Let's show off our best romance scenes!

[VixLix]

We all love to create and come up with some kind of romantic scene, and I frankly love imagining it!
So don't be shy!
Go on, come up or share your fantasy (or real) romantic scene!
(It can be from your Novel or Comic, this will not be judged or for any ideas, thank you!)

[ivanskilling]

Mine is more of a tragic scene but it's one of my favorite scenes.

“The Tufan made us like this. And they will pay, mark my words,” she spat.

He shuddered at the venom of her words, so strong was her desire for revenge that no amount of blood spilled could sate her soul. There was no longer hope in her for she had abandoned it after that incident which rendered them both broken.

But try he would to make her see reason. He pleaded vehemently, “Revenge won’t get you anywhere, Zetian. Would you be satisfied only when the entire Tufan people are decimated?? They have innocent men, women, children – just like us.”

Already he could see her shaking her head, refusing to accept his plea. But he pushed on. “If.. revenge is what you desire, then it has already been done. That… man is already dead-“

“Stop it, Li Wai!” she yelled. Her bottom lip trembled, the slight glisten in her eyes forcing her to blink several times. When she next spoke, her voice came out as barely a whisper. “Why can’t you just… come with me?”

He hesitated as images of blood and screaming resurfaced in his mind unbidden. Looking down at his palms, he saw the marks of dark red scratches where there were in fact none. He remembered the anger he felt when he saw the terror in her eyes, he remembered the satisfaction it gave him when he sank his clean blade into the man’s chest, he remembered that pure animalistic instinct all too well. And it frightened him.

Following her into the Imperial Palace meant walking down the road of bloodshed. His trembling hands reminded him of how that felt, and that was just one man. A bad man, at that. Would he be available to take the lives of many, both innocent and guilty?

“Forget it.”

He raised his head to see her standing ramrod straight, her gaze cold and determined. Before he could utter a single word, she spun away from him and walked towards the village.

“Zetian.”

She paused. Turning her head sideways, she spoke quietly, her words calculated to hurt.

“From here on, we walk our own paths for I could never walk the path of a coward.”

Shackles | Tapas

[WillowTree]

I hope this isn't too long!! It looks very cramped in the preview thing? I don't how to make it format better in the forums

Wren was strong. Jackson knew he was strong. The evidence was plain enough in the size of his muscles. It still took his breath to feel how effortlessly Wren hauled him to his feet. Jackson’s breath caught in his throat. The chill from the wind vanished. Wren’s chest was directly in front of him. His hand was clutched tight in Wren’s.
Jackson looked up. Wren’s head was cocked to the side. His brows were pulled in together slightly, just enough for a small crease to make an appearance. His smile was fading away, the dimples disappeared. Jackson mourned the loss.
Wren stepped closer. His hand tightened around Jackson’s. There wasn’t enough air around them as his body pressed up against Jackson’s. Jackson opened his mouth to speak, but only a shuddering breath escaped.
Wren’s eyes were dark, his pupils were wide as he stared down at Jackson. Jackson tilted his head back on instinct. Wren’s eyes darted between Jackson’s eyes and his lips. The way he was breathing slow and deep and slightly unsteadily.
Wren’s head lowered, slowly, and the sun glinted off his collar. Jackson jerked his head back. “We can’t.” His voice was surprisingly hoarse. “Not while you’re still…”
Wren kept lowering his head. He pressed his forehead against Jackson’s and closed his eyes. Jackson quivered under his touch. “When you take this off of me. Then?”
“Yeah,” Jackson agreed. He let his eyes close as well. Wren was warm in front of him. Each breath was measured. He wanted nothing more than to shift up, press his lips against Wren’s. Step forward into the relationship that they’d never verbally acknowledged before. Allow their connection to be something more.

The Love of a Werewolf | Tapas

[VixLix]

ouuuuuuuuu i love the DETAILS, now i'm picturing hot men romantic situations,

[domisotto]

Is the invitation from the fancy gallery—my triumph—is it even my triumph?

“Scali,” I hiss, grabbing his elbow, the moment I am within the kick-in-the-gonads distance. “Scali, did you arrange this? Like a condescending send-off retirement gift?”

“What?” He blinks, then wins the elbow grabbing contest by seizing mine into an iron grip to steer me to the exit. “We need to talk and I’m double parked.”

“Sheesh, what’s so urgent? Text me tomorrow. I have dinner plans tonight.”

He growls a little in his throat. “Cancel them.”

It’s my turn to blink in consternation and cluck: “What?”

My exclamation of disgust is loud enough to attract the attention of the closest art aficionados, so Matteo steps through the gallery’s revolving glass doors. The familiar orange Lam blocks the traffic with the swag that I came to expect from its owner.

“Ryan Lee doesn’t have your best interests at heart,” Scali says primly.

“Ah, no, Mr. Scali! Verily, I am heartsick to hear that. But tell me, my dear Sir, are your own intentions toward me pure and honorable?”

“As honorable as they come, Miss.”

[gmaximin]

I sense than my definition of romance slightly differs... but my most romantic scene:

https://tapas.io/episode/1671409

And yes... there's nothing more romantic than tax calculation (I'm serious). It's the celebration of trust in a couple becoming stable!

[VixLix]

alright, alright, okay, okay. The replies are unforgettable, I absolutely love them... and it is only fair to me because of that that I share mine.. prepare yourselves.. FOR GARBAGE

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On the way back to Luna Springs, Rosia started to speak again. "You know how you said..." she started, this time louder and a little more clearer, "you said that I'd be grateful to have you breathe on my neck." "Mhm, I did." Naso agreed. "Well, I am... Even though it's really dark outside, right now, I can see your face clearly. I don't know how. All I know is that I really enjoy being by you." Rosia spoke. "Rosia, I feel the same way about you. That's why I want you close, so I can protect you."

"Is that all you want to do? Just protect me? Was all this just because you had to be my bodyguard?" Rosia said as she almost believed it.
"No. Rosia..." Naso stopped Mercy near a tree. He got off and carried Rosia with him. "Na-" Naso shushed Rosia. He took her to a tree and sat down up against it, still holding Rosia and keeping her off the snow.

Naso looked straight in Rosia's shiny almond eyes. Rosia looked straight in Naso's dark red eyes, confused. "I want you to understand something. I want to protect, keep you safe, shelter you... Because I..." Naso paused making sure she was understanding.

"I love you."

"I didn't think that when I first saw you, I would care so much about a woman." Naso told Rosia. "So why did you even bother?" Rosia asked she blushed while looking up to Naso. "I needed to try something new." "You don't understand... I'll bring problems in your life." Rosia tried to resist. "And I will fix them." Naso brought Rosia cold body a little closer so she wouldn't freeze.

Rosia started to cry. She lifted her arm and wrapped it around Naso, then rested her head on him. "I'm so very sorry..." she cried. "Naso.. I... I love you, too." Rosia said with a little proudness in her words. Naso was confused. "Why did you say sorry?" "Because um.. your sitting in the snow and holding me..." "If I'm with you, nothing is cold."

There in the woods, two people of royalty sitting in the snow in the dark. But, little did they both know, there was a man in white watching them from afar. "I must of missed my aim. I was sure that I could kill Princess Rosia," pause, "I have to kill her. If they get married, everything is ruined. I'm on my last... strike."

Naso got up while STILL holding Rosia. He's not going to let her go. Never. Naso made a promise to himself to never let Rosia get hurt. She needs you, you need her.

Queen Luu
The Episode It's From (first half)
The Episode It's From (second half)

[VixLix]

i can't love this enough, she was like "Love?" LOL

WHATS THAT?

[foxnflames]

I’ll segment this one to leave out some talking and keep it pg

“He steps in and doesn’t allow me to greet him or ask why he’s here. He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes, searching for the answer to the question we’ve both been asking ourselves. Without speaking, I beg him to proceed.

His cold, soft lips brush against mine, becoming warmer with every breath he takes.

He kicks the door closed; only a stream of moonlight ripples into the room from the pipe in the roof. In the expanding darkness, I tilt my head back and his kiss kindles something within me.

He draws me closer to him, running his hands over my shoulders before slipping off my coat. Our out of rhythm heartbeats pound against each other’s chests. I tightly squeeze his shoulders to steady myself before he brings me closer to him.”

[...]

“I want to do something I want with who I want.”

He leaves a trail of kisses up my neck and jaw and hovers in front of my lips.

“Is that okay with you?”

If I have any second guesses or objections, I can’t find them because they’re lost like I am in him.

I answer him by tasting his lips again and taking in his scent.

Rosewood and a hint of berries.

He leans over me, gently sending me down with each kiss until his legs are on either side of mine. Every bite and kiss on my chest, neck, and lips scatter my thoughts and make me crave more.”

Rise in the East | Tapas

[shfra13]

ooooo allow me put a bit of my cheesy stuff right here uwu i love me some cheesy romance uwu

Our steps were awkward. We stepped on each other, bumping into each other. We laughed at our mistakes and how clumsy we were. But, we were both engrossed in the moment—in our messy, inexperienced little tango.

I looked at Hera, and she looked at me. How lovely she was—the deep brown eyes, serene and fierce. Her nose, alluring and beautiful. Her skin, dark as the night, glowing under the moonlight. The curly black hair, lovely and gorgeous. The sweet lips, calling for my kiss.

“Can I kiss you?” Hera asked first—perhaps, realizing that I was fixated on her lips.

I nodded, and she leaned in. Our eyes closed as our lips met on a light, small peck. She drew away, and I opened my eyes. We were both gazing at each other, smiling ear to ear. I noticed a red tint on her cheeks, indicating that she was just as embarrassed as I was.

Our hands, already linked, and I squeezed them tighter. “Can you kiss me again?” I plead.

“No,” she replied, essentially disappointing me, but continued with a cheeky tone, “It’s time for you to kiss me.”

I chuckled. I tiptoed and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her neck. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me in closer as our lips locked. Our tongue met; our kiss intensified.

Then, I pulled away, gasping for air. I was engrossed on having our lips linked that I forgot to breathe. Gazes met, hugs a little tighter.

“I love you, Vega,” Hera said, in the softest, sweetest tone I had ever heard. Just that word, and I felt butterfly on my stomach.

It Takes Two to Tango | Tapas

[Teddy-Stonehill]

I'm pretty proud of the first scene in my romance novel where the two romantic leads officially meet.

One is the villainess of a novel called The Foundling's Wings, the other is a person from our world who's been reborn as the novel's heroine. Her favorite character was the villainess, so when they're finally in the same place for the first time, at the Summer Ball, the new heroine gets super drunk and ends up tracking down the villainess to a quiet balcony.

Here's an excerpt:

“I don’t even know why I have all this hair,” said Anne, running her hands through it. “I hate it. Agis keeps making fun of me for it. I have to brush it every day and it takes forever. And it’s so heavy and annoying. But I thought I had to keep it because the Saintess has long hair and now I’m the Saintess and I just have to put up with the things that come along with that role, but that’s such bullshit. Corvina, hey Corvina—”

Anne leaned forward suddenly and grabbed Corvina’s arm. “Do you still carry that knife, that really sharp knife, in your boot?” she asked.

Corvina’s hand went to her knife, that was indeed in one of her boots, but Anne beat her to it.

It was a long knife with an intricate handle and a very sharp blade. Corvina always made sure it was very sharp. It was important to maintain your tools in case you ever needed them. But now she was regretting being so prepared.

Corvina took a step back as Anne waved the knife around.

“Fuck The Foundling’s Wings,” said Anne. “Fuck the empire. Fuck the church. Fuck everyone who’s ever mistreated or used either of us. And fuck fitting into roles.”

Anne gathered all her hair in one hand at the nape of her neck, and with the other hand wielding the knife, she cut it all off.

As the bits of hair fell down around her, Anne grinned. The way she was standing, with her back to the ballroom, made the lights of the distant party shine around her head like a halo. “It doesn’t matter if I’m a saintess and you’re a villainess,” Anne said. “We should both just do whatever we want.”

After a moment of stunned silence, Corvina carefully reached out to take the knife from Anne’s hand.

“Whoops, that’s yours, isn’t it?” said Anne, swaying slightly. “Sorry.”

Before Corvina could respond, a woman in cleric’s robes burst onto the balcony. “Anne!” she shouted, rushing over to her. “What in the goddess’ name are you doing? Your ears are showing! Here.” The woman pulled Anne’s shawl from around her shoulders so it covered her head instead. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

As Anne was pulled away, she called out behind her. “Bye, Corvina! It was good to see you! I love you!”

In the quiet that followed, Corvina realized that she could feel herself blushing.

The Saintess and the Villainess | Tapas

[domisotto]

Just finished typing this one, and remembered this thread. It's from a WIP.

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Volya had no idea why he leaned forward and kissed Liam.

Maybe, because their faces were already so close, less than a foot away, and it would have been lazy not to.

Maybe because the hunger manifested itself in the wrong way, exciting his other appetites to the point of making the jeans uncomfortable.

Maybe because Liam was so friggin hot.

At the last second, he’d chickened out though. It wasn’t the hard, demanding kiss he’d imagined a few minutes ago, when Liam wriggled between him and the counter. But just the taste of another’s warm skin under his lips, the scent and taste of him in his mouth and nose slowed down his heart.

“Oh, no, no,” Liam whispered, “I’m not your grandpa to kiss me on the forehead. Kiss me properly or not at all.”

[cherrystark]

I don't really have any romance scenes but I did write a couple a "fluffy" couple scene between two of my characters because the majority of their relationship is essentially off-screen.

“You’re doing it again,” said Jamie later that evening, as they curled up together watching cartoons on the TV in Jamie’s room.

“Doing what?” he asked innocently, training his eyes on the screen. The creases around his eyes betrayed his grin.

“You were staring at me…” she complained. She licked the reddish, barbeque-flavored powder from her fingers. “Do I have something on my face?”

Johnathan leaned down and stole a quick kiss. He could still taste the barbeque-flavored chips they had stolen from Nick’s snack supply on her lips. Jamie blushed. “Not anymore.”

“Cheater!” Jamie scrunched up her face. “You are such a sneak.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, toying with the end of her braid with his fingers. “I couldn’t resist.” He kissed her again. Jamie’s blush deepened. She curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Johnathan smiled to himself as he held Jamie in his arms, as she absentmindedly traced patterns on his abdomen with her finger. Everything was perfect."

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"Halfway through the next cartoon, Johnathan could feel pins and needles run up his arm as Jamie cuddled it like her own personal teddy bear. She snored softly. A thin, spittle of drool hung from her open mouth and dripped onto his gray Henley. Johnathan slowly pulled his arm free and leaned over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

“Warm!” she whimpered, reaching out for him. “Don’t go…” She was too cute…

“Shh…” He soothed, kissing her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.” Jamie nodded happily and settled back into the pillows. The phone clicked softly as he snapped a picture of Jamie sleeping. “Good night, Angel,” he whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

“Goo… night, John-John.”

[momoikhile]

Although this was an old design of my characters, this is the only romantic scene I got (so far)
But u can check out the newer style on webtoon! Like & Subscribe!

Long Live Gwendolynn!

[sxxaint]

For a romance novel, I sure don't have many romance scenes. Hope it's not too long - paraphrased for irrelevant parts and my extended-metaphor-instead-of-description kisses.

"Alright—" Casper released his arm and held up his hands—"I'm doing this straight away – are you a vampire?"

Shocked laughter burst from Cain's lips. He slumped back against the bench and shook his head. "No, I'm not a vampire."

[...] On some stupid little impulse, Casper whipped his hands back up, two fingers together in the shape of a cross in Cain's face. "Cristo!"

Cain flinched back from the hands shoved in his face, and as Casper spoke, voice hoarse with laughter, a breathtaking smile suffused Cain's whole face.

The kiss he pressed to Casper's fingers felt like the first touch of snow.

It hung in the air between them. Casper's hands drifted down to his lap, and his heart pounded so hard he couldn't breathe. Cain's eyes held all the simmering heat that was missing from his skin, beautiful and entrancing and Casper drowned in them.

Cain slid his fingers through the side of Casper's hair and kissed him. His lips were cold and heart-rending soft, and Casper melted beneath them as if he were ice left out in the baking sun.

If the peck had been a snowflake, this was a blizzard, and Casper wanted it to sweep him away forever. [...]

"I'm sorry," Cain whispered. His hand still cradled Casper's head, thumb rubbing soft just above his ear. It felt so nice he wanted to cry. "I couldn't bear not to."

"It's okay." And it was. His hands, he realised, were still wound up in Cain's shirt, and he didn't really wanted to let go. "So ... not a vampire?"

Cain laughed, the same bright, shocked laughter as before. His fingers pressed deeper against Casper's skin and then, with a snowflake kiss against the tip of his nose, drew away.

"Not a vampire," he promised.

[BrambleberrySquirrel]

My latest update was a first date episode.

[VixLix]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i love it. i love all of these, but i think this is my favorite

[shfra13]

aww thank you!!!! uwu i feel honored :3

[MaeRose]

Can't post mine yet, but all of these are so cute!!!