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.
He can’t believe his eyes when he stops on one photo of a mini cake in particular, because it looks to be made exactly just for him. It even seems to be calling out his name, he swears he can hear it whisper into his ear. Oh this is it, he thinks. Quickly placing an order wait maybe make that two, he is relieved to see it will only take a few minutes to wait.
Perking up when it arrives already thoughtfully arranged on a plate by his secretary, Valko immediately shuffles aside the documents on the table while thanking him and asking to not be disturbed for the next fifteen minutes.
When the door closes, he lets out a gleeful chuckle as he rubs his hands together, swiveling a bit on his chair side to side, his eyes sparkling as he appreciates the mini cake.
The smell is divine, his mouth already watering, and he already knows it’s gonna be good. He smiles at the way it’s decorated with bits and pieces of chocolate barks, shavings, and sprinkles. The chaos actually looks playful and fun.
He picks up the fork to dig in, whistling when he sees the inner layers and the gooey center. He took a bite, and his eyes went wide.
“Mmmm!” A moan involuntarily comes out from his lips. He slaps a palm on the table, loud enough for his secretary to hear outside, who pauses in concern as he looks at the door.
Mother. of. all. chocolate. cakes.
Pure bliss sweeps through him, instantly washing away the stresses of the day. Valko lifts a hand to his mouth as he chews, eyes fluttering shut as he moans again, softer this time. He swears he feels sparks run through his veins and stars appear in his vision. His wolf ears and tail appear and swish around happily, a rare slip of control over food.
What sorcery is this? Bite after bite, he practically inhales the mini cake, only slowing down at the last forkful.
He side-eyes the other cake on the table, still safe in its transparent takeout box with a pretty little ribbon. He decides to save it for dinner later.
(It doesn’t survive past the hour.)
“Their cake has healed me. Just one bite and I have achieved inner peace, outer peace, and world peace. As a seasoned chocotist, this cake...”
He types a lengthy and glowing 5-star review for the cafe he ordered from, committing the name and address to memory, pleasantly surprised that it's nearby.
He becomes a loyal customer, ordering two every day (never just one), and every day he experiences the same feeling of joy and contentment. Oddly anchoring him like a sense of home.
Until one day, it doesn’t.
He takes a bite, and… nothing. He tilts his head and scowls as if personally offended, taking another bite… but still nothing. It’s delicious, yes, but the magic is missing. Scratch that, everything feels wrong about it.
Unacceptable.
The secretary is startled when Valko abruptly opens the doors and zooms past. Usually he could hear his boss moaning over the cakes at this time (oh the secrets a secretary has to keep), but today his boss seems disgruntled.
Swiftly reaching the cafe, Valko pauses outside the door when he catches a distinct scent, his heart suddenly hammering wildly in his chest.
It’s the scent of the wind that had played by a stream and rushed through open mountains, of a peaceful evening as the full moon slowly rises, of steaming mugs of hot chocolate near the crackling logs on a fireplace. Such a smell…
The door opens with a soft chime, and he steps into the cozy interior. His gaze sweeps past the few empty tables and seats as he follows the scent towards the counter, ignoring the display case full of colorful cakes and pastries. He is drawn by a soft humming, the sound tugging him to lean over the counter to come even closer.
He was leaning halfway over when the person behind the counter turned around.
You.
Beautiful, he thinks, already lost in adoring you. Warm, and sweet, and just… perfect.
“Oh!” Surprised at his presence, you almost drop your clipboard before collecting yourself and greeting a handsome guy who has a big sunny grin on his face. Quite charming, though you briefly wonder how such a tall and well-built guy was able to move so quietly.
“Um, hello, welcome to my cafe! What can I help you with?” You smile up at him, following the sudden urge to step nearer, stopping only when your hip bumped the counter.
You can help me by being my wife—
Lightly shaking his head to focus, he runs a hand through his hair as he answers. “Hi, I’m Valko, and I—”
Your expression brightened in recognition of your most frequent customer, his unique name being printed on the delivery receipts never failing to make you smile. Not to mention his funny reviews. “Valko?”
Well, damn. His name on your lips is doing numbers to his chest.
You cheerfully thank him for his daily orders, your hand reaching out to lightly touch his arm.
He tries very hard not to melt at the small contact.
Suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to ask about today’s cake. Instead, he inquires whether he could place a bulk order for a company event.
An event that doesn’t exist… yet. Orrr I could just eat them all in secret, right?
Your face blooms even more, happy to accept. Something about him makes you feel safe to open up, so you excitedly chatter about how he’s just in time, how you could probably work in a bulk order now that you had an assistant who would be able to help you out, especially since she was able to successfully make the batch of cakes this morning.
Valko listens attentively with soft eyes and a gentle smile, with the peace of a man who has found home. He realized that the magic he felt wasn’t in the chocolate cake, it was in the hands that made them.
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it's lowkey been confirmed they will not add him back yeah i am done, i have enough self-respect to understand when my emotional and financial investment is being neglected and straight up mocked lol how can one as global fan play this game, i didn't know it's filled with such vile people
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the more i look at valko the more it becomes clear to me that none of the 5 boys are as attractive to me as he is, his exactly how i want my man to look like, such a shame, i don't think i will reinstall the app again
Actionable Ideas for Challenging Infold Over Valko's Release (Updated!)
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
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).
Do maintain a polite tone in your feedback (even when you are issuing a threat like leaving the game).
Do specify your current disappointments, long-term criticisms, and expectations for the future of the game should you continue to play. For example, don't just say you want more Main Story updates; specify that you want them every three months.
Do clearly isolate your long-term issues with the game from the current issue of Valko's release. Make it clear that those issues are not resolved by delaying or permanently canceling Valko's debut.
Do talk positively about whatever you can (ie. enjoying other LIs, enjoying the content of the Main Story itself, appreciating the worldbuilding, etc). This may feel difficult, but it demonstrates that you are a passionate player. Infold can assume that a player so invested in the game would need something drastic to push them to leave.
Don't use profanity.
Don't reference CN players.
Don't bring up Infold's past mistakes. We need to stay focused on the current issues.
Don't criticize anything about Valko's teased content. This one may be unpopular, I know. If Infold is pulling back Valko's release, I don't think it's likely that they will be willing to invest any more time and money into his development. If they continue to get more and more criticisms about him and don't care to change anything about him, they will never release him. I'm not minimizing any fan's concerns; I'm suggesting we choose a priority.
If you are unsure where to start, here are some talking points:
Express your excitement over Valko (bonus points if you give reasons why). Did you come back from a long hiatus for him?
Express your disappointment over not having Valko in the game. How will it impact your enjoyment of the game?
Describe how you prepared for his anticipated arrival.
• In-game (farm for dias, bought packs, etc)
• On your devices (created storage space, bought a new device, etc)
• Financially (budgeted for buying packs upon his release, etc)
Describe how you engaged in fandom around Valko. Did you create fanart, fanfiction, or other fanworks? How much were you consuming fanworks showcasing him? Demonstrating how beloved he was before any real content of his being released indicates a warm reception if/when he is released.
What are the current issues you experience with the game? Be specific. Describe exactly how they impact your gameplay. Suggest a concrete way those issues could be resolved. Assert that Valko's release being postponed or canceled will not resolve these issues.
Express concern for the changes to their planned story arc his absence would create. Question if those changes would be as enjoyable as their original plan.
(If you're feeling up to it) Acknowledge the amount of time, effort, and money that must have gone into creating Valko. Let them know it would disappoint you to see it go to waste.
Infold made a terrible decision. We need to take action and let Infold know that a large portion of the LADS fanbase wants Valko to be released at some point. Let's try to remain positive where we can, engage in positive fandom, and do our best to make our voices heard by Infold.
Thanks to @shivasdarknight, @adehsroyal, and @alyxzenia for their contributions!
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!!!
could we global fans email them or something :( i was happy for valko coming in and also i am in asian server (which apparently they think only consists of china) if they make him available for global fans idk if asian server will be included but i don't think they will include him at all atm but like :(((
update: found this petition, idk how will it help but yeah, i guess email them too.
WHY ARE WE NOT ABLE TO FOCUS ON THE WANDERERS WE WANT TO ATTACK MANUALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. IT'S SO FRUSTRATING WITH THE HUNTER'S CONTEST STAGES WHERE YOU NEED TO END THOSE TWO REF PILLARS. WHY IS MY CHARACTER FOCUSING ON THE FUCK9NG WNADERERRRRRR OH MY GOFDRDD
update: deleted game lol yeah goodbye idc at least i don't need to be mad at the poor battle management
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The little twins bombarding Doctor Zayne, during a routine checkup, with animal facts from the family friendly documentary they watched with Papa.
“… 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.
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.
“…You won’t melt in the few minutes I’ll be away,” he says, voice calm, almost teasing.
You look up at him with full seriousness. “It's worse. I’ll boil.”
That earns a quiet exhale of amusement from him, the corner of his mouth lifting as he studies you like you’re a particularly dramatic patient. “Mm,” he murmurs. “Then I suppose I’ll have to properly diagnose you.”
You blink. “Diagnose me with what?”
Zayne shifts his grip under your arms before you can protest further, lifting you with effortless ease against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Acute separation sensitivity,” he says simply. Your protest dies immediately into a small, satisfied noise as he adjusts you against him, one arm securely around your back while the other gathers what he needs from the nearby table.
“Is that even real?” you mumble, already relaxing again.
“No,” he replies softly. “But your symptoms are consistent.”
You huff a laugh, looping your arms properly around his shoulders as he starts walking. Your lashes quickly flutter shut as you listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat beneath his shirt, the coolness around him easing the heat that had been clinging to your skin all afternoon.
It’s unfair, really.
How easy it is to melt like this in his arms.
The way his steps stay steady even while carrying you like you weigh nothing at all. The way the faint chill of his evol lingers just enough to keep you comfortable without ever becoming too much. The way his presence alone feels like relief.
You shift slightly, tucking your face closer into his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“Then you’d agree with twenty-four hour care?” you murmur sleepily, voice muffled as you nuzzle into him. “Since my condition is so severe.”
There’s a pause.
“…Severe, hm?”
You nod against him, completely unbothered, already half-drifting.
His hold tightens just slightly, instinctive and careful as he adjusts you more securely against his chest. When he speaks again, his voice is sweeter than before. “I suppose I wouldn’t have much of a choice,” he says, a faint smile in his tone.
“If it’s that serious.” Warmth blooms in your chest at that, even through the cool air around him. You relax fully then, letting your weight settle completely into him, your breathing slowing as the rhythm of his heartbeat lulls you further under.
“…Good,” you mumble, eyes finally slipping shut for good this time. “Because I like you as my doctor.”
That earns a low chuckle from him.
And a moment later, you feel it—his lips pressing gently to your cheek, lingering just long enough to make your heart stir even as sleep pulls at you.
“I know,” he murmurs. “And I’m afraid I’m already committed to your case.”
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⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — cutesy hcs, avg fluff, implied marriage!
[౨ৎ] synopsis: random domestic things the lads!men do
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: Don't know what I'm gonna post after this lol, we might do a freaked out multi poll but summer themed or sum idk
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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?"
ZAYNE
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ knows exactly when your social battery is dying and gets you out of conversations; He notices when your smile starts to thin just a little too quickly in conversations, when your answers get shorter, when your eyes start drifting instead of really landing anywhere. He never interrupts you while it’s happening. He just waits until the exact second it becomes too much for you to keep pretending.
“Excuse me,” Zayne says smoothly when he finally steps in, appearing beside you as if he’s always been there. One hand settles lightly at your back, subtle enough that no one questions it, but firm enough that your shoulders immediately relax. Your coworker is still talking about some article she read, but Zayne’s presence quickly disrupts the rhythm of the conversation.
Zayne doesn't necessarily make it sudden or awkward, just gently redirects it, polite words and his calm authority wrapping around the conversation until it naturally dissolves.
And it's moments like that that make you so so grateful to be married to someone like zayne.
You barely even realized how much you’d been holding in until it’s suddenly gone, like someone finally loosened a tight knot in your chest. By the time you reach his car, the evening air feels colder than you expected. Zayne opens the passenger door for you without a word, like he already knows you’re running on empty.
You slide into the warm interior of his car, sinking back into the seat with a soft exhale, lashes fluttering shut for just a second longer than intended. “Thank you for that, zaynie,” you murmur tiredly as he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.
Zayne glances at you, the faintest curve forming at the corner of his mouth. His gaze softening as his green eyes flicker over your tired expression, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. “Of course, my love."
CALEB
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ automatically reaches for you when he's excited about something; Caleb has never been good at hiding his enthusiasm—though he's never had any desire to hide it from you. The second he's telling you a story, showing you something cool, or rambling about whatever has caught his attention that day, he's automatically reaching for you without even realizing it.
"Okay, okay, but listen, pips—"
One arm slips around your waist as he talks, pulling you against his side while he launches into whatever ridiculous thing he's currently invested in.
"The wing shape is designed like that for a reason. And if you look here—"
Caleb's excitement only makes him more affectionate. A hand on your shoulder. An arm around your waist. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he physically needs you involved in the conversation. Half the time, he isn't even aware he's doing it.
Too busy sharing something he loves with his favorite person.
And somehow, by the end of it, you've learned absolutely nothing about airplanes, but you've learned quite a bit about how cute your husband looks when he's excited.
XAVIER.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ steals your blankets subconsciously but gives them back immediately when you whine; Xavier has this unconscious habit of stealing your blankets like it’s instinct. It starts innocently enough: movie nights, late evenings, him sitting just a little too close until somehow the entire blanket ends up draped over him instead of you.
You don’t even notice at first.
Until you’re suddenly freezing.
“Xavierrrr” you mumble, tugging at the edge of the blanket.
He stirs slowly, blinking up at you like he’s just been pulled out of a dream. There’s a long pause where he processes absolutely nothing, then—
“…hm?”
“you're hogging the blanket, xavi.”
Silence.
"...Sorry, star."
Then, without argument or complaint, he shifts immediately. Still half-asleep and grumbling under his breath, he lifts the blanket off himself and drapes it back over you, carefully tucking it around your shoulders until you're warm again.
The moment he's satisfied, he settles right back down. His arms slip around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a sleepy sigh. His face buries itself in the crook of your neck, warm and familiar.
Within minutes, his breathing evens out again.
And by morning?
The blanket will somehow be wrapped around him once more.
RAFAYEL
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ always checks your reflection before his own; Every time you pass a mirror together or find yourselves standing in front of your shared bathroom mirror: Rafayel's eyes find you first.
It doesn't matter if you're dressed up for one of his gallery openings or standing in one of his oversized shirts with your hair half done. His gaze always drifts toward your face before anywhere else.
Most nights, he'll wander into the bathroom while you're doing your skincare, drawn in by your presence more than anything else. You catch his reflection in the mirror as he walks up behind you, arms slipping around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. The embrace is loose and familiar, his attention seemingly fixed on your reflection rather than his own.
"Don't stare at me," you mumble, patting moisturizer into your skin. "I look dehydrated right now."
Then his arms only tighten around your waist. "Then you'll be my dehydrated, beautiful muse." He says sweetly, despite the teasing lit in his voice, which makes you roll your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
"I wonder if I'll still be your muse once I start shedding like a lizard."
Rafayel hums thoughtfully, resting his chin more firmly on your shoulder as he studies your reflection.
"Of course."
"Really?"
"Mm. Then I'd simply paint the most beautiful lizard in existence."
"...you're ridiculous."
Rafayel only smiles, pressing another kiss to your cheek.
"Anything for my muse."
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You know Tara and Simone will rip you to shreds about this for the rest of your life.
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.
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one of the reasons i think snowcrow works so well as a pairing is bc zayne’s whole deal is “duty before desire” and sylus’s whole deal is “your desire is my duty”
@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.
sylus smirks. grabs zayne by the jaw. "brazen," he says roguishly, breathing in zayne's momentary surprise and the accompanying spike in arousal, "would be this." and then he kisses zayne square on the mouth.
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."
"you are mummy's baby indeed. tomorrow we buy some donuts, okay?" you agree easily, revelling at how your husband turns sulky now. another big baby to deal with here.