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scorpioriesling · 2 months ago

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Valentine's Day

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Pairing(s): Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Eris, Tamlin, Xaden, Liam, Bodhi, Ridoc, Brennan x reader

Warning(s): none, this is fluff

Summary: Little snippets and snapshots of your Valentine's Day dates with each of the boys! ACOTAR + Fourth Wing boys included.

SR’s Note: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL MY LOVELIES <3 This was so cutesy... I just love Valentine's Day so much. Surprise, enjoy, and I love you all. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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✿༺ 𝑅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 ༻✿

"Rhys -- oh wow..." You find yourself at a loss for words as you look around, taking in the lavish restaurant around you.

"Only the best for you, my shining star." He places a kiss on top of your head, chuckling as you continue to look around, mouth agape. Your wonder only grows as he takes your hand in his, leading you to the private dining table near the windowed-walls.

He pulls out one chair, guiding you to sit and then he takes his own seat. Gazing out the window, you blush as though you were on a first date. Rhysand always had that effect on you.

"Do you like it?" He asks politely, reaching across the table and taking your hand lightly in his again. Turning to him, you slowly shake your head.

"Rhys... I, truly don't know what to say." He grins.

"This... this is perfect, Rhys."

His gaze drifts to your entwined hands.

"Only the best for my perfect girl."

The blush on your cheeks is almost as deep as the wine the waiter brings to your table, the taste bringing a delightfully fuzzy feeling to your head.

After eating and some delightful conversation (as always), the waiter leaves to retrieve your desserts. Your shoulders flinch in shock as colors of all kinds begin bursting across the sky.

"Oh, my!" You stare out the window in wonder. Rhysand watches you, his gaze filled with all of the love swelling in his heart.

After a few moments, you feel his hand beneath your chair, scooting you towards him. Chuckling, you inch closer until you're shoulder to shoulder.

Your gaze drifts once more from the outdoor phenomenon to Rhys, his longing stare enough to make your stomach flip.

"I love you, Y/N," he says, leaning close. "More than anything."

You giggle, closing the distance and pressing a kiss to his lips. His hand slides to your lower back, holding you close even when you break the kiss.

"Be my valentine?"

You let out a short laugh at his proposition.

"How could I ever say no?"

✿༺ 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃 ༻✿

"Whewww, pretty lady -- let me buy you a drink!" Cassian hoots, and you smack his shoulder.

"If you were anyone else, I would say no." You smile, squealing as your man grabs your hips and pulls you close.

"If I were anyone else, I'd hope you'd say more than just 'no'," His breath tickles your ear, making you chuckle against his chest. He motions to the bartender, asking for another drink for the two of you.

You smile up at him, and he returns it with a bright one of his own.

"What'd you order for us this time?"

He reaches behind you, grabbing both glasses in one of his large palms. The cranberry-pink liquid glimmered in the cup, catching the light bouncing off the disco ball overhead.

"Tonight's special," he says, extending one to you before taking a huge gulp of his own. "The Lovebug."

You smile, tasting your own beverage. You watch Cassian drain his drink, and you sip slowly to try to catch up.

"Woah, woah, not so fast," he chuckles as you cough, the alcohol burning as it went down. Shaking your head, you chug the rest of it and set both glasses on the bar behind you.

Leaning into him, you grip his biceps as you gaze up at him.

"I want to dance!"

He smiles softly, his hands finding the curve of your waist and pulling you toward the dancefloor. "Then let's dance."

After a few songs, you were over-the-moon to hear one of your favorite slow Taylor Swift songs playing; a stark contrast to the Charli XCX and Chappell Roan bumping all evening.

"Cassie!" You squeal, the opening of Lover playing as the dance floor slowed down.

"Alright alright alright, Rita's! A request from one of our regulars, so you know we had to play it -- grab your valentine and just vibe with us for a minute!" The DJ annouces, and Cassian subtly pulls you into a slow dance.

Your mind swirls, the excitement of hearing your favorite artist at the bar you frequented so often, and on Valentine's Day -- you couldn't be more overjoyed.

The alcohol swims throughout your veins, feeling grateful for Cassian's support as the two of you sway. Gazing up at him, he watches you in adoration.

"Did you request this?" The smile creeps onto your face, realizing your boyfriend who'd whethered hours of this same singer's discography had done this, just for you.

He nods, leaning in to kiss your lips slowly, softly. When he pulls back, you both chuckle.

"I'd do anything in the world for you, my valentine."

✿༺ 𝒜𝓏𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁 ༻✿

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Your boyfriend's honey-smooth voice asks, so contrasting to the icy bite of the winter air.

"Yes -- I promise, Az." He sighs, glancing over your outfit one last time.

"You're sure you don't want to change into something warmer before we go?"

He'd asked this question about a gagillion times now -- the outfit you'd worn out tonight was not enough to keep you warm in the sky.

"I'm sure Az -- besides, you're warm, right? I'll just hold close to you." You shrugged as though this was nothing, but Azriel only sighed and shook his head.

"Only if you're sure." He decides, knowing he'll never sway your stubborn mind. He stands straight, taking your hand in his.

"Ready?"

You roll your eyes.

"Azriel, yes, I've been ready-"

Your voice breaks off in a yelp as his hands wrap around you, holding onto you tightly as your feet leave the ground. Your yelp turns into a full-on shout as Velaris grows smaller and smaller below you, the icy chill of the air only dropping in temperature. You claw at Azriel's chest, your hands wrapping securely around his neck as you cling to him for dear life.

"Want me to bring us back down?" He says, the muscles in his back flexing as his wings work to keep the two of you airborne.

"No!" You say immediately, the adrenaline coursing through you. This was what you'd asked for, so many times when he'd asked what you wanted for Valentine's Day. Over, and over and over.

Fly with me.

The quiet becomes comfortable as you adjust, moving to look at the glittering lights of your favorite city below. Azriel's hands cradle you to him, holding tight as his wings soar the two of you among the clouds.

"Enjoying this?" He asks worriedly. You tear your gaze from the ground below, looking up at his face.

"Every minute of it." You assure him, and a small smile graces his mouth. You crane your neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his warm lips, which he eagerly returns.

"This Valentine's day is perfect, Azriel."

✿༺ 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃 ༻✿

"Lucien -- where are we going?"

You tried to surpress a giggle as you cautiously stepped along, Lucien's warm palms covering your eyes as he guided you. He chuckled softly, the sound never getting old.

"You'll see soon, my love."

After a few more minutes guiding you along, he stopped. The sounds of crickets filled the air, the soft hum of fireflies bringing you only more confusion.

"We're here," he says softly, removing his hands and you open your eyes at once. You'd expected squinting, the light blinding from the darkness you'd been in -- but, you didn't have to squint at all. He'd brought you to a field, one you recognized from the first time you'd met. The night sky stretched overhead, the only light from the stars above and a few candles lit on a blanket before you.

"Lucien..." your voice wavered, a fresh wave of emotions rolling through you. This was so thoughtful, so kind of him -- and he'd pre-planned and set up all of it.

"Please, sit with me." He gestures to the blanket and you sit, taking in the aroma of fresh baked bread and the cherry wine as he popped the top.

"Lucien this... this is wonderful," you try again. He only smiles softly, focused on filling your glass and then his. When he finally meets your eye, he holds up his glass.

"To my wonderful valentine," he toasts, and you can't help but blush. "This year, and many more."

You clink your glass with his. "To many more." You repeat, smiling and taking a sip from the goblet. He goes to slice the bread, offerring you some as he leans back on his hands to look above.

"How long had you been planning this?" You ask between chews. He sighs, his eyes taking in the vast night sky.

"Mmmm," he thinks. "Honestly, since I first met you here -- you were so headstrong, putting me in my place and telling me the Night Court has the best midnight views. I knew I'd need to see for myself why you believed your home court was better than any other."

He offers you a soft grin. "I'm glad I listened and stayed to find out."

Your heart swells as you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Had I not, I wouldn't have gotten to know you."

You look up at him, all of the butterflies escaping the cage in your stomach as though it were the first day you'd laid eyes on him. It didn't matter, it wouldn't; no amount of time would ever change the feeling that Lucien brought you.

You craned your neck as his lips captured yours, the sweet bitterness of the wine lingering between the two of you. His strong hands found your waist, moving you between his legs before he broke the kiss to lie back. You followed suit, your head resting on his chest.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to be here, with you." He says, and you press a soft kiss to his neck as his hands gently stroke your hair.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to be yours, Lu."

✿༺ 𝐸𝓇𝒾𝓈 ༻✿

It had been a particularly hard year for you last year -- experiencing a death in the family, the war that left your court in shambles, then taking the position as High Lady during the previous High Lord's fall; it was a lot for one woman to handle.

Truly, the only good thing that happened last year was Eris.

He'd finally married you, a wedding that took a few very long, strenuous years to plan -- and then, after his father's passing, crowned you his equal, the High Lady of the Autumn Court.

Amid the chaos, the sadness, and defeat -- your husband was one that could read you like a book.

It was Valentine's Day, of course -- a particularly hard day, as in years past, the royal family would host a ball for the higher society court dwellers to attend.

Eris could see that you were uncomfortable. Hell, who wouldn't be -- being the talk of the town, he didn't like the whisperings about you as much as you did. Half the court appreciated a woman in power; but the other half, much like his father, did not.

And they didn't care to hide their disgusting opinions, either.

"I just... didn't realize how much we'd be in the public eye."

You'd told him that one evening, on a particularly hard day. He was afraid you would step down, leave him to try and wrangle this court on his own; but the truth was, he needed you. Wanted you. Would give anything for your help, opinions, and insight.

Tonight, he planned to show you just that -- to him, you'd always come first.

"I," he coughs, the winter wind catching in his throat. "I did, make plans for us. This evening."

He watched you turn to face him, your cheeks pink behind the hood of your cloak wrapped tightly around you. "Oh?"

A subtle grin flashed across his face. His large hand found yours, his fingers threading through your own as you made your way to the front door of your private quarters. Upon entering, he helped you out of your outerwear, even slipping your shoes off himself.

"Someone must want a reward," you tease. "All this kindness out of nowhere, hm?"

He chuckles, taking your hand and leading you to the dining room. Only alight by the candles on the table and crackling heart, your gasp bounces off the wall as the firelight follows.

"Eris-"

"Y/N, I need you to know you are my number one priority," he proclaims, his hand holding yours and the other sliding to the small of your back. You barely take in the dinner before you before looking up at him, tears welling in your eyes.

"You mean the most to me -- more than court matters, more than some fancy ball, even more than my own needs." A tear slips free, and hes quick to catch it with his thumb.

"I love you more than life itself; would you do me the honor of being my valentine this evening?"

You chuckle, more tears slipping down your cheeks. You grab him by the shoulders, pulling him to you and immediately pressing his lips to your own.

In a quiet whisper, only heard over the fire's crackling, you give your simple answer.

"Yes."

✿༺ 𝒯𝒶𝓂𝓁𝒾𝓃 ༻✿

You glanced at the note again, laying delicately on your nightstand.

"Be ready by 7... wear your favorite dress. I love you, T."

The handwriting was scrawled across the paper -- but, you knew it was his. Being married to the High Lord of the Spring Court -- well, let's just say you'd watch him write things out quite a few times.

You'd struggled to choose your favorite gown, as they were all so uniquely beautiful; but, you'd settled on the simple evergreen one. Tamlin always said it looked beautiful with your eyes, and your hair had grown long enough to drape over your shoulders, the neckline framed perfectly.

Just before seven, you heard the front door of the estate open and close. After a few quiet moments, the soft knock sounded at your door.

"Come in," you said, and you swear your husband's eyes oculd've fallen out of his head they grew so wide.

"Oh my, Y/N -- you're a vision, my dear." His words sent a blush across your cheeks as he approached, leaning in to press a small kiss to the side of your neck.

"You'll be sure to outshine everyone else this evening."

You turned, facing him. "Where are we off too?"

He grinned, his usually hidden smile always making an appearance in your presence.

"That you'll just have to wait and see."

You didn't have to wait long -- the two of you arrived at the symphony hall not to long after, the building filtering guests in and out.

Your heart lept in your chest.

"Oh, Tamlin!" You leaned in, kissing his cheek as he slid a guiding hand around the small of your back. "This is so romantic!"

"I am so glad you think so, my love."

You squealed in delight, your heart racing even more as he dropped to one knee, presenting a rose to you as you gazed down at him.

"Would you be my valentine?"

You laughed, bending at the waist to press your lips to his. Finding his hand, you helped him up, and he tucked the vibrant flower behind your ear. How thoughtful -- he even trimmed all of the thorns off beforehand.

"Who knew you could be such a romantic?" You teased, breathing in his scent as he pulled you close once more. You'd gotten all the way to your seats before leaning in, speaking so soft that only he could hear.

"I'll always be your valentine, T."

✿༺ 𝒳𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓃 ༻✿

You were no stranger to being spoiled by your man -- and today of all days, was no exception.

Xaden always went all out for you; expensive clothes, nice restaurants, and his taste in outings for the two of you was, well... expensive.

It didn't come as a surprise this morning when you woke up early, your boyfriend already gearing up for what you presumed would be a fun, long day of luxury.

He first took you to the art museum, insisting you wear something lovely as there was, of course, more to follow. You'd walked hand in hand among the exhibits, admiring each one for what they were. When you got to an ancient painting of Basgiath's dragons, you paused in wonder.

"Oh wow..." you breathed. Xaden raised an eyebrow.

"This one is beautiful."

His rough hand took your delicate one, turning you to face him. He pulled you close, his hands sliding to cup your face as he looked directly into your eyes.

"You are the most beautiful work of art here, Y/N."

That earned him one of the smiles he loved so much, just before pressing up onto your toes to kiss his lips. He grinned into it, sending your heart soaring as his usually tough demeanor slipped.

His cold exterior slipped even more when you arrived at your second destination of the evening -- one you'd been wishing to visit for years.

"Xaden -- did you bring me to the ballet?" Your voice cracked. His beautifully rare smile appeared again as he nodded silently. You gasped, your shoulders shaking as you tried to surpress the overflowing joy in your heart.

"Shhh, shh sweetheart," He coos, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. You'd only so much as stepped inside the ornate building, the feeling of finally getting to see a show and with the love of your life only feeding the specialness of the moment.

"Xaden, you're truly the best," you whispered, pressing a little kiss to his jawline as he continued to run his hands soothingly along your back.

"You deserve the best, my valentine."

✿༺ 𝐿𝒾𝒶𝓂 ༻✿

"Liam... you really didn't have to do this."

Your charming boyfriend flashed his award-winning smile, one that warmed you from inside out. You'd only been dating a few months, and in that time you could tell that he tried to do everything perfect. Taking you flying on his dragon, planning special nights for the two of you, going to fancy restaurants; tonight was no different.

"I want to -- and, it is Valentine's Day, after all."

You grinned, a rosy blush painting your cheeks pink in the pale moonlight. You'd continued walking, hand-in-hand away from the restaurant. Liam didn't stop when you'd reached the scribe quadrant; instead, he kept walking toward the courtyard.

"Where are we..." you trailed off, your jaw dropping as you made your way onto the grassy lawn. There, dozens of Basgiath students were, lanterns ablaze as they lit and released them into the sky. Liam turned to you, chuckling as he took in your expression.

"I hope this is alright," he admits bashfully. "I wanted to do something a little more than just dinner, so-"

His sentence was cut off as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed, his hands finding your waist as he hugged you back.

"Liam, this is perfect," you said, your voice muffled against his jacket. Pulling back, you look him in the eyes. "You really didn't need to do all this."

He grins, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"I wanted to."

As you found an open spot on the field, you both sat, lanterns and markers in hand.

"So, the key is that you draw on these before we light them... I think." He explains. Glancing around, you realize most of the students in attendance donned all black. Suddenly, you felt a bit self-conscious in your tan attire.

"Have you... done this, before?" You asked. Liam looked down, focusing on his lantern as he scribbled furiously on it.

"Oh, me? Nah. I've never been to this before." He shrugs, pausing and looking to you. "Truthfully, I've... never really had a reason to come. Haven't had anyone to bring with me."

Now it's his turn to blush, and your heart skips a beat. The first girl he has brought to a rider's quadrant tradition... if you didn't feel special before, you do now.

You focus again on your lantern, trying to decide what to draw. Your heart screams to write what you feel; but then again, you wonder if it's too much.

In the end, you write it anyway.

"Okay, are you ready?" Liam helps you to your feet, concealing his lantern design as he readies the flame. You nod, doing the same.

"I'll go first." He lights his lantern, only turning it to you when it's ready to be released. You giggle as you read his wording enscribed across it: Will You Be My Valentine?

You light yours, turning it to face your boyfriend as adrenaline rushes through you.

I Love You, Liam.

His eyes widen, watching as both lanterns float upward in a tango of their own. When his eyes fixate on you again, you bite your lip anxiously.

He's to you in one long stride, his lips devouring yours with intent as your heart rate slows. His hands hold your face, keeping you as close to him as possible. When he finally does release you, his eyes are filled with pure admiration as he gazes upon you.

"I love you too, Y/N... so much." He kisses you again, and you can't help but chuckle as all of the weariness slowly fades from your mind.

He's the next to say anything, laughing as he looks to your lanterns once more. "So, I take that as a yes, then?"

✿༺ 𝐵𝑜𝒹𝒽𝒾 ༻✿

Your hands shook as you braced yourself against the side of the rink, the gloves you wore doing little to keep the cold air at bay.

Or, perhaps, you were nervous.

You'd never admit that.

"Have you never skated before?"

Your best friend's voice, filled with the calming quiet you loved, sounded behind you. Turning, you watched as he skated up behind you with ease.

Shaking your head in silence, you raised an eyebrow.

"You have?"

Bodhi flashed a cheeky grin, pushing off of the wall and skating a perfect circle before you. You scowled in frustration -- of course he would be good at this. He was good at practically everything.

Slowing to a stop before you, he stretched out a hand. You took it, trying to hide the trembling as his warm hand grasped yours.

"Do you trust me?"

You smiled softly. Do you trust me? Pfft. He asked you the same thing the first time he took you for a ride on his dragon. Ice skating should be rather simple.

"Bodhi, I think we're far past-" You squealed, your free arm flailing as he pulled you from the wall. Chuckling, he pulled you beside him.

"I'm -- Bodhi, I'm not very, uh," you stuttered, bending back and forth at the waist as you tried to regain your balance. A strand of hair blew into your face, and your best friend reached out to brush it from your cheek.

"Just hold onto me, yeah?" He said, his dimples popping as he noticed the blush on your cheeks. In an instant, he was off, sweeping you in effortless circles around the nearly-empty rink.

After a few hours and finally getting the hang of skating, you both decided your feet hurt a bit much to keep going.

You'd taken a seat on the bench outside the arena, picking and struggling with the laces on your skates as Bodhi slid his off with ease.

"Here; allow me." He bent down, kneeling before you as he untied and wiggled off your shoes. Cue the heat rushing to your face for the 1000th time tonight.

It wasn't until you were walking out and he slid his hand into yours that you really felt flushed.

In the dark of the night, the two of you walked back to campus, his hand in yours as though it wasn't the biggest deal in the world. You'd been friends for years at this point, but... things had changed. Bodhi got cuter. More interesting.

And, thus, he grew more interested in you, too.

"I uh, I wanted to talk to you about something. Before you go in." He fumbles, standing with you outside the front door of your dorm. You looked up at him in wonder, reveling in the way the light bounced off the planes of his face.

"Anything," you assured. "You can always talk to me, Bodhi."

His other hand ran through his hair, and you could tell he felt flustered.

"Well, I uh... tonight, you know." He shrugged. You raised your eyebrows, urging him to continue.

"I just... it's Valentine's Day." He coughs, and you chuckle.

"Yes...?"

"And," he continues. "And, I uh, well. Honestly, I've been waiting to ask you out for, Gods, I mean... what, 3 years now?" He chuckles, his faint freckles illuminated by the blush staining his cheeks. It isn't until he looks down at you, right into your eyes that you think you may be dreaming.

"I... uh. I like you, Y/N. Like, a lot." He huffs a laugh. Your eyes widen, taking in his admission. His lip gets caught between his teeth, his eyes searching yours for any kind of response.

"Oh... wow, Bodhi. I mean," you giggle, your arms slowly winding around his neck. "I... guess I thought I'd never get to hear you say that."

He grins, leaning in slowly until his lips finally grace yours. You kiss him back, softly at first. He backs you up, pressing you into the door as he continues to kiss you -- all three of those years, filled with longing looks and light touches finally finding resolve.

"Does this mean I can finally be your valentine?" You giggle, and he pulls back to kiss you on the forehead.

"You were always my valentine, Y/N."

✿༺ 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑜𝒸 ༻✿

"Baaaabbbbbe!" Ridoc called, his voice penetrating through the bathroom door. You opened it, peeking out to find him sprawled on your bed.

"Whaaaaat?" You answered, and his head raised up off your pillow. His eyes widened as he sat up straighter. You pushed the door all the way open, one brow raised as he slowly got up off the bed.

"Oh... oh wow," his hand clutched his chest, and you giggled.

"Oh... oh wowie wow wow, Y/N," he stepped closer to you, and you couldn't help but blush.

"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" He says, dramatically falling against the bathroom doorway. You burst out laughing, smacking his shoulder with one of your hoodie sleeves.

"Come on -- you've seen me in a hoodie a million times." You roll your eyes, turning to the mirror to inspect your hair one last time. You catch his stare through the mirror, his eyes cast downward.

"Are those leggings... new?" He asked. You turned swiftly, tilting his chin to look you directly in the eyes.

"My eyes are up here, mister." He winks at you, and you turn back around. "And no, I've worn these before."

After a few beats of silence and a few (not so subtle) glances at your butt, Bodhi clears his throat.

"We really should head out," he says. You chew the inside of your cheek, looking at your outfit one last time.

"You're sure this is appropriate enough?" This year, your boyfriend got the two of you seats at a comedy show. After dating for a while, you both realized rather quickly that you preferred a more lowkey, no-frills Valentine's Day.

"Yessss," he sighs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans his head on your shoulder. "You look perfect -- are you readyyyy?" He whines.

You giggle, your hands hugging his arms closer to you. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, letting go of you as you nod. He turns to walk out, his hand open-palm smacking your buttcheek before he does.

"Ridoc! I swear-" You charge out of the bathroom, his hands up in surrender as he laughs.

"Aww c'mon! You wouldn't really come after your valentine, would ya?"

✿༺ 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒶𝓃 ༻✿

"We could always watch Die Hard," your husband suggests. You roll your eyes, pulling the steaming bag of popcorn from the microwave.

"Or The Matrix... ooh, or what about Terminator?" He suggests giddily from the couch. You walk over, instant excitement over the amount of blankets he'd piled up for the two of you.

"Bren, I don't like any of those movies." He sighs, and you press the remote to turn on Netflix. "Oh, what about Valentine's Day?"

He raises an eyebrow, reaching for a handful of popcorn. "What about it?"

You level a stare at him. "No, like, the movie. Valentine's Day."

He chuckles, chewing on another handful. "Yeah, I definitely like that one."

You giggle, scrolling through the list of movies on the platform. Brennan continues to munch, not agreeing with any of the fantastic options you're suggesting.

"Mean Girls?" Nope.

"Tangled?" Also no.

"How To Loose A Guy in 10 Days?"

That one got him.

After a while of snuggling, inhaling the prepared snacks, and watching in silence -- Brennan clears his throat.

"You're sure this is the kind of Valentine's Day you wanted this year?"

You tilt your head, looking him in the eyes as he watches you with worry. You lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips before smiling up at him.

"Absolutely," you reassure. He smiles, his arm around your shoulders pulling you in closer to his chest. "This is a perfect night, Brennan. Thank you for this."

He kisses the top of your head softly, his fingers lightly tracing along the skin of your arm.

"No sweetheart, thank you for being mine. My valentine forever."

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