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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.

A lot of LADS fans are really upset over Infold's decision to shelve Valko. This is my attempt at creating action items for fans wanting to do something but are unsure where to start.

Here are some methods for giving Infold feedback:

Sign this petition and this petition

Reply to their posts on X (Twitter)

Comment on their Instagram posts and unfollow them

Comment on their Facebook posts and unfollow them

Comment on their YouTube videos and unfollow them

Comment on their XHS/RedNote posts and unfollow them

Join their official Discord Server and voice your dissatisfaction

Leave a 1-star review on the Apple App Store or the Google Play Store

Email them directly • [email protected] (LADS CS) • [email protected] (Chinese LADS customer service) • [email protected] (Japanese LADS customer service) • [email protected] (Korean LADS customer service) • [email protected] (Infold customer service) • [email protected] (Infold customer service) • [email protected] (Papergames customer service) • [email protected] (Papergames branding) • [email protected] (Papergames investment)

Complete the survey in the Love and Deepspace app by selecting the box/pencil icon in the top right corner of the home screen

"Suggest" Valko's release in the Love and Deepspace app by going to Settings > More > Support, then select "Suggestion"

(If you want to be slightly passive-aggressive) On 9 July, go to Settings > More > Support, then select "Bug Report" and fill out the report stating that the promised Valko content is missing

Uninstall the LADS app after sending feedback, unless you want to continue using Support as another place to give repeated feedback

Remember: if we want Infold to listen to us, we MUST remain persistent, civil, and demonstrate our affection for the game. I highly doubt they will be intimidated by non-CN players, which means we are held to a different standard. What is effective for them will not be effective for us.

With that said, remember these do's and dont's:

Do vary your written feedback. Making each piece of feedback you give at least slightly different, particularly in emails, will ensure your thoughts are not filtered out.

Do repeatedly submit/post/send your feedback over the next few weeks. Email them today, in a few days, on 9 July, and in the weeks after. Post on their social media every day. Overwhelm them and show them this isn't going to go away over a few free Wishes.

Do prepare to CONTINUE submitting/posting/sending your feedback over the next few months. Infold needs to see that we won't let this issue go. Schedule emails to be sent to them over the next 3 months. Draft X posts today and copy and paste them to post in a few months time. Draft your long-form in-app feedback in preperation for the update and the upcoming banners. Create reminders to check and comment on their posts weekly. Don't let them get comfortable. Be a dog with a bone (lol).

Due to the recent news of infold canceling Valko, I have created a petition to release Valko to Western Countries only. Please sign this because this is literally our only chance at saving him now. I beg you you to BE VOCAL so you can be seen. Our love for Valko matters!!!

“… and… and..”

“Did you know that..”

“They get so big (with hand gestures) and they can run so fast..”

AND IF I CRYYYY check-ups would last hours just because zayne probably indulges them when they yap

"Lucian..." Zayne sighs fondly, squeezing gently at the little boy's cheeks. Flashlight in hand and at the ready. "Just for a while, say ahh..."

"And— and then, the birdies—" Lucain wriggles away from Zayne's hold to spread his arms and puff up his cheeks. "go like dis. Dis way and dancey..." he does a little wriggle. "So the other birdies go like them."

"I see," Zayne chuckles and does the smallest, most miniscule little wiggle too. "This way?"

"No, Doter Sayne!" Lucian giggles at the sight. "Like dis!"

He waves his arms more, bobbing his head left and right in a chaotic dance Zayne worries it will make him dizzy. When Zayne just laughs, Lucian pouts at him. "Your turn."

Taken aback, Zayne clears his throat and glances shyly behind him where you watch in smug amusement. "Maybe after your examination."

After clearing the little one's lymph nodes, tonsils, vision, eyes, boogers, and ears, Zayne fulfills his promise and does an even bigger wiggle that sends Lucian into a fit of belly-aching laughter. He clears his lungs then too.

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"What do you have there, Kyros?" Zayne asks when you place Kyros on the bed and he hides behind his new stuffie.

"A swof..." he murmurs, eyes shut tight. No matter how many times you promised him he wasn't getting a flu shot today, he just can't seem to relax. So, while Lucian got his check-up, Sylus took him to the hospital's kids' shop and bought him a little friend.

Zayne checks his ears. Easier, since Kyros is frozen to the bone at being here. "Do you know much about the sloth? This is going to be cold, okay. Ready?"

"Mm..." Kyros squeezes his eyes shut impossibly tight when Zayne brings the cold stethoscope up this warm back. "Swofs are slow... like me..."

"You, slow?" Zayne scoffs, listening to his breathing carefully, knowing his history. He recalls chasing him around the examination room the last time he got a flu shot, and he wouldn't exactly call him slow.

"Just when I sweepy." Kyros clarifies, opening his one eye when the coolness disappears on his back. Zayne nods, "Ah."

Kyros sticks his tongue out. "Hwofs ee li'l liluhs eh leehs."

"That means they're omnivores," Zayne tells him, deeming his tonsils clear and healthy. "If they eat plants and small animals— lizards and leaves, right?"

"Yes." Kyros allows Doctor Zayne to nudge his sloth friend away so he can put the now warm stethoscope head to his chest.

"Heart's good and healthy, Kyros."

"My? Hm?" Kyros points to his throat and gasps, referring to his lungs.

"Yes, also your lungs," Zayne says, joyful at that fact too. "Probably due to the swimming."

"Swofs swim good!" Kyros adds the fact happily. "Like me!"

Zayne ends his examination by observing how Kyros's eyes follow the lights his hands make when they carve two icy little animals— a small bird and a baby sloth. One for him, and one for Lucian.

This exam took a bit longer than usual, but it was a welcome break from his toxic schedule to see his godsons and listen to their so very interesting animal facts.

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zayne loves being your certified walking a/c whenever summer rolls around. You were already regularly affectionate with him, but now that the heat had fully settled in, you’d started clinging to him without even thinking about it.

Wherever he moves, you move.

Right now, you’re curled up against his side on the couch, one arm loosely looped around his while he reads through a stack of medical files. The steady rustle of paper and the faint scent of antiseptic from earlier in his shift should’ve been enough to keep him focused—but you’ve basically turned yourself into a very warm, very determined attachment.

Zayne doesn’t seem to mind.

At least, not until he shifts to stand.

“I need to grab something, I'll be back in a second.” he says quietly, already setting the files aside. The second his weight leaves the couch, you immediately latch onto his arm.

“Nooo.”

You tug again, firmer this time, face pressed into his sleeve like you’re trying to physically anchor him in place. Zayne glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips as amusement dances in his eyes.

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SYLUS

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ puts his hand over sharp table corners when you walk past them; He does it so naturally you almost miss it. Whenever you walk past sharp table corners or low hanging edges, his hand is already there before you even register it. His warm palm pressed against the edge, cushioning it so you don’t bump into it. Most of the time, you don’t even realize it’s happened until you feel it—Sylus's hand brushing lightly against the side of your head instead of wood.

And when you finally do notice, it’s always the same.

You pause, turning your head slightly to look at him, caught between confusion and that soft, familiar flutter in your chest.

Sylus doesn’t look at you right away. Only after a moment does his gaze flick toward you, calm and gentle, but softer when it meets your eyes. "Careful there, sweetie," he says, a teasing lilt threading through his voice.

"Wouldn't want an injured kitten on our hands, would we?"

Outside the Hunter's Association stands two men, both with a bouquet of flowers in their hand. One is a taller, older gentlemen who is adjusting the sleeves on his jacket. The leather reflects off the warm streetlights, his bike shimmering behind him.

Zayne eyes the man parked beside him. He's oddly handsome, making Zayne readjust his tie. But something about him is off. He exudes a bad aura, as if there is something wrong with him. He notices the man taking side glances at him, but Zayne doesn't react. He looks down at his watch, counting down the seconds until you get off work. Before he can put his wrist down, he hears you call out to him.

"Zayne! Hey, sorry to make you wait—" You stop dead in your tracks, eyes wide on the man parked beside Zayne. Your eyes flicker between the both of them with a worried expression on your face. The older man finally speaks up,

"Zayne?" He raises a brow, pushing himself off his bike. Zayne watches as he steps towards you. Zayne follows in suit, seeing you frantically check your phone.

There's no way you could have gotten the dates wrong right?! You knew you had two dates on a Friday coming up soon, but you didn't realize you said yes to the same Friday.

At the same time.

You awkwardly look up from your phone, seeing the two men looking down at you. Sheepishly you smile, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I didn't realize you were seeing other people." Zayne says plainly, taking a closer step to you. He isn't upset, maybe a little jealous, but it's not as if the two of you were exclusive. Sylus feels the same, though he loops an arm around your shoulders. He slips off your bag from your left shoulder, hooking it onto his fingers.

"Neither did I, sweetie." Sylus chuckles, looking at you. You glance between the two, unsure how to navigate this situation. The most you can muster up is an awkward chuckle.

How do you go about explaining this?

The two of them sit opposite of you, taking turns to flip the meat. It sizzles over the rack, the heat charring and cooking it through. Neither of them have said a word to each other, only attending to your needs. That is until Sylus breaks the ice,

"A cardiologist, yes?" He asks Zayne, refilling the younger man's cup with water.

"Head cardiologist." Zayne remarks, placing another piece of meat onto your plate. His voice softens as he speaks to you, "Careful. It's hot."

"But you are one, nonetheless?" Sylus takes a sip of his own water, placing a few side dishes onto your plate. The awkwardness is killing you. You take sheepish glances between the two. You guiltily chew on your food, watching their expressions.

"I'm sorry." You blurt out. They hear your quiet voice, despite the business of the restaurant. Sylus cocks a brow, leaning back in his seat. The condensation on his glass dips onto the table, soaking the surrounding area.

"What are you apologizing for, sweetie? I'm always up to make new friends." Sylus remarks, putting an arm around Zayne's chair. Zayne glances to the man beside him, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. Zayne leans forward, flipping the meat. He takes a small side dish, places a few pieces onto your plate.

"I just— I don't know. Isn't this awkward?" You lean forward on your elbows, brows knitted. Zayne hums, shrugging his shoulders. Sylus smiles in return, leaning forward as well. You stares at Zayne from the side, still smiling.

"Perhaps I would be more upset if you chose a less handsome man." Sylus fiddles with the ends of Zayne's hair. Zayne doesn't push him away, giving him a quick odd glance. If you looked close enough, you would probably be able to see the tips of the doctor's ears twinging pink.

You stare between the two, eyes flicking to each of their expressions. Zayne lets a sigh slip once more, placing a piece of skewered meat onto Sylus's plate silently.

"You are paying, yes?" Zayne asks Sylus, staring at him with a plain expression. Sylus's brows raise, but soon is replaced with a smug smile.

@dabunnyhop u will do no such thing, i'm shoving the microphone back in ur hand !!!!!!!!!!

there's a swanky function—a charity event or an auction or a gala, they're always attending galas these days—and they arrive separately. zayne gets there first because he believes punctuality is a virtue. sylus, on the other hand, has always been the 'fashionably late' sort.

sylus spots zayne instantly, a straight-backed sentinel in a sea of giggling, champagne-limber aristocrats. he's trading pleasantries with several other gentlemen in black tuxedos. perhaps colleagues. during a lull in the conversation, zayne glances around the room, and those shrewd green eyes snag on sylus.

zayne gives him a once-over. a twice-over. swallows.

and then sylus scents it— his dear doctor's desire. potent as liquor, sweet as jasmines.

mmm, this is going to be fun.

zayne retreats into the safety of his small talk, but sylus is on the hunt now, unhurriedly stalking over like a panther closing on cornered prey. and the closer he gets, the stronger zayne's scent becomes.

sylus slides in beside zayne in perfect silence, then lays claim to him with a touch to his lower back and a kiss to his temple. "dearest," he murmurs, lips still hovering against skin, a greeting for zayne alone.

zayne clears his throat.

sylus enjoys watching him squirm, watching him flush beet red, and makes no move to direct his attention elsewhere. predictably, the men come up with an excuse to leave.

("i think i see the devroses— i simply must say hello." "ah, yes, there they are. i'll accompany you.")

zayne sighs. he is so delectably handsome when his feathers are ruffled. "must you always be so..."

"affectionate?" sylus supplies.

"brazen," zayne counters.

"baby, why do you look so much like daddy?"

two huh's and two lavender heads turn at you. the grin you try so hard to conceal spreads wide anyway. those same sunset eyes and same confused expressions. the smaller guy rests in your lap while the other guy is sitting beside you on the comfort of your couch.

"what that mean, mummy?" kashiel blinks. rafayel nods along too.

"i mean, why your face," you cup kashiel's face, "your eyes, your hair, and oh! your nose too," you gently pinch his little nose, "all the same as daddy?"

"'course i look like daddy! i daddy baby." it's the obvious, sure. bless your baby for his mummy about to bully him.

"and you're not mummy's baby?" you ask, putting a very hurt, sad face. your son's proud face washes away as he panics seeing you pout.

"wha–!! i mummy baby too." determined little thing as he kneels in your lap, facing you with hands on your shoulders to prevent himself from unstable footing. "why you say i no mummy baby?"

"you tell me, kashiel." it's fun to tease kashiel. he's so smart and mischievous. always have something to come up with in any situation. you wonder how this one will turn out.

your husband at the same time has snuggled up at your side. head tilted back on the couch as he watches his wife and son having a conversation. his most favorite thing in the world.

"uh.." kashiel turns to look at daddy for help. rafayel stuck his tongue out instead. never mind!

"uhm.. mummy.. i.." the gears in his brain are working overtime to prove he's just as much as mummy's like he is daddy's. "i kind! mummy kind! that why i mummy baby too."

kashiel carefully observes your face. please mummy smile, please mummy smile and say he's mummy's baby chanting internally.

"oh so daddy's not kind, kashiel?" a voice that's not mummy chirps and intervenes.

kashiel huffs and loops his little arms around mummy's neck, seeking your hug and attention. melting like a puddle when you laugh and kiss his hairline.

"daddy no kind! you eat my donuts."

"excuse you, you already had so many donuts that day and they were going to spoil, mister. someone had to finish it, we don't waste food." rafayel eyes the way kashiel's clinging to you like a damn barnacle. your husband has yet to have his own fill of cuddles today!

"i no care. i mummy baby."