You Catch Valko & Zayne Secretly Eat TWO Whole Chocolate Cake 💖
Fluff. Warning—might be OOC. Credit images by @rinierin7 on X, proof credit to Ro (I stand by what I said that this is the best you do!) 💖
It’s 3 in the morning, and the deep sleep you were finally enjoying is rudely interrupted. You blink in the dark room, heavy eye and groggy, trying to pinpoint what exactly pulled you out of your dreams.
Then you hear it—a hushed and frantic whisper. Then the sharp clatter of a metal fork against a ceramic plate.
You drag yourself out of bed, pulling a blanket tightly around your shoulders, and shuffle down the hallway. The kitchen light is on, casting a warm glow onto the floorboards.
You step into the doorway, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. "What.. are you two doing?"
Both Valko and Zayne freeze instantly.
Sitting at the kitchen island are two premium bakery boxes, their lids flung wide open. Valko has a massive forkful of double-fudge cake hovering halfway to his mouth. Zayne’s cheeks are visibly puffed out, a smear of dark chocolate frosting at the corner of his usually pristine lips.
They look at you like deer caught in headlights, their mouths completely full and their eyes wide with absolutely unapologetic guilt. (How dare they??)
You peer past them at the boxes. Crumbs, a smear of chocolate buttercream on the cardboard, and nothing else.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter, rubbing your temples. "You ate two WHOLE double-fudge cakes. Between the two of you. At three in the morning."
Valko quickly swallows, looking at the empty boxes and then back at you. "So... funny story—" he starts, but his voice abruptly cuts off. He winces, a hand flying up to firmly clutch the side of his jaw. "Ouch. Okay. Talking is a bad idea."
Next to him, Zayne finally swallows his bite, but his stoic expression instantly crumples. He reaches for a glass of ice water on the counter, pressing it aggressively against his right cheek, his Evol cooling the water until almost freezing.
"Valko ate a cake and a half," Zayne grumbles, his voice muffled by the glass. "I merely had my share. Which was half a cake."
"You matched me bite for bite until the sugar hit, don't lie," Valko groans. He leans his elbows on the counter and gives you this wide, incredibly pathetic look. His eyes are doing that sad, pleading puppy-dog thing that he knows always works on you. "Don't be mad. The craving was a monster. We had to slay it."
"And now your teeth are staging a rebellion," you sigh.
Zayne lowers the glass slightly. He looks exhausted, his usual collected demeanor hijacked by a massive sugar hangover and a throbbing toothache. He looks up at you, his eyes softening into a silent, miserable plea for mercy. "It was... exceptionally rich," he admits quietly. "I may have miscalculated my tolerance."
You look between them. Two capable, grown men, completely taken out by cakes in the middle of the night. You want to yell at them for the ridiculous sugar intake, for waking you up, and for not saving you a single bite, but the misery on their faces are too funny to stay mad at.
You let out a long, defeated breath. "Don't move."
You go to the bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet, returning a minute later with mefenamat tabs and two mugs of warm saltwater.
"Sit up," you order Valko, nudging his shoulder. You hand him a mug and a pill. "Wash your mouth with this first, then take the meds. It'll help the throbbing. Zayne, here."
Zayne takes the mug with his free hand, looking at you with quiet gratitude. "Thank you. I'm sorry we woke you. And that we didn't save you any."
"Yeah, yeah. Save it," you say, a small smirk slipping out as you lean against the counter. You watch them nurse their jaws, waiting for the exact right moment to drop the bomb.
"So," you start, your tone dangerously sweet. "Since this is obviously an emergency... I’ll go ahead and call Dr. Milton. I’m sure he can squeeze both of you in for an emergency root canal first thing in the morning."
The reaction is instantaneous.
Valko chokes on his saltwater, coughing as he scrambles to sit up straight, his puppy-dog eyes vanishing into panic. "Wait, no! It's not that bad! Barely a twinge, really!"
Zayne freezes, the glass of water halting halfway to his mouth. The color drains slightly from his already pale face. "A dentist is unnecessary," he says quickly, trying to regain his composure despite the obvious flinch when he speaks too fast. "The pain is already subsiding. See? Good as new."
"Are you sure?" you ask innocently, pulling out your phone and tapping the blank screen. "Because a second ago it looked like you were dying. I think we need some drills and needles just to be safe."
Valko reaches out and gently, but frantically, covers your phone screen with his large hand. "I promise, no more midnight cakes. Just... put the phone away."
Zayne nods in solemn agreement, looking at you like you're holding a weapon of mass destruction. "We have learned our lesson. No drills."
You finally let the laugh bubble up from your chest, setting the phone down on the counter. "Alright, alright. No dentist. But you're both making me breakfast tomorrow. Something savory."
Valko sigh in relief. He steps forward and rests his chin heavily on top of your head, wrapping his large arms around you in a warm hug. "Deal," he mumbles affectionately into your hair. "Whatever you want. You're the best."
Zayne sets his empty mug down and steps closer, gently tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders so it doesn't slip. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, though he still wince slightly at the movement. "We are sorry we woke you," he murmurs, his voice returning to its usual low and soothing cadence. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
Before you can even take a step, Valko simply scoops you up into his arms, careful not to touch his aching jaw. Zayne leads the way back to the bedroom, turning off the kitchen light behind them.
Ten minutes later, you're tucked safely under the covers, sandwiched between two large, very guilty men. With Valko's steady warmth at your back and Zayne's hand gently holding yours in the dark, you decide that missing out on the chocolate cake wasn't such a tragedy after all.
The next 2 days.👆 You can’t get angry though. Just look at their face! 🥹
Thanks for the idea @gravitationalbluberry 💙💙💙
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