Nick Valentine Fanart Novels & Stories

I gave Bray a look that told him to hurry the hell up. I was so not equipped to deal with fangirls. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked, stopping next to the girl and setting our drinks on the table. Okay. Now she was shaking. And was she—oh God, she was crying a little? What is this insanity? “This is Valentine.” I smiled tightly. “She was wondering if she could get your autograph.” “Well now!” He turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “You sure can. You got a pen and paper?”

I watched them go, my mind already calculating my next moves—how to make my little bunny happy again, how to convince her that my past meant nothing, that after her… there was no one else. “Hey, man! I’ve missed you a lot,” Nick said, slinging an arm around my neck, standing on his tiptoes to match my height. “Get that off me,” I said flatly. He chuckled and quickly removed his arm. “What’s going on?” I asked, my tone sharp. “Come on, man,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “Valentina invited her over. It wasn’t my idea.” He knew I’d always disliked his sister—ever since our university days after the breakup. What he didn’t know was why.

By the time he hugs Ariana, Vinnie and Valentina emerge from outside, smiling at each other. "Happy birthday you little weasel." Vinnie laughs and comes over to hug him. Matteo responds to the hug, happy to see his best friend, looking at Valentina over Vinnie's shoulder. She's smiling at them as she holds what looks like an Aperol Spritz in her hand. Vinnie lets go of him to make way for Valentina. She's wearing a dark leather skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse and Air Force 1s. His eyes drift to the drink in her hand.

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

he consoled her and tried to remember about any civil war in the continent he could remember to know how it ends but to his memory he can't remember any. Angelica asked, "Tell me your name and age too. Otherwise it won't be fair" she argued, making herself sound much more confident than she really was. Valentine chuckled at how brave she was even after going through all this, he thought maybe she had been through something like this before too or was prepared for such situations from before. "My name is Valentine Crimson and I am 22-year-old", he replied to her question. Now that things were a little calm, he looked at her closely before he was embarrassed because of being naked. She had hon

The majority of my photoshoots like these ended up deleted - I took thousands today and out of those I kept 5 for each guy - 2 for the Inkd contract and 3 more for each guy for their portfolios. As I was going through the photos my thoughts turned towards Valentine. He had been in grey pinstripe suit today with a blue tie that somehow made his eyes look lighter. I would love to photograph him. I thought about the way that the kitchen lights had cast shadows against his abs and his pecs and how much more delicious his skin looked than any of these men. Mmm. The way that his sweats hung low on his hips was so much more of a turn on then seeing these men naked and then my mind wondered int

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

I looked up at Taylor, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they nearly broke the skin. Ethan let out an impatient sigh. “It’s late. Why aren’t you staying home where you belong? What are you doing here? “And now you’ve ruined the mood, stirring up trouble for no reason!” Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. Not only had he forgotten about our Valentine’s Day, but the promises he once made—to cherish me for a lifetime, to always treat me well—had also crumbled into nothing.