hii!! so, this will be the place where I'll leave the links for all the posts related to this project, presentation, playlists, oneshots, etc.
also, I will be accepting requests/questions, idk if anyone will be interested in this, but if someone is, you can ask me anything about this au, or only to chat about it, or propose ideas for oneshots, blurbs, drabbles, ask for more info about my ocs, etc.
Josephine had seen a lot in all her years. But never a birthday party so empty.
It was a celebration fit for child royalty, complete with a bounce house, wave slide, and water balloon station. The whole setup could have easily put any theme park to shame; the only problem was, there was almost no one to take advantage of it.
Mrs. Li groans and runs a hand down her face, looking back toward her young son. “This didn’t go as expected. We sent out invites to everyone in his class, but they're all so much older. That's what all the fanfare was for.” She gestures to the various activities with a hollow chuckle. “We thought it’d help convince the kids to come over—we know that Zayne doesn’t care for it much. But you can see where all of that planning got us,” she quips dryly, sweeping her dark hair back in distress.
Josephine frowns in sympathy. “Well, I just can’t believe it. The whole ride over here, the only thing I heard was, ‘I’m so excited to see Zayne today!’ ‘Are we at Zayne’s house yet?’ ‘Zayne is my best friend. He’s so nice and smart!’” She gives her best go at imitating your voice, but nothing can compare to the original. “I’m sorry the other kids don’t seem to see it.”
A sad smile spreads across Mrs. Li’s face, and her worried gaze finds her son again. “I’m so grateful you're both here. I just hope it's not too awkward, being the only ones.”
Josephine looks toward the middle of the backyard, where you and Zayne are resting in-between activities. The heat is getting to you already: you’re fanning yourself with urgency, breaths coming out in little pants. Noting your condition, Zayne takes a timid step forward. Slowly, bluish-white ice crystals coalesce on his hand. When he’s certain they’re finished forming, he holds it out to you.
You take it gladly, beaming as bright as the sun.
A matching smile lights on Josephine's face.
She lays a comforting hand on Mrs. Li’s shoulder. “I think they’ll be just fine.”
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For the next two hours, you and Zayne bond.
In the bounce house, you leap around like a caffeinated kangaroo, jumping forcefully enough to knock Zayne off his feet more than once. The first time, Mrs. Li started to run over in concern—but stopped when she heard her son’s light, increasingly rare laughter.
On the wave slide, you take turns climbing up and pushing yourselves down. While one of you slides, the other remains on the ground, critiquing each attempt and advising on how it could be more “awesome.” Zayne seems to lose interest after his fourth time easing himself down, but he climbs up again anyway each time you call for him.
The water balloons are the main event. Josephine gasps as you fling one at Zayne without hesitation; it bursts against his black shorts with your elated shrieks in the background.
Grimacing at the water dripping onto his shoes, he shoves his glasses up his nose in concentration and hurls a bulging balloon back at you. He looks proud of himself when it hits you square in the chest—his mom says he isn’t the best at sports yet—but when you turn your back to him and stomp your foot with a wail, pride quickly turns to panic. He apologizes as profusely as a child his age can, hovering a hand over your shoulder, unsure if it’s okay to touch you or not.
You seem so distraught, even Josephine is surprised when you whip around with a cheeky grin, stand up on your tiptoes, and crack a balloon you’d hidden somehow right over Zayne’s head. As water drips down his hair, his mouth parts in shock, and you call out a triumphant “Gotcha!”
Mrs. Li rushes forward, worried her son will be upset. But Zayne only shakes the droplets off his hair and extends his hand in a solemn truce. When you take it, Josephine notices, a soft pink color spreads across his cheeks.
Finally, when it's time for cake, you reach up to anoint Zayne with a penguin-patterned birthday hat, cheering so loud that he flinches. When he recovers, he cuts a huge square slice of the blue-frosted sheet cake. He looks remarkably set on inhaling it.
Mrs. Li watches in exasperation, seemingly seconds from asking, “Hey, why don’t we start with a piece half that size, Zaynie?” But to her surprise, her sweet-toothed son doesn’t scarf his treat down in one go. Instead, he plates it like a junior chef and offers it to you.
“Today was my best birthday,” he mumbles with a shy smile. “Thank you.”
Good noon friends! I don't have much to report as of right now, but here are a couple updates:
As of 11:00 AM CDT:
LADS following count: Instagram 917k, X 656.6k, TikTok 891k, YouTube 325k
Petitions: 225.8k and 92.2k
Valko is getting SO much love at AX2026! Here's a video posted to X.
CN fans are getting some interesting responses to their messages to Infold. They aren't copy-and-paste anymore—they're responding with emojis? Post here.
A lot of people on X seem to be having similar dreams about Valko coming back. It's obvious not concrete evidence or anything, but a woman's intuition is no joke!
Players have noticed the lily of the valley painting in the desk decorating. It's been there since the beginning. FYI—Valko's flower is the lily of the valley.
We're still trending on X! 6 days straight! And we've reached over 2.5 million posts.
It's easier to track the popularity on X, but there are 10k posts on Instagram under #bringvalko back, and #bringbackvalko is a trending search on TikTok.
Here's a list of all the outlets that have reported on the protest: GosuGamers, Polygon, IGN, Aftermath.site, Kotaku, TheGamer, GameSpot, Pocket Gamer.biz, Dexerto. Here's the post with the article links.
Important!
DO NOT interact with CN players on RedNote or Weibo. They are trying to use sinophobia as a new tactic. If you post on either site, do so respectfully and kindly. Do not respond to hateful comments.
DO NOT post on RedNote or Weibo on July 7th. Please ensure that you're paying attention to the time zone difference. July 7th is a historically important day in China. In 1937, it marks the date that Chinese troops clashed outside Beijing, triggering the Second Sino-Japanese War and the full-scale Japanese invasion of China.
If you are not currently boycotting, remember that July 9th is Blackout Day. If nothing else, DO NOT LOG IN on July 9th.
CN players' protest is different than ours. They need to raise the rating in their app stores, and we need to continue to lower ours. Both sides need to emphasize that LADS helps international players appreciate Chinese culture.
Remember!
DO NOT LOG IN! We're still trying to affect their DAU metric.
Don't expect a statement from Infold until Wednesday. With Anime Expo this weekend, and a historical day in China on the 7th, it's unlikely they will say anything about the situation until then.
Keep fighting! Antis worked for seven days to get Valko's release cancelled. We have to continue to make noise in order to be louder than them. Many companies will wait out protests for a few days to see if they fizzle out.
Don't lose hope! We're making a HUGE impact!
Please remember that this boycott is not just about Valko. The CN fans deserve an apology for the 731 incident, global fans deserve recognition, we need more MC customization options for darker skin tones—there are a lot of issues involved.
Take care of yourselves. Take breaks, eat, drink water, and get plenty of rest. We're in this together <3
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Notes Do NOT log into the game. We need to affect their DAU metric (daily active users) Unfollow on social media (Instagram, X, TikTok, etc.
*gently takes your face in my hands* hey. remember that fandom is for fun. if you're not having fun it is ok to step back. if you're intentionally making it unfun for others it is ok to step back. none of this is real. go sit in the sun and smell a flower. i love you.
Pornstar!Simon who’s been told he can’t fuck you anymore because the way you sound when he’s inside you makes every other costar you’ve had in the past look bad.
The Director pulling him aside with the footage still looping on the monitor, voice low, telling him it was obvious your moans dripping out wet and broken were real in a way you’ve never given the cameras before, obvious now that every gasp and whimper you’d faked with the others was thin and breathy and hollow compared to this and your former costars were bound to complain.
Said it made the lads before him look like they couldn’t even get you properly wet, let alone fuck the sense out of you. Said pairing you with Ghost again was asking for trouble. Too risky. Too fuckin’ real.
Swinging the monitor around to show Ghost the way he had angled his hips so the camera caught his cock stretching your silky cunt half an hour before, thick enough that your walls flutter around him without any acting, slick spilling out around the base every time he bottomed out.
Your fingers scrabbling along the bed every time he ground himself down, too fucked out to really run from the pleasure the way you wanted to, body shaking brain reduced to static goo.
You having a hard time remembering the scripted words you were given, eyes rolling in your sockets, little whimpers and moans punched out “hn-hn-hn-“ every time his hips met yours and the head of his cock kissed your cervix.
Ghost cooing down at you when you miss your cue for the third time, hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other kept your thigh shoved wide, voiced amused when he asks “wha’s amatter? Cat got your tongue, dove?”
Ruined any possibility of you answering when he fucked you deep, making your cunt visibly pulse around him on the monitor, arousal drooling down his balls.
You tried. You really did. You mouth opened, some broken attempt at the first word, but it dissolved into another punched out moan the second he angled just right, letting the camera see the way your eyes rolled in their sockets.
His thumb stroking once over your clit, almost gentle, almost fond. “Tha’s it,” he murmured, “take it. Fuckin’ take it.”
Another missed cue. Another low, rough chuckle. He didn’t really give you room to think. Just kept you pinned and full and dripping while the cameras roled and the script stayed forgotten on the floor somewhere behind the lights.
The director was still talking but Ghost wasn’t listening, instead, just reached over and rewound the tape instead. Watched the part where you tried to speak again. Watched the way your body gave out for him and only him. Watched his own hand on the screen, thumb stroking your clit.
He hit play once more. Let it loop. Thumb hovering over the button, already deciding he didn’t give a fuck what the director had to say about it, he was gonna fuck you again no matter what.
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
Valko whimpers desperately as he stills, trying not to blow his load. Your pussy felt too good wrapped around him and he was like a drowning man gasping for air.
He'd fantasized about you so much lately that when you finally came home, he was all over you like a magnet on iron. Now his hot, leaky tip had grown sensitive and hadn't been that long since he started.
He feels like a loser trying to hold it all in, but your slick warmth and arched ass were breaking him down like he was made of cardboard.
"Oh fuck..." He squeezes his eyes shut, praying for retraint but primal instinct takes over and he's rutting into you like a beast, his moans becoming high-pitched and whiny.
"So good...missed this...missed you..." He kisses the back of your neck, your cloying scent only pushing him further to the edge.
"Can't help it...gonna knot gonna knot..." he groans, and after a few more pathetic thrusts, he spills himself into you like an inexperienced virgin, swelling and locking him into place as his face turns a brilliant shade of red.
Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.
He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even
But his tail is a fucking snitch.
The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.
He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.
Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.
It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.
You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).
“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”
He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.
He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…
Your fingers swirl softly in the burgundy tuffs of his hair, inching towards the nape of his neck where fluff turns into scruff. “Maybe, but I’d love it if she had your hair color.”
Valko’s head rests on your shoulder, slightly atop your chest. Laying in bed together, listening to the soft putter of rain hit the window, staring down at the swell of your stomach. Your precious little pup growing inside.
“I really hope she has your eyes, Val.” Those beautiful amber orbs that you fell in love with, you can only pray that your doting little girl is blessed with the same ones. “You just want her to be a mini version of me? Where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want a mini version of you.”
A large hand splays over your stomach, feeling your little girl’s fluttering kicks as greeting. She loves the sound of her papa’s voice, loves the feeling of her papa’s touch. Just as much as her mama does. “We’ll have more babies. Let me have this though, yeah? I want my first experience with motherhood to be with a mini of the love of my life.”
The first great grandchild no less, and a little girl? Valko’s family had already spoiled her rotten and she hadn’t even left your womb. Now, you were just as bad… though he may be worse. “Still, not fair. I want her to look like the woman I can’t live without.” His thumb caresses your tummy softly, a smile curling his lips when she kicks.
“She’s already feisty like you, look at her go.” You laugh, watching your tummy jump and your little girl jostle. “She’s got her papa’s stubbornness, his determination. She’s really shaping up to be a mini you, Val.”
“Our little pup.” He affirms rather than acknowledging your comment, only proving his stubbornness. Though, the smile on your lips can’t be stopped. Gingerly, you scratch at his ears, sighing as you mutter back. “Our little pup.”
I miss him like he’s my dead wife… trust me y’all regardless of the outcome I will not stop writing for Valko. Lads will always be 6 to me.
You knew something was off the second Valko came home.
He was quieter than usual. Ears slightly drooped, tail hanging low instead of its usual happy swish. He tried to play it off with a small smile and a “hey sweetheart,” but you weren’t having it.
“Come here, baby.”
You open your arms and he practically melts into you. The big, strong man who usually carries you everywhere lets you guide him to the couch and pull him down so his head rests in your lap. He’s so tall his legs hang off the end, but he curls up as best he can, face buried against your stomach like he wants to disappear into you.
“Rough day?” you ask softly, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching behind his ears the way he loves.
He nods, a little huff leaving him. “Yeah… things aren’t going very well...”
Your heart aches. Your big wolf boyfriend looks so sad and small like this.
You lean down and pepper kisses all over his face: forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his ears. He lets out a soft, surprised little sound, tail starting to wag weakly against the couch. You keep going, murmuring sweet things between each kiss.
“My good boy… my strong, sweet baby… you did your best and I’m so proud of you.”
You play with his hair, massage his scalp, and when he turns to hide his face in your shirt you just hold him tighter. You order his favorite food, bring him the big blanket he likes, and let him stay curled up in your lap for as long as he wants.
At one point he mumbles, voice muffled, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you…”
You shush him gently and scratch under his chin until his tail wags properly. “Not today. Today you’re my baby and I’m spoiling you. Deal with it.”
Valko lets out a soft, contented rumble, eyes half closed as he nuzzles closer. His tail wraps around your waist the best it can and he finally relaxes, safe and loved in your arms.
You keep petting him, whispering how much you love him, how he’s your favorite person in the whole world, until that sad look in his eyes melts away completely.
You’re sure you’ll love him forever, he’s sure too.
Imagine how bad Caleb's crashout will be once he finds out that not only you went to the N109 Zone to chase some aura farming mafia boss, now you're going after a hunky sexy werewolf who works with Ever. Boy will be calling another lockdown on you STAT
“P-please please V-Valko! Valko please t-tell him to let me cum!” Your choked whimpers send a knife through his heart, though it has little effect on Zayne, who rips the vibrator away from you with no mercy.
“C-come on doc, don’t you think she’s had enough?” The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.
"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.
"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.
"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.
Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.
"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.
"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.
"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.
"Alright, you can make her cum. But if you do...you aren't allowed to cum tonight."
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercore—one of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
