Curious and cautious, your new guest seems keen on keeping you on your toes.
Valko x reader, slight humor, strangers to ??
You paused what you were doing, looking over your shoulder to see him: the uninvited guest who seemed more than comfortable bumming it out on your living room floor and watching your television.
At first, you’d debated kicking him out. It was your place, after all. But when even the threat of feeding him a bullet didn’t phase him, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued. This person was the cause of the high alert your hunter’s watch had signalled off to everyone within a 50 mile radius of Linkon.
And yet here he was…tail thumping and eyes sparkling at the drama playing on the screen while nibbling what was left of your chocolate.
“Oh, auntie’s gonna be pissed,” you heard him whisper, a huff of disbelief escaping his chocolate stained lips. Even when his tongue swept across them, chocolate remained, making you snort.
“How old are you anyway, intruder?”
He turned his head as if just reminded you were there, nose scrunching and brows furrowing.
“You earn a name. Right now you’re just a wolf invading my territory.”
“Eye for an eye or whatever the saying is.”
“So which one of us will go blind?”
“Depends who puts the blindfold on who.”
Your eyes went wide as you slammed your hands against the table and stood. “So not only do I have an intruder, I have a pervert as well?”
He raised a brow. “A blindfold is outlandish for you, Sweets?”
“Considering I wasn’t selling anything to you of all people, that makes sense,” you hissed, warm in the face. “Now my patience, while plentiful, is still a finite resource. So tell me why you’re here or you’ll get less chocolate and more metal."
“I like chocolate better, honestly."
A groan tore from your throat as you tossed your hands up. You swore you saw the fucker grin at the reaction.
“I’m a younger sibling, Sweets. You’ll have to try a lot harder to intimidate me.”
You wanted to point out that he was a wolf and that should be why he wasn’t easily intimidated. But the man before you was as backwards as one could be, and so you let it go for the sake of your sanity.
You took some deep breaths, looking at the positives. He wasn’t an enemy as far as you were aware. He felt familiar yet distant, almost as if waiting for you to close the gap rather than pushing for closeness.
He was observant and attentive while also playing the borderline clueless intruder.
“I’m nothing but honest.”
His playfulness faltered at the question.
You watched him closely, unsure of what to expect but finding yourself almost relieved when the grin strengthens again.
“What, you want me to say I’ve seen you in my dreams?”’
“I do, it’d be a pretty sweet dream if I do say so myself.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
Valko tilted his head. “Am I?”
“A question in response to a question isn’t an answer. It’s bait.”
“And you took it despite knowing that? You’re too kind to me, doll.”
“Enough with the nicknames!” you snapped, lifting your fingers to your temples and rubbing in circles.
The apartment was silent for a few moments, nothing but the sound of the characters sobbing on screen and emotional music playing.
“...you really curious?” Valko initiated after a thoughtful pause. “Like…genuinely?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn't,” you grumbled. There was no point in lying about your interest in this situation. While you were unsure about being interested in him, you were interested in how he was related to you.
“People ask questions all the time without wanting the real answer. I just don’t want to explain, only to be called a liar.”
You softened despite your best efforts.
The wolf stood up without question, walking toward you in slow, confident strides. He stared down at you with only partial hesitation.
You don’t believe him. It shocked you how viseral the reaction to his words felt.
“Not in the way most people have, at least.”
Before you can ask what he means, your watch goes off, followed by messages from your fellow hunters with coordinates and an SOS.
He doesn't look surprised at all.
“Duty calls, Miss Hunter. Don’t keep ‘em waiting.”
You weren’t sure if he was talking about your fellow hunters or the wanderers.
You moved on autopilot regardless, mind swirling with his words as you grabbed your weapon only to pause at the door. When you turned to look at him, he waved a hand, the other in his pocket.
“Go on. Just cause I was kind enough to share you with them doesn’t mean I want them to keep you from me longer than needed,” he teased.
There was an intensity in his eyes that had you borderline wanting to obey.
You tightened your hold on your weapon and huffed, leaving him alone in your apartment, completely unaware of the worry in his chest the farther away your scent got.
kaledo-art
turnnoffyourmind
blakekathryn
