#valentines day snippet

[huntersrequiem-if]

The city is bustling, crawling with activity. Sounds upon sounds, voices competing with each other. A thousand of different scents, mortals, food.

 Thousands of feet scurrying towards their destination.

Hell, if you concentrate you can even hear the voices of the merchants in the marketplace rising over each other.

 So different from your forest, your beloved Wyldewood. It has noises, but they are familiar, soothing. Like leaves ruffling in the breeze, joyful birdsong dancing along the plains.

The babbling of the rivers traveling through the forest.

The squelch of a beast ripping its prey apart, blood dripping down its fangs.

You are shaken out of your stupor when a stranger bumps into you, roughly. You growl at them, barely stopping yourself from baring your fangs at them.

They give you a rude gesture, as they continue onwards with an uneven gait.

With a sound of discontent, you drag your hood deeper over your face. Until you are hidden in its shadow, barely two faintly shining eyes.

How embarrassing of you, to be so caught up in your thoughts.

 Right, this alley can no longer shield you. At the mouth of it lies an ever-flowing sea of mortals.

You were waiting for just the right moment to break in. But it seems like it is never coming.

Keeping a hand holding the hood still, you make your way. Shoving some, sidestepping others.

You continue until you are amidst the heart of the crowd. Follow its flow.

Ignoring the way your head is pounding from the cacophony of noises and smells. The voice of the crowd like the angry buzzing of a wasp hive.

Your claws twitch.

At least your eyes are working fine. You search for a glimpse of warm tawny skin, a shock of blonde hair glowing in the sunlight.

Nothing.

...wait. You stop in your tracks. The flow staggers, pushing into your form. The humans curse you as they avoid your prone form. Some ask if you are alright.

You ignore the ceaseless buzzing, focusing on the sweet scent. It reminds you of a summer day.

Warm sunlight on your skin, the sweet aroma of flowers.

 Your teeth sinking into soft skin. Their pulse like the erratic heart of a deer. Their little whimpers, a delight to your ears.

You bound towards it. The other mortals stop if they don't want to be plowed. Others are too oblivious to that.

It guides you in deserted alleyways, busy streets. You dodge and wave between the humans. Until.... there they are. In a less populated corner of the market, they lean against a stone building.

Santana.

The very picture of relaxation. But you know them better. Crossed arms, staring into the moving streets. The subtle tension of their shoulders. The slow taping of their foot.

Dressed in plain clothes, a white tunic and dark brown pants. They might look like a commoner. They are so much more.

Soft tawny skin, tiny freckles much more evident in the sun. Long golden blonde hair, in a messy braid. The wayward strands perfectly framing their face.  Long lashes hiding deep blue eyes.

They haven’t noticed you yet, of course they haven’t. As much as you would like to stay here hidden in the shadows and admire them, you can’t keep them waiting.

Your steps are silent, noiseless. Forty steps away, they tug at their braid. Thirty steps away, they glance at the stalls on the other side of the street. Their foot quickens its pace, each tap producing a small noise.

Fifteen steps away, they lean their head on the wall, closing their eyes.

You wonder how close you will get before they notice you.

Ten steps away. They’re absorbed in their world.

Five steps away.

Extending a hand, only for it to be slapped away when they twirl. Their other hand goes to their belt, grabbing thin air.

Blinking owlishly, they stare at you for a long moment – before their face takes a regretful look. Their eyebrows furrow. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, I got surprised.” A small smile follows. “Can I help you with something?”

It is easier this way, to ignore the bustle of the city. Just focus on their melodious words. Focus on their smell, wildflowers. Their heartbeat, how it had gone from a harried pace to a steady one.

Ignore the stomping feet.

They squint at you, trying to see under your hood. You help them, raising it slightly. Their eyes widen. “…you came?” Their face brightens up, though there is an unsure shine in their eyes, the small twitch of their brows. “I wasn’t sure you would do that.”

You blink, tilting your head. Why would they think that? “You wanted me here.”

They glance away, a small smile on their lips. Clearing their throat, they refocus on you. “I hope the line wasn’t too long.”

You frown. “What line?”

Blinking, their eyes dance between you and the crowd. “The entrance line..?” Their voice is laced with uncertainly, they speak like they’re trying to jog your memory. “The one you have to use to enter the city?”

Oh.

“How did you get here then?”

“I scaled the wall. Of course.” You shrug. It seemed like the easiest way.

They stare at you, wide-eyed. Their mouth, agape – closes and opens like a dying prey. No words come from them. “You did what?!” The words come sharp, piercing your ears.

The other passerby give them a strange look. Santana responds with an embarrassed smile, lowering their voice to a murmur. “What if someone saw you?” They glance around.

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And who could have seen me?” The mere notion laughable. From up the walls, the mortals resembled ants. Glancing at them, as they pass you by – well, you don’t see changing your opinion anytime soon.

Wait. Their heartbeat quickened. Glancing at them, you find them worrying their lip, eyes darting around. Oh, shit, they’re agitated.

You take a breath. Mellow your voice once it comes out like a soothing whisper. Open hands. You approach them, this time trying to make sounds.

Not like you are stalking your prey. No, no. You’re only trying to help a wounded deer.

When you are right in front of them you move your hands near their shoulder. Not touching. They’re already skittish enough. One wrong move and they might bolt.

“Hey, hey. Santana. Look at me,” their eyes dart to your face. You’re not sure what they see - a beast with sharp fangs and glowing eyes? A concerned smile? Whatever they see, it works because their eyes stay glued on yours. “No one saw me. I was very careful.”

They nod, slowly and then with more force. “Yes, yes. You might be right.” A soft sigh exhaled through their lips, they gave you a small smile. A hand gently tugs at their braid. “I suppose I’m just nervous.” The smile wobbles, just the tiniest bit. “I haven’t done this before. Lovers’ Day, I mean.”

You give them one last sweep, stepping back. Their heart is calm again.

Still, their choice of words gives you pause. Haven’t done it before? You open your mouth, ready to – what do you mean? We did it countless times before. Looking into their eyes, glance away. Right, not that Santana. Not yours. You close your mouth.

They caught that. Something in their face changes, is more taut.

A charged moment passes, you ‘admiring’ the market, and they looking at your profile.

The stalls are brightly colored, with a multitude of things for sale. Some you know – pelts, fresh meat. Some you don’t know – silk, gems. All have little symbols, little figurines of the stallkeeper’s chosen deity. Nothing for you, of course not.

They clear their throat, your eyes dragged back to them. “When was the last time you were here?”

Much has changed, that’s for certain. When you were up to the walls you had a change to see the layout of the city. It expanded.

You shrug. “A few centuries at least. It changed.”

Their expression withers, glancing down. “Right. It must been a sight to behold.”

You tilt your head. What have you said now? Why are they upset?

You don’t like seeing them like this. Your tongue licks over your fangs as you think. Ah, something to do might cheer them up. You clear your throat. “Truthfully, I…,” prefer is too strong a word, not with all this damnable noise, “like it more now. It is prettier.” It doesn’t feel satisfactory, but it made them look at you. “You could give me a tour. Show me all the new things added this century.” You try to smile.

They perk up. A hesitant nod follows and they step forwards. They show you their favorite stalls, their favorite places to get food. And to their credit, the scent is enough to make your mouth salivate.

It would been perfect really. If only this damned city would just shut up. It makes your teeth ache, your hands twinging. One swipe and you could shut them up. The humans who bump into you. Into Santana.

The last straw was when someone stepped on Santana’s  foot with enough force to make them yelp.

You growl, lunging toward the human, grabbing them by the collar. Your claws slice through the thin fabric as you bare your teeth towards the fool.

You might’ve taken a bite of them too, if desperate hands didn’t drag you away. Initially you tensed up, ready to destroy the idiot who dared grab you. Still, you relaxed and let yourself dragged away when you recognized Santana’s warm palms.

They have a vice grip on your forearm, hastily retreating from the whispering crowd. Running from shame…?

A dark alley appears soon. They throw the two of you towards it. Their hurried steps slow down only when they reach a dead end.

With a sight, they release your arm and learn on the cool wall. They slide down it, meeting the hard ground.

You do the same. You rub your face. How stupid of you, to get so carried away.

Your ears pick up their heart galloping in their chest.

A few moments, minutes pass. It slows down.

“Did this happen often?” You glance at them, finding them with looking heavenwards.  “With the original me, I mean.” A gulp. “Or former me?” They give a weak laugh, devoid of any joy. “What would they done in my place?”

[obsolete-stars-if]

Valentine's Day Snippet 1 Adam (UTC 02:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 2 Mikhail (UTC 06:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 3 Kate (UTC 10:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 4 Sascha (UTC 14:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 5 TK (UTC 18:00)

TK noticed the way that MC watched the adults danced, with loud music, food and drinks, as if there was no care in Ita. They watched them, they wanted to join them, a few times MCs eyes fixed on TK, as they add more food to the table, going back to standing straight against the wall.

MC was the only child in the palace. Nannies have been searching for them for over an hour, a few of these nannies looking for TK and not MC, knowing once they had TK, MC couldn't be that far off. 

But TK was the last person in the ball room, the smell of food lingering as it slowly faded out, alcoholic drinks spilled on the ground, no music left but TKs heartbeat.

They take their time cleaning up the last bits, when a few nannies came by, No, they haven't seen MC. No, they can't help.

Only when they finished cleaning, and the nannies gave up for tonight, TK crouches down and checks underneath the table cloth, and of course, their eyes are met back with the eyes from MC. 

"Hello, your Highness.", TK muses, "you should get out from underneath there."

They reach out with one hand, and MC accepts their help out. "The nannies have been looking all over for you." They explain, no malice or accusation in their tone. "And before you shall return to your bedroom, may I ask you for the closing dance of tonight?" They do a standard curtsy, head down, as they can hear MC getting excited.

Being the only child in the palace must be hard, no one to dance or play with. TK sets MC on their feet, holding their hand as they start a simple dance, back and forth, not too much to get dizzy, just enough to enjoy. MC has read and seen the dancing so many times, from balls and their books, never did the protagonist once had to dance alone. And TK makes sure that MC wouldn't have to as well. They hum a relaxing tune as they sway around with them on their feet. 

"I hope this is good enough for you, a royal and hero like you deserves a good dance." TK smiles underneath their mask. Watching MC enjoy themselves.

[green4allseasons]

The lights to the townhome are mostly out… save for the single lamp in the window. And Jason’s heart warms at the shallow glow because that means somehow he’d known that Jason would be returning tonight. 

Somehow he always knows.

Jason walks the motorbike the final block to the house. The thing is loud, which he usually enjoys. But tonight… he doesn’t want to run the risk of waking any sleeping occupants. So instead, he quietly stashes the bike beside the garage and hoofs it to the front door, pulling out a key that had been made specifically for him. 

He loves the way the townhouse welcomes him home. How, although it belongs to someone else on paper, as soon as he steps through the door it greets him as if he's always belonged there too. 

On the crooked end table with a single glowing lamp, there's a stack of books that he recently finished reading from the library, all long overdue. And his jackets... those are all neatly hanging from the coat hanger while another's lay stale and untouched in an ever-growing heap on the floor. 

Even the fridge is marked with his presence, occupied with tupperware full of stir fry. His recipe... though it had been made by someone else in his absence. 

And technically, he could go to his room. Tim had made sure that he knew that it always belonged to him. Even from the very beginning. 

So at first Jason considers it.  The door’s wide open and waiting for him. And it’s what he usually does when he gets into town late; they’re considerate of each other’s sleep schedule like that. 

But... it’s Valentine's Day. Or it was Valentine's Day, he thinks, looking down at his watch and seeing the short hand point at the 2:00. And while Jason’s not a sap for all that capitalist bullshit, he finds himself teetering on his feet in front of his doorway, side-eyeing his bed that looks so cold and lonely in the dark.

“Fuck it,” he decides, turning on his heels and striding into the room across from his. Timmy might get a little pissy about being woken up but he’d just have to live with it for one night. It’s Valentine's Day, or was… and god dammit if Jason isn't feeling a little sentimental. Sue him.

He sounds a lot tougher in his mind, but his actions tell a different story as he slowly nudges the door open, cringing at the resulting creak of old hinges. Had it always been so loud?

Of course, Tim startles, his eyes blearily opening, the pupils constricting at the sudden light. “Jay?” he asks, “Everything okay?”

Jason feels instantly bad. Like he said, they never do this, not unless something’s wrong. So Tim’s instant concern isn’t totally baseless. Usually they give each other a day to adjust to the timezones and whatnot before inexplicably finding themselves in each other’s beds. Intertwined for however long they're both in town… which isn’t as often as either of them would like. 

“Yeah, all good, just…” Jason pauses, a little embarrassed to say the words out loud. He was really counting on Tim being asleep. And goddammit, the little smile that crawls across Tim’s face makes him want to bury his head in a hole. 

“I didn’t take you for a Valentine’s sort of guy,” Tim teases, that little sleepy smirk so fucking annoying. And yet, Jason feels himself unraveling in ways that he can’t put words to.

He swears, “...Just scoot over, will you?”

Tim lets out a small laugh but opens the covers anyway. Jason’d already showered at his new safehouse so he doesn’t feel bad as he crawls into the sheets. But he doesn’t think Tim would mind either way. 

Tim doesn’t turn around, preferring to face Jason as he lays his head back down. They could only manage to fit a twin mattress in the room so it forces them to shift close. Jason sure as hell doesn’t care as their foreheads touch on their shared pillow. 

And god, if Jason doesn’t feel like a man with his whole world in his hands. Tim’s warmth so all encompassing that slowly he feels the tension in his muscles lessen, unwinding with every breath that flutters against his cheek. Tim’s breath is still minty from brushing, giving away that he’d probably stayed up too late… again.

Sighing, Jason settles his hand on Tim’s cheek, adoring the contrasting sensations of the impossibly soft skin under Tim’s eyes and the rough stubble over his jawline. Just another indicator that he’d been working too hard. 

Ah well, it just means that Jason needs to stay longer this time. 

Jason’s fingers rest against Tim’s jawline before he grips gently, using the leverage to press their foreheads together.

“I missed you,” he breathes, holding back so much more that he want’s to say because it’s late, and Tim’s tired, and he doesn’t get enough sleep these days as is. 

And really? All that Jason wants to say has been said before and can be said again once morning comes.

Jason plans to spend his whole life saying it. A whole life proving how it’s true. 

[ghqstwriter]

“Happy Valentines Day to me,” Hero muttered under their breath as they took in the sight before them. It was February 14th, and like every February 14th, Hero’s desk was completely cluttered with flowers, chocolates and wax sealed letters from secret admirers. The agency, for whatever reason, allowed civilians to turn in Valentines gifts for a hero of their choice, and while all of the supers tended to get at least a couple, Hero always seemed to be the centre of attention.

One of the most crucial talents a Hero needed to have in this line of work was likeability. If the public feared and hated you — or at least, thought you were just a tad obnoxious — then you’d have a much harder time rescuing civilians. Each hero had their own gimmick, some were goofing pranksters, some were innocent and sweet, some were fun, adventurous and rebellious.

And Hero, they were the heartthrob. They knew they were conventionally attractive, blessed with what their superiors called a winning smile and a charismatic voice. It worked in their favour, well, until it meant half the work day spent trying to find paperwork buried amongst the gifts from adoring fans. The first Valentines wasn’t so bad, and Hero thought it was heartwarming that so many people desired them. But the excitement wears off after so long on the job, especially when the realisation that none of these gifters would ever even really know Hero had set in.

So, the do-gooder sighed, and made their way over to their superior’s office, where they would first be debriefed on today’s task. It was supposedly an easy errand, according to schedule. Hero soon reached the door, clutching their bag tightly to stop any coworkers from bashing it as they hurried by. Everyone had somewhere to be. Then, they knocked abruptly, and pushed the door open with a sense of casualty that only came from years and years of knowing Superhero.

The aforementioned hero was sat in their desk, hardly glancing up from their clipboard. Hero had a tendency of barging in without asking for permission to come in. When they heard the door slam shut again, followed by the sounds of shuffling into a chair, Superhero dropped their pen and looking up, quirking an eyebrow.

“That’s not the type of bag you should be using to carry weapons or confidential artifacts, so I hope you’re gripping that bag for a reason that isn’t to do with work, Hero,” Superhero commented, taking note of how Hero flustered slightly when they realised just how tightly they were clasping that bag.

“No, no, nothing to do with work. Didn’t uh, even realise I was holding it like that. The downsides of super strength, am I right?” Hero chuckled, trying to seem much more composed. They were the smooth talker, the one who was known for charming their way out of trouble. It was embarrassing how flushed they were right now. Thankfully, Superhero decided to move on with the conversation.

“It’s a simple task today, we just need you to bring some documents over to an informant of ours. Their photograph as well as the location you’ll be meeting them is all detailed here, look over them quickly, because I need you there no later than eleven this morning. Understood?”

Hero nodded curtly in response, picking up the documents and giving them a once-over. There was nothing majorly noteworthy about the mission itself, but the location caught their eye. The informant was going to meet them at an old laundromat nearby the train station, and more importantly, the hero had a particular errand to run nearby there. Hero felt a tingling sensation buzzing through their fingers at the realisation.

“I’ll get right on it, report back later today, boss,” Hero gave a two fingered salute, accompanied by their trademark smile, and headed for the door. The quicker they could get this job done, the more time they’d have to sort out their own business. The thought of that was all that occupied their mind, the details of the first task hardly given room in their mind.

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Superhero was right, the job was exceedingly simple. The laundromat was almost entirely empty, the only other customer being an old lady who was too engrossed in trying to work the machines to pay attention to the hero and informant’s conversation. Few words were spoken between the two, this was information that didn’t concern any of Hero’s ongoing missions so there was hardly anything to say. Hero didn’t mind that, though. They had places to be.

As they dipped out of the laundromat, still clutching their bag like it held the worlds most precious valuables, they headed straight to task number two. Hero didn’t even stop to think about the directions, they knew them off by heart by now. Across the street, down the alley, turn a few corners, and there it was. The old wooden door sat unassuming along the wall, deep enough in the alley to be ignored.

Hero approached the door, already fishing for the lockpick they tended to keep in their back pocket. The hero wasn’t a towering brute who could knock down enemies like a tank, so they had learnt early on how to sneak around. The lock clicked quickly, it was a sound utterly familiar to Hero, who had now entered the musky room. There was no sign of life in there; a layer of dust had started to form on the shelves and not even a flicker of a lightbulb could illuminate the hero’s path. They didn’t need that light though, they had frequented Villain’s hideout enough by now to get around in the dark.

The floorboards creaked slightly with every step, and the smell of motor oil from the garage next door was subtle but noticeable. It made Hero’s nose scrunch up slightly, not used to this place being so desolate, lacking the familiar smell of the villain. Villain had been gone for months, now. Some major heist a continent or two away, they had mentioned. Hero didn’t expect to feel their absence so heavily, but here they were, sneaking around their hideout on Valentines Day.

But, they were supposed to be back tonight. Hero’s heart fluttered slightly at the thought. They’d hate to say it out loud, but they missed the villain. Somehow, the two had ended up as friends, and what better way to welcome a dear friend back home than with a gift? Hero approached the criminal’s desk, the idea of snooping for documents far from the forefront of their mind. Then, they reached into their bag, and pulled out their weapon of choice: a quaint box of chocolates tied neatly with a bow.

Sappy, the villain would likely say, and they wouldn’t be wrong. The box itself was as stereotypical as can be: a red heart wrapped with a crimson bow. Hero had considered a lot of different gifts for their villain, perhaps flowers or something less obvious. Sure, they had been crushing on Villain for the longest time, but that didn’t mean they should rush into things with the very first move. Something subtle to start things off, that would have been smart.

Distance had made Hero incredibly stupid. With each week they missed Villain more, and with that they became bolder and bolder. There was no time for games now, this was their chance after way too long to make a move, and on the perfect day, no less. So, Hero gently placed the box on the desk, just as the agency had done to Hero’s desk. But this time, the gift was from a place of genuine admiration, from a person who did truly know Villain.

No signature was needed, Villain would know who this was from. Who else knew exactly the chocolates they liked? Who else came amd went as they pleased, yet never threatened to steal information. Hero had made their move, and Villain would know. Whatever they decided to do with the gift, with the knowledge of Hero’s unspoken heart, at least they’d know.

[moonlightheretic]

So Gareth did his part! I have added it onto Alix's video! So just keep watching and Gareth will read his part which is a direct answer to Alix's dialogue! It is from Chapter 26: Disciples of Lust, Lies and Power I hope you all enjoy this much as me! Happy Valentine's Day y'all! This has been a seven year long dream. I have another cameo from Alix that I will post soon, and let me tell you. She took no prisoners! Haha!

Inquisitor Lavellan-“I learned how to use my Pawns by watching you. I learned …how to sacrifice good soldiers to gain ground, I learned how to deny life to afford my own, and I learned how to stash all the guilt away by tossing it under the greater good. Because the only thing that mattered was stopping Corypheus and no one would ever dare to blame me for what I had to do.”

“But, I suppose in the end…I learned from the best."

Solas- “The Dalish and the City Elves are descended from those that I freed. History does not always remember fondly…or accurately. The louder voices linger longer and surface above the rest. If you let them in you will crumble under the edifice of malcontent they have built for you. Take pride in what you have done, Vhenan, even if it is only you that does. You are as relentless as a hurricane and despite your ferocity, I have always admired your lightning."

[vinelark]

i love tumblr bc in no other situation could i go up to a famous author and say “hey how’s your wife” and have it not be a little weird. anyways hope u r well and having fun writing or editing or casting spells or having a wife!

wanted to say that a part of bbts that i really enjoy is how unhinged tim is and how the reader almost misses that bc Kon is narrating everything with a heart filter over it. Also how much tim’s brothers just really love him!!! reminds me of that one comic panel where jason offers to take 16 y/o Tim to a bar. peak siblings and peak characterization!

incredibly flattered by the use of "famous author" here, which i think can only be applied in the most specific of circumstances but wow, i'll take it. my wife is doing well! it's valentine's day and i love her! she got us a really nice perfume set and i got her some earrings in a homemade wooden box and now she's playing bg3 while i write. (or go on tumblr, technically.) ❤️

and i'm so glad you like the unhinged tim of it all, because that's one of my fav tim modes too. and it's so fun to write either through kon's heart eyes or through tim's own matter-of-fact narration where he's like, "i have a totally reasonable perspective on how unhinged i am, which is maybe 10% more unhinged than the median hinge level for gotham's population." [omniscient narrator: accounting for outliers, timothy drake is, in fact, 90% more unhinged than the average gothamite.]

[the-starlit-authoress]

Prompt #3

"You blew up a building to ask me out?"

"I blew up an abandoned building." Villain clarified. "There were no casualties. Probably."

Hero pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a harsh breath.

[foxspirit1928]

Miss Fisher Snippets (230)

Instead of the usual Phryne and Jack (or Dot and Hugh), I am celebrating Valentine’s Day this year with a post of Phryne and Mac since it’s not just a day for romance but for friendship as well.

Like many other aspects of the books and the show, there were discrepancies between Book Mac and TV Mac, but one consistency was that she and Phryne had known each other for years. It made total sense for Mac to be the one waiting on the dock when Phryne stepped off the gangplank in S1E1 and teasing her about “traveling light”. I love the sassiness of the TV Mac and credit it to both the script writers and the casting of Tammy MacIntosh.

Are Essie and Tammy real-life friends? I have no clue. Judging by their on-screen chemistry, though, I dare say that they get along just fine. Therefore, when I saw the photo of them to the left (taken in 2019 at the Australian TV Week Logies), this quote popped in my head. It’s fun seeing them reunited on the red carpet, but it would be amazing if they reunite on screen, especially as Phryne and Mac.

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p.s. An early Happy Birthday shoutout to Tammy MacIntosh (it’s February 16). We celebrate you today and always.

(Posted 14-Feb-2025)

[tylovingkit]

thinking I'm having a happy day but then I remember we didn't got anything from Cassandra Clare on Valentine's day and I feel betrayed again.

[violetfairydust]

Thank you for the tag @dear-massacre <3

Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line

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“Good thing we have three hundred sixty-four other days to fuck.”

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Valentine's Day is not going the way Derek wanted lol

No pressure tags: @renmackree @endwersed @seaweed-water @nixie-deangel @thotpuppy @quackquackcey

@dontcallpanic @amityfarms @sapphiczebra @watermeezer @windspearspunch

[huntersrequiem-if]

He stands beside you, clothed in rich silk, vibrant colors that take away from his pale gray skin. His hand is cold in yours, yet the skin is smooth with no callouses. His claws rest delicately on the back of your hand, little pinpricks.

With a large grin and a grand gesture, he shows you a massive table. Candlelight bathes the crimson tablecloth in a warm glow. On it is a magnificent feast, with all dishes known to man and gods. Two plush chairs await you.

Yet, the table sits suspended in a dark abyss.

His grin falters - noticing where your attention went. The dark abyss slowly changes to a grand room, details washing over the inkiness like paint. As the details materialize, it befits the bedroom of a king, all grand details and architecture.

Astaroth glances at you under his eyelashes reading your reaction. “Is this not to your liking?” He guides you towards the table, squeezing your hand.

You shake your head, smiling. “It is a tad too grand for me, dear.”

He turns towards you, tilts his head, and then gives you a theatrical bow. As he plants a soft kiss on the pulse on your wrist, his words are little whispers. 'Tell me what you desire, my heart,' he says, his lips brushing against your pulse point.

Out of the corner of your eyes, the landscape flickers rapidly through different forms – until it finally settles on your forest.

“I thought you hated this.”

Rising, he put an arm around your hips, pulling until you’re flush against his form. “Oh, I do.” His other hand is at the nape of your neck. “They’re dreadful things,” he smirked, sharp, “but I can brave a few bugs if it means seeing you smile.” His smirk softened, a warm smile replacing it.

His kiss is gentle, slow, with just a hint of teeth. Your fingers tangle in his silky hair as you draw him closer.

It ends far too soon. Resting his head on your shoulder, he murmurs against your skin. “But I’m keeping the table.”

[obsolete-stars-if]

Valentine's Day Snippet 1 Adam (UTC 02:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 2 Mikhail (UTC 06:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 3 Kate (UTC 10:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 4 Sascha (UTC 14:00)

Valentine's Day Snippet 5 TK (UTC 18:00)

"Why are you here?" The familiar voice startles Adam. He looks around, eyes finding the rather short person, who Mikhail assigned himself to keep him occupied between battles. Their name is North.

Adam turns to them, North is successfully drowning underneath Aimee. "Why aren't you in battle?"

North recovers his face from the endless fluff that is Mikhail's dog, "Why are you sneaking into Mikhail's room?"

Adam scoffs, "I am his servant, I can enter his room whenever I want. I was looking for something- I don't need to explain myself to you."

North stares back at Adam, "The only thing you'll find here is a punch in your face. If you're looking for Mikhail's love, I can tell you, there is none for you."

He turns away and checks the desk, "I don't understand how he can keep you around. You're terrible."

North hums, "He likes me."

Adam looks over his shoulder to North, he is a small person, white short hair, reddish eyes, pale skin, they burn in the sun at every battle, so he was pulled out some time ago. "I don't see your appeal." Before returning back to the desk, looking for something to occupy himself with.

"Of course not, you're his bitch, you will sit and jump when he says so." North answers.

"That's not true." Adam presses out, his hands finding some letters that Mikhail wants to be sent off sooner rather than later. "Besides, again, I'm his servant, it's my job."

"And as long as you're his servant, Mikhail won't return any feelings." North says, "He is your boss, that's too much power for him to abuse."

Adam stops, he tries to ignore North's stinging words.

"I don't see why you even should try to. Mikhail's clearly happy already with me."

"You barely know him." Adam answers, "Mikhail- I've known him for so long, seen him in his worst and best, and unlike you, I won't be replaced by the next best toy walking around."

"Mikhail clings at me." North retorts. "Surely you've noticed."

Adam scoffs, "Shut up."

And North does, not on their own accord but the talking stirred Aimee from her slumber, and she decided to silence North with her fur.

"You know how long I've known Mikhail? I think I was twelve when I was under his command." Adam starts, "Brutal first battle to be sent into. Lost my leg in the process, and you know who saved me? Mikhail. He could've let me bleed out. But he saved me. He took me in, made me his servant. I've seen him at the height of battle, the way he stumbles over his words when in a ballroom. The small smiles and laughs when we're alone. I've seen the way his siblings treat him. The gentle eyes when he cares about you- I see him, North. You merely feel him up whenever he gets desperate."

North fights his way out from underneath Aimee, "Are you done monologuing? Aimee get up, you're heavy-"

Adam laughs at the sight, "By the Gods, I hope you die."

[firawren]

Kiss fic snippets 💋

In honor of Valentine's Day, here's all the kiss fic snippets I've written so far for the kiss ask game:

💋 Anne/Wentworth romantic kiss

😘 Elinor & Brandon platonic kiss

💋 Elizabeth/Darcy romantic kiss

🔥 Wentworth/Brandon sexy kiss

🔥 Marianne/Brandon sexy kiss

💋 Belle/Beast romantic kiss

😘 Elizabeth & Lydia platonic kiss

💋 Marianne/Brandon romantic kiss

😢 Elizabeth/Darcy sad kiss

💋 Catherine/Henry romantic kiss + vampire kiss

💋 Anna/Kristoff romantic kiss

😘 Sophia Croft & nephew OC platonic kiss

🔥 Catherine/Henry sexy kiss

If you sent me an ask that I haven't posted yet, never fear, I'm working on your snippet and will post it soon!

Here's the list of kiss prompts if you want to send me a number + ship to write or use it on your own blog.

[loveandleases]

(Happy Valentine's Day~ I hope everyone has a good day be that alone or with someone. Thought I would do a nice little snippet of one of the Valentine's Day of MC's past. It's a bit long but either way hope you enjoy.) Shifting around in your desk chair, you reach a hand out to graze along the soft petals of roses sitting on your desk. It had been the third set of flowers that came for you today. The first were in your chair when you arrived this morning, the second set waiting for you in your locker in the break room. The third set, the ones you’re currently admiring, were waiting for you when you got out of your meeting.

You had to admit, they were quite beautiful. Each dozen a different color than the one prior. The first a soft yellow, with a card wishing you a good morning. The second a nice orange, another card with well wishes for the day. This set, a nice lavender shade, though the card had yet to arrive.

A soft smile on your face, that is until you feel hands cover your eyes. Your body stiffens, wondering if it’s the sender of what is getting to be your little flower garden. Then slowly your senses begin to adjust allowing you to pick up a familiar scent. A scent you’ve grown familiar with. Warm vanilla. Making it easy for you to put a face to the voice that then whispers into your ear.

 “If it isn’t the second most popular person in the office.”

 Reaching up you grab her soft delicate hands and move them down, finally opening your eyes. “Were you that bored without me here, Kara?” 

 She scoffs, before looking down into your eyes. Furrowing her brows, an expression that doesn’t suit her delicate features at all. You watch as her gaze drifts , realizing then that you’re still holding her hands.

Pursing her lips Kara yanks them away, almost as if the simple contact burnt her. Her cheeks slightly redder than they were before. Must be the heat, at least that’s what you thought.

“I was getting tired of picking up all the slack. Do you know how many nights I had to stay late? I thought you were supposed to be back last Friday?” 

 It’s hard not to grin at her, as she folds her arm and gives you a very forced pout. Kara was never one to stay late at the office, unless you were involved.

“Sorry, flight got delayed. By that point Keegan just gave me the rest of the weekend off. Has it been busy?”

 “No more than usual, that’s not the point. I’m going to visit my parents this week. I was hoping I would see your before I leave. I can’t leave in good conscience without knowing the second best office worker is here.” 

 She starts to fiddle with her bracelet, her fingers grazing along the little rose charm. 

 “Those are some really big words Ms. Clarke. Some would say you’re vying for my spot.”

She shakes her head, looking around the office with its fluorescent lighting and stark white walls. Then to the flowers that adorn your desk. The most colorful thing in such a dull space, well aside from you. “I hope you like them.”

 Your gaze follows hers, and nod without a second thought. “How could I not? Beautiful aren’t they?” 

 You don’t hear the sigh she lets out, or see the smile she sends your way, as you grab a stack of papers to take into the copying room. Kara follows suit, mentioning the recent visitors to the office, the amount of filing she had to do all by her lonesome. Some would say Kara could be dramatic, especially in her retelling of stories. Though you had to admit that was something you always enjoyed about her.

 “So, did anything happen?”

 “When?” You begin pressing along the screen of the copying machine, content when it actually works. Whirring as it begins to cycle through the papers, and print them out.

“On your vacation.” Kara flips through the extra sheets of paper on the counter top. Little did you know, the only thing she was paying attention to was you. Not the corrections on the files, the whirring of the machine or the warmth of the room.

The only thing she was focused on was the way your eyes crinkle as you smile at her. The way your fingers tap along the screen of the machine, ensuring it prints just enough. The levels of the ink to your liking. The way you rubbed the side of your neck, still trying to fight the stiffness from sitting at your desk for so long.

Shaking your head, leaning a hip against the counter as the papers continue to print, you look at her. Unsure of what shes thinking when she looks at you.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, why?”

She swallows, licking her full lips before grinning at you. “I thought Chris would have asked…”

 Her voice cracks, she then begins to cough. To cover what she almost let slip.

“Ask wha-”

 “If you wanted to have lunch before I go back home over the weekend. It’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. I guess you two were just too busy.” She winks at you grabbing the copies before you could manage. Nice save Kara. 

“Come on, if we were busy doing...that, why would I tell you?”

 Kara rolls her eyes, walking backwards out of the office.

 “Kara wai-”

 “Ouch!”

 You can’t help but stifle a laugh, as Kara turns to see who she ran into. Ignoring the papers that had fallen out of her hands and now litter the floor. “Chris?” 

 “Hey sis. Really need to watch where you’re going. What if I got hurt? What would you do without me around to save you?” 

 Kara was about to retort, when she noticed a bouquet of white roses in Chris’s hands. “Where did you-”

 “Wait, more flowers? Chris you shouldn’t have. I told you I wasn’t mad about you not coming on the vacation with me.”

Chris side steps Kara and leans in to kiss your cheek.

Kara glances to Chris, then to you holding the flowers so dearly, admiring the beauty of the soft white petals. She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the door frame. “Mom would be proud.” Kara simply says, though part of her realizes it’s said with some contempt. The reason behind that can be thought of on another day.

 “Let me go put these in water and we can go for lunch.”

 Chris walks towards Kara, leaning against the wall watching MC as they walk happily to place the flowers with the other three bouquets.

“Really beautiful flowers. I honestly had no idea it was even Valentines Day I was just coming to ask them for lunch.” They smile to themselves, pleased with their good luck. Not only did they forget it was Valentine’s Day but in MC’s eyes Chris was more thoughtful than ever. The bouquets were not only a sign of a happy day, but also of an apology for not going on the vacation for the weekend. Yeah no dog house for them. 

 “How did you get them?” Kara asks, her eyes scanning Chris.

“Ran into Isaac outside. Said they had a delivery, I asked who for. Imagine my surprise when they said MC. Bet I can guess who they’re from.” Chris turns to Kara, a smug expression on their face. They don’t bother to hide their disgust when the name falls from their lips. Cam. “Cameron.” Chris clicked their tongue.

She doesn’t bother to correct Chris. Even if she did try Chris wouldn’t believe her. They always seem to think the worst of Cam. Regardless of what anyone else says. Chris had always been jealous of their relationship. So much so that it seemed they never considered that someone else may feel something for MC.

She doesn't bother to hide the look on her face when she sees Chris lead MC out of the office, or the feeling inside her gut. One she isn’t quite familiar with, one she isn’t willing to admit.

 Kara takes the card out of her pocket and throws it into the bin. The handwritten words to be forgotten, not to see the light of day. Not to sit along the other handwritten cards she so painstakingly filled out earlier in the day. Along with the flowers she had chosen. 

A card that simply reads, Happy Valentines Day. With Love, Kara.

[theeccentricraven]

OC Kiss/Friday Kiss/Valentine's Day Edition ❤️🩷💕😘💋💘🥰

It's been so long! I've been tagged in so many wonderful tag games, I'm sorry I haven't been able to reply to them. Hopefully this weekend I can reply to some tag games. Since it's Single Awareness Day Valentines Day, I couldn't pass the chance to post a kissing snippet. Thank you @gioia-writes-and-others for the tag!

From The Blood Cleaners

Justin wrapped his arms around her. “You are your own person. You don’t have to live the life that your parents want you to live. Just go and be what you want to be now.�� Clarice buried her face in Justin's shoulder. “I wouldn’t know that’s true if it weren’t for you.” Justin couldn’t have felt more like a fraud. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I need to go back to work.” “Ok,” Clarice said with disappointment. “I was hoping we could make out because you know, closet.” She grinned. Maybe it was because Justin needed any trace of warmth, hint of passion, and love flowing in his veins. He touched her waist and smooched her lips. She wrapped her arms around him.

Late in the day, but tagging nonetheless: @agirlandherquill @kaylinalexanderbooks @buffythevampirelover @orphanheirs

@sunflowerrosy @primroseprime2019 @tildeathiwillwrite @winterandwords @kitkins13

@kitty-is-writing @jay-avian @inkednotebook @happypup-kitcat24 @drchenquill

@acmartin @rickie-the-storyteller @raevenlywrites @brynwrites

and OPEN 😍💝🌹💌

[ontherocks21]

Can't have this day go by without a little Anidala love, so here's a little snippet to celebrate my fave ship of all time!

Nothing explicit mind you, but also adding a forewarning of just a little spice to be found under the cut. 😏 Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️

The day after our wedding was a steady waterfall of warm summer rain.

Anakin and I didn't care.

Truth be told, I'm not sure we would have even noticed had Naboo blessed us with another temperate day. Our itinerary likely would have remained the same.

In the twenty-six hours immediately following our sunset ceremony, we were completely and totally absorbed in each other. Part of me thinks we were trying to even the playing field after having navigated so much of our fledgling relationship dealing with emotional walls, mental anguish, and societal constraints. For one standard day, we let our bodies figure out how to catch up.

Now I know what you're thinking. How can two newlyweds experiencing the thrill of physical intimacy for the first time possibly know what they were doing?

For most beings, at least of the human species, the first time is usually woefully subpar at best, and cringingly awful at worst. At least, my sister would agree with you on this point. After her incessantly haranguing me for the details, I told Sola that Anakin and I only left our bedroom for actual sustenance and to retrieve new sheets - one of our spontaneous excursions to the veranda ended up soaking the bedding with rain water and sweat. Eyeing me dubiously, she laughed with amused pity.

"Oh Mé-Mé" she said, smiling and thinking my perspective still naive and bordering on exaggeration. "No one is that good the first time"

Smirking right back at her, I had simply shrugged, my eyes shining with their own brand of knowing.

As I told you before, Anakin was a very quick learner when the task before him aligned with his own desires. Believe me, physicality is something he excels at.

Later, he would confess to using the Force. Not to unfairly influence my experience or perception of our "aggressive negotiations", but more as a guide.

It whispered to him the secrets of my body like a road map, telling him when to press his advantage, where to send a fleeting touch or kiss, how to stoke the flames of my desire until I was burning for him, aching for him. It told him what angles worked to dissolve me into a puddle of nothing. It told him exactly where to be when, something I myself in those early days didn't even understand I wanted, let alone know how on Naboo to communicate those wishes to him.

But once he learned those sacred routes, he never forgot them.

Anakin showed me the stars, and I became a Skywalker in more ways than one.