sypnosis: valko x reader! valko has gone missing. but it seems that he might not have left completely…angst warning

*Missed Call from [Valko]*

*Missed Call from [Valko]*

*Missed Call from [Valko]*

You finally picked up on the third ring. 

“Hello? Valko? Are you alright—?”

“Hello? Hello? Helloooooooo? I can’t hear youuuu— just kidding. If you’re hearing this, I can’t come to the phone right now! Leave a message, and I’ll be right back.”

“Dammit!” You slammed down the phone at a speed that almost cracked the screen. 

Valko hadn’t called you for days. Highly unusual for him, as he usually called you and messaged you every other minute when he had to go away for more than 48 hours. He wasn’t sure how long he was going away for this time, he had sheepishly explained to you. Some company…what was it? Origami fold? Wanted his cooperation and required his full presence. 

He didn’t tell you what they wanted him for. Valko just told you that he had to go, he had no choice. 

But he promised he’d be back.

He didn’t call you on the first day. Neither on the second. Or on the third, the fourth…it was strange, not having your big, strong wolf around. But he had assured you, so you chose to believe it, that he’d come back soon. In his wallowing absence, you curled up in his room, which you’ve yet had the chance to decorate for him. Valko hasn’t moved in long enough into your home for you to start yet. 

You stared at the three missed calls piled up in your inbox. If only you hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, maybe you would have been able to pick up.

You dialed him again, and again, and again.

The fifth day became the sixth, and still, nothing. You started leaving voicemails instead of hanging up. 

“Heyy, don’t make me worry over nothing, Val. Call me back soon, okay?”

“I hope everything’s okay. Come back home soon!”

“I miss you Valko. I wish you’d just come home now.”

“I wish you’d never left.”

“I wish I’d never known you existed in the first place!”

You didn’t mean that. You were just upset, because called and complained to that stupid company, but they hadn’t given you back a single nod or reply.

So Valko must have given you the wrong company name! Right? Ah, that klutz, that beautiful idiot, always mixing up his words when he was nervous about something. Haha. There must be no such thing as Origami fold, only Info—

On the eighth night you called his sister. She didn’t know either. You tried everyone else in their pack. Nothing.

After the ninth night, you stood in the middle of Valko's undecorated room, surrounded by the boxes you'd never unpacked for him, and you squeezed the phone so hard that your hand ached.

“Sorry, I think our brother has—“

You didn’t dare believe it.

“—disappeared.”

Valko would never do such a thing.

“Maybe you should check…”

You don't remember hanging up. You don't remember the drive, or whose car you took, or how you ended up here, in the clearing you and Valko used to disappear to on nights when the moon was full. How wonderful those nights were, rolling around together in the grass, Valko kissing you, nuzzling your neck, which would always inevitably lead into the two of you coupling right there, under the moonlight filtering through the trees. 

Now, clouds were dragging slowly off the moon's face like a shroud being pulled back from something it would rather not show you. Like the magician’s veil being ripped off for a big finale, to reveal that what had disappeared, hadn’t gone after all.

You had come here hoping foolishly, desperately, that if you came back to this ridge where you met, he might be here after all. That he might come loping out of the tree line the way he always had, tongue lolling, tail held high, delighted with himself for scaring you.

He didn't come.

Because by then, it was too late.

Your wolf was already gone.

Tears dampened the grass below your palms, your nails digging into the dirt as you watched the clouds dissapate from the sky, revealing the moon’s pale face in full.

Once upon a time, you had called Valko your moon, your man. 

And once upon a time he had called you the sun. The most radiant star he has, and will ever set his eyes upon. The force he wakes up to, the light he bathes in.

Yet…

More tears fell. And Valko didn’t materialise in front of you as you thought he might, meeting you again like he once did under the full moon. 

Was he ever going to come back? It scared you to not know. 

At least he hadn’t left you alone.

i think a lot of people are missing the point which is we shouldn't be mad at each other, we should be mad at the big multi-billion dollar cooperation that fucked up in the first place. because i'm now seeing people calling for rafayel's cancellation and even calling him a r*pist which...where did that even come from? all because infold made the blunder in regards to making multiple HUGE mistakes.

yes, i'd love if valko could come back into the game BUT i'd be really happy if love and deepspace fixed all the long standing issues the game has been having for AGES now. like the lighting issue for dark-skinned players, the lack of ways to farm gems and more well-thought out storylines and cards. if valko had been cancelled but the game was taken care of then, honestly, i would not be mad.

but valko is gone, the game is a mess and players within the fandom are being absolutely fucking awful towards each other. i'm talking racism, homophobia, death and r*pe threats. all for a game featuring pixel characters who are programmed to act a certain way.

fluff! valko getting into your suitcase to take him with him on your trip, just puppy things hehe, i know that valko hasn't come home yet, but please be patient!

with your work trip coming up in a few days, you bring out your suitcase and lay it down on the floor. you open it up with the zip, the loud sound causing your boyfriend to come into your shared bedroom.

“peach, do you have to go?” he asks, sitting down next to your suitcase.

“i do, valko. i'm sorry, baby. it will be a quick one this time, only three days.” you sigh.

“can't you take me with you?” he tilts up his head, pouting so adorably.

“if you would like to make your secretary hate you, then yes, cancel your schedule for the entire week just to be sure.” you reply, placing your folded pyjamas into the suitcase.

“he won't hate me, peach!” your boyfriend replies, fiddling with your suitcase zipper.

“he won't say it, but his face will.” you shake your head, turning your back from him to not break under the pressure.

“i will just have to spend my days and nights, yearning for my lover to come back.” he sighs, and you smile as you fold up more clothes.

“i wish i could take you with me— baby, why are you in the suitcase?” you turn around to see your skyscraper of a boyfriend digging into your suitcase that barely reaches his waist.

“you said, “i wish i could take you with me” so now you can, peach!” he grins, his fangs peeking through ever so slightly.

“baby, we both know you couldn't fit into the suitcase even if you tried.” you fight back a smile, watching as he awkwardly tries to prove you wrong by smushing his long legs together.

“is it a crime for me to want my precious peach to save me from the terrors of employment?”

“val, you are the ceo of the company. the only terror is the look on your subordinates' faces when they find out their boss tried to fit into a tiny suitcase.” you kiss his cheek. “i promise to bring back chocolate bars from the place.”

“can you get all the flavours you can find? so we can eat them together?” he asks, his puppy eyes staring up into yours.

“of course baby.” you pat his head. “now please get out of the suitcase, you're going to get a cramp in your legs.”

“oh no, i can't move my legs! it seems like you have no choice but to leave me in your suitcase, peach!”

and one for wolfie too! f2u + f!mc and m!mc versions

sylus ♡ xavier ♡ caleb ♡ zayne ♡ rafayel

f!mc and m!mc versions f2u gifs/stickers with or without cred! #bringbackvalko (╥ᆺ╥;) 🐺🍫

pairing: valko x mc

summary: valko has an… interesting habit

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.