#valentine's event

[kakairu-rocks]

Hey guys! KakaIru Valentine's Week 2025 will be the 5th Anniversary of the event; and we have some exciting things planned!

We will announce them in more detail at a later date, but the thing we want to tell you now is that the prompts will be your favourite ones from previous years!

To get your favourites on the list, we want you to VOTE IN THIS POLL to let us know which ones you'd love to see again for the 5th Anniversary special!

You have until 30th September to decide; and the results will be announced on 1st October, along with the rest of the event details!

We look forward to seeing your choices! 👀

[leftsidebonfire]

heya katie, hope youve had a good day so far! If you arent being too flooded with requests with your valentines event, could i request for Sanji, a mall date, with a female! s/o? Thank uu!

Very sweet!! You're actually my first request for the Valentine's Day event!! 🥰

For a Mall date with Sanji, I just know he would take you to all the stores you could ever want, buying you some pretty outfits to wear, and taking you back to make a sweet dessert just for you 💕🥰

And your silly Valentine's Icon!

Thank you!! Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you like it! 🥰

[rosietrace]

『 2024 』— Rosietrace Valentine's Event

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Hi hi! My name is Rosie, and welcome to the 「 2024 Valentine's Event ❣」 !

This event is a follow-up to my previous Event back in 2023, which you can find 『 here 』 !

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|| 『 List of Written Works 』 ||

↳ Separated into two categories

|| 「 ♡ 」 — Requested Works! ||

'C'est ça l'amour (RoyWen || @/starry-night-rose)

Sweetness (MelToria || @/twsted-princess)

Warmth and Nostalgia (PrimPorter || @/starry-night-rose)

A Visitor (NovelliHault || @/valse-a-mille-temps)

Snowed in (EkoAnn || @/fumikoyasaki)

Falling for me again? (KereDavis || @/terrovaniadorm)

↳ Part Two: Midnight Picnic (Nororia)

|| 「 ♥︎ ︎」 — Non-requested Works! ||

[ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ] Favoritism?... No!.. (Harlity || @/mystery-skulls-ghost)

Stars around my Scars (Nororia || @/terrovaniadorm)

Seeing Her (Platonic! Yuuvia || @/jasdiary)

Jealous Girl (MitchMilla || @/authoruio)

A moment of Peace (Nororia || @/terrovaniadorm)

String of Fate (One-sided! MelToria || @/twsted-princess)

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|| Ask Games that will be used for the Event ||

↳ Specify which ask game you are referring to, so I can avoid confusion 💀

Love is in the Air!

Accidental Affection!

Subtle Love!

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|| 『 Rules!! 』 ||

↳ 「 Request via Asks, Tumblr DMs, or on my Discord “Rosietrace 🌹 ” 」

【 The Event lasts from February 14th until March 14th, aka ‘White Day’ 】

° What I will write °

Fluff, Angst, Hurt Comfort (Specify if you want a happy ending or not)

Oneshots/Scenarios

Headcanons (Relationship, date ideas, etc.)

Songfics

Matchmaking (Discussing ideas for new ships)

Oc interactions (Platonic and Romantic)

Oc x Oc

Oc x Canon

AU writings

Specific requested works based on prompts

Self indulgent works (Aka works that I will write simply because I want to)

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° What I will not write °

↳ This list may be updated over the course of the Event

Anything NSFW

NSFW content involving minor ocs

Graphic written descriptions of violence

Ship dynamics w/ large age gaps

*ncest/St*pcest

Proships. No.

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『 Valentine's Event Taglist 』

(TBA)

↳ [ Join the Taglist by reblogging with “#[2024] rosie valentines day ❣️” ]

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[ginevrapng]

HI!

I'm 20 and a tarus, with a love for art, I wear glasses because my eyesight is poorer than me, I enjoy reading romance and watching tv, oh and I love cats

Between Fred and George because I love them both but George has been in my head a lot lately.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄…

are friends turned couple!

- you had been friends for years until the war and george lost his ear. the worry you felt when you watched him laying on the sofa with blood pouring out his ear made you both realise that you couldn't keep your feelings in any longer, who knows what could happen tomorrow. (everyone lives though <3) - you first met george in a typical meet cute situation that most people would roll their eyes at. you dropped your books as george ran into you after he was trying to get away from filch. he helped you pick up your books and you became friends. maybe more acquaintances but you knew each other and said hi in the corridors. when he left hogwarts early you missed his presence greatly but you were able to connect again as you brought out flourish and blotts from the previous owners and became the new owner and manager. - you became even closer after both leaving hogwarts and then even closer after you both joined the order. - after the war was won you and george started living together. -every other weekend you would visit the burrow for dinner. - when you closed the shop early and george would be working late you pop in and see if they need a hand at the till. - whenever george is working on a new invention he'll show you, because his pranks are a type of art to you, especially the new charms and intricate products. - george thinks you look super cute in glasses, like super cute! - george brought you a fluffy pair of cat socks to wear around the house and you wear them all the time. you also have a cushion and blanket that's a cat that george brought. - speaking of cats you were able to wear him down to agree to getting a cat. you're trying to get him to agree on getting another one. - george will steal your romance books and memorise the lines of the love interests before telling them to you and teasing you about it. your boyfriend is repeating lines from the books you cherish most and he's such a dork when he does it. he likes doing it to tease you and to also see your reaction as you tell him to knock it off while you're trying not to show how flustered you are. obviously george can see through this and pulls you in to kiss you while smirking at your reaction.

i hope you like this<3

valentine's event

[wonderful-emoji]

[thelost-in-time]

hii may i ask for a valentines special? i would love a letter from mammon and leave it up to you for surprises! i really like fluff though

Hi! Of course you can! One letter from the Great Mammon coming your way! And we have lots of fluff ready for you.

The event

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You've got a letter!

Sender: The Great Mammoney

Hey hey hey!

I betcha yer was waitin' for the one and only Mammon to send ya a letter weren't ya?

Well, it's yer lucky day!

Today I, The Great Mammon, will take ya out for the greatest time of yer life!

In all honesty, I love ya.

I love ya more than I love money, or any other riches.

I may be the avatar of greed, but I'm greedy for yer love an' affection more than anything else.

Just don't tell my brothers or anyone else.

If they know how soft I am for ya, they're gonna make fun of me forever, and I'll never hear the end of it...

Remember that necklace ya saw in my room that ya liked?

I've included that as a gift for ya. I wasn't gonna wear it, so I thought it'd make ya happy.

Wanna go shopping with me later? I've been savin' up fer a while in order to spoil ya especially for today.

Choose anything yer heart desires. Yer worth more than any grimm.

Or we can sneak out of Lord Diavolo's Valentine's party later when my brothers are there.

We can sneak back home and have the place all to ourselves without anyone barging in, then have a date night here.

Or, even better, ya can come over to my room, and we can make plans together? How's that sound?

I look forward to yer response, and hopefully seeing ya.

Oh, and did I say I love ya? Well I'm sayin' it again. I love ya.

Don't keep the great Mammon waitin' too long!

Signed, The one and only Great Mammon

P.s: Let me know what colour yer outfit will be. I wanna match with ya.

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Likes and Reblogs are welcome

[boundlesshousamo]

Ryota's flirting game is still on point

[neohumanmonster]

Valentine's Event

Hello Sweet Home fandom! I'm a bit late to put out the prompts for our Love Sick Valentine's Event, my apologies. The event will take place between the 12th and 18th of February. You will be given 7 Romance Tropes. There is no particular order and I will be reblogging art or fic even after the 18th February. Each trope has a link to fanlore to explain the trope itself, in case anyone is unsure.

The 7 Romance Tropes are as followed:

Pining

Meet Cute

Bed Sharing

Soulmate Marks

Locked in a Room

Enemies to Lovers

Fake/Pretend Relationship

You can create art (drawing, edit, moodboard, gifset) or write any kind of fic (ficlet, one-shot, multi-chapter fic) or both. No rules besides that you please tag me like so: @neohumanmonster in your post and make it clear which prompt you used, so I can reblog your creation with the correct prompt-tag! Any ships are welcome and so are platonic stories.

Happy creating! 💘

[uravitypng]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

this is an event that's late by two days but i've been kind of busy! ♡ i've done valentine's day events previous years and i had to do another one for this year too.

in this event: you will... - you send me a description of yourself. (personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc) - you send me your favourite character (from either hq, bnha, jjk, bsd, demon slayer or blue lock) (if your very familiar with my content you know i specialise in hq, bnha and bsd more) in return... - i give you headcanons about you and your chosen fav - also including a trope that fits your relationship, for example you might be friends with benefits and i'll give you headcanons about the two of you

i hope you all had a lovely valentine's day! love you all! and i hope you enjoy taking part in this event!♡

[afra-blueraz]

Shuyui Valentine's date

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Artist [ Afra-Raz ]

Admin's note : Shuyui is one of my favorite ships . So I draw them together for Valentine. I hope you like it .

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Before you, I tried not to get close to anyone because I was afraid that something would happen to those I love and I would lose them.

Before you, I had lost the meaning of life. I did not know what happiness means. I didn't know what life meant and I didn't even know what love meant.

But I have you now. Every time I hold you in my arms, I realize how lucky I am that you came into my life. How lucky I am to have you and you taught me the meaning of love again.

Yui I love you

Thank you for giving me this love.

[writermask-0807]

Forbidden Fruit - Teacher Gakuho Asano x Student Reader

A/n: ik, ik. It ain't Valentine's day or even close to it, but when I recently rewatched assassination classroom, I saw the valentine's episode, so here I am. Also, I have two reasons which have been the cause of this super late update. It's cus a) I was originally working on something else before I accidentally lost it FOREVER {u have no idea how much I cried} and b) I'm currently admitted in hospital cus I'm positive for dengue, sooo (it's hell here istg) 🥲🥲🥲 and then I was like, eh, why not write 4 dis fine man?? He underrated. Anyways, enjoy this crappy, super long, useless detailed oneshot thingy I wrote!! Oh and, if you can't tell, it's my first time writing a kiss, so bear with me!

Warnings: teacher x student trope, cus I'm a suckered 4 it, kissing, ooc Gakuho.

THE soft, nervous pattering of your hesitant footfalls graze the sterile marble of the floor reached your ears as a deafening screech of unnecessary noise, incessantly obnoxious in their abundance, and making you release a pained wince against your will as you stilled.

However, you reminded yourself that there was no-one around to criticize you about this violation of 'rules' (that nobody gave a damn about, but felt the need to bother you about it) of the otherwise perfectly prim, proper school etiquette. But you found yourself wishing that that had been the case, as you would have taken irksome school-boys over the threat of being possibly expelled that you were about to both willingly, and unwillingly risk. 

The sharp noise of your brisk strides screeching to an abrupt halt bounced off of the bleak walls that surrounded you from both sides, pounding against your eardrums so harshly that you could quite literally feel it reverbrate through your skull, and pulse through your crystallized blood, joining in a cacophonous symphony of your drumming heart and fluttering pulse, a brutal roar of chaos that shattered the fragile, accursed silence that enveloped you in its fickle embrace.

The emptiness of your surroundings and the frigid atmosphere devoid of the usual hum of life and the buzz of busy, cheerful chatter of your fellow students served only to worsen your spreading anxiety, and your heart crept up into your tightening throat, your mind barreled with an army of questions and doubts that you could not suppress. With no distractions to save yourself from the relentless streams of worry trickling into your mind, you quickened your pace again, carefully adjusting the object cradled in the palm of your right hand as you folded your arms behind your back, so that you could hide it from view.

You rounded a corner with much more force than necessary, almost toppling over in your reckless haste, and you found yourself growing more nervous with the bleeding second as you neared your destination, a breath of anxiety rippling through your consciousness and settling firmly within your ribs, dread surging through your veins like a vengeful snake, distorted, disembodied voices screaming in your head for you to turn back and leave before it was too late, making you wonder for the umpteenth time that day whether or not you were taking the right decision, despite knowing the severe consequences it would inevitably lead to.

However, before you had the chance of coming back to your senses, and wisely listening to your intuition to make a break for it, you had reached your desired destination.

The large, oaken door of the Chairman's office loomed above your petite form threateningly, a thick, carved door standing just as bold and intimidating as the man within it, and you swallowed thickly, quickly contemplating whether or not to enter and carry out your mission.

After all, gifting your teacher with a rose for Valentine's day was truly  as stupid as it sounded, and in person, nonetheless. 

Said flower prickled in your hand, fleshy petals velvety and moon-stone smooth against your blanching flesh, rich scarlet so dark that it almost bled into darkness at the edges of the unfurling petals, gilded with the vivid color of freshly spilled blood so painfully, beautifully real that you almost felt the smear of it against your delicate flesh, the luxurious color of a thousand spring blossoms all blooming at once, coating the rich satin of its delicate petals in a luminous sheen of thick vermilion, as the rose sat innocently in the cusp of your unfurled palm, petals so soft that it simply melted into your skin. 

Beautiful, yes, but dangerous. The metallic lustre of its bleeding wine simply called out to those who laid their eyes upon it, as it dared and taunted and mocked them to reach out and to touch it, to take and take and take until there was nothing left, something vaguely akin to a guilty pleasure, secretive and irresistible. The sweet, ambrosial fragrance of the rose wafted in the air, clouding the atmosphere with its heavenly aroma, and it stifled your senses, choking you, the smell so sickeningly sweet that it felt bitter on your lips, sour as it burned on the tip of your tongue, and clamped your throat with the sweetening scent of bitterness and rot. Danger poured from every blood drenched pore of its existence, oozing an allure that even you could not resist, and you just had to purchase it. 

When you'd first laid eyes upon the plum-hued rose, it'd sat patiently within a glass casing, almost as though it were a precious gem, a vibrant, enriched ruby that needed to be treasured, rich with that scarlet poison so delectable that you could almost taste it on your tongue, tropical and bittersweet, painted with a bloody red that was an ardent splatter of explosive color against the dull background of the canvas, eternal and dying simultaneously in its infinite beauty, and you'd been immediately reminded of the one you'd sold your heart to, your teacher, Gakuho Asano.

Charming and alluring, a beauty so elusive that it slipped through your fingers as delicately as silk, a forbidden fruit that you knew you could not acquire but still could not help but yearn for, a pining so desperate that it hurt, almost like gauging the insides of a festering wound that had remained untreated, and caked with drying blood that seared a brand into your flesh with a sweltering, white-hot intensity. 

It was a forbidden love, a longing for him that resonated within the depths of your very soul and drenched into the pores of your existence, and the rose had depicted it so perfectly that you almost didn't believe it. But love came with that agonizing pain you were somehow willing to bear, and so did the rose.

Your skin prickled underneath the delicate touch of its somewhat stiff stem, and you were reminded of the painstakingly long time you had spent plucking the thorns out. Thorns had embedded themselves into your skin, burying themselves underneath your flesh, burrowing so deep that rivulets of blood had poured out, but in the end, you'd managed to take them all out so that he wouldn't be pricked by them.

Oh, right. I'm here for something.

At the mention of your teacher in your inner monologue, you had snapped back back your senses, and the awareness of what you were about to do slammed into you like a white-hot rod, making knots form in the pit of your stomach, anxiety twisting them with painful twinges of unease. 

Tearing your eyes away from the rose, you drew in a great, shuddering breath, feeling your lungs rattle with the force of the sigh, like bones withering underneath fragile porcelain of supple flesh, and your legs wavered beneath your weight, as though the bones that supported them could no longer hold. Finally drawing enough courage, you lifted a hand to knock on the door, when - 

"Come in." 

A sensually smooth voice sounded from the beyond the stiff, cherry-oak of the door, warm with a false cheeriness (that somehow no-one else was able to detect), raw with power and authority, a rich baritone laden with silks and velvet, creamy like dark chocolate and freshly brewed coffee - bittersweet, with the deep hitch of delicacy as each word passed his lips gracefully, a soothing lull of music blessing your ears, and that familiar, throbbing ache returned to your pounding heart.

Despite the sudden burst of heat that flooded your cheeks scarlet, you were unnerved by the fact that he seemed to be aware of your presence, in spite the door appearing to be closed. You swallowed thickly, and knowing you had no choice but to oblige to the underlying demand (order?), you obeyed. The smooth metal was cool underneath your nimble fingertips as you twisted it, and you felt a chill seep into your veins, slowly coagulating your blood with ice crystals. You'd always felt this way, whenever you'd entered this room, heart plummeting into the pit of your stomach, a sense of foreboding pitting itself in your stomach, shudders trickling down your rigid spine in great abundance. 

Holding the rose behind your back once again, you stepped inside - and was almost immediately greeted by a gust of glacial wind, licking your bare, exposed flesh, rising goose-flesh on your peach-hued skin, and you swallowed once again. 

Seated behind the mahogany desk, with his elbow propped up against the smooth wood, and palm resting against his sharp chin, was your would-to-be-Valentine. 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him, a regal king sitting upon his throne of blood and bones. 

Taut, smooth marble stretched upon arching cheekbones that cut deep into porcelain flesh, (which gave him an air of elegance that no-one else seemed to possess), was framed by the rich locks of his mop of copper hair, and hooded eyelids revealed lustrous amethyst optics, thriving with a galaxy of dying stars, cosmic-tinted, and sifting with a luminescent cosmos so painfully beautiful that it hurt to look at. His eyes glinted underneath the warm, dim glow of the rays of the dying sun burning red beyond the panes of glass behind him, gleaming with unveiled cunning and curiosity, his lips curled into that mocking, tight (but undeniably, terribly false leer of a) smile that you loved.

"Yes?" 

Honey dripped from cold lips, a venom so sickly sweet that you could taste it, rich and thick and bitter on your tongue, ribbons of dark velvet rewarding your eardrums in a gentle caress of satin. 

You faltered.

{You always did.}

Your legs threatened to buckle underneath your weight, and it suddenly felt foreign to stand unsteadily on your feet that wavered and felt like they would succumb to the sudden upsurge of fear and anxiety any time. 

Your skin crawled underneath the fierce intensity of his cold, questioning stare, and you felt as though shards of ice and broken glass shifted underneath your blanching flesh, poking and prodding against your innards and threatening to shatter the fragile porcelain of your skin when they would break out, and the weight of his sharp, icy orbs against your skin was unbearably heavy. 

Gakuho did not speak, but his urge for you to talk was evident in the thickening air, and for a split second, his presence had somehow grown more… sinister, his smile dropping off of his flawless, sculpted face. The ominous silence clouded the atmosphere with a terrible tension, and it strangled you with its gaunt, invisible fingers, stifling you to the point where you couldn't breathe, your heart lodged tightly within your throat, chest contricting underneath the pressure building within your core, and the weight of the rose on your tightening palm, concealed behind your petite frame, never felt much more heavier, burdening you further. 

"I - …" You began, but found yourself unable to continue, the words wilting on your tongue, and your fumbling voice withering at the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes, Miss L/N?" He prodded gingerly, coaxing, crooning for you to spill your secret, and the deceptively gentle, calm smile had returned to his curled lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the forced falsity of it, almost as though it had never waned in the first place. 

The metaphorical thread of sanity that held yourself intact underneath all the pressure snapped.

Reddened cheeks dancing with flames, you thrusted the rose onto the impossibly smooth, glossy surface of the mahogany desk, and clambered onto your trembling feet for your very grand, impressive escape. 

In the split second before you'd turned your back to the older man, you witnessed the minute widening of his plum hues, the momentary surprise crossing his sharp features contrasting dramatically against the alabaster of his flesh and strands of rich ember, and a small crevice of your mind that was not distracted by the nerves and adrenaline gnawing at you was satisfied by his reaction, and you couldn't help the faint smile that lurked in the corners of your mouth, thinking you'd won.

Then, before you could even fully comprehend what had happened, you found yourself in alarmingly close proximity with your Valentine, to the point where you could feel the unexpected, surprising (you'd always thought he'd feel abnormally cold) warmth of his flesh mingle with yours through the fabric of your uniform, his grasp on your forearm firm and steady, though not enough to bruise or hurt you, the delicate weight of his warm breath licking the outer shell of your ear, soft lips grazing the supple flesh of your earlobe, the brushes of his ember-colored hair tickling your cheek.

You froze, the soles of your feet rooted to the hard marble beneath, eyes widening in shock, a fierce blush burning your face with a sweltering burst of flooding heat, and your aching heart hammered so hard against your ribcage that you feared he'd heard it, threatening to break the bones, the pulsating organ threatening to tear itself out of its domain, and your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp rattling in your chest.

The intensely powerful, exotic aroma of his perfume hung thick in the shared air between the both of you, caressing your nostrils with a spicy and tropical fragrance that you couldn't quite recognize, but it was quite pleasing nonetheles. However, it only succeeded in making you even more nervous, flustered by the distance, or lack thereof between you and your dashing Valentine. 

"S-sensei, w-wha - " You managed to stutter, but the spark of something igniting within his violet orbs silenced you, and you were left to the mercy of your fluttering pulse thundering in your ears, heart hammering against your heaving chest, breathing growing erratic and rapid, as your teacher's free hand slowly, almost gingerly came to stroke the curves and contours of your youthful face, flawless marble questing fragile flesh for the very first time, brushing fleetingly against the rise of your cheekbones, edging so very, dangerously close to your parted lips.

You couldn't help but shudder underneath his cool touch, relishing the feel of his skin against yours, and you couldn't help yourself as you leaned into the inviting embrace of his palm as it gently cupped your cheek, thumb ghosting over the delicate skin, because, once again, it was an allure you couldn't resist.

Slender, long digits came to rest at the seam of glossy, plump flesh that was your lips, and you forgot how to breathe, and the roar of your thundering heart faded from existence, accompanied by the din of everything else that had deafened you before. 

In those stolen moments of precious intimacy, smoldering, galactic orbs clashed against your lustrous e/c hues, a kaleidoscope of vivid colors melding together as your burning gazes collided, and Gakuho flashed you a mischievous smile before he leaned in, and kissed you.

Honeyed lips dripped nectar as his mouth molded against yours in a perfect synchrony, ripe with the taste of rich, thick wine, that left you feeling dazed, intoxicated in a sense, his soft lips guiding yours with a maturity you'd yet to experience, mellow, silken lips entwining with your own in a tender, chaste caress of velvet and satin. A broad palm came to rest at your rigid spine, drawing sensous circles that comforted and coaxed you to enjoy and feel and cherish, almost as though he knew it was your first kiss, and you knew he'd succeeded, because the complicated whirl of emotion surging through your veins - albeit abstract, was not entirely unpleasant, and left your heart soaring.

For a few treasured moments, time itself stood still, granting you a final mercy as the grains of years and seconds bled away, and the seconds slowly deccelerated, the rest of the world melting away. The harsh reality where he was your teacher and you his student ceased to exist, and it was just the two of you.

But just as quick as it came, Gakuho pulled away, leaving you dumbfounded and breathless, stars burning underneath your eyelids, and heart bursting with a kaleidoscope of emotions, each of which were at their most vulnerable and rawest of points. 

As you stood processing what had just happened in a dazed, thoughtless reverie, your fingers unconsciously wandered to the ample swell of your lips, where the ghosting taste of his lips still lingered, and it was only then that you noticed the warm amusement flickering within his lavender orbs, and the teasing smile that curved his lips.

The awareness of what had just transpired rammed into you with the wrecking force of a freight train, and you shrieked, flailing your arms around madly, face flushed with the blooming color of a thousand roses. Quickly regaining your bearings and whatever amount of sanity and dignity you had left, (if you even possessed any), you dashed towards the door, very nearly stumbling over your steps and almost crashing head-first into the harsh, bleached marble below, your face burning and brain malfunctioning at disbelief of what'd just happened. The indignant voice in your head hollered that it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but it'd caught you completely off guard, as you hadn't expected him to reciprocate your feelings, or take such a bold step.

You could feel his stare burning the nape of your neck and you swallowed thickly, not yet ready to face that smug grin and flickering amethyst hues. As you twisted the knob (which suddenly felt very hot underneath your touch), the rich baritone of his voice drifted through the air and reached your ears, making you halt in your steps. 

" Oh, and Y/N?" 

"Y-yes?" You let out a nervous stammer, slowly turning on your heel to meet his amused gaze. Gakuho had returned to his seat, and managed to look even more majestic underneath the dying light of the sun, his copper hair burning a fierce red as the beams of light bathed the rich tufts of umber in swaths of honey-gold and peaches and orange, the flawless, unblemished alabaster of his flesh appearing smooth and marble to curious touch, his star-strewn, cosmic-lidded eyes gleaming with a warm glow, the plum-hued rose held in his hand accentuating his sharp features.

"I hope you cherish my gift to you as much as I treasure yours." He said as his eyes met yours, hints of mischief and playfulness flaring in them, and his lips molded in a lazy, foxy smirk. If you already hadn't felt flustered enough, you were sure that now steam was practically pouring out of your ears, blood rushing to your face in great abundance, so much so that you felt ready to explode.

You managed a feeble smile in return, and threw the door open before flying out of view. However, you couldn't deny the thrill you felt after realizing that Gakuho returned your feelings, and a silly, large grin unfurled on your lips at the heart-warming reminder.

Perhaps the forbidden fruit did taste the best, after all.

{BONUS}

Gakuho would never tell you that he had been aware of presence of  the yellow-hued, tentacled creature called Koro-sensei pressed against the glass of his office, and neither would he tell you that he allowed that nosy, perverted matchmaker to spread rumors that he'd kissed you. In fact, his sly smirk broadened, he was counting on it.

[kakairu-rocks]

Hey guys, there's 2 weeks to go to VOTE on the prompts you'd like to see for KakaIru Valentine's Week 2025: 5th Anniversary!

You have until 30th September, and the results will be revealed on 1st October, along with the rest of the event details!

Please VOTE HERE!

If you're not familiar with Valentine's Week, and want a general idea of how it's run, you can review the details from KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024!

We look forward to seeing your choices!

[leftsidebonfire]

HI MY LOVELY !!! 💖💖💖🎊🎊🎊 I hope you're having a FABULOUS day so far 💖💖

I would love to throw my silly little self (afab) in for your Valentines event, if that's okay!! It's such a cute idea 😭😭💖💖💖 I'm requesting my mans, Law, maybe a bowling/billards date and some drinks ?!

Thank you again for everything you do !! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Hiiiii thank you for requesting!!! 🥹 That's so cute :3 I hope you like it!

I could perfectly picture going to play billiards with Law so he can show off his skills with it in front of you in a subtle sort of way. He could also pull off that whole 'standing behind you to help you line up your shot' thing 😇 (He also cheats just a little to Shambles the ball where he wants it to go)

And your silly Valentine's Icon!

[mamamittens]

Doing some work shopping for a valentine's day event so here's a poll to see where the interest lies!

No promises on what will be the final event.

[ginevrapng]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

this is an event that's late by two days but i've been kind of busy! ♡ i've done valentine's day events previous years on my anime fanfiction tumblr and i had to do another one for this year too.

i started this same event yesterday on my other tumblr but now this version is harry potter and marauders based♡

in this event: you will... - you send me a description of yourself. (personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc) - you send me your favourite character from either the marauders era or the golden trio era in return... - i give you headcanons about you and your chosen fav - also including a trope that fits your relationship, for example you might be friends with benefits and i'll give you headcanons about the two of you

i hope you all had a lovely valentine's day! love you all! and i hope you enjoy taking part in this event!♡

[stancyevents]

Valentine’s Day is coming up which means...let’s have another stancy fandom event! 🥰 This event is open to anyone who wants to participate and you can make whatever you want to contribute (fic, gifs, video edit, picspam, playlist...to name a few ideas!). It will go on for 3 days and you can choose from 3 prompts listed for each day: a color, a one word prompt and/or a scenario prompt. You do not have to use all 3. You can if you want or just do 2 or only 1! We will use the tag #stancy valentines to find & reblog posts! There will also be an ao3 collection made & shared when it’s time to start posting. Have fun and feel free to reply or message with any questions! 

Sunday, February 12: purple|hug|“Here. They’re your favorite right?” Monday, February 13: pink|kiss|“Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!” Tuesday, February 14: red|love|“This isn’t how I pictured our first Valentine’s Day.”