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it's always fun logging on and seeing what my mutuals are posting about cause it's usually just a wall of one thing and that's fun for me. rn it's going Rafayel glamour shots, Zayne fics, and angsty hurt/no comfort prompts omg. You know who you are and i love you.
i decided to update my dividers and instead of getting some ready made ones i made my own. it took way too long and i have actual graduate level course work that I have not started and i need to have done by sunday so i don't fail my summer class and instead i was making dividers.
MC and LI's kid travels to the past and meets their parents. "Hey I'm your kid 20 years from now." and their different reactions to it.
Was watching Back to the Future last night and it made me think of time traveling shenanigans.
Zayne: Silently shocked but is then immediately doing the math in his head to figure out when you get pregnant because he's realizing he can get a jump on pre-natal care.
Xavier: Is in shock for about a second before remembering he is also a literal time traveler and is then asking his kid how he got there and if there is a way for them to get back cause he doesn't want him to get stuck in the past.
Rafayel: Over the moon, doesn't even take a second to be shocked. Is just immediately hugging them and presenting them to you like "Look at this gorgeous kid we made! I knew our kids would look great!"
Sylus: Is immediately suspicious not wanting to just trust that this person is telling the truth but then he sees them next to you and the resemblance is so uncanny there's no question. Is teasing you the rest of the day about it.
Caleb: Drops to his knees, fists in the air, tears of joy. "YEEEEEEEES!"
Valko: Knows they're telling the truth immediately cause he can smell it on them, a perfect mix of him and you. Tail is wagging a mile a minute despite trying to be cool about it. Asks if they have any siblings and if they want more cause he will definitely give them more.
Can i just say that I think pancake is an absolutely adorable nickname that we all just collectively agreed was one of the petnames that Valko calls you. It's so cute!
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A Protocore throws you and Xavier two years into the future. You end up on his balcony. Your future selves end up against the glass door đ.
CW: Smut. Jealousy. P in V đMDNIđ
Huge thanks to @stardustsirens for helping me with this series! đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
Caleb's part here
"Please tell me that's the last one"
The air reeked of burned grass and dead wanderers. You let out a long breath and let your shoulders drop as the last Wanderer dissolved into light that flickered once and went dark.
A few paces away, Xavier had a few hair strands stuck to his forehead and a thin sheen of sweat at his throat, and that was the extent of the damage. Meanwhile you looked like you'd been dragged behind a truck.
"Perimeter's clear," he said, quiet, like nothing in the world could rattle him. He crossed the debris toward you, boots crunching over glass and rubble. "You're bleeding, though."
You looked down. A chunk of crystal debris had opened a gash along your calf and you hadn't even noticed.
"Huh. Didn't feel that happen."
"Let me look at it." He dropped to one knee, taking a bandage roll out of your hands before you'd even fully pulled it from your pouch.
His hands were warm. Warmer than it made sense, given the cold. When he folded the torn fabric of your pants back to get at the wound, his fingers grazed bare skin and something jumped straight up your spine. You bit down on the inside of your cheek so you wouldn't make a sound about it.
This was the problem with Xavier. Some days he fell asleep against your shoulder like it was the safest place in the world. Other days he kept a careful distance between you and answered everything in a polite, unreadable tone, and you were left wondering if you'd imagined the whole thing.
"Does that hurt?" his thumb pressed against the unbroken skin just above it â the touch was not necessary to wrap the bandage.
"A little," you said, watching the top of his head, how the moonlight caught the color of his hair. "Xavier. Can I ask you something?"
His hands didn't stop moving, but his shoulders went still. "Yeah."
"Why do you do this?" You asked flatly, too tired to dress it up. "Sometimes I think weâre... I don't know, really close. And then other times, you look at me like I'm just another Hunter from the Association. It's confusing."
He finished tying off the gauze, stood up and finally looked at you "I just think about things. More than I probably should."
He reached out to help you up, hands closing firm around your forearms.
"Think about what?"
You went to test your weight on the bandaged leg and the ground chose that second to be uneven. You pitched forward, right into him, your chest hitting his. His hands slid from your arms to your waist to catch you.
Neither of you moved.
You could feel his heart going fast under his uniform, which didn't match the calm on his face at all. His eyes dropped to your mouth, came back up.This is happening, you thought, a little dizzy with it. He's actually going toâ.
His grip on your waist tightened. Something cracked open behind his eyes, just for a second "You shouldn't stand this close to me"
"Xavierâ"
He stepped back before you could get anything else out.
Crunch. Something snapped under his boot.
A white protocore.
He picked it and it suddenly went off with light, a white light expanding outward faster than you could track. The air got sucked straight out of your lungs. Your ears popped hard enough to hurt, and then the ruins, the sky, and everything else was sucked into a roar of wind that yanked you forward like the world had grabbed you by the throat.
You hit something solid and warm.
"Oof â sorry â"
A grunt came from underneath you. You blinked against sudden dark, hands slapping down flat against Xavier's chest. You were sprawled on top of him, legs tangled, face mashed against his neck.
"Oh my god." You scrambled back so fast you scraped your palms on the floor. "Sorry â are you okay?"
Xavier sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, hair falling into his eyes. "Fine. Are you hurt?"
"No, Iâ " You stopped. Looked around. "Wait."
You weren't standing in the ruins anymore. You were standing on a balcony with black wrought iron railing and a view of city streets that looked oddly familiar.
"Is this our building?" You turned in a slow circle, "Xavier, did you just teleport us home?"
"I didn't teleport us anywhere."
"You definitely did something..."
"I didn't" He was already moving past you toward the railing, scanning it like it might answer a question you hadn't asked yet.
"Okay, well, something got us here," you said, following him. "So if it wasn't you, what was it?"
He didn't answer right away. He crouched by one of the plants, fingers brushing the soil. Damp. Recently turned. "I don't have an explanation for this."
"When did you get so many plants?."
He moved to a small table near, where two mugs sat, both used, one rimmed faintly with lipstick.
"This is kind of freaking me out."
You spotted a newspaper folded beside the mugs and reached for it before he could stop you.
The date on the header didn't make sense. You read it twice.
"Xavier." You held it out to him, throat tight.
He took it, scanning it fast, and for the first time all night something like real alarm broke through his usual calm. "This is two years out."
"Two years." You said it slow, testing the weight of it. "Okay. We're just âsomewhere else. Somewhere with your exact view, which is a really specific coincidence, but fine, sure, this is wrong, so so wrongâ"
"Calm down."
"Xavier."
"What."
You pointed, wordless, toward the far corner of the balcony, where a lumpy, badly painted bird feeder hung crooked from its hook, one wing chipped clean off. You'd have known it anywhere.
"That's Fatso"s" you said.
Xavier followed your finger, and whatever he'd been telling himself died on his face.
You grabbed for your communicator on reflex. Dead screen. "No signal," you said, more to yourself than to him.
"Mine's the same. Clock's not even holding steady." He pocketed the device "We need to see what's inside. If someone's living here, we ask them what year it is."
"Oh yeah because that is a completely normal question to walk in and ask a stranger."
"Stay behind me," he reached for the handle on the sliding glass door, testing the weight of it without committing to opening it yet. Behind the curtain, something moved.
You froze. Your fingers found the sleeve of his uniform and held on.
A hand pressed flat against the glass from the other side of the curtain, fingers spread.
Xavier looked ready to run.
A second hand appeared beside it. Bigger. Scarred across the knuckles. Something in your chest went cold with recognition even before your brain caught up. The second hand moved to close over the first, fingers lacing through.
There were two people on the other side of that door. And from the way the curtain was moving, they were not just standing there.
"Xavier," you whispered, barely any air behind it at all.
He didn't answer. He didn't move his hand off the door either âjust stood there frozen, staring at those hands through the glass like his whole nervous system had collapsed.
Then he moved. His hand closed around your shoulder and pulled, one smooth backward motion that tucked you both into a narrow space where the balcony wall met the building's outer brick. The spot was tight âbarely enough room for two people to stand without touching âand the angle it gave you was merciless. The glass door sat directly in your line of sight, lit from inside.
You should have looked away immediately.
But you didn't.
The curtains moved a bit. Two bodies, pressed close. The woman's face was hidden, her head tipped back behind the line of the man's shoulder. His face was visible. Hair catching the light. That jaw.
Xavier
The anger came fast and hot and settled behind your sternum like coal. Months of warmth and then distance. Months of patience that felt like it was always just about to become something and never did âand here was the answer to all of it, pressed against a glass door in an apartment that was still his, two years from now, with someone else.
He was kissing her the way someone kisses when they've stopped being careful about it. Deep, his hands dragging her back against him, the movements of his lower body slow and unmistakable.
You looked away. Focused on a crack running through the middle of the wall beside you. Breathed through your nose.
Beside you, Xavier was still looking. His face was flushed.
"Is thatâ" His voice came out wrong.
"Yup," you said. The bitterness in it sharper than you'd intended. "That's you"
A sound came through the glass.
The impact of skin against the glass door followed immediately by a broken moan, the sound dragged your eyes back to the glass door against your will.
The curtain had been pulled aside all the way.
The view was now unobstructed.
The woman was pressed flat against the glass, her bare breasts against the cold pane, her hands finding the frame for something to hold onto. Her face was fully visible now.
The anger in your chest went out like a light.
It was your face.
Your shoulders, your hands, the sound of your own voice coming through the glass in pieces, breathless and nothing like anything you'd heard from yourself before. Your future self's cheek was pressed to the glass too, eyes half closed, lips parted around sounds that weren't words.
Future Xavier's teeth found her shoulder and bit down, not gently, leaving something that would be visible tomorrow. His hand came around the front of her, sliding between her thighs to line his beautiful cock against her entrance.
Then he drove forward.
The sound she made came through the glass loud and clear and a small involuntary noise started building in your own throat.
Xavier's palm came over your mouth.
Fast. Firm. His fingers sealing the sound in before it could escape. His hand was shaking.
The glass door shook with the next impact. And the next.
Xavier had his mouth at her ear saying something you couldn't hear through the glass but could read in the way her expression changed when he said it.
Xavier made half a sound against the back of your head and he immediately swallowed the other half.
You felt it anyway. Felt the way his arm tightened across your chest, felt the unsteady rhythm of his breathing where his chest pressed into your back.
You couldn't look away from his face âthe future version of the face that was currently breathing against your templeâ wearing an expression you'd never seen on him before.
"Xavier," you said, against his palm. Muffled.
His arm tightened.
"Xavier." Louder this time, enough that he could feel the shape of his name against his hand.
His mouth dropped to your ear "Don't move." The words came out rough "If they see usâ"
Inside the apartment, your future self pressed her palm hard against her lips.
Future Xavier's hand closed around her wrist.
He pulled it down. He held her hand at her side and kept it there, and when she turned her face toward him he was already looking at her.
He wanted to hear her.
Below you a glass door scraped open.
One floor down, a man stepped out onto his balcony. Cigarette unlit between his fingers, head tilted slightly, listening to the night.
You pressed further into the shadow.
The rhythm inside the apartment changed. Not slower. The opposite. The glass shook in its frame and the sounds coming through it stopped being something that could be mistaken for anything else, and the man one floor down stopped trying to light his cigarette.
You looked at future Xavier's face.
His eyes were angled down and to the left.
He picked up the pace.
She tried again, her hand came up toward her mouth. Future Xavier caught her wrist without looking and his mouth moved against her ear again.
Whatever it was, she stopped trying to be quiet.
You thought about what you'd just watched him do. The escalation. The man on the balcony below. The reason your future self's hand kept getting pulled back down.
Was he jealous of that stranger?
Inside, her feet left the ground. Xavier had both arms around her, her arms caught under his, breast bouncing with every thrust.
You saw it first.
An unmistakable pressure beneath the surface of her stomach. Moving with every thrust. A belly bulge.
Your mouth went dry.
She was dripping. You could see it even through the glass âthe inside of her thighs slick and glistening where his movements had worked everything down, coating her skin, catching the apartment light every time he pulled back. The glass had a faint fog to it from her breath, small clouds appearing and disappearing with each exhale.
The deep flush running from her chest to her throat made something in your lower stomach pull tight.
The Xavier beside you tracked every place her body responded to him, her hardened nipples, the way her toes curled against nothing, the flutter beneath her skin that mapped exactly where he was.
Crash
A flower pot.
It hit the floor and you both stopped breathing.
Inside the apartment, silence.
Immediate and total.
Through the glass you watched future Xavier's head come up. No panic in it. No confusion. Just a slow turn toward the sound, his eyes moving through the dark until they found the spot where the two of you were standing.
He couldn't see you. The angle was wrong, the shadow too deep.
He knew someone was there anyway.
His expression went cold and your future self said something against his chest. The curtain moved slowly across the glass from inside and the light behind it went out.
You had thirty seconds. Maybe less.
Xavier crouched beside you. The Protocore looked small against his palm, throwing a faint white pulse between his fingers for just a second.
The glass door began to slide open.
The air changed, the balcony, the broken pot, the man with his unlit cigarette, all of it collapsing into white noise and rushing dark.
You hit the ground hard. Your knees met broken stone, the air was knocked out of you on impact and you spent the first few seconds just existing on the ground.
Xavier landed beside you.
You pushed yourself up to sitting. "So..."
Xavier said nothing.
"That was weird."
Still nothing.
"We wereâ"
"I saw it" he opened his hand and noticed the Protocore was gone "I was standing right next to you."
"So we're both aware of what we watched."
"Yes."
"And we're not going to talk about it?"
He looked at you. "Are you going to be able to not talk about it?"
"Probably not."
He made a sound that wasn't quite a sigh, stood up and offered you a hand. You took it and he pulled you to your feet and didn't immediately let go.
"That man on the balcony," you said.
Xavier's jaw moved. "What about him."
"Future you saw him and thenâ"
"I know what he did." He dropped your hand. Turned to look at anything that wasn't your face. "You don't need to walk me through it."
"I'm justâ" You pressed your lips together, trying very hard not to smile, it felt inappropriate and also completely unavoidable "Was he showing off?"
"We're not talking about that."
"Xavierâ"
"Not yet." He said it quietly. Just a line in the ground, clearly drawn. "Not tonight. There'sâ" He exhaled. "There's a lot I need to sit with before I talk about any of it."
You nodded. That felt fair.
You started walking, picking your way back through the rubble toward the gap in the wall where you'd come in, and Xavier fell into step beside you like he always did âslightly behind, slightly to your left, a position that meant he could see everything around you before you could.
The walk back was quiet. You were almost at the gap in the wall when he spoke.
"Can I ask you something."
"Go ahead."
He was quiet for a beat. Just long enough that you glanced over at him.
"Future me?" he said. "Or me?"
You stopped walking. "What?"
"You heard me. Who do you like more?
"Xavier, that's notâyou are the same personâ"
"Future me is two years ahead and has information I don't have and he was doingâ" a small pause, "âthings to you that I have not yet done. So. Future me or me?"
You stared at him.
He stared back.
"That is the most ridiculous question you've ever asked me"
"Humor me."
"You"
Something in his face changed.
"Good," he said.
"But future you did have hisâ"
The not quite smile disappeared. "We're going home," he said, and turned toward the gap in the wall.
You followed him, and you were very glad he was walking ahead of you this time because the smile on your face was not something you were ready to explain.
(Cause I am in withdrawl after not seeing my husbands for 3 weeks but we persist until they give us the wolf back!)
I'm really seeing Valko as the kind of high energy genius scientist that when they are on a roll they cannot write fast enough to keep up with their mind so his handwriting is atrocious. Even when he's not in a rush it is pure chickenscratch.
He is definitely someone who loves hiking and camping and while he loves the convenience of a tent he does also have a secluded cabin in the middle of the forest that's great for unwinding and unplugging from the city.
He uses his metalization powers to remove anti-homelessness measures. Breaking off bars on benches and smoothing out spikes under overpasses because people shouldn't be punished for not having a home.
Has a potted plant in his house that is fake but he thought was real that he would always water and didn't realize it was rubber until 2 years later.
He's very conscious about his scent because of how sensitive his senses are so uses odorless soaps, shampoos, and deodorants. Also prefers not to wear cologne when he can but will if out on an important date.
On the flipside he LOVES scents on his partner. Can't get enough of them. Is really attracted to woodsy and floral scents but also has a weakness for sweet gourmands.
If you take him to the beach he is 100% one of those guys digging a hole. He has, bare minimum, 4 other stray boyfriends that have jumped in to help while their partners look on with little shakes of their heads.
He has to be held back from buzzing his hair during the summer because he hates how hot and unruly it gets in the heat. Does let it grow out during the winter though.
Weirdly good at dancing but only because he gets dragged into recording dance trend videos with his younger cousins. This man needs to stop body rolling for the good of the humanity, there will be no survivors.
Cannot keep quiet during sci-fi movies with bad science because he WILL want to correct it.
This isn't so much a headcanon but more of a prediction but how much do you wanna bet his assigned fruit is grapes? Like they're leaning into the he likes things that hurt dogs thing (chocolate, lily of the valley,) What are the odds his favorite fruit ends up being grapes?
On that note^^^ he loves chocolate covered raisins. Two of his loves in one.
I'm sure I have more but these are the ones that have been bumping around in my head for weeks.
I may have went overboard TT. I was plotting out my Valko fic and i decided to give him a big family and I may have gone too big cause as it stands right now Valko has 11 aunts & uncles (including both current and old partners) and 22 cousins. And that's just on his mom's side.
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Summary: Per tradition, before Rafayel can fully become god of the sea he must spend a year on land to find his destined human bride. Unsure how to go about finding his bride he enlists the help of a matchmaker. Your new client is a bit strange but he seems genuine in wanting a love match. With a face that handsome it shouldnât be too hard to find this âdestined brideâ he keeps going on about.
Content: Finally some communication.
Word Count: 3100
Chapters: (First) (Previous)
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*Earlier*
You had stared at the keycard on the table in silence for what could be considered too long. You couldnât find anything to say. Your mouth was open but no words came out. Jun was fidgeting in his seat waiting for you to answer but there was nothing.
âItâs too soon, isnât it?â Jun said, breaking the silence. âI knew it was, I should have held off.â
âNo, no, itâs just umâŠâ you wanted to offer some kind of assurance but what were you meant to say in a situation like this?
In the rational part of your brain you knew that you should have taken the key, told him youâd be happy to move in with him. Things could go back to the way they were before you had ever broken up and you could move forward with your life. It would be so easy. An answer to your problems living with Rafayel and these damned feelings you couldnât shake. All you had to do was take the key.
You didnât move. You just stared, unable to form a word.
Jun sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked at you, something painful and resolute in his gaze. âDoes this have something to do with Rafayel?â
You sat up straighter. âWhy--Why would you say that?â
âBecause I saw him chasing after you when we left the house.â Junâs eyes drifted to your mouth. âAnd he was covered in lipstick.â
Your palms began to sweat. âIâm sorry,â you said, âI should have said something sooner but I didnât know how to bring it up.â
âDid he force it on you?â
You shook your head, eyes squeezed tight. âIâŠI kissed him.â
There was a pregnant pause. You couldnât open your eyes again, couldnât face the disappointment or the anger or the betrayal that was sure to be there on his face. You sat there waiting in silence for him to say something, anything to put you out of your misery.
âCan you tell me that it was a mistake?â he asked at last. âCan you tell me it didnât mean anything?â
âI donât know if I can.â Your voice shook. âI donât know if it meant anything to him but I know it meant something to me.â
âAnd what about his bride? If it isnât you, then what is there to gain? Wonât it just hurt? Donât you deserve better than that?â
You knew that Rafayel had someone out there destined for him like Jun had said but even after knowing that it didnât shake these feelings from your heart. It wasnât fair. It wasnât fair that you should love someone that could not love you in return. But how could you get it to stop?
Another long, agonizing silence followed. You heard the scrape of a chair and soft steps rounding the table to your side. A gentle hand on your cheek, silently entreating you to open your eyes. Jun stood next to you, his expression sullen.
âCan I have the chance to make you happy?â he asked. âI did once, did I not? We were happy together, were we not? Can we not be that again?â
âYou did.â you nodded. âWe were.â
âBut not anymore?â
Your lip trembled. He crouched next to you, taking your hand. âFor years I stayed on land hoping against hope Iâd find you again. I prayed that fate would bring you back into my life when the time was right and we could get another shot. Is it all really too late?â
âJunâŠâ
âI can be there for you, I can help you, I can cheer you, I can love you.â He squeezed your hand. âAnd I can do it all not because fate told me to but because I want to. You just have to want to love me too. Can you?â
---
Rafayel couldnât stop staring. He was afraid to even blink lest this prove a hallucination and you disappeared.
You fidgeted on his bed when he didnât say anything immediately and stood up. âBefore I say anything else I wanted to apologize. Iâm sorry. I am so sorry, Rafayel. I donât know what came over me to kiss you out of the blue like that. I think itâs because weâve been living together and youâre so nice to me the lines got blurred and I am deeply sorry.â
âYou donât need to apologize.â he said, air finally filling his lungs once more. âI kissed you because I wanted to. Please donât think of it as a mistake.â
âWhat if it was a mistake though?â you asked. You sighed, pain flashing in your eyes. âI know why youâre here on land, Raf. You only ever told me half the story though, didnât you? You came to land to find love but you didnât tell me why. You didnât tell me exactly what was at stake if you didnât find someone to love.â
His brow furrowed. âYou know?â
âJun told me.â You were staring down at your toes. âHe told me that the sea god is chosen and that before you can become the real god of the sea you need to come to land and find your bride. Is that true?â
He nodded. âIt is.â
âAnd Iâve wasted months setting you up with random girls all this time. I know that you only chose me because you accidentally thought I was actually magical and could find this soulmate of yours. But even after you knew the truth you still let me set you up. Why? Why let me do any of it if you knew none of them would be the one?â
âBecause I think youâre a good matchmaker, my little witch.â He was dying to wipe away the dark rivulets of makeup that stained your cheeks. âI didnât know that they wouldnât be the one for me until after I met them.â
âBut you went out with Merri for weeks knowing she wasnât the one. Why?â
âBecause I thought I could force her to be the one. It would all be so easy if it was her but it could never be her, not when thereâs someone else in this world who owns my heart entirely.â
Your shoulders slumped further. âWhy donât you go find her then? Arenât you worried about running out of time? Arenât you scared of losing your title and becoming human?â
âI already found her.â Rafayel stepped forward, his wet clothes dragging puddles against the floor as he closed the space between you. âHow obvious do I need to be, cutie?â
âItâs not me, Raf.â You began to tremble, your head still bowed.
âCutie--â
âAnd stop calling me cutie!â you snapped. âPlease! It hurts me when you say stuff like that!â
You sighed, knees giving out and you fell back to sit on the foot of his bed again. âJun asked me to move in with him.â
âWhat?â his heart rate spiked.
âHe said he missed me, missed all the years we didnât get together after we broke up and wanted to start making up for them. He likes me. I know he likes me and years ago I could say with certainty that he loved me. Maybe he still loves me and maybe I can be in love with him. Maybe part of what is keeping me from being dedicated to him is because I am living here with you. So the logical thing to do is move out, stop mooching off of you and Talia, move in with the man I have a history with and go back to that life I was living before we broke up.â Your voice cracked as you spoke. âSo why couldnât I do it?â
The roaring of blood in his ears quieted.
âI told him no. I told him I was in love with you even though I know youâre not in love with me.â
âWho says Iâm not?â Rafayel knelt by your side.
âBecause Iâm not your destined bride! If I was then wouldnât you have known? Wouldnât you have told me instead of doing whatever it is weâve been doing? Donât lie to me and donât try to make me feel better about it.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Rafayel asked.
âJun, he told me at dinner that youâre here to find your destined bride, your soulmate, the one that has been pre-ordained by fate to be your perfect match. Isnât that right?â
Jun didnât know the truth about the destined bride either it seemed. âThatâs not how it works. There is no destined bride. Destiny is purely poetic. It has always been my choice.â He reached out, tilting your face up to his so he could look into those beautiful eyes he adored. âI love you. You are the only one I could love and if you love me and want to be with me then that is what we will do. We will love each other now and for forever. Just say that it is what you want and it is what will be.â
âWhat about everything else?â you asked, one final wall standing between him and you. âLeaving land, living in Lemuria, being a queen or whatever it is your wife is supposed to be. I have a life here, I have friends, I have a family that relies on me that I cannot and will not abandon.â
That was a problem, wasnât it?
When Rafayel first came to land he wanted nothing more than to leave. He couldnât fathom the idea of being able to fall in love with a human or ever wanting to stay on land. He was convinced that whoever he found would only be too glad to abandon this wasteful and hateful surface world he had loathed so they could live with him under the sea.
But as time went on he found the beauty in your world. He met people that he now saw as good friends. The surface still had its problems but the people in it were inherently kind and helpful. And despite what he had thought at first, loving a human came so easily. Little by little you had become someone very dear to him. Someone who he would have missed a great deal if he had swam back into the sea and never returned.
He wanted to take you home. He wanted to show you his world. But he knew he could not ask you to leave your life entirely for his. There could be a world where you spent some time on land and some time at sea but those were details that needed to be discussed more deeply when he wasnât fighting to just have you at all.
âI do not know how life will be for us and I know what I ask is a lot of pressure to put on you. But I want you to know that if you decide that it is all too much thenâŠthenâŠâ He held your hands tight, his voice strong and unwavering. âThen I will not be god of the sea.â
Your eyes went wide, unblinking. âWhat? Rafayel, you canât just choose not to be god of the sea!â
âI can. It is clearly stated that if I donât bring my bride back to Lemuria by the end of the bridal year then I will become human. I could stay here with you.â
âYouâŠâ your voice caught, âYou would really give up being a god, give up being a Lemurian, seeing your people, seeing your home, for me?â
âIf that is the only way to have you.â
âI canât ask you to do that.â
âYou donât need to, Iâm offering it right now. Whether you decide to come with me or remain here, I will not leave your side and I will be all the happier for it.â He bowed his head over your hands. âI will be happy so long as you are with me.â
You leaned down, your head pressing to his over your clasped hands. âI want to be happy with you too, Rafayel.â
He breathed out, tears dripping down his nose.
âRaf,â you tilted his head back up. âYouâre dripping.â
âOh, right.â He had momentarily forgotten that he was soaked to the bone.
âYouâre so cold,â you cupped his face. âIâll go run you a hot bath to get your temperature back up.â
You stood up, a noticeably large wet spot on your dress from where he had been pressed against you. Rafayel trailed behind you like a lost puppy, watching as you went to the bathroom and began running some hot water. âJust give it a minute to heat up and--oh!â
He grabbed you from behind, locking his arms around you and holding you tight. âCan you say it again?â he asked.
âSay what?â you peeked over your shoulder.
âYou told Jun that you loved me, now I want you to tell me.â
You turned in his arms so you could hug him back. âI love you, Rafayel.â
âCan I kiss you?â He wasnât going to make the same mistake and just spring it on you again.
âPlease do.â Before the last syllable was fully out of your mouth his lips were on yours once more. It wasnât hard or messy like the last one had been. It was slow, tender, everything that he had been wanting to say and do for weeks poured out in a single kiss that went on and on and on. Your body was so warm and your lips so sweet, he almost didnât notice when the water started pooling at his feet.
You broke apart, a small shriek of alarm escaping you as you realized that the tub had begun to overflow. You scrambled to stop the water and drain some of the water. âShoot,â you stared at the water all over the floor. âNow I gotta clean this up--â
âCutie,â Rafayel stooped down next to you, taking the towel out of your hands. âI can clean this up. You go get changed into something comfortable, okay? After Iâm done in here maybe we can continue what we started?â
âI--Iâd like that.â You were too cute. He pressed one more kiss to your cheek then shooed you out of the room.
Rafayel finished cleaning up and while he did like a nice long soak he was too impatient to get back out of the water and with you again. After he had dried off he found you back in his room and practically tackled you into the bed, holding you tight and kissing your face repeatedly as you laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. He wasnât letting you go far though, not now, not ever again. You were finally his and he wasnât going to risk losing you, no matter what.
âStay here tonight,â he said, face buried in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. âPlease.â
You settled under the covers of his bed. He was laying between your legs, arms wrapped around your middle and head resting on your chest so he could listen to the steady thumps of your heart beneath his ear. Your hands ran through the curls of his hair and for a moment he knew what it must be like to be one of your cats. If this was the kind of attention they were used to he understood why they were always climbing into your lap. Too bad for those feline fiends though Rafayel had decided that this was now his spot.
âRaf,â you said after a few minutes of companionable silence. âif you donât become the sea god then what happens?â
He shrugged. âThe elders will pick a new one. It might be Jun or it might be our friend Neri.â
âSo Jun could end up the next god of the sea and that doesnât bother you?â you asked.
He propped his head up so his chin was resting on your chest. âDo I think he deserves it? Not really. But if it does go to him then heâll be in Lemuria and Iâll be here with you so I think I won out in the end.â He closed the scant distance between your faces and kissed you again, savoring the soft pad of your lips and the small sigh of pleasure that breathed out from them.
âAre you saying Iâm worth more than being a literal god?â you laughed.
âOf course you are,â he answered seriously. âGodhood I could do without, but Iâd lose everything if I didnât have you.â
The joking smile from your face dropped, tears gathering in your eyes again. âWhat happened? Why are you crying again?â
âI--I just--â you sniffed, wiping feebly at your eyes, âI donât m-mean to. It just hit me. You--you really do love me, huh?â
He eased immediately, pulling himself up farther so he could hold you closer. âOf course I do.â
âWhen did that even start though? When did you start liking me?â
âI realized I was in love with you a few weeks after I started dating Merri but when those feelings started growing I donât know. I think maybe it all started from the moment we met on that beach and you clocked me in the face.â he chuckled.
You snorted. âBe serious.â
âI am. From the moment I saw you I thought you were beautiful, I was mesmerized by you and in the moment I saw you I thought to myself that this woman was my bride. And I was right. Sure it took some time for us to figure that out but youâre the one for me and whether itâs in a few months or a few years Iâm gonna marry you.â
âWe havenât even technically been on a first date and youâre already planning the wedding.â
âIâve delayed long enough getting you, Iâm not wasting a second.â
âWell, wedding planning can wait until morning.â you yawned. âItâs been a long day, I wanna go to sleep.â
âGo to sleep then. Iâll be right here when you wake up.â
You smiled, giving him one last kiss before closing your eyes. Rafayel stayed awake for a few minutes more memorizing the way your eyelashes rested against your cheek and the way your nose scrunched when you wiggled into a more comfortable position. He tucked the blankets tighter around you, cocooning you against him before following you into sleep. Outside the clouds had disappeared and the sea was calm as the bright rays of the moon shined in through the window of the god and his bride, together at last.
Everything is on fire and sucks big time but the fanfic doesn't stop! I have A LOT of Valko fic ideas. I'm currently working on a smutty little one shot but after my current Raf fic is done I'm posting a multi-chapter Valko fic and you get to choose which! BTW I know he's a chairman but CEO is easier to fit on the poll.
Which Valko fic should I write?
CEO!Valko x Assistant!Reader. Office romance. Secret relationship.
CEO!Valko x Poor!Reader. Marriage of convenience. Super sweet.
Wolf!Valko x Villager!Reader. ABO AU. Beauty & Beast vibes.
Wolf!Valko x Red Riding Hood!Reader. Red Riding Hood AU. Short fic.
Voting ended onJul 13
About the fics:
Option 1: Reader is the long suffering assistant of Chairman Valko Ao. There's always been tension but after one heated slip-up they're forced to confront that maybe there's something more than just professional respect between them.
Option 2: Reader wants away from her toxic family and Valko's family wants him to settle down. After a chance meeting they decide to marry to escape the individual pressures they're facing. And maybe this marriage isn't meant to be just "in name only."
Option 3: When wolves attack the village the leader of the pack says they'll let them live if Reader comes back with them. Wanting her village to survive she agrees and starts her life living with the wolves. But is there another reason Valko chose her specifically?
Option 4: Reader is heading up the mountain to stay with her grandmother for the winter but ends up off the trail and lost. Valko offers to show her the way. With no options she agrees, cautious and curious about this wolf that everyone fears but who smiles so sweetly. (This is a really short one. Maybe 10 chapters at most if I write it.)
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Summary: Per tradition, before Rafayel can fully become god of the sea he must spend a year on land to find his destined human bride. Unsure how to go about finding his bride he enlists the help of a matchmaker. Your new client is a bit strange but he seems genuine in wanting a love match. With a face that handsome it shouldnât be too hard to find this âdestined brideâ he keeps going on about.
Content: Reader is spiraling. Rafayel is also spiraling.
Word Count: 3700
Chapters: (First) (Previous) (Next)
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The car was silent. You had yet to remove your hand from your mouth, as if keeping it there could take back what had happened.
But there was no taking it back. You had kissed Rafayel and then like a coward you ran away.
Why had you kissed him? You were supposed to be getting over your feelings but instead you had stupidly dove right back into them in the worst way possible. Because now it wasnât just a hazy memory of him kissing you to save your life in the ocean, it wasnât just a dirty fantasy in the shower, it was real. You knew what it was really like to be held by him and kissed by him.
Did this mean he liked you? He had to, right? He wouldnât just kiss you if he didnât, Rafayel didnât strike you as that kind of person. Was that why he broke up with Merri? When did he start liking you? Or was it possible that he was just giving into temptation and heâd come to regret it now that it was over?
You glanced over at Jun and the crash of guilt rocketed through you like a shockwave. You had to tell him, right? You were dating, he was basically your boyfriend again, he deserved to know. But how could you tell him? How could you tell him that you had made out with his friend while getting ready for a date with him? Heâd want to know why and if you were honest youâd have to say it was because you had feelings for Rafayel, that you had feelings for him the entire time you had been dating.
In an ugly honest part of your heart youâd need to tell him that part of the reason you agreed to date him again was because you were using him to try and get over Rafayel. That would make him feel great! This person that you had thought you would marry years ago nothing more than a distraction from an ache that ate you from the inside out.
It was not as if you had zero feelings for Jun. You did genuinely like him and if you had never met Rafayel then youâd be over the moon being with him again. And maybe you could be happy with him like you were. Maybe these feelings for Rafayel would die away once you werenât living with him and you could love Jun. As it was, you couldnât be sure of any of it.
âWanna tell me whatâs on your mind?â Jun asked as you got into the city proper.
âNot really.â There was far too much on your mind to begin to narrow it down.
âIâm going to go out on a limb and say it has something to do with Rafayel.â Jun glanced over at you. âHe came running out of the house after you. Did you get into a fight or something?â
âOr something.â
You pulled up in front of the restaurant. Jun interlaced his hand with yours. âWhatever happened, donât let it ruin our night. I promised you a romantic evening and thatâs what weâre gonna have.â
âGreat.â You tried to smile but you felt gross pretending that everything was actually okay.
You got out of the car and went up the elevator to the restaurant. It was exactly what you expected from a fine dining establishment. Waiters in suits, a string quartet playing soft music, a warm yet dim glow that kept the atmosphere around each table personal and romantic. You were led away from the main dining area into a private room with a breathtaking view that looked out over all of Linkon and its twinkling lights.
You knew that Medallion was expensive but a private room was even more so. How much had Jun sunk into this night and you had started it kissing Rafayel?
Wine was poured, the first course was brought out, Jun complimented how you looked and remarked on the great view. All the while your thoughts still churned and burned in your head.
You had to tell him. You had to tell him what you had done. It didnât feel right sitting here, letting him dote all this money and attention on you after kissing his friend.
He was going to be upset with you that was for sure, betrayed definitely, and angry no doubt too. Not just at you for kissing Rafayel but Rafayel for kissing you back. What if he broke up with you because of this? You wouldnât fault him if he did. But then what would happen between him and Rafayel? Would they stop being friends? Would they fight? You didnât want them to fight. You didnât want to hurt anyone but you couldnât see a way out of this that didnât fill you with guilt.
And ifâŠ
You twisted the napkin in your lap so tight your hands shook.
If you did break up with Jun, would it be so bad? Heâd be hurt but heâd move on and you could go back home. You could go back to Rafayel and ask how he felt about you. Youâd know definitively if he liked you or if what had happened was just the tension pulling you together for a stupid hormonal mistake. And if he did like you then you could kiss him again. You could tell him how you felt and you could just be happy together, not just as friends but as something so much more.
You glanced up at Jun who--and you had to applaud his effort--was trying to pull a romantic evening out of this mess you were trapped in.
Then he hit you with a sentence that sent a fresh wave of panic through you.
âDid you know this place is the number one proposal spot in all of Linkon?â he asked.
âIâve heard that.â You nodded.
âThis was where I was planning on proposing, if we had ever gotten that far.â he said, gazing out over the city.
He read the panic clear as day on your face and chuckled. âDonât look so scared, Iâm not proposing. I only bring it up because it got me thinking.â
âAbout what?â
âA lot of things.â he shrugged. âMostly it made me think of Rafayel.â
âHow so?â
âI know he hired you to help him find a girlfriend and I have to admit Iâm a little nosy and want to know how thatâs going for him. Any luck matching him?â
âOh, uh, I mean Iâve been trying but no one has stuck.â
âGotta say Iâm not surprised, and it has nothing to do with your abilities as a matchmaker. I just mean to say that you could throw a hundred girls at him and the chances that they were the right one would be slim.â
Your brow furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell because heâs not just looking for a girlfriend heâs looking for a wife, you know that much, right?â
âWell, yeah, he made a lot of mention about his bride when we first met. I figured he was just really keen to get married. I donât know why itâs such a big deal to him though, if thatâs what youâre asking.â
âSo he hasnât mentioned the bridal search that he is on as god of the sea?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âOkay, so he hasnât.â Jun leaned forward, his elbows on the table. âSo the god of the sea isnât just a randomly inherited title, the inheritor of that power and responsibility is chosen by the Lemurian elders. Rafayel was chosen and named the next sea god but he has not yet inherited his full power. Still with me?â
âYeah. What does this have to do with him wanting a bride though?â
âWell, the final custom that the named sea god has to complete to inherit their full power is to get married. Specifically, they need to come to land, find the human that is destined to be their partner and bring them back to Lemuria to basically rule the seas by their side. From the time they are named the god of the sea they have a year in which to find their predestined bride or else they donât get to be the god and someone else is chosen.â
You forgot how to breathe as the information settled in. You knew that Rafayel wanted to find someone to marry and that he wanted to do it fast. You knew that whoever you set him up with would have to live in the ocean with him but you couldnât recall knowing anything else. Did Rafayel tell you that finding a match was what determined whether he got to be a god? You felt like you would have remembered something so huge!
More strange interactions began to make sense. His initial e-mail, why he walked out on his first date after two minutes. It wasnât because he was an idiot it was because he was looking for his destined bride.
That word stuck to you. Destined.
âDo you mean to say that there is someone meant to be Rafayelâs soulmate or something?â you asked.
âYep.â
You could physically feel your heart splintering into a million tiny shards. âWhy wouldnât he tell me that! It feels like very pertinent information!â He had a literal soulmate and you had just been setting him up with random people.
âHey, hey, itâs okay. He probably just didnât want you to worry. Itâs a lot of pressure to put on one person.â Jun said, taking your hand from across the table.
For a moment you had forgotten that Rafayel was literally a god, or almost a god. He was someone of extreme importance back in Lemuria and whoever stood next to him would be essentially a queen or something like it. Theyâd be rulers of the ocean, living in a mystical city under the waves far away from land never to see the surface or friends or family again.
There was someone meant to be his bride. Someone that he would know instantly if it was. So was he just humoring you when you set him up on those dates so not to hurt your feelings all the while knowing none of them were his soulmate.
And if he was supposed to know instinctively who he was looking for then there was no chance it could be you. He called you his bride when he first came out of the ocean but he had made no mention of it again. If you were the one then why not tell you? Why hire you instead of asking you out? He had made a mistake. You had made an even bigger mistake kissing him and you both got carried away.
You really thought that you were something more to him but you were nothing. You were just a friend who made a mistake and heâs the god that decided to indulge the stupid little human that let her own foolish heart take over her rational mind.
âItâs a lot to take in, I know.â Jun said, dragging your attention back from the spiral you were staring down. âI didnât mean to upset you or anything. I had actually wanted to ask you something very important tonight but now I feel like Iâve ruined the moment.â
âNo no, Iâm the mess.â The understatement of the fucking century. âWhat is it you wanted to ask me?â
He pulled a card key out of his pocket and slid it over to you. It had the name of his apartment building on it. âWould you consider moving in with me?â
Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. âJun, I--â
âI know itâs a little soon considering we just started dating again but think about it. If you moved in with me itâd get you out of Rafâs house and my place is closer to your waitressing job too.â he grasped your hand in both of his. âBut if Iâm really honest the real reason I want you to live with me is because Iâve missed you. We missed out on so many good years together when we broke up and I donât want to waste another second not being by your side. So, what do you say? Will you move in with me?â
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For the briefest moment Rafayel had been the happiest man in existence. You were in his arms, your lips on his, and the world felt right. For a moment you were his and he never wanted it to end.
After so long of wanting you, after so long showing you how much he loved you in the ways he could, he had you.
Maybe it was all the waiting wearing on him, maybe it was having your practically naked body pressed against him all afternoon that had him laying at the bottom of the pool jerking off after you left. Fantasies that he wanted to be reality playing out in his head, things he wanted to say to you, things he wanted to do to you. He had a very good imagination and under the water, the feel of your hand caressing his tail fresh in his mind, he could imagine it was you. Your hands on him, your lips pressed against his skin, your body atop his burning hot under the sun.
He could see it all so clearly. The shine of the sun on your shoulders, eyes dark with lust, breasts bouncing in his face, and your cunt squeezing him tighter than the grip he kept on your naked hips. Your whimpers and moans meant only for his ears. âRaf! More! Need more!â
Heâd give you everything. Heâd do anything to see you unraveling for him, telling him you loved him, loved the way he made you feel. âCome--come for me!â he hissed. âMy bride!â
The orgasm whited out his brain. He pulled himself out of the water, the reality of the situation washing away the fantasy. You were inside getting ready for your date and he was jerking off in a pool. Pathetic.
He hadnât intended on kissing you. Hell, the whole ordeal of putting on your makeup so youâd look nice for your date with Jun made him feel sick. But heâd never sabotage you, heâd only ever help you look your best. But thenâŠ
Then you were looking at him and it felt like there was a thin tether wrapped around his heart with the other end tied to yours. Any distance between you suddenly felt unbearable. Then the next moment there was no distance. Sure, he had ruined the makeup he had just painstakingly spent the past few minutes perfecting but it hardly mattered if it meant your mouth was on his. It didnât matter if you were finally his.
But you werenât. You werenât his. Not yet anyway. Because instead of staying with him, instead of giving him the chance to tell you he loved you, you ran away. Ran to fucking Jun!
Rafayel had taken off after you, determined not to let you get away without clearing the air and confessing what he needed to. What he saw when he caught up was you slamming the passenger side door to Junâs car closed and Jun staring daggers at Rafayel. His gaze was locked on Rafayelâs mouth, still stained with the color of the lipstick you no longer wore. When he looked Rafayel in the eye again it was chilling.
With a jerk of his hand vines lashed out from the garden and snapped around Rafayel binding his legs, one lashed around his mouth so he couldnât call out for you. Damn it! He had forgotten the bastard could do this! He used to use his damn power to do the same thing when they were kids, turning kelp forests into traps if Rafayel got too close.
Without a word spoken Jun turned away and got into the car, driving away. Rafayel used his fire to burn the vines away but the car was already moving fast down the street by the time he got to the sidewalk. No! No, he was not losing you like this! He needed to fix this!
He ran back inside, grabbing his shoes and tugging them on.
âRafayel, what in the hells happened?â Talia followed. âDid you tell her? Whatâs going on?â
âDidnât tell her. We just started kissing--I donât have time for this!â Rafayel turned back for the door.
âWhere are you going?â
âTo get the love of my life before itâs too late!â Rafayel took off running down the road. He really should have taken Taliaâs suggestion about getting a driverâs license but he couldnât sit in regret about that for long. He knew where Jun was taking you. He just needed to get to the restaurant.
It took far too long to get into the city. Thunder started to gather overhead, thrumming and booming in time to the rapid beats of Rafayelâs heart. Rain began to pour, people scattered for cover while Rafayel continued tripping and slipping down the streets until he was at the restaurant. He had made it!
His lungs burned and his legs ached, the brief pause he took as he stood outside had his knees buckling. Not yet! He couldnât crack yet!
He marched forward towards the doors but was stopped by a very tall and very broad security guard. âName sir.â he said, his voice gravelly with authority.
âQi. Please, I need in to the restaurant.â Rafayel begged.
âThereâs no Qi on our list. Move along, sir.â the guard said.
âNo. You donât understand, I need up to the restaurant!â Rafayel tried to shove past him but the man was a brick wall and Rafayel was in no condition to be muscling his way past. The guard shoved him off and away.
âIf you try to force your way in again Iâll be forced to contact the authorities.â
He didnât have time for this! He brushed himself off and walked away, dodging down an alley to the back of the building. Like he had hoped, there was an employee entrance. Even better was that someone had propped it open. He could see the employee coming back with a large trash bag. This was his chance. He ran inside, dodging around the confused and startled employee and made a line for the service elevator. The employee taking out the trash yelled but Rafayel was already inside and heading up.
The moment the elevator stopped on the correct floor he slipped through the doors before they were even fully opened. It opened into the kitchen of the restaurant. Rafayel ran through, narrowly avoiding someone with a very large cleaver and burst out of the doors. The people sitting down for their meals looked up as this drenched manic looking man ran into the center of the room. His eyes scanned the crowd but saw no sign of you.
This is where Jun had taken you, Rafayel knew this was where your date was supposed to be. So where were you?
Before he could get deeper into the restaurant he was tackled by security. He bucked against them, trying to pull himself away so he could find you but he was tired from running and there were multiple people on him, forcibly pulling him away. When they made it back to the ground floor they threw him out of the building.
He tried going around again to the backdoor but there was already a security guard posted there to stop it from happening again.
Fine. If he couldnât get inside heâd wait. He stayed loitering outside the building until security chased him off. The rain was now pelting down on the earth in fat wet bullets as he huddled under the narrow awning of a closed cafe across the street. The security was watching him but he didnât care. He just needed to see you.
That was his plan anyway until the police car pulled up and Rafayel saw the security pointing the cops towards him. Damn it! Rafayel took off running again. He couldnât talk to you if he got put in jail!
He was a few blocks over by the time he was sure the cops werenât following him. He couldnât go back, not with the cops there waiting for him. But what was he supposed to do then? If you went back to Junâs place instead of coming home he could do nothing to stop it. He had no idea where Jun lived and he couldnât track your location since you left your purse in your hurry to get out of the house.
Was that it then? Did he just need to go back to the house and pray you came home that night? He saw no other choice. Not unless he wanted to wander the city for hours on the slim chance he saw Junâs car.
The walk back to the house was painfully slow, helped none by the rain that soaked him to the bone. He didnât care though. Possible hypothermia was preferable to this pain that sat burning like a coal in his chest.
What if it was all ruined? What if he had scared you and it drove you straight into Junâs arms? What if that moment in your bedroom was all he would ever have of you? Would you even still consider him a friend or would you come to despise him for taking such liberties and trying to break up your relationship with Jun? The closer Rafayel made it to home the more hopeless it all felt.
The front door creaked open as he entered, his shoes squishing as he stepped inside and finally out of the rain. The house was quiet.
With a sigh he kicked off his shoes and sloshed his way towards his bedroom. He opened the door and froze inside the doorway. Sitting on the edge of his bed was you, still in your dress and noticeable tear tracks from your makeup smeared down your face. You gulped, hands clasped tightly in your lap.
Okay, there's a lot going on. Let's take a breath (again). As always, I'm here to give you facts, my own speculations, and HOPIUM!
Quick note: this weekend I'll be dealing with some personal matters, so I may not be as active as I have been this past week. I will still be giving you any important or relevant information, but I may not be able to post my full reports. I am still very much here with you!
7/10/2026 AM
The Chinese Media
Like I told you last night, our protest tactic has changed. Here are all the details that I am confident in sharing:
Multiple Chinese media outlets falsely portrayed Valko as a predator who broke into MC's house and assaulted her. They are painting him as dangerous. Our TOP priority is proving that this is entirely incorrect. This post explains it very well.
Here is our strategy:
1. STAY ON US MEDIA. X, Instagram, Threads, TikTok, Facebook, YouTubeâanywhere you can post! But DO NOT get on RedNote or Weibo. Leave the CN apps to the CN girlsâthey will support us however they can.
2. Refrain from contacting any major news outlets. This could escalate tensions and encourage the CCP to get involved. STAY ON SOCIAL MEDIA!
3. Set aside your hate forâor disappointment inâInfold for now. Antis are going to use whatever they can against us. If they see us attacking Infold, this entire thing could backfire.
4. We need to focus on two narratives: Valko is innocent, kind, and not at all dangerous to MC or the players; and that Infold helps to positively showcase Chinese culture to global players. LADS is vital to China's global initiatives because of the international player base.
5. Remain KIND, RESPECTFUL, and PEACEFUL. This is not the time to attack antis, the CN media, or Infold. Our goal is to show that Valko is a symbol of love.
So, what do we post?
Proof that the media gave false information. They clipped parts of his trailer and altered them to push their agenda. Post the full clips so that they cannot be misconstrued. Here are some links to good examples:
- This post.
- This post.
- This post.
- This post.
- This post.
- This post.
- This post.
Here are the hashtags to post under:
#VALKOWASFRAMED #VALKOISINNOCENT #BRINGBACKVALKO #BRINGVALKOBACK
If you don't have the resources to make any videos or edit any pictures, then I suggest reposting from others' profiles and adding the above hashtags. We need to be as loud as we can, and we need to work together.
Here is a general code of conduct:
What do we do about the game?
This part is debated. Some believe we should be logging in and raising ratings, others believe we should continue protesting.
Here are my two cents: I think we're fine where we are. The game still exists, they are still making money, and the bottom line of the situation hasn't changed. If you are not boycotting, that's okay. If you are, that's okay too. Our goal is to show that LADS is a positive game that should continue operating, but that we demand to have Valko's character released. I understand how confusing this can be. Trust that Infold is handling the situation on their end, and we will continue fighting as we have been for the past week and a half.
Personally, I will still not be logging into the game. I am not going to touch the ratings, nor am I going to follow LADS on social media again, but I am going to post in support of them.
How are things going?
I'm happy to report that things are going well thus far! Some of the articles have already been taken down, and we have been trending on X since last night. We ARE being noticed. CN girls are communicating amongst themselves and doing what they can to ensure our message is being heard. Remember, they have to handle the situation very delicately.
Hopium?
Always!! THIS IS NOT THE END. Remember that "rectification" was a big talking point a few days agoâNOT removal. The door for Valko is still very much open. We're most definitely looking at a delay at this point, but don't let this bring you down. If anything, let it give you hope!
Infold's silence makes MUCH more sense now. They're not purposefully ignoring usâwe know this for certain. They're facing some absolute bullshit. I can't say I blame them for the way they've handled this, honestly.
Let's go back to the timeline for a moment. June 22nd, Valko is announced. For SIX DAYS, Antis spewed nothing but hatred. Infold endured, and even defended Valko. They issued a statement saying that they would continue pursuing a 6th LI. Then, the media gets involved. Slander, false articles, horrible press. THIS is when Infold folded and cancelled Valko's release. It wasn't because they wanted toâwhat choice did they have? They were fighting a war on multiple frontsâand still are!
I said it once and I'll say it againâInfold would NOT throw away a character they spent two years developing. He is vital to the storyline. The devs poured hours of labor into him. They love him, as anyone loves something they create. As a writer, I can't imagine someone spreading such hateful things about my characters or one of my books. It had to be devastating to them.
The tide is shifting. This is our chance to make our voices be heard. Be loud! I'm about to abuse the FUCK out of my first amendment rights.
For my spiritual friends: THE CARDS ARE MAKING SENSE. Many were talking about an outside/higher influence acting as an obstacle, which would cause this struggle to be much more drawn out. The energy is still in our favor, we simply have to push through the mud. There is light at the end of the tunnel! It's just a really fucking annoying tunnel!!
My Thoughts
It's truly amazing to me how all of this has unfolded. Everything last week really was just the tip of the iceberg...and the smear campaign rumors turned out to be true. Now, let me say this: if we go through all this bullshit and Infold doesn't properly compensate us, I'm literally going to Shanghai myself. I didn't sign up to be their PR manager, but here we are.
At the end of the day, I owe a lot to this game. It helped me out of some dark times. It helped me realize my own self worth after escaping a horribly toxic relationship. It raised my standards so much that they're virtually impossible to reach.
I know none of this has turned out the way we wanted it to, but when does life ever go according to plan? We've come together as a community, we've raised thousands for charity, and we've shown just how far we are willing to go to protect the things we love. This is not the end of Valko's storyâit is only the beginning.
