valentine's arc


Handle with Care

You really shouldn’t take a hammer to a flower.

[Friendly reminder to all of you, that on this coming Valentine’s day, be gentle to your mates, dates, and if you’re like me, plates.

Plates, as in, eating.

Don’t eat too much.]

lance: (sitting alone in the rec room, chin in hands)

keith: (at the door) hey, okay if i come in

lance: what— oh, yeah

keith: (walking in with his hands behind his back) so, coran said you were feeling sad about missing another earth holiday

lance: oh … yeah (laughs awkwardly) it’s, it’s ridiculous, don’t worry about it

keith: no, it’s. it’s not. um. actually (takes a piece of red paper out from behind his back, and hands it to him) this is for you.

lance: (looks at him and then at the paper) (takes it) (it’s a heart that says “to: lance. love, keith.”) is. is this a card?

keith: i, i just thought since at the garrison—

lance: (smiling) you made me something for valentine’s day

keith: —you used to give cards to everybody, so

lance: thank you keith :)

keith: (pauses) yeah. no problem. (turns around) okay. bye.

lance: h-hey, wait (stands up)

keith: (turns back around)

lance: um. aren’t you gonna let me thank you (steps closer to him)

keith: um. you did just thank me.

lance: (hesitates) right. uh, i guess, i just. meant. like. (leans foward, and gently kisses the side of keith’s face) like that


lance: (smiles shyly at him) thanks, valentine

keith: (blushing furiously) yeah. no problem.

lance: (laughing softly) you said that already

keith: oh. right. um. (pauses) do i … kiss you back now

lance: (raising his brows) if you … want to

keith: (puts his hand on lance’s shoulder and returns the kiss to lance’s cheek, lingering close to him a bit longer than lance had) you’re welcome, lance (then he smiles, lets go, and leaves)


This took me a little longer than I expected but @inkcollectorus @duchov @what-the-fuck-is-magnetite and @vickiweis44 this is for you.  I warn you though - It’s angsty fluff that’s heavy on the angst!  Even my Valentine stuff is angsty shit.  Sorry.

Set in season four Cancer arc and told from a third person POV




It’s hard not to notice him that first time.  It’s just after 6pm and he is shouting at the nursing staff, refusing to relinquish his hold on the tiny red-headed woman he is cradling in his arms, clutching her to him as the blood on her face transfers to the white cotton of his shirt, drenching them both in a sea of crimson that blooms and grows with every second that passes.   There is in fact, so much blood it’s difficult for me to figure out the source from my vantage point.

She is making an ugly, gurgling, choking sound even as her body jerks against his.  Her head is thrown back and he is desperately trying to still her movement lest she injures herself further, his frantic pleas to the nursing staff increasing in volume until he is practically screaming at them.  

He is in full panic mode; not thinking at this point, simply reacting to the situation he has found himself in and although I’m sure there is a small part of him that recognises that nothing can be done until he allows them to take her from him, sheer primal terror is preventing him from releasing her.

My throat tightens at the sight of him as he finally allows the attending ER staff to take over, the expression on his face one of such yearning as she is transferred to the waiting gurney and wheeled away from him that it literally takes my breath away. His final keening cry reverberating around the large area around us before he collapses to his knees on the linoleum floor that is now speckled with her blood, covering his face with hands that are equally as marked.  His shoulders are shaking and even though he makes no sound, I know from bitter experience that he is weeping.  Hopeless, uncontrollable distress that has no sound; the most painful kind I think.

No one moves.  No one reacts.  As though he is a wounded animal who might attack at any moment and for just a few heartbeats, it’s like time has simply stopped.

And then I force myself to move; to cross the space between us, my training coming to the fore as I pull a pair of surgical gloves from the pocket of my tunic and slip them on to protect myself from the blood that covers him.  Second nature in an environment such as this.


Tentatively I place my hand on his shoulder, carefully not exerting too much pressure through my touch, but just enough to get his attention because although I don’t consider myself a medical professional, I have lived though more moments like this than I can recall and I know that right now, gentleness is the key.

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Imagine Valentines Day
  • Echo would most likely go the traditional route since, to him, it was the safest route to go. Most of it would depend on if he was on leave or not, unfortunately, but he would still make it happen even if it was late. He’d would have saved up a good amount of credits for it too, and take his s/o to their favorite restaurant, and even out to see a movie. He’d add his own twist at the end, though, and would surprise them with the most beautiful silver locket with his name ingrained in the back.  
  • While Echo is traditional, Fives is unique. Flowers and candy were ok, but he wanted to do something less clique. His s/o was special, so he didn’t want to treat them they same way every other boyfriend would be doing that day. So if they were down for it, he’d get them matching tattoos. He wanted to constantly have a reminder that they were his, and he wanted them to have a piece of him whenever he was away for months. 
  • Poor Wolffe would honestly have no idea what to do. He’s never been the romantic type, but that’s because he’s never worn his heart in his sleeve. He wanted to do something for them, and thought that they deserved the best, but would be at a lost. Eventually he would get them a promise ring. He would be flustered while giving it to them, and would be terrified that they would reject it. He would even be straight forward about not being use to this type of stuff. When his s/o accepted it he would be relieved, and would let them drag him wherever they wanted to. 
  • Rex would feel bad because there wasn’t much he could do. That was just one of the sad truth of their relationship, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He’d want it to be a surprise too, so the weeks leading up to it he was completely silent about Valentines Day, he didn’t even bring it up unless his s/o did. When it came around he’d surprise them with exotic flowers. They weren’t easy to get, and lord knows he had a hell of a time keeping them alive, but all the effort was worth it when he saw his s/o’s face. 
  • Cody originally wouldn’t have put a lot of thought into it, in fact he almost forgot about the holiday all together. He only remembered the holiday a few days before, and had to practically scramble to figure something out. He end up settling with taking them out on the town. Cody never really spends his credits, so he would take them to any and every shop they wanted to. He’d probably buy them a ton of new clothes, jewelry, and spoil them as much as possible. 

Hearts and Hooves day date with Lexis Arc and Pinkie Pie <3

Had 1 more day to get a Valentine’s Day achievment on an art server I was on. Was originally gonna draw a different couple that happens to be a threesome (and even more trashy) but it was hard so I went with something simpler, and ended up surprising myself.

To those who don’t already know him from my previous art, or are still confused, Lexis Arc is a character a friend helped me design as a ship for Pinkie in a fanfic I was making and just never got round to doing properly. He is not related to Fausticorn XD