DeLuca?” Zahar whispers out, not wanting to cause a scene, but also not to disrupt any nearby patients or staff. “Why would you drink and drive? Especially after what happened to your parents. I can’t imagine you doing this…” Vale’s hand twitches slightly before returning to normal. Zahar eyes his hand and carefully grasps it. 

“Don’t be stupid and get yourself killed, you idiot.” Zahar mumbles out. On his free hand, Zahar looks at his watch for the time. 3:14 am. “Guess I’m sleeping over, huh?” Zahar brings the chair closer to Vale’s bed and leans over into it, but not close enough to disturb the injured male. He stares at Vale’s face, cut and bruised from the airbag deployment and glass from the windshield. “I can’t live without you Vale. Please.”

—

The morning light shines through the pale curtains of the windows, waking Vale up. He groans in pain, trying to shift in the bed, but notices a heavy weight on his left. He looks down to see Zahar hunched over in the chair, holding Vale’s hand, snoring. Vale tries to remove his hands from Zahar’s grip, which only stirs the other male awake. 

“V-vale? You’re awake.” Zahar says sleepily. 

“Yeah…” Vale rasps out, throat hurting. He could drink a gallon of water right now, but I doubt they’d let him. 

“Why would you go and do that!” Zahar bursts out. “Why would you drive drunk? Why would you almost kill yourself?” Zahar is exasperated. He’s tired and angry, confused, and hurt. 

“I don’t remember anything other than seeing a deer and trying to not hit it. Should I have done that instead? Killed two things instead of one?” Vale’s voice is quiet and small, unlike his usual boisterous self. Zahar sighs heavily, too groggy to properly argue with Vale this morning. Neither of them were in the shape to do so. Instead, Zahar stands up.

“Leaving now that you know I’m o-” Vale doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before Zahar has his arms wrapped around the injured male’s neck, careful not to press too hard. 

“Be careful, Luca. Please.” Vale’s eyes widened in response. He carefully lifts his arms and places them around Zahar, as comfortably as he can considering his position and broken arm. 

“M’ sorry, dove…” Vale could feel the grip on him tighten just slightly. They stayed in this position for a while until a knock was heard on his door and a nurse walked in. She greeted both males cheerfully. 

“Good morning Mr. Bista, Mr. DeLuca! Glad to see you awake this fine morning. I have some good news and bad news, some of which I’m sure you’ve already picked up on. First thing, you’ve broken your left arm but it’s a clean break, should heal in no time. You’ve acquired a few lacerations on your chest and legs, including minor irritation burns from the air bags.” She continues on with the prognoses, running through each injury like a well oiled machine. 

“The good news is we don’t need to keep observing you since your injuries are quite minor in comparison to the wreckage. So! You’ll be free to go in a few hours; however, you cannot drive yourself home.” She turns to Zahar for this next part. “Mr. Bista, would it be possible for you to take Mr. DeLuca home?” She looks at Zahar expectantly. Zahar lets out another sigh. 

“Of course. Is there any paperwork I need to sign off on for him?” She nods her head and asks him to follow her to the charge station. Zahar turns around when he reaches the door. “I’ll be right back.” He smiles slightly. Vale just watches him leave the room behind the nurse. He leans back down into the bed, slightly uncomfortable. He’d kill to get all these wires and tubes off of him. However, he listens to Zahar, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly. 

Vale clasps his hands together almost in prayer. “Sorry mom and dad. I never meant to repeat what happened to you all those years ago. I hope you can forgive your son.” He mumbles to himself. It’s silent in the room aside from the monitors beeping every so often. His body aches and his mind is whirling. God he fucked up, but Zahar showed up. For him. Even through all the shit Vale has put him through. He smiles just slightly. 

Provided by @ thekekro

Personal

Name: Vale DeLuca

Nickname: Love, Luca, short king (lovingly by Zahar)

Age: 26

Date of Birth: 11/22/XXXX (Sagittarius)

Nationality: Italian

Residence: U.S.A.

Goals: To love Zahar, to make a lot of money and support his loved ones, to become a published author

Religion: Spiritual leaning atheist

Sexuality: Bisexual

Specie(s): Human

Work

Occupation: Assassin

Degree(s): Master of Arts (MA) in English

Educational Background: Completed high school, completed college

Additional Job: Writer

Employment History: Self-employed

Accomplishment(s): Graduated both high school and college magna cum laude

Criminal Records: Arrested at 15 for petty theft; once he started his assassination gig, he’s never been caught :)

Traits

Physique: Lean and athletic

Skin Color/Complexion: White

Hair Color: Pale pink

Eye Color: Silver

Height: 5’9.45” but he rounds up to 5’10” cause he’s insecure but Zahar says he’s 5’8” just to piss him off

Weight: 155 lbs

Health: Has allergies, but overall in good health

Blood Type: O-negative

Body Type: I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know the difference with physique here so idk

Birthmarks/Scars: Scar along the left side of his lip that splits it vertically, then a scar that is vertical across his left eye

Skills & Abilities

Talent(s): Can tie a cherry stem with his tongue 

Skill(s): Flexible, like more than normal; can write in a really pretty cursive; can do simple card tricks, can do knife tricks

Enhancement(s): N/A

Mental

Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 130

Languages: English and Italian

Personality: Greedy, power hungry, cynical to some degree, playboy, selfish, manipulative

Temperament: Easy disposition but easily angered by people he dislikes but it’s the silent-angry type

Learning Type: Visual and tactile

Weaknesses: His love for Zahar, his money, his fear of automotives

Fear(s): automotives to some extent

Trauma: His parents died in an automotive accident when he was 16 and his sister disappeared when he was 14

Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Zahar, money, having power, having people like him, writing, reading, poetry, the arts

Dislikes: “Stupid” people, people who are purposefully weak, being called manipulative

Hobbies: Playing cards, writing (specifically poetry), swimming, scrapbooking

Interpersonal

Family

Father: Antonio DeLuca (Deceased)

Mother: Lucia DeLuca (Deceased)

Sibling(s): Sister - Rosa DeLuca (Missing)

Others

Distant Relatives: N/A

Friend(s): Romero, Alice

Both outfits were inspired by photos found on Pinterest, so I'll link the posts here :)

Zahar: Outfit here! Shoes here!

Preface: I wrote this at 2am so I don't know how much sense it'll make, but oh well. I've fallen head over heels for my two boys together and wanna build their relationship up until their eventual fall, hehe.

College was brutal for many people. You would always see students sitting along buildings or inside corridors with a sense of dread hanging loosely above them. Sometimes it was an impending deadline, other times it was balancing work with school. Whatever the case be, Zahar could relate to them. Being a fashion design major meant unending projects. He constantly carried around sketchbooks, fabric samples, and the existential dread that it would all go up in flames in the next critique. 

However, even with the challenges presented to him, he loved what he did. You could always find the tall, maroon haired man near the arts building constructing an outfit or in the library looking up references for his next design. Zahar was a well-known figure amongst campus for his kindness, but also his ability to turn anything into a work of art. There were those that envied the twenty year old, but never did that bother him. Like water in a stream, he let other’s distaste of him flow off his back. You could always find people surrounding Zahar, especially a pink haired male named Vale. 

Vale was, at the time, an English major. He could understand the time crunches of big projects as well. It wasn’t uncommon to see him with his laptop out, pencil behind ear, writing page after page of essays. The dark circles were always the tell-tale sign he was coming close to a deadline. While Zahar had fans, Vale seemed to be more of an outcast. Not because he was particularly rude or weird, but because he preferred to be alone. Something about the man said, “Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.” 

The two, for unknown reasons to those that looked from the outside, couldn’t see how the ever popular Zahar was friends with someone like Vale. Zahar couldn’t believe it either sometimes. Not because he thought he was better, but because Vale was so closed off. The only information Zahar knew of Vale was that he was twenty just like him, what his major was, he had no known family to speak of or at least none that Vale had shared, and he worked just like any other average college student did. What was his job? Vale never answered directly. Just that he was a people person at heart and worked “customer service”. 

The two men met during an introductory level maths class their freshman year of college. Zahar sat near the front of the lecture hall and Vale in the back, observing the rest of the students in the room. Zahar stood out to him, with his piercing red-pink irises and partially shaved head. The professor had just announced there was going to be a partnered project, something about finances or whatever, and instructed the class to find their own partner. Upon class ending, Vale approached Zahar. With his hand outstretched as an offering, Vale spoke quietly but with confidence.

“Would you want to be partners? My name is Vale. Vale DeLuca.”

Zahar would only stare at the outstretched hand before smiling and returning the gesture. 

“Sure! My name is Zahar Bista.” Zahar spoke in a low cadence, smooth as silk. Something that made Vale have butterflies in his stomach. The two divided the work, set up a schedule of meetings, and by the end of the project, both were awarded an A. 

Zahar was pleased and congratulated Vale on the hard work both shared together. 

“We make a pretty good team, huh?” Zahar let out casually. Vale just looked over at the man and smiled, eyes closing in content. 

“Looks like it. Would you like to hang out more? Maybe as friends instead of just classmates.” Vale opened one eye to peer over at Zahar, waiting for a reply. Zahar just smiled back at the pink haired man. 

“If that means you’ll model my clothes for me, then absolutely. I can’t seem to find someone patient enough to sit through fittings.” Vale let out a laugh, agreeing to be a model. 

“Only if you proofread my essays in turn. I always need a second eye to catch mistakes.” 

In the spacious apartment in the upper west side of the city, only the elite played their games here. The two men sat across from one another at the coffee table. Usually, they were chatting about their days and past times, but tonight wasn’t like their regular evenings. It was…tense to say the least. Neither male spoke a word, just stared into one another’s eyes. Zahar observed Vale with an accusatory look. His pink irises burned with a fury Vale just smirked at.

“You’re being dramatic again, dear.” Vale was the first to break the silence. 

“You’re being an asshole again.” Zahar was quick to retort. He folded his arms over his chest in a manner that said he wouldn’t back down from his point. Vale wasn’t quite sure what the point was, but that didn’t stop him from being unconcerned about tonight. 

“How often must we go through this, Zahar? You knew exactly what you were walking into when we started our relationship. You even enjoy the benefits from my work, might I remind you.” Vale haphazardly waved his hand around the spacious room the men sat in. The penthouse was far from what an average couple lived in. Zahar knew that better than anyone else. Zahar let out a huff. 

“I’m not ignorant, Vale. I know exactly what we have and why we have it. I’m just saying why do we need any more? Can’t we be happy with this?” Zahar leans forward on the loveseat he currently occupies. 

“Can’t we be happy without having you play bloody God?”

Vale’s eyes narrowed at his lover. “Dear. You know I can’t just stop what I do. It’s my life’s work. As much as you might hate it, I love it. I love the look on someone's face when they realise they’re about to meet their maker, if there is one. The power I have over people’s lives. It’s…exhilarating! Nothing beats that feeling.”

“Not even me?” 

Vale blinks blankly at Zahar before standing up and slowly approaching him. 

“Zahar, dear. You’re my world but there’s only so much you can give and I’d rather you not end up on the other side of me.” Vale sits beside Zahar, their thighs touching. Vale tries to reach for Zahar’s hand but it’s slapped away harshly. 

“I can only give so much?! I give you my everything and yet your job means more to you?! How could you fucking compare me to that!” Zahar stands up and in one quick movement before striding towards the door of their shared apartment. He quickly pulls on a jacket, one given to him by Vale, and the keys to his motorcycle. The helmet was discarded somewhere but at this moment, Zahar couldn’t care less about all the little details. 

“Dove, you know that’s not what I meant…” Vale tries to plead with his lover. He stood and reached out for Zahar once more. “I love you Zahar. I’ve killed for you. How else could I prove that I cherish you?” The tone of the pink haired male is soft, almost as if afraid to break glass. 

“Quit for me.”

All the air in the room seems to have been sucked out through some force. It’s icy and still. Vale looks at Zahar with pity in his eyes. Zahar had the keys in the front door’s lock before Vale answered. 

“If you truly love me, you’ll quit it. We don’t need any more money. We have enough split between your…work and mine as a designer. We could move across the world to somewhere beautiful. Somewhere we could spend the rest of our days. I could find some new inspiration and shower you the way you’ve showered me. Let ME take care of you for once. Please…if you don’t, then we’re done.”

Vale’s eyes widen slightly at the ultimatum he’s been given. Normally he’s never in this position and to finally be in it makes him more than angry.