#the valentines

[shardikart-blog]

joy can be born from sorrow

[rhapsodynew]

#A humor page

1977.

Hamburg.

By Jurgen Gebhardt

A very rare name for a girl is "Open up and say "Aah"!" 😁

[zolubaby]

My favourite Valentines.. Nick Valentine & Jill Valentine. one is a special agent and one is a detective. they're also my fav video game characters. they're mf perfect 😍❤️‍🔥

just imagine them both working w each other solving crime cases and defeating terrorisms. we need Capcom x Bethesda crossover

[aparticularbandit]

Foul Traditions

Summary: Eve has trouble cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and Claire finds a way to help out.

Part of The Valentines Collection.

Rating: G.

AO3

This stupid fucking bird!

Claire takes in a sharp, cold breath as she hears her wife’s foul language coming from inside the house.  She wipes the sweat from her brow and sets her axe down on the stump in front of her; she still has more than a few logs to chop for the fire, but she can do that later.  Right now, her wife is upset.  Eve isn’t often upset.  She certainly isn’t often upset enough to use that sort of language so loudly that she can be heard outside.  Which means something is very, very wrong.

Eve? Claire asks as she shoves open the sliding glass door onto their patio.  What’s going on?

The house smells.

Normally, on Thanksgiving, the house smells good.  All the different scents of all the food that Eve’s cooking – from pumpkin pie to cheesy potatoes to rolls to the turkey – it always, always smells good.

It doesn’t smell good right now.

It smells—

Is something burning?

No!  Eve pokes her head out of the kitchen.  Nothing’s burning!  She storms out of view, and there’s the sound of clattering and slamming and metal.  But this stupid bird won’t—

Claire hears Eve sniffling before she makes it into the kitchen, but as soon as she does, Eve hides her face.

Don’t look at me!

Claire ignores her and draws Eve against her chest.  It’s okay if something’s wrong with the turkey.  We can just—

It’s our first Thanksgiving as a family! Eve exclaims, pounding one fist against Claire’s chest.  It has to be perfect!  I followed the recipe just like last time, and it was so good last time, and they’re going to be so mad at me if it’s not—

Eve, Eve.  Claire runs her fingers through her wife’s hair.  It’ll be okay.  We’ll just—

Something explodes in one of the pots.

….

Explodes might be a bit of an exaggeration, but from where Claire is standing, it’s loud enough to sound like an explosion.  She sits all at once, dragging Eve down to the ground with her, but this just makes Eve cry harder.

See?  You’re scared.

It was a really loud sound, Eve.  I have every right to be—

Brendan runs into the kitchen all at once, his feet tiny and grubby, his eyes wide. Big bang.  I heard a big bang!

Eve cries harder.

Claire puts her hands on Eve’s shoulders and looks her in the eyes.  Take Brendan.  Go for a walk.  When you come back, I’ll have everything taken care of, okay?

Eve shakes her head.  You can’t cook.  Not for Thanksgiving.  Not last minute—

Do you trust me?

It takes a few seconds.  Eve takes a breath in.  Then she nods once, pushes herself off the floor, and takes one of Brendan’s tiny hands in her own.  You and Mama are going for a ride.  How does that sound?

Once Eve is out of the kitchen, Claire looks around, pushing a hand through her hair.  Eve’s right.  She’s not a cook.  Not on this scale, anyway.  How is she going to fix this?

…she has an idea.

~

Forty Minutes Later.

Claire hears Brendan before she sees either of them, hears his tiny voice saying, It smells good! before he runs into the dining room.  She turns to him and scoops him up in her arms then waits to see Eve’s reaction.

Eve walks into the room, and her eyes widen.  You got Chinese take-out.

And I made it look fancy.  Claire kisses Brendan’s forehead then sets him back down.  Then she meets Eve’s eyes.  Will it suffice?

Eve opens her mouth to answer only for a knock to come at the door.  She glances over her shoulder and cringes.  Evanora—

—will never say this, but she actually hates turkey, Claire whispers, kissing Eve’s cheek.  She would have been impressed with you for making one, of course, but she’ll like this better.  She smiles.  So will Agatha.

It takes a second for Eve to process, but then she laughs.  She curls against Claire’s chest again and then leans up just enough to kiss her.  If you just wanted Chinese food every year, why didn’t you tell me?

I didn’t want to ruin your traditions.

Ah.  Eve leans up on her toes and kisses Claire’s nose.  We’re a family.  We can make new traditions.

Claire nods.  As long as burning the turkey isn’t one of them.

Eve slaps her arm.  The doorbell rings again.  Then she grins.  Only when your family shows up.

Agatha will be sad she missed the fire.

There wasn’t any fire!

This year.

[little-mephistopheles]

first day in the time loop i suspect nothing

[corantus]

💘💖💝

[jerich0two]

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...

[aparticularbandit]

Eve has an Eevee and Claire has a Sylveon and they were gifts to each other while they were dating because someone they didn't know well - their Leafeon had kits - and Eve's has never evolved and Claire's evolved the day she and Eve broke up because she knew Claire needed the extra boost.

(They cuddle curled up on the same bed right next to Eve and Claire's bed, when they don't properly share the big bed with them. Or curl up on the couch.)

Eve's Eevee is very spoiled. So spoiled. The most spoiled. This makes up for baby!Brendan playing with her tail or burying his head in her neck floof.

HAPPY 10 YEARS OF THE MOST TRANSGENDER POKEMON

[musicalelo]

Stay or Go - The Valentines

[kashlat2]

The Jill we could have had if capcom weren’t cowards and losers 😔

[passionpeachy]

mesmerized 💡

[radicalgraff]

"Will you free my Palestine"

Sticker spotted in Brunswick, Victoria

[monstersovka]

d̶͖͛̓͢͝â̷̗͇̕̚͜t̸̢̥͌́̋͞e̴̱҇͆͜?̶̶̶̶̱̱̱̱͌͌͌͌͢͢͢͢͝͝͝͝🖤

[dreaded-behemoth]

I made this for my valentine

[aparticularbandit]

Election Eve

Summary: Eve worries, and Claire comforts her.

Part of The Valentines Collection.

Rating: G.

AO3

Something is wrong.

Claire feels it even as she slumbers, and it peeps through her dreams.  She struggles against that feeling until, finally, she wakes.  The lamp on her wife’s side of the bed is on; that must be what startled her, even though it’s rarely been a problem before.  Eve often wakes before she does – or did, when they still lived in Connecticut, since sometimes Eve would need to be up early for an emergency with one of her seniors – so it isn’t as though she hasn’t slept through this sort of thing before.

But something is…something is wrong.

Hey.  Claire slowly sits up.  She reaches over and rubs her wife’s back gently.  Something wrong?

Eve starts to shake her head – a lie, Claire can feel how it’s a lie – and then stops.  She presses her lips together, swallows, and then says, What if they don’t want you?

Oh.

Claire’s thought about that question a thousand times in the past few days, more than that over the past few months, even more over the course of her lifetime.  She can’t tell Eve that she’s as marketable now as she can be; there are still things Eve doesn’t know, still things she doesn’t want her to find out.  After a while, she’d gotten used to expecting that she was unwanted; after a while, she’d done her best anyway.  Most of the time, that worked out.

But not always.

It doesn’t change anything, Claire murmurs gently.  If they don’t want me, I’m out of work for a bit, but—

How could they—

People are scared.  Clare wraps her arm around Eve and pulls her close.  People are trying their best.  They’re doing their best.  Just like us.  That’s all.

It’s not all, Claire wants to say.  She wants to bite and snarl and fight.  Which is really the answer.

Gently, gently Claire lifts Eve’s chin so that their eyes can just meet.  If they don’t want me, then we regroup and fight harder.  She shrugs.  That’s all we can do.  Fight and fight and keep fighting.  So that even if they don’t want me now, maybe they’ll want someone like me later.  Brendan, maybe.

Eve smiles, the barest hint of humor.  Brendan wouldn’t be cut out for politics.  He’s not interested in them either.

Hm.  Claire pretends to consider this for a few moments.  What about Rowena?  When Eve’s brows knit together, she continues.  Or Agatha.  She’d be a great—

Eve laughs at that, long and loud, and that’s how Claire knows she’s won.

Claire leans forward and kisses her wife’s forehead.  I love you.

I love you, too, Eve murmurs, and if they saw you the way I did, the whole world would want you.

With a chuckle, Claire kisses her wife’s nose.  I don’t want them to want me like you—

That’s not what I meant!  Eve frowns and then leans up and kisses her wife.  Then she curls up against her.  Remind me.  When I get nervous again.  Okay?

Of course.  Claire leans back and holds Eve against her chest.  As many times as you need.