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Many Chinese girlies have been trying their hardest to inform us that we should avoid posting on about Valko on red note on the 7th of this month as it is a very sacred holiday. Any posts made by global players during this time CAN and WILL be purposely taken out of context by the toxic fans to make our movement look HORRIBLE. The Valko antis are searching high and low for any material that could ensure that either Valko never returns or Lads get shut down! Many Chinese girls acknowledge that we want the same thing. However, these toxic fans are purposefully trying to make global players look bad, now that they know we are supporting them!

PLEASE SHARE EVERYWHERE. IF YOU ARE IN A DISCORD SERVER OR GC, SHARE THIS WITH THAT PLATFORM!!!!

— requested by @chapterswritten

The baby just wanted chocolates 😭 give him back! I will fill our drawers and shelves with chocolates! Will even try his chocolate scrambled eggs! 😵‍💫

I was just trying to give him some chocolatey goodness when the fic ran on its own... Different story from my other fic. Hope you enjoy ♥️

Valko fluff, Valko x baker!nonmc, a little crack, wc 1.1k

Exiting the lab with a frown, Valko walks towards his private office with heavy steps and a weary exhale. Thinking about recent issues and delays in his projects made his head hurt and his patience close to snapping.

Sinking into his office chair, he grabs his phone and scrolls through a delivery app to look for the one thing that sounds like a great idea right about now. His mini fridge full of Awoo Milk isn’t gonna work today.

He’s craving chocolate cake. The glossy, heavy, gooey kind. The happiness exploding in your mouth and sticks to your teeth kind. The overloaded with even more chocolate toppings kind.

you pressed record on your camera as you laid out all your products on your vanity making sure you had everything for your makeup routine before turning back to valko.

"you ready?" he pulled you in by the waist as he gave you one of his dashing smiles.

"if it's anything like how you do your makeup? i'm ready to look hot." you could only laugh as you cupped his cheeks, his ears making a brief appearance at your touch. you turned his face to the camera, holding his cheeks between your fingers.

"i'm here doing my boyfriend's makeup today!" you absentmindedly ran your fingers up an down his scalp as you explained the steps, but valko was lost in your small touches. your words muffled as he nuzzled into your tummy and hugging your legs. here he was this big log of a man with the strength to punch a boulder in half, but rendered powerless at your touch. he was so secure in his masculinity, he didn't care if he had makeup on or viewed as some lovesick puppy. he knew who he was and what he stood for at the end of the day.

"alright, close your eyes." you had already prepped his skin prior to the start, so you grabbed your foundation pumping a few drops onto the back of your hand.

"but how am i supposed to look at your pretty face with my eyes closed?" you rolled your eyes playfully. even though you were used to his flirty comments, they still gave you butterflies.

"fine, you can keep them open for now but we move onto the eye makeup, you keep 'em closed got it?" he gave you a salute in response, offering his face up willingly. you spread the foundation evenly on his face, using your sponge to blend it out to the best of your ability. he looked to your phone to see your work and gave a smoulder as he moved his face to view it at all angles.

"oh shit babe, this already looks so good." you laughed, pushing his shoulder. "wait till i get those fake lashes on you."

the rest of the video continued that way. you would put on another layer, he would admire at your work and he chose to either flex his muscles or give one of those cringe fuckboy stares. but it only made you laugh harder and harder each time, which is why he chose to do it in the first place. at one point you could barely stand as he did an arm flex, lip bite combo with glittery eyeshadow and a fierce winged liner on. he laughed along with you, holding you close as your toppled over his shoulder in laugher

throughout the whole video, his hands never left your body. whether they were resting on your waist as you applied eyelashes, on your thigh as you perched your leg up on the chair to put on his contour (you claimed you could get a better angle if you hovered over him this way), or on the small of your back as you turned to pick out a different product— he always needed to have some sort of touch point on his body, much like an anchor to keep him grounded.

you traced the last parts of his lip liner, smacking your lips together for him to mimic in order to get the lines to blend out. you nodded in approval before turning to pick out a lipstick to finish it all off.

"honey bunches of oats, you gotta fix this look—" you turned around to see him all up in the camera, nostrils pointed to the wind as he pursed and puckered his lips. "this side has way more than that side—" he pointed to the left side of his lips.

"val, what are you talking about? that's just your lips!" you tried to hold your laughter, getting in closer to try and see what he was seeing.

"this side has so much more, i can't go out with crooked as lips! i'm going to look like an idiot!" you grabbed his cheeks, turning him back to you to attempt to fill out the gap he was talking about. he turned back to the phone, shaking his head. "lemme see that—" he took the pencil from your hand and continued to overdraw his lips. you couldn't control your laughter at this point as he filled in the parts you already drew out.

"babe, i don't know why you're laughing. if you're going to do my makeup, you gotta take this seriously." he tried to remain serious, but by the end his lips were curling up into a smile seeing you trying to catch your breath behind him.

when you caught your breath minutes later, you held the last and final step, setting spray.

"alright, hold your breath big guy." he sucked in a bit of air, signaling you to start spraying. after your light mist, you quickly began fanning his face with the hand mirror that was close by.

"okay open." he was slow to open his eyes (probably because of the foreign feeling of fake lashes). you nodded as you admired your work, the gold tones you used in the eye shadow complimenting the gold in his eyes.

he finally stood up, looking at his reflection in the big mirror.

"oh baby— " he leaned in closer, taking in your artistry. the blending, the colors, the liner— the whole nine. he ran his fingers through his hair, puffing out his chest as he really felt himself.

"alright, let's go to dinner now."

"okay, let me take the makeup off—" you reached for your makeup wipes, pulling one out. valko swatted your hand away.

"no way! not after how hard you worked on his. i show off my girlfriend's talents." he gave you a kiss on your cheek, leaving behind a glossy sheen.

"bye everyone!" he waved to your phone before turning off the recording.

hours later, valko posted various pictures of you and him on his moments page both in full makeup with the caption reading, "call my girl if you ever need your makeup done 😘😘"

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.

You knew that. He had told you that he had to leave because staying with you during his full transformation in the supermoon might get dangerous.

You had been telling yourself this over and over again ever since he left. You knew his safety is guaranteed as long as he's with his pack but it still didn't stop you from crying about it at two in the morning, curled in bed with his t-shirt held tightly against your chest.

You didn't notice the balcony window opening. You only know he's back when a familiar warmth settles behind you, followed by a familiar chin nuzzling into your neck.

“You’ve been crying all night?”

And then you're turning, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, pressing your face into his neck, kissing his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth and crying harder all while smearing the wet mess of your nose on his face, which was not a very cutesy combination but you were past caring about all that.

"Easy there, princess. I just came back and it looks like you're trying to drown me in your snot."

You snort and immediately wish you hadn't, given the current state of your nose. You hit him, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Shut up, i hate you. I was so scared you'd get hurt or that you'd never come back to me because... because you realised how different i am from you.”

You feel stupid saying that out loud but you were actually scared, scared that his transformation would make him realise just how disparate their two worlds are, and how convenient it is for him to stay away from your kinds.

He turns your face to look at him. "I will always come back to you because I love you." He says, wiping the tears from your eyes, his lips meeting yours in soft feathery kisses. "No matter how much distance the world tries to put between us. No matter what forces decide we don't belong in the same story, I will find my way back to you. Every single time."

His words overwhelm you completely. The intensity of it all makes your body give out, your face falling back into his chest as you cry for an entirely different reason now, hands fisting tighter in his shirt like you can physically keep him here. His arms come around you, holding you like he can't bear the thought of a world where the two of you aren't together.

By the time you pull back to look at him, your eyes are dry, every tear spent until your heart is satiated and only then you notice the scratches along his jaw, the dried blood at his temple you had just been kissing.

"Val, you're hurt-"

"It'll heal, princess. I just need some time.”

"You're weakened right now, it'll take longer, you could get infected and spread rabies to me."

He looks genuinely offended at that. "That's foul. I'm not a dog."

You shrug. "You bite me all the time."

"You steal and sniff my clothes all the time," he says, pointing at the t-shirt still clutched in your hands, "but that doesn't make you a perverted thief, or does it?”

A triumphant smile spreads across his face. But you can't let him win.

"Who's the good boy?" you say instead. "Who wants belly rubs?"

"Me! Me-" His ears pop out, tail wagging before he's even finished the sentence. Then he catches your expression and stops, sitting very still and attempting to look like none of that just happened.

You raise a teasing eyebrow and he pouts, thoroughly defeated.

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