#romantic snippet tag

[space-writes]

romantic snippet ❤

tagged i do not even remember how long ago by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! since my nano project is a romance novel, this is now the perfect time to do this.

putting it under a cut because it's got lightly nsfw elements, and it's a bit longer.

no-pressure tagging @zmwrites @belovedviolence and @magic-is-something-we-create

His skin tingled pleasantly beneath his clothes, and Ashenivir couldn’t manage to get the smile from his face as he finished dressing. He rolled his shoulders; the ache would linger a while, stretching like that, but Rizeth had promised balms and massage aplenty when they returned to the apartment, so he happily bore the mild discomfort. He waited for Rizeth to finish putting away the arm-binds before going to him, wrapping him in a tight hug and pressing his face to his arm.

“Ra’soltha, we will never make it out of this room if you keep this up,” Rizeth said, though his arms came around Ashenivir anyway.

“—don’t care,” Ashenivir mumbled. “I liked that. I like you. I love you.”

His brain was still fuck-drunk fuzzy, all of him craving the attention of the person who’d made him that way. Rizeth stroked his hair.

“Do you want a set?” Ashenivir looked up. “Of those binds—would you like your own?”

Yes ran through him so hard he almost shouted it. A flash of guilt stayed his tongue. He’d had a new toy today already—and so much Rizeth had gifted him since the got here, and yes, he said it was fine, but it was still just so very much, and he hardly deserved all of this—

“Xi’hum.” Rizeth took his hand and kissed it. “Anything you want, you can have.”

Ashenivir swallowed his guilt. “Then…yes. I would.”

Rizeth’s small, soft smile banished all his worry. The gentle kiss calmed him, and by degrees he was at last persuaded to release his Master enough for them to leave the playroom. Their hands remained clasped all the way to the ballroom, and though he wasn’t wearing his leash today, with Rizeth’s fingers laced with his, Ashenivir felt as owned as if he was.

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)

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[sam-glade]

Romantic Snippet Tag/OC Kiss Tag

Tagged by @pheita here, @writingmaidenwarrior here, and also ages ago by @amewinterswriting here for a 'romantic snippet' - thank you💜

Rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

Gently passing the tag to: @tisiphonewolfe, @writernopal, @flock-from-the-void and leaving an open tag.

Ok, you might be tagging the wrong person with these 😅 I've only written this vignette, to prove to myself that I can write a romantic, fluffy kiss. Here you go:

"Anyway, you were saying?" Lissan prompted. "Doesn't matter." Ianim shook his head, then brushed strands of hair from his forehead. He pulled a flask out of his satchel – Lissan assumed it was filled with a light, fruity wine as usual – and took a swig. Lissan couldn’t help but watch, transfixed. "What's on your mind?" Herding his scattered thoughts to find a neutral answer was a lost cause. And in truth there was only one thing on Lissan's mind. "That you're beautiful. That I love watching you ramble – about anything, really." He bit his lip. That I love you. Ianim looked to the side, fingering the cap of the flask. A faint blush was already colouring his cheeks, which made Lissan just a tiny bit smug. "You don't have to just watch, you know," Ianim muttered, not looking at him. "I mean…" Oh, Elements, for all his eloquence, Ianim flustered way too easily. The message was clear enough though. His lips tasted of raspberries.

#writeblr #writerblr tag game #tag game #romantic snippet tag #days of dusk #lissan #ianim

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Romantic Snippets Tag

I... have another of these somewhere, lets do a combine, yeah? Thank you Elli, @i-can-even-burn-salad (her post is here) and Sandra, @imaginativemind29new (her post was from june and i no longer have the link, im sorry 😬) for the tag!

From the book I should fucking finish editing *cough* I mean, Shattered Dreams

Serin

“You really do heal too fast, don’t you,” Serin said, tracing a finger lightly across the yellow-green splotched skin at the base of her throat.  

The implications of that statement were… not something he wanted to think about. His fingers tightened around her waist, and she leaned against his chest with a resigned sigh. 

He could get used to this. Sitting in a chair before the window, with her in his lap, watching as the sun sank below the horizon, the sky darkening until only the faintest orange glow remained. Stars shimmered from the blue-gray tapestry twilight left behind, and the breeze from the open window gently wafted across their faces. 

As his cheeks tingled with the coolness of the air, he dared to imagine that things were different. That he had courted Alaia as she deserved, and now they lived together. They’d both had a long day and were content to sit together quietly, a blanket draped over them to ward off the chill while they appreciated the beauty of the countryside. 

Of course, he had to pretend that no bars marred the view, reminders that they were still prisoners even if their accommodations had changed. Had to pretend that Warren would never return for her, return for him. Had to pretend that he wasn’t confused as fuck as to what this girl saw in him, to look past his moods and the way he’d treated her and the knowledge of his… arrangement enough to have feelings for him. 

But pretend he would because who knew if they would ever know something as close to peace as this again.

Gently tagging: @little-peril-stories, @moonandris, and my new friend @pleasestaywithmedarling, if you'd like to. And as always, Open Tag :D

#romantic snippet tag #writeblr tag games #shattered dreams #i think... i think i had a few more beta readers going through at this point last year #but i'm closing in on a year of working (or not as the case may be) on editing this damned book so i can write the end of the second #i just #you know what #im gonna finish this edit before the end of the year if it kills me XD #deadlines baby #*gulp*

[clairelsonao3]

Romantic Snippets Tag Game

Thanks to @jay-avian (post here) for tagging me to post a romantic snippet from my WIP!

This snippet comes courtesy of my favorite queer radicals, Erica and Milagros. But I like it because it's also applicable to my MCs from GSNBTR, too (especially the "pilgrim soul" part, which comes up later, and if anyone recognizes the [very romantic, I think] poem it's from, feel free to shout it out...)

Ch. 17

“But the great thing is, even though she came from them, she wasn’t them,” said Milagros, shooting Erica an unmistakably loving gaze. “She learned, and grew, and changed. She had a pilgrim soul.”

If anyone hasn't (or has!) done this one yet, I'm gently tagging:

@coffeewritesfiction @rickie-the-storyteller @hd-literature

#romantic snippet #romantic snippet tag #tag game #romance #tag game answer #writing #writeblr #gsnbtr

[idleglowingpixels]

Romantic Snippets Tag Game

Thanks to @jay-avian for the tag!

Last time I did a writeblr tag game I used XXY, but right now the main ships outside of the Blues aren't really, like, in love with each other yet haha. Also I wanna give some appreciation to my to-be-released Monster High AU, so I'll do that here. Hope you're in for some Frankie x Holt/Jackson content! :D

For context, they're in the school's creepateria (yes, there's monster puns galore with the series XD) hanging out by a vending machine. My Frankie uses she/they pronouns as well. (I had that in mind pre-G3)

Frankie took his hand, taking an exaggerated breath before muttering, "...That one." She tapped on the glass to Mourning Dew. "That's it?' "Yeah…" "And you thought I was gonna judge you for that?" "Maybe?" Holt knocked against the glass of the machine, causing the canned drinks to tumble down to the bottom of the machine. “Then you’ve got the wrong ghoul, Fine Stein.” “Why do you call me that?” A deeper hue flushed across Frankie’s cheeks as they lightly laughed. “I don’t know what that means.” Holt held out the can of Mourning Dew to her. “Oh, uh, ‘cause you’re fine, and your last name is Stein…It rhymes. I-It also sounds like Einstein, and, ah, you’re smart! Like—Like he is.” He mentally hexed himself. He stuttered in front of the ghoul he liked. Holt Hyde does not stutter! He thought to himself, trying to regain his confidence. “Oh…Oh!” Frankie’s neck bolts sparked as she laughed. Now she laughed? There was no doubt in Holt’s mind; she thought he was a bigger idiot than Heath. And who could blame her? He probably was with how awkward he’s been throughout the afternoon. Jackson must’ve stolen all his ego for the day. Frankie didn’t hesitate to open the can once they received it. “You mean attractive by ‘fine!’ That’s…Well, that’s the first time I’ve experienced someone finding me attractive…Well, aside from when I first met you and Jackson." They did the little critical-thinking face they did when analyzing social situations, sipping from the soda can.

This ship in general gives me brainrot haha I love them <3

Okay I'm gonna tag @onefaintrobin, as well as @hihopelessromantics, @hhabaddon and @imaginativemind29new to give it a go if they want to :D

Have fun and happy writing!

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[writernopal]

Romantic Snippet Tag

Got that sweet tag back from @gummybugg thank you so much! See their post here!

Rules: Describe the main romance of your WIP in a 1-4 sentence snippet.

Tagging (gently): @outpost51 @captain-kraken @liv-is @lorenfinch @sugar-phoenix @writinglittlebeasts @elshells and anyone else who'd like to do this!

Behold, Fay and Wilkes (forgive me for it being longer than 4 lines!):

I laughed as I dressed. “Aren’t you supposed to be minding the wheel or something, Quartermaster?” “I was busy minding your wheels on your command, sir. I am a man of many talents, but even I cannot be in two places at once.” He snickered as he approached me in a state of half-dress. “Enough.” I said with a playful frown, pushing his face away from mine. “Aye, aye, Captain.” He said with a mock salute, then swooped in quickly to kiss the side of my head.  I shoved him once more, and with that, he took his leave, shutting the door behind him. “Aye, aye, Captain…” I mocked quietly to myself as I laced up my trousers and stepped into my boots.

#tag game #romantic snippet tag #writeblr tag games #aasoaf #aasoaf 2 #fay #wilkes #i would die for these two tbh #my writing

[winterandwords]

Romantic snippets tag

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams tagged me to share a romantic snippet. Thank you!

Enjoy another "this sounds wholesome but they're talking about murder" moment from Spin Cylinder...

I breathe smoke into the space next to us. “I wouldn’t have done it. I almost didn’t ” “So why did you? Just because I asked?” “Yeah.” As if that isn’t enough of a reason. As if I wouldn’t do anything just because you asked. I wrap an arm around you and press into the place on your back where I know the latest razor slices are healing. “Fuck.” Your breath catches in your throat. I press harder. “What was that?” You lean into my touch and your hand tightens on my hip. “You heard me.” I take another drag from my cigarette and try not to think too hard about how good you look when you’re on the edge of giving in, letting go, and how easy it would be to steer things in that direction. We have very different relationships with control.

Tagging @amewinterswriting, @arigalefantasynovels and @andromedaexists, with any open tag for anyone else who wants to join in, if you'd like to share a romantic snippet 💜

#my writing #writeblr tags #romantic snippet tag #spin cylinder

[memento-morri-writes]

Romantic Snippet Tag

I was tagged by @midnights-call Thank you, Riley!

Rules: Describe the main romance of your WIP in a 1-4 sentence snippet.

Choosing one little snippet to describe all of Fallon and Kristopher's relationship is very, very hard for me to do, but seeing as I never shut up about how their relationship is built on trust, I feel like this is a fitting snippet:

Fallon reached out, gently tracing the scar with her finger. “Thank you.” Kris looked down at her, startled. “What for?” “For trusting me. And for listening.” “Of course.” He smiled, but his eyes were sad.

(Technically that's a little more than 4 sentences, but it's 4 lines, so fuck it.)

I'm going to tag @pinespittinink @zmwrites (Dorian and Tess!!) @akindofmagictoo @vellichor-virgo @andromedaexists and @ghostcasket (no pressure to any of you! <3)

#morri does tag games #my writing #wip: atqh #atqh: FxK #romantic snippet tag #atqh: snippets

[imaginativemind29new]

Romantic Snippets Tag Game

Thanks @clairelsonao3 for tagging me :)

Tho my WIP hasn't gotten to anything overly romantic yet, I thought I could post a little snippet from a moment where there certainly is some romantic tension going on ;) From The Heir's Curse:

A little laugh escaped me as Faolán raised our arms and spun me. The rhytmic beat vibrated in my chest, tantalizing and invigorating. I couldn't remember the last time I had this much fun, the last time I felt this alive. My hair billowed around me as he twirled me again, spinning me out and letting go of me entirely. Before I could even begin to question why, another hand folded around mine. Whirling, I found myself drowning in the ocean of Baz' eyes. His other hand came to rest on my waist as he grinned down at me. ~ Robyn's POV

Tagging without any pressure: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @jay-avian @the-broken-pen @arctic-oceans

#the heir‘s curse #writeblr #writing #writing tag game #romantic snippet tag

[theunboundwriter]

Romantic Snippet Tag

Thank you for the tag @oh-no-another-idea !!

Tagging (with no pressure): @theflyingchair-mjh , @thewriteflame , @peachflavouredpoison , @elrallin , @eorzeashan , @gummybugg , @toribookworm22 , @raph-fangirl , @joeys-piano , @jasminewalkerauthor and open tag!

So I have literally never written a romantic scene in my life and I had to scour the voids of my WIPs to find this hahaha. May I present 'That One Kiss Scene from The Sea is in Her Blood:'

June leaned across the table, pressing her hands against the map that rested between them to support her weight. She saw the surprise that flashed across his face, and she watched as his cheeks blossomed into a faint pink color. Red stared at her lips as she spoke. “What would he have loved about me?”

Red, flustered, answered, “Everything.”

“Everything?” She repeated, watching him lick his lips that had become dry. “What’s everything?”

He chuckled then, a dry exhale out of his nose, and his eyes crinkled as he stared at June with a longing he could not place. “Your strength, for one,” he told her. “Your ability to overcome the most challenging obstacles I have ever heard of, without blinking twice.”

Red went on to name features that June didn’t even realize she had. He spoke about how he admired how passionate she was about things, how she completed every task to the best of her ability. He loved her curiosity about the world around her, how she would ask questions about the smallest of things—things he would have never thought to ask about—and the way her emotions would reflect in her eyes when she received an answer. 

He told her he loved her hands, and how they liked to touch things, constantly moving. He liked the color of her eyes, a trait that was so unique and distinct. He thought the scars that littered her skin were beautiful, and the freckles that dotted her face and arms were like constellations. 

“We met only a few weeks ago,” Red said, “but I feel like I’ve known you for an entire lifetime. And I find myself thinking of you all the time, always wondering what you’re doing or what you’re thinking about. Wondering—hoping—you’re thinking about me too.”

He glanced up, only for a brief moment, finally tearing his gaze away from her intense stare so that he could try to collect his rampant thoughts. “I—” He started, voice threatening to fail him, “I feel like I could spend the rest of my life with you, and we would spend every second wishing that the moment would never end.”

June didn’t try to hide the shocked look on her face, her eyes wavering between his and his lips that were curled into the goofiest smile. His cheeks were still flushed pink, his hands nervously wringing themselves and fiddling with the sleeves of his coat. 

For what felt like hours, they stared at each other in silence. Finally, June looked into Red’s eyes that stared at her with such a deep-rooted longing. She grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled, closing the gap between them, and kissing him with an impatient force. He was stunned at first, his heart pounding in his chest as his ears glowed a bright red. She was all he could focus on, the eagerness of her lips and her hands on him causing his mind to blank. He somehow managed to regain control of arms, bringing his hands to her hips as his stomach did backflips and his lungs burned in his chest. 

They kissed with such a fiery passion, that he could not think of words to describe it. When she finally pulled away, her lips curled into the softest of smiles, and her hands still gripping his coat collar like it was a lifeline, she whispered to him, so close that he could feel her breath on his skin, “I love you too.”

Red’s breathing was quick, and an anxious and eager longing left him wanting nothing more than to feel her lips on his again. 

June, on the other hand, felt nothing at all.

The Sea is in Her Blood Tag List: @fearofahumanplanet @marinesocks @parttimeghost @houndsofcorduff @creatrackers (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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[space-writes]

Romantic Snippet Tag

tagged by @cherrybombfangirlwrites, thank you! I decided to indulge myself and clean up a little Sorrow/Vren 5+1 fic I've had sitting around for a while, so please enjoy!

gently passing on the tag to @foxboyclit @serenanymph @eccaiia and @memento-morri-writes

Little Ghost (Affectionate)

Prompt: 5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and 1 time Person B finds one for Person A.

1.

It had begun as an insult. Little ghost. As though he’d chosen his moniker all by himself, as though it hadn’t been bestowed on him by those that had come to fear the man they called the Wraith. As if he hadn’t wrapped that legend around himself like a second skin, worn it so close to the bone he'd become more ghost than man.

Sorrow was the only one who dared to mock it. Those who, at the start, had tried, had not lived to continue doing so, for wraiths are blood-soaked spirits. But then came Sorrow, glittering fool, calling him little ghost, taunting and teasing, making a game of his life. Oh, how he’d hated it. How he’d ground his teeth and imagined how sweetly a knife would slide between those ribs.

But now…

“Are you coming, little ghost?”

Sorrow looked back at him over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked, the hint of a smile tipping the corners of his mouth, outline gilded in the setting sun.

“Of course.” Vren stepped up beside him, and the streets of Zhirasea swallowed them up.

2.

“Get up.”

Vren tried to yank the sheets away, but now that Sorrow had gained the ability to sleep next to him, he had become possibly the most determined sleeper in Valloroth.

“Nn, five more minutes, avrai,” he grumbled, digging his claws into the blankets. Vren hauled again and this time had him tumbling out of bed, cursing in Infernal.

“We have things to do.”

Sorrow glared at him, shoving sleep-tangled hair back from his face. “You do them.”

“Get dressed.”

“Make me.”

Vren rolled his eyes. “Don’t start.”

Sorrow pouted, getting to his feet with as much dignity as a naked, nearly six-foot man who’s just been pulled from bed against his will could muster. “Sometimes you can be quite dull, little ghost.”

“One of us has to be.”

3.

Sorrow could hardly catch his breath. He clutched at Vren’s hair as he devoured kiss after kiss, each one not nearly sating his desire. Vren’s arms wrapped tight around him, hands splayed over his back with a warm solidity that made him ache for more than sex.

“My ghost,” Sorrow whispered along Vren’s jaw. Stubble scraped his cheek as he trailed kisses up to Vren’s ear, sweat a sweet tang on his tongue. “Oh, my little ghost, you taste so good.”

Vren’s only reply was to pull him down to the bed—so easily this came now, when it had taken such fighting to get here. Still, he wouldn’t change any of it; neither he nor Vren wanted anything so easy.

He hummed against Vren’s lips, grazing his teeth over the lower and tugging to conjure that noise of half-pleasure, half-complaint he so enjoyed.

Sorrow was getting to like knowing just what kind of sounds his ghost could make.

4.

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?”

Sorrow didn’t look at him when he asked, just shifted up the balcony to let Vren join him. Kashoskalya sprawled out below them—dangerous, to have a Mohaadi assassin in the heart of the Draconic Empire, but no-one knew either of them were here, and Sorrow intended to keep it that way for as long as he could.

“That is a complicated quetion,” he said.

“You are an irritatingly complicated man.” Vren leaned against him, shoulder pressing to his. Sorrow smiled.

“I like to think it’s endearing.”

“You always did have a ridiculous opinion of yourself.”

Sorrow chuckled and set his arm around Vren’s shoulders, a pleased warmth flushing him when Vren accepted it, shifting even closer. Go back to Infernus? Why would he want to when that meant returning to endless pulsing pain, and the constant reminder of who and what had caused it. His free hand came to his chest, idly scratching at the starburst of scars there.

“I might,” he said at last. “I expect I will miss it too much to stay away all the rest of my life. But…” he hesitated, as he often found himself doing when approaching this subject. Vren waited, silent. Ash and smoke, he was growing to love that silence.

“But if I go back, I will be going alone, yes?”

“Perhaps.”

“Oh?”

“Someone has to keep you in line.” He could hear the wry smile in Vren’s voice, and the pleased warmth purred in his ribs.

“Typically that is Aspiration’s job.”

“Well, now it’s mine.”

Sorrow looked at him now, at the strong profile of his slightly crooked nose, his dark brows, the burnished amber of his eyes as they gazed out over the city. He caught Vren’s chin, turning it to him.

“You always find ways to surprise me, little ghost,” he said, and kissed him.

5.

Vren had never though he’d ever enjoy watching someone sleep. Yet here he sat with Sorrow’s head in his lap, listening to his soft breath, still quietly amazed that it had happened. It had taken so long for Sorrow to be able to fall asleep with someone else in the room without the application of extreme exhaustion to force him into it—having him here now, so close, so calm, so trusting…

It wasn’t exactly something Vren thought he deserved. Here he sat, though, enjoying the feel of the hand curled over his knee, and the occasional tap of a tail against his calf. What has this idiot done to me?

Sorrow made a brief, tight noise in the back of his throat. His hand tensed, just slightly. That was enough. Vren ran a hand through his hair as the nightmare came on.

“Wake up,” he murmured. “Come on—last time you took a chunk out of my leg, you prickly bastard.”

Another tight, pained noise; brows drawing down, lips pressed thin with unconscious terror. Vren laid his hand over Sorrow’s, forcing the tense fingers apart to admit his own.

“Wake up, Sorrow.”

At the sound of his name, Sorrow’s eyes shot open and he gasped awake. Short, sharp breaths blew hot against Vren’s leg before he pulled himself together enough to sit. He had that slightly lost, slightly angry expression that always came with the nightmares. An old, helpless rage tempered with a humiliation he couldn’t quite rid himself of.

“Thank you, avrai,” he said, voice rough-edged. He cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Ash and smoke, I wish I were rid of them.”

Vren tugged his arm, and Sorrow fell easily against his chest with a sigh. He couldn’t take the nightmares from him, but a part of him liked that he could at least keep them from consuming him as much as they once had. Truth be told, it scared him how much he considered it almost a responsibility now to draw Sorrow from the sleeping terrors that came for him more nights than not.

“Thank you,” Sorrow whispered again. “My little guardian ghost.”

Vren flicked him on the ear. “Idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

It was, for better or worse, true. And despite his complaints, Vren didn’t entirely mind.

+1.

Aspiration called him boss, and often idiot. The K’zinla called him Prince and sometimes boss too, if they’d been spending too much time with Aspiration. He had named himself Sorrow out of spite and pain and as a bitter joke at his own expense.

Those he worked for used his title now for the most part, but the Naazgaran nobles he dealt with tended to call him feral still, which he bore with a suitably feral smile. They could call him whatever they wanted—they were still putting money in his coffers.

Vren called him by his name. No title, just his name, along with reckless and bastard and a great deal more insulting terms beside, which Sorrow supposed was only fair trade for all the times he’d called him little ghost, even though by now it was more pet name than insult and both of them knew it.

Vren bore one of his usual scowls as he returned to their table at the small tavern they’d stepped into out of the late-autumn Invereid rain.

“Get your feet off my chair, ‘Ro,” he grumbled, shoving the offending boots aside so he could sit. Sorrow let him, blinking stupidly.

“What did you just call me?”

Vren shoved a plate of food at him. “Your name.”

Sorrow couldn’t stop staring at him. He ate in silence for a few long minutes before finally looking up, exasperated.

“What?”

“You…that’s…that’s not my name, no-one’s ever called me that,” Sorrow said, keenly aware of both how stupid he sounded and how aware Vren was of the fact.

“Is it offensive in Infernii?”

“I…no, but—”

“Then stop complaining before I call you something that is.”

Sorrow stared at him a moment longer, then shook his head and turned his attention to his food. He picked his way through the casserole, poking vegetables around as he turned the word over in his mind. Ro. How small. How strange!

As the rain eased off and they made their way back onto the streets of Hounhol, he came to his decision.

“I like it,” he declared.

“Like what?”

“That name,” he said. “I like it. Only from you, I think, so don’t go giving my mercenaries ideas, but I like it.”

Vren chuckled. “You are ridiculous, as usual. Do all infernii get so tangled up over a nickname?”

“I am not most infernii.” Sorrow slung an arm over his shoulder.

“That’s certainly true,” Vren said. “Alright, then, ‘Ro—where are you dragging me now? What foolish thing do you have planned next?”

Sorrow’s heart clutched with warmth. Yes, he definitely liked that name. Quite a bit, in fact. He chewed his lip in thought, then a slow, wicked smile crossed his face.

“Tell me, little ghost—where’s the best place to find a decent bed around here?”

fin

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist @at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph @sam-glade (ask to be +/-)

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[elshells]

Romantic Snippet Tag

Thank you for the tag, @writernopal! Check out her post here!

Rules: Describe the main romance of your WIP in a 1-4 sentence snippet.

Tagging @mariahwritesstuff, @dragonedged-if, @tisiphonewolfe, and anyone else who wishes to participate!

So. I only just started teasing the romance between Harley and Jade, so at the moment I don't have a lot to work with. But here's a sweet moment between them!

Jade had the most most amazing eyes that Harley had ever seen—deep brown and warmly intense, and when they captured the light, they came alive and danced with golden sunbursts. "What?" Jade asked, tilting her head so a stray curl fell over her forehead. Harley blinked, glancing away. "Y-You're incredible, Jade."

#romantic snippet tag #tag game #writeblr tag game #wip: agent ace #oc: harley manalis #oc: jade de soto #ella's writing #my beloveds <3

[amewinterswriting]

Romantic Snippet Tag

@winterandwords tagged me to share a romantic snippet, and since my main WIP doesn't have much that would suit, here is a little teaser from Passions of Secret London. It's more suggestively spicy than fluffy - a succubus and a vampire have both fallen on lean times and agree to help each other out...

Allura had already started walking up the road. Elizabeth followed, with barely a conscious thought. The succubus had always been attractive - it was in her very nature, a low level compulsion to aid them in feeding. Elizabeth could hardly wait the five minutes she knew it would take to get to Chalk Farm. She was already eyeing up some of the darker alleyways with half a mind to pin Allura up against a wall, but with the streets as busy as they were, she tamped down that urge. Neither of them needed trouble from the drunks out in Camden this late. People were staggering out of the different pubs and bars with a leer. More than a few envious eyes were turned on Allura and Elizabeth could not help voicing a thought. “If you needed sustenance so badly, surely you could have your pick of the locals? They seem willing and eager to help.” Allura made a face. “Just because I’m a succubus doesn’t mean I don’t have standards. Would you eat half a burger you found in the gutter when you could have a five course gourmet meal lying in your bed? In fact, couldn’t you have your pick of the locals, too? You’ve noticed they’re looking at you at least as much as me, right?” Elizabeth discretely flicked her eyes towards the closest drunks. They did seem to be staring at Elizabeth, but she’d assumed that they were just wondering who was lucky enough to be walking Allura home. “I don’t bite people after they’ve been drinking,” Elizabeth eventually said. “I need consent.” “Me too,” Allura agreed. “But even if they could meaningfully consent right now, would you?” Even as hungry as she was, something in Elizabeth recoiled at the thought of getting close enough to touch them. To place her mouth on them. Elizabeth shuddered. “I suppose I have standards, too. Good thing a gourmet meal decided to invite me home tonight, isn’t it?” Allura grinned. “Oh, honey, you are definitely the gourmet meal here. Though you get to choose how many courses you are.”

Tagging @red-pen-ally, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @sam-glade and @jay-avian with no pressure

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[rickie-the-storyteller]

Romantic Snippet Tag

Thank you @gummybugg for tagging me to do this.

Here is a small snippet of a romantic moment between two characters in my Steph's Crew series. I purposely did not include any names to avoid spoiling the plot, as this part has not come out yet (although it's probably pretty obvious who it is if you have been following the story lol).

I hope you guys enjoy! I'm pretty proud of this, honestly.

I felt like I was walking on air. I felt as though I could just fly away at any moment.

As we walked, I took in the sights and sounds around us. The birds chirping in the trees, the soft rustling of leaves in the wind, the mumbles of random chatter, the gentle hum of traffic in the distance. The whole world seems to have come alive for some reason. Things have never seemed so beautiful… probably because of what just happened a couple of minutes ago.

We had just shared our first kiss, and I was still kind of in a state of shock. I mean, this isn't just my first kiss with him, it's my first kiss… ever. I was completely overwhelmed... but in a good way.

I stole a glance at him, and our eyes met. His dark hair was tousled by the breeze, and his eyes sparkled with a joy that I had never seen before. He smiled at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat. It was like the world had stopped, and it was just the two of us. In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I always thought this sort of thing only happened in the movies. You know, the moment when the boy you've always liked finally shows some interest in you? The guy of your dreams telling you that he's been into you all along? That sort of thing. None of these things feel like real life.

But this was real life, and it was happening to me.

It was a quick, almost hesitant kiss, but it had sent shivers down my spine and left me reeling. I couldn't believe it was happening. I couldn't believe he liked me back. I mean, we have been friends since we were kids. I assumed that if it was ever going to happen, it would have happened already.

Normally I'd have my doubts. No way is this real. This can't be happening. But any doubts I may have had vanished in this moment.

It wasn't until he kissed me that I knew for sure that he felt the same way. I was surprised at first (because I've never done this with anyone before), but then I felt this rush of excitement and joy. It was like all my senses were activated at once. It sounds weird to say, but I don't think I ever felt more alive than I did in that moment. I kissed him back with all the passion and love that had been building up inside me for so long. I felt the warmth of his lips on mine, the softness of his touch as he held me in his arms. And as we kissed, I felt like everything else around us melted away. It was just the two of us, lost in our own magical world.

And we continued to kiss for a while.

(Our moment got cut short by a phone call from my mum, but even that couldn't dampen my spirits.)

That's it! It's just the scattered thoughts of the character after they had their first kiss with their crush.

I'm going to tag these people to do this challenge next (it's totally optional, though): @winterandwords, @rubywrite, @dragonedged-if, @thelavenderwriter, @amugoffandoms, @exquisitecrow, @pennywaltzy, @soph1333, @yourlocalcryptidinthewoods, and @thecreakywriter.

(Basically the same people as before lol)

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[clairelsonao3]

Romantic Snippets Tag Game

Tag game night continues! (Never mind everything I'm supposed to be doing instead; there are romantic snippets to be posted!)

It's actually perfect timing for this, (thanks to mariahwritesstuff!), given what happens in Ch. 21 of GSNBTR, which I just posted yesterday. So, in a move that will surprise absolutely no one, I'm going to use an excerpt from that chapter.

"She would say it and say it and say it and never stop saying it, not until the end of time, not until she couldn’t anymore, not until she was dead and buried and earth and rain and snow covered up her lips."

Totally optionally tagging:

@amazingmagda @randomlifeunit @imaginativemind29new @hollyannewrites @tabswrites

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[gummybugg]

Romantic Snippet Tag

Thank you @j-1173 for the tag!

Tagging: @hallwriteblr, @aalinaaaaaa, @writernopal, @faelanvance, @rickie-the-storyteller, @mariahwritesstuff, and @withlovelunette (optional) and anyone else who would like to hop in!

Not sure how long this is supposed to be for the game, but I had this piece stowed away that I wanted to share. It's from my WIP Indie's Bar and Thrills. For context, Silas uses they/them pronouns. Jemmah uses he/she!

“Here, I got you something…” Jemmah went to her room to retrieve a slender rectangular box. She was visibly trying to hide her excitement that they had returned. It was endearing to Silas, but they tried to downplay it in an effort to not embarrass her.

“Glad I'm back, Jemal?” They said with a side glance.

“Yeah, I've been counting down every moment for your return.” Jemmah rolled his eyes.

But Silas didn't need help from their eye of truth to know that she had really missed them. To that, they grinned to themself. If they weren't sitting on their tail, it would have given everything away.

Silas thought about what could be inside the box… a giant chocolate bar? A year's worth of Kohl's cash? A framed and autographed picture of Harry Styles? They recalled the traditions mortals upheld around this time of year. Maybe it was something related to that.

“Uh, are you gonna take it?” Jemmah had set down the box on the coffee table next to them. Bubbly anticipation radiated off of her, fueling Silas’ curiosity. Whatever the present was, they knew they would cherish it because it came from her.

They opened it, and inside was something yellow and fuzzy. Upon further inspection, i.e., dumping the box's contents onto the floor, much to Jemmah's dismay, Silas soon discovered it to be a sweater. A sweater in their favorite color.

“It's yellow—a yellow sweater! It looks so warm,” Silas fumbled for the tag, “and it's a very durable fabric for fighting a god in!” They hugged the fabric and spun around.

Their head popped out the neck hole and Jemmah smiled. A genuine smile. And it was theirs to cherish. It made the grasshoppers in Silas’ stomach rile. Before Jemmah could protest, the demon caught him in a swift embrace and thanked him for the gift. The warmth and patter of his chest confirmed that what Silas was feeling was undeniably reciprocated.

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