In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.
A/N: WELL I did it. Barely. I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight. I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy. LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!
The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.
(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.
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Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.
Type: A bit of everything
Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst
You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it.
You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off.
He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.
As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob.
“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder.
You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke.
You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room.
She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed.
“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged.
“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries.
“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N).
You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet.
“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes.
“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you.
You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car.
You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.
5 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back.
3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems.
You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating.
Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him.
He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more.
Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore.
Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted.
And now you were here today.
Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend.
He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef.
Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel.
A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend.
When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook.
‘Just got off work. How was your day?’
Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely.
Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing.
Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming.
Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs.
Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun.
Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing.
In a second, guns were raised.
Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi.
Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling.
Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed.
He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain.
Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder.
Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest.
Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean.
“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body.
“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away.
Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh.
“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure.
“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly.
“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable.
“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door.
“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning.
A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly.
”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes.
He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh.
“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell.
“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could.
When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom.
“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room.
“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in.
“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“
He said nothing.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.
Summary: Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything.
A/N: ending the last few hours of the day by wishing a happy 100th to our sweet plum, bucky barnes! // i wrote this in 7 minutes (i timed myself, hurrah) so it’s an incoherent mess. i’ll probably delete this sometime next week xx
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Bucky leans against the headboard of his bed, bringing the covers closer to his body before crossing his arms against his chest. He watches as the second hand of the clock make its way around, hypnotically ticking away.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
In a few minutes, he’ll be 100-years-old, and it baffles him that he’s been on this planet for a century. He’s outlived his parents, his contemporaries, and everything he considered to be home. His age isn’t something he’s too keen on, especially since he’s spent over half of those “one hundred years of life” as a brainwashed weapon for a terrorist organization.
Birthdays are still a weird concept, and he prefers to not make a big deal out of them. He’s requested his teammates to treat it like any other day, and he doesn’t want any special attention. Lucky for him, the Avengers members with a flare for surprises and events are on a mission, and hopefully the rest of the team will oblige to his request.
Summary: Ever since your fateful first encounter with Jungkook, it’s been radio silence in your mind. You’re trying your best to move on. But no matter how hard you try to forget him, life finds away to throw the two of you back together.
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A few weeks later, and any tension between you and Jieun was gone. Currently, she sat in front of her vanity, applying makeup in preparation for the music department’s showcase. Behind her, you stood, curling iron in hand, ready to help.
Jieun glanced back to look at you. “You can go ahead,” she said, nodding towards the tool in your hand. “I’ll just do my makeup at the same time–it’s fine.”
You nodded and got started, making quick work of Jieun’s thick, black hair. Soon, her hair fell in glistening loose waves.
“You look good,” you smiled, kneeling down to unplug the curler from her bedroom wall. “We should get going soon. You know, it would probably be faster if you got ready backstage.”
“Like hell,” Jieun snorted, standing up and smoothing out her small, black dress. “It’s a fight for mirrors. I made the mistake of going backstage in freshman year…never again.”
You laughed as you followed Jieun out of the room. As you passed through your small apartment, you grabbed your bomber jacket from where you had flung it over the couch earlier.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jieun asked, raising an eyebrow critically as she scanned you from head to toe. Self consciously, you squirmed under her gaze. You were wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and a bomber–it was acceptable! “Seriously?”
“What?” you demanded, zipping your jacket up. “This fine. I’m keeping it casual. I’m not the one performing, so it doesn’t matter.”
Jieun just rolled her eyes. She threw on a jacket, too, and together you exited the apartment.
Outside, the air was beginning to cool. The sun had already begun to set, the days becoming shorter and shorter as winter approached. Jieun shivered slightly, the cold nipping at her bare legs.
“See?” you taunted, a smile pulling at your lips. “Wearing pants was a good idea.”
“Oh, shut up!” Jieun exclaimed, elbowing you sharply. There was a short stretch of silence, and then Jieun spoke again. This time, her tone was serious. “Y/N, w-we really need to talk. About…you know. What are you going to do? He’s your soulmate, for god’s sake!”
“What can I do?” you asked resignedly. “He made himself clear.”
“But…you’re meant to be together,” Jieun argued quietly, her eyes full of concern as she glanced at you.
“I can’t change how he feels,” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. Even thinking about Jungkook made your heart ache. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Tonight isn’t about me or Jungkook, okay? It’s your night.”
“I know,” Jieun smiled sadly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re my best friend, you know?”
Later, you find yourself sitting in the cushioned seats of your school’s theatre. All the seats around you were occupied–either by friends or family of the performers. A few of the junior students had performed already, but you didn’t pay much attention. After all, you were only there for Jieun.
You glanced at the program in your hands, flipping through it to pass time. As you read through the pages, you spotted Jieun’s name. The program said she’d be singing two songs, both of them ballads you had heard her sing in the shower for weeks.
The person performing after her was a boy named Kihyun, whom you had met at a few parties. You continued scanning the page, looking for names you recognized. Eventually, your gaze gravitated back to Jieun’s name. As your eyes shifted up the page, your heart stopped.
Your soulmate’s name was printed neatly above Jieun’s, followed by the two songs he would be singing. Your heart began to race, remembering the last time you had heard Jungkook sing.
Before everything fell apart.
In your nervousness, you had begun tapping your leg rapidly. The woman beside you glared at you pointedly, and you forced yourself to sit still. Suddenly, the people around you began to applaud, and your attention snapped to the stage in front of you.
The boy currently on stage was removing his acoustic guitar from his lap. He stood and bowed, some people in the crowd whistling and hollering. Then, the boy turned and exited the stage, the lights dimming as the next act entered.
In the darkness of the auditorium and in the sudden silence of the audience, you heard the Jungkook’s voice for the first time in weeks. It was quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.
You guessed he was nervous. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared, but you resisted the urge to reply to his thoughts. Keeping your mind as blank as possible, you weren’t surprised at the sight in front of you when the lights flickered back on.
At the front of the stage, Jungkook stood, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. His bangs were pushed to the side, and the harsh lighting highlighted Jungkook’s sharp features. He looked more handsome now than ever.
You gulped–and then the music started.
Soon, Jungkook’s sweet voice was flowing throughout the theatre. As he sang, he kept his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed. He was singing a cover of Lost Stars, which fit his voice perfectly. As the song progressed, Jungkook switched to a falsetto, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be carried away by Jungkook’s beautiful voice. His words surrounded you like an embrace, and you wished those loving lyrics were for you.
Needless to say, you couldn’t be blamed for being unable to focus on the rest of the performances following Jungkook’s.
Jieun clung to your arm, her breath already reeking of alcohol. Around you, a swelling mass of people moved, and deafening electronic music thudded in the background.
“Come on, Y/N,” Jieun slurred, giggling at herself. “Just have a drink with me! It won’t kill you.”
“I didn’t plan on coming to your afterparty,” you frowned, trying to discreetly lead your friend towards the front door. She noticed and stomped her foot.
“You’re so mean!” Jieun whined. “You owe me. You didn’t even pay attention to my performance! I could tell y-you were still thinking about Jungkook!”
“Shh!” you hissed, covering her mouth with your hand. “Fine! I’ll drink. Shit, Jieun. Don’t…talk about that here, okay?”
“‘Kay!” Jieun chirped triumphantly, dragging you to the kitchen with surprising strength.
Inside the kitchen, there was a crowd of very drunk people chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!”
Somehow, Jieun was able to produce a shot glass filled with tequila. Sighing, you grabbed it and threw it back. A few shots later, you were as sloppy as everyone else. Your friend had disappeared, leaving you with your new friends in the kitchen.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure appear in the entryway of the room. It was Jungkook.
“I’ll be back,” you mumbled, turning to follow your soulmate with newfound courage, no doubt from all the tequila you had just consumed.
The crowd in the living room had dispersed a little bit, allowing you to spot Jungkook quite easily. He leaning against the back of the couch surrounded by a group of his friends, an arm slung over the shoulders of another girl. He held a can of beer in his other hand.
Impulsively, you stormed towards to your soulmate, feeling the frustration and hurt you had buried so well resurface. It also irked you to see Jungkook cozying up with another girl when he knew. You staggered up to Jungkook’s group, pushing past two guys to stand directly in front of your soulmate.
“What the fuck?” one guy spat, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder. You paid him no mind, shaking him off.
“Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled, your words slurring together, as you crossed your arms. “We needta talk.”
Suddenly, rough hands spun you around. The guy you had pushed earlier was glaring down at you, positively seething.
“Look at me when talk to you, bitch,” the guy seethed, and you winced as his grip on your arm tightened. Then, he was staggering backwards as if he had been pushed. And it was because he had been. Jungkook stood tall beside you, his expression stony.
“Don’t touch her,” he warned quietly, his voice threatening. Then he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from his friends and out of the living room. Behind you, Jungkook’s friends were openmouthed in surprise.
Jungkook guided to to a secluded hallway, dropping your hand immediately after he stopped walking. He turned to look at you, his expression icy.
“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he said, his eyes guarded. Jungkook’s lips were set in a straight line, and you thought they looked much better when he was singing earlier that night.
“You did, but you were also being an asshole,” you replied, feeling a little more sober than a few moments ago. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation. Bravely, you looked into Jungkook’s uncaring eyes. “It’s great that you feel that way. I get it, okay? But it’s not all about you, and we need to talk about this.”
“There’s nothing left to say!” Jungkook exclaimed, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’ve already explained myself to you.”
“No, you haven’t,” you snapped. “You told me to forget about what had happened. But why? You’ve explained absolutely nothing. I don’t know how you feel, let alone how I feel!”
“You want to know how I feel?” Jungkook laughed coldly. “Like I said, there’s not much to say. I don’t feel anything.”
“That’s bullshit!” you cried, feeling angry tears pool in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously. “We’ve been talking for years, Jungkook. You’re not like this…I know you’re not.”
“You know nothing,” Jungkook hissed, backing you up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the plaster, caging you in with his arms. Still, you stared at him, defiant. “Sure, it was fun to play pretend. But that wasn’t me, it won’t ever be me. I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll change for you, because I never will.”
“I’m not asking you to change,” you replied. “You’re making all these assumptions–”
“You should be asking,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice quiet. His arms dropped from around you and he stepped back. His words rang with finality. “If you knew who I really am, you’d ask.”
“Jungkook!” someone called shrilly from around the corner. The girl from before–the one who Jungkook had been sitting with–appeared, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors as she approached. “I was looking for you.”
“Well, you found me,” Jungkook smirked, all traces of your conversation cast away in the blink of an eye. He slipped his arm around the girl’s waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.
You bit your lip, your heart stinging painfully.
“What are you looking at?” the girl spat when she saw you still standing there awkwardly.
Jungkook paid you and the girl’s protests no mind. He caught the girl’s lips with his, his tongue slipping obscenely into her mouth. The girl moaned and pressed further against Jungkook. His hands wandered deviously, one hand slipping underneath the girl’s shirt.
Your eyes blurred with tears, and you hurried away before Jungkook and the girl had the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Blindly, you stumbled towards the front door of the fraternity house–at least that was where you thought you were.
In the distance, you thought you heard someone calling your name. Still, you didn’t stop. You were eager to escape this crowded building. The heat and the constant noise were suffocating you. Finally, you reached the door, your hands searching for the knob.
Eventually, you located it. You turned the doorknob with haste, inhaling deeply as you stepped into the crisp, autumn air. You closed the door behind you and continued on aimlessly, your eyes unfocused with unshed tears.
Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, and you kept your eyes cast skyward as you tried not to cry. You weren’t sure where you were going or how long you had been walking. You just kept going, because it was easier than thinking.
Hurt was still radiating through you, and you wondered why you were still pretending to be fine. You glanced at the ground and let a few tears fall, your vision clearing.
But by then, it was already too late. You looked up just in time to see the bright headlights of an incoming car.
And then, everything went dark.
The last thing you heard was Jungkook’s voice, ringing loudly in your mind.
“Y/N? What’s going on? Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”
- Girl in Luv
Okay…another cliffhanger. I’m sorryyyyyyyy! Also I just wanted to say this: I was absolutely shocked by the support I received from the first part of this series. I just wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond! So, I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment. Stay tuned for part three, and tell me what you think so far! Thanks again, guys 💛
L-Corp stands tall and bright, not quite looming overhead, but there’s no mistaking it. Usually when Kara flies over at this time of night, only a few lights are left on, but now it’s a beacon against the stars.
There’s a faint heartbeat in her ears, steady and sure, and Kara follows it as she steps through the doors. The guards barely offer her a glance anymore, waving her through after she steps through the detector.
Her back aches, and her shoulders protest as her arms hang by her sides. She needs to go home and curl up under the blankets, hide away from whatever is her fate at the hands of Snapper in the morning.
(Okay, I know this is long; I know. But seriously I can’t help the fact that I want to fill entire books with how adorably cute those two are! <3 So grab your snacks and drinks and dive in hahaha! Also I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late and I’m way tired to notice my mistakes. I hope you all like it guys!!!)
Two days had passed since the night Betty Cooper had
stormed inside the Blue & Gold office like a wild force of nature, catching
Jughead on the act as well as learning about his secret of not having a place
of his own anymore, and coexisting under the same roof was going smoothly for
the two friends. Every morning they would wake up way earlier than most people
in their town, and especially than Betty’s parents, and Jughead, although not
being a morning person, would sneak out with a grateful smile plastered on his
lips and hands full with every new snack Betty seemed to always prepare for him,
and every night she would sneak him back in once she knew her parents were
retired to their bedroom for the night. Their system seemed to be flawless.
Today was a low-key Wednesday night and the first time
they had the house entirely to themselves, since the Coopers had yet another
late night at the newspaper, the two teens finally enjoying some peace and
quiet without closed doors and hush whispers. Betty was sprawled over the bed,
text books and colorful markers all around her as the blonde girl was trying to
finish her homework, elbow holding herself up and chin resting on her palm,
head aching over an answer sheet and calves crossing and uncrossing behind her.
Jughead was over the window with blinds shut – he had made Betty promise that
his secret would stay between them – sitting comfortably on her white desk
chair and having his long legs crossed at the ankles, outstretched against the
wooden window frame, while typing furiously on his laptop that rested on his
lap. Since no one was at home he didn’t have to lurk at his usual booth at
Pop’s. Plus, he found Betty’s presence a very good remedy for writer’s block.
The Romanov women who were celebrated as great beauties in their day:
Empress Elizaveta I Petrovna (1709-1762)
“She is a beauty the like of which I have never seen … an amazing complexion, glowing eyes, a perfect mouth, a throat and bosom of rare whiteness. She is tall in stature, and her temperament is very lively. One senses in her a great deal of intelligence and affability, but also a certain ambition.”
Empress Elizaveta Alexeievna (1779-1826)
“Her features were fine and even, and her face a perfect oval; her beautiful complexion was not high in colour but its delicacy was totally in keeping with her expression, one of angelic sweetness. Her fair ash coloured hair floated about her neck and forehead. She was dressed in a simple white tunic, gathered by a belt knotted simply around a waist slender as a nymph´s. This young woman appeared exactly as I have described her, standing against the backdrop of an appartment ornamented with classical columns and draped in pink and silver gauze; she looked so ravishing I cried out, “Psyche!” It was in fact Princess Elisabeth, wife of Alexander.”
Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna (1798-1860)
“The Empress is a tall graceful figure … her little head beautifully set and her expression pleasing and features regular, her hands and arms beautifully shaped and an air of imperial dignity and grace I never saw before. Her dress was perfect - simple and of dazzling whiteness, with a necklace, fringe, drops, etc. that I can only compare to dark blue glass eggs for never did I see their like.”
Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna (1822-1892)
“The Grand Duchess Olga, the second of the emperor´s daughter, has no rival in beauty among the Princesses of Europe, an in this instance, flattery, in asserting her to be the loveliest girl in her father´s dominion, scarcely outstrips the truth.”
Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna (1830-1911)
[Alexandra] loved the Russian extravangance and magnificence, which was entirely in keeping with her extraordinary beauty, her marvelous hair in particular. A few considred that she resembled Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, whose style of dress Sanny copied. All of Europe spoke of her astonishing jewels, of her pearl necklace, in which each pearl was the size of a nut. … [She] always took a passionate interest in anything which related to the beauty of other women. With typical feminine jealousy she would ask: “Who is the more beautiful, the Empress of Austria or I?” The Empress´s beauty was much praised, and the Grand Duchess Konstantin worried: “Is my hair as fine as the Empress´s? Don´t you think we have the same figure?”
Grand Duchess Elizaveta Fyodorovna (1864-1918)
“I like Ella very, very much. She is so feminine; her beauty is something I will never tire of. Her eyes are extraordinarily beautifully defined and her look is so calm and gentle. Despite her gentle nature and her shyness, one sense in her a certain self-assurance, a recognition of her own strength … [Her husband] was talking to me about his wife and he was enraptured by her, full of her praises.”
Princess Irina Alexandrovna (1895-1970):
“One day when I was out riding I met a very beautiful girl accompanied by an elderly lady. Our eyes met and she made such an impression on me that I reined in my horse to gaze at her as she walked on … [Another time] I had plenty of time to admire the wondrous beauty of the girl who was eventually to become my wife and lifelong companion. She had beautiful features, clear-cut as a cameo, and looked very like her father."
Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna (1897-1918)
“She’s a grand princess from head to toe, so aristocratic and regal. Her face is pale matte, only the cheeks are slightly rosy, as if pink satin is trying to escape from just under her thin skin. Her profile is flawlessly beautiful, as if cut from marble by a great artist. The widely set eyes provide uniqueness and originality to her face.”
Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna (1899-1918)
“Maria Nikolaevna can easily be called a Russian beauty. Tall, healthy, with sable eyebrows and a bright blush on her open Russian face, she is especially lovely to a Russian heart. You look at her and involuntarily imagine her dressed in the Russian boyar’s sarafan; snowy muslin sleeves around her hands; on the highly decorated bodice semi-precious stone; and above her white brow, a kokoshnik with the traditional pearls. Her eyes illuminate her entire face by a unique, radiant luster; they sometimes seem black as long eyelashes throw shadows over the bright blush of her soft cheeks.”
Her skin is an inverted night sky, pale as snow with black stars like freckles covering her head to toe. She giggles when you connect the stars to create pictures.
She has the most beautiful deer horns made of silver, decorated with intricate carvings from long ago. It sends wonderful shivers down her spine when you trace the carvings with your fingers.
Her hair is as soft as silk, naturally the colors of the deep sea, and adorned with roses that bloom while she is awake. If she allows, you may take a petal and watch as it turns into a beautiful charm. Wear it and her spirit will protect you on your journeys.
Her eyes are large and black, and if you are deemed worthy, you may look into them and see into her thoughts, watching them fly by like comets.
Her lips are the color of cherries and when you cannot sleep at night, they will part to sing you a lullaby and they will press against yours for comfort.
Hidden behind the soft cherries of her lips are two pointed canines that she will use to rip the flesh of anyone who has done you wrong.
Her nails are sharp like claws, yet she won’t use them to harm you, but she’d love for you to paint them the colors of the sunset.
A long tail with fur matching the hair on her head comes from her lower back. When you’re scared, she will wrap it around you and you may use it as a shield to protect you from your demons.
Her feet are paws, if you scratch the pads gently, you can hear her purr softly and watch as she drifts into sleep.
She will love you, protect you, kill and die for you, be there for you. But could you do the same for her?
Whatever you do, don’t imagine Harry on his wedding day.
…okay fuck that. Let me paint the picture for you.
They’re all getting ready for the big day. James in the background mentally going over his speech. He got ordained so he could hold the ceremony and even though he loves a joke, he takes this task very seriously.
Jeff is hanging around somewhere, too, but he’s on the phone again, probably checking in on Glenne for the tenth time in the last half hour (which means actually checking in on Harry’s bride because he came to care about her almost as much as he did for Harry which was a whole fucking lot).
The other groomsmen were also milling about in the small room, straightening out collars and suit jackets, tying shoes and checking their hair in the mirror.
Harry feels himself gradually getting more nervous and this stupid fucking tie just… won’t… do what it’s supposed to.
It slips out. Quiet and rushed, the words forming and letting loose before she can think anything other than please say yes. Kara freezes, noodles halfway to her mouth as she looks between them, and Lena almost takes them back.
(They’ve been doing this- meetings under the guise of interviews, the latest on L-Corp- for weeks.
Somewhere, between hands brushing just so as they pass food back and forth, it’s become featherlight kisses on the corner of her mouth when Kara leaves, promises to call when the other is free and texting whenever they can.
Somewhere, Kara has went from her only friend in National City to something. Something that makes her heart race with possibility and ache with the thought of its loss if she pushes.)
And another lovely scene by @panda-capuccino for the lovely Reylux work “Codega”.
stopped in front of her and gave her a once-over from toes to head. She could
not see his eyes, but she could feel them silently assessing her and her
readiness. She barely stopped herself from fidgeting with her clothes under his
gaze. She was wearing her black training leggings and long undershirt, but had
topped the ensemble off with a sleeveless tunic made of what seemed to be the
same material as Kylo’s robe; the material was thick and would stand up well
against a number of different weapons. A leather belt rounded out the ensemble,
on which her lightsaber was clipped. On the other side was clipped an
expandable quarterstaff, and a thigh holster on her right leg held a blaster
pistol. She hadn’t exactly been sure which weapons would be appropriate, and so
had tracked Asha Ren down in the armory just under an hour ago. The
quarterstaff and pistol had been the Knight’s idea, and Rey had to admit that
she felt comfortable with their use. She had not practiced much with her
lightsaber, but she trusted her Master to not leader her into any situation
where she could not handle herself with one or the other of her weapons.
you are prepared adequately,” he stated after he had finished raking his
eyes over her. Rey shivered with a mixture of pride and that feeling she got
every time she saw him in his mask; she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to
hearing him speak through the blasted thing. “I have something for
you,” he added after another moment. He motioned for her to follow him
through the hangar doors, across the hangar, and up the ramp into his shuttle.
Reaching down for something on one of the jump seats, he directed her to turn
around with a twist of his fingers.
him crowd behind her, towering over her form as he draped a fold of cloth
across the front of her neck and over her shoulders. His gloved hands deftly
adjusted the fabric and Rey heard the click of a pin locking in place on each
of her shoulders. He gripped her by the shoulders once he was done, but didn’t
make a move to turn her around. Rey was glad for the emptiness of the vessel,
as she could feel her cheeks redden and her breaths were coming quicker. She
could feel him behind her, even though there was likely a foot of space between
their bodies, and she was overly aware of their only point of contact through
her layers of clothes and his gloves.
Requests: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is also a witch and with Kai. Just after he died the reader found out she was pregnant. She had twins (whatever genders). When Kai came back in the latest episode, Damon calls her to tell her that he’s back when him and Kai are in the car and Kai hears the twins in the background (maybe they call her mom or something and he knows she’s their mother). Then the reader brings the twins to see him? Thanks xx” (Credits to gif owners!)
“You guys be good, Damon is calling.” Y/N gave a stern look to her son who was about to tackle his sister. The twins stopped, nodded and sat on the floor together to watch cartoons. The ringing phone reminded Y/N that she had to answer soon or else it would go straight to voicemail. Lately when Damon called it was important. She gave it a second after pressing the answer button, “Hello?”
Damon was in the car. She knew that much. A window was down and there was heavy breathing. “Y/N!” She knew the vampire was smiling. “How is my favorite…household?” Y/N wiped her forehead. What? “Uh look, you don’t have to answer that.” He was struggling. “Can uh…can you stop by my place? Say, ten minutes?”
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
Tags: at the end
A/N: I’m really sorry for the delay but sometimes life happens and I didn’t had so much time thos past days, hoppefully I’ll update sooner the next chapter. Thank you so much everyone! :)
Your steps and Steve’s are the only sound breaking the solemn silence of the royal hall. He has tried to stablish a cordial conversation with you but you are just focused on his previous words.
“We have to prepare you for your wedding”
Well, damn, you had totally forgotten about your part of the deal. You are about to get married, and with a stranger.
- Are you okay? - Steve asks you softly
- Yes… - he doesn’t believe it, you neither
Before he can keep persuading you a tall young woman crosses paths with you and Steve, her eyes blown open when she looks at you
- Sila, what a happy coincidence - Steve greets her
- Sir - with a serene smile she bows at him
- We were searching for you
- Hi - you salute the, now you can sense, omega
- Hello - she then looks at you, and you feel like she knows you from somewhere else, and she doesn’t like you
- Well, Sila, this is Y/N, Y/N, Sila - Steve introduces you - She will be the one who will help you with the wedding arrangemetns and to understand the traditions
- Oh thank you - you breathe relieved knowing that you will be acompanied by a woman in those times of unrest, and even better if she is an omega
- Sure, Sir - she nods at Steve - Please follow me
Without even looking at you she starts walking undoing the path she just made, you wave at Steve and follow the graceful woman. The air between you doesn’t incite a conversation so you dedicate the time to observe the majestic rooms by which the woman leads you. When you cross one specially decorated with large windows you can’t help but staring at the sunny day outside and at the beautiful clear lake that peeks among the trees near the palace, you make a mental note to visit that beautiful place sometime.
I needed a break from studying! Hopefully it’s
not too bad! Let me know what you think :) You guys know I love Viviane and Kallias!
Smut at the end ;)
Viviane had been slowly weeding through files, stacks of
papers, and reports confirming the movement of more of their resources towards
the western border of the Winter Court.
Amarantha and her forces had been particularly brutal to the
villages and towns set up there and they needed food and blankets and temporary
In the years since Kallias had been trapped Under the
Mountain, Viviane had been offering shelter in their small city to those who
Viviane ran a hand down her face and let out a deep sigh,
she couldn’t focus−not on this. Not when
she had just heard of the news from Under the Mountain.
He was coming home.
The details on how, exactly, he had gotten out, were
unclear; but that didn’t matter. All
that mattered was that he was coming home.
In the days and hours waiting for things to get settled,
waiting for him to come back, Viviane had tried to keep herself occupied, tried
to think of anything to do that would distract her from the crushing weight of
not seeing him for fifty years.
Cauldron, what would she even say to Kallias? Fifty years
she had searched and searched to find a way to free him, to bring Kallias back
to her, and she never had. And now, in a
mere matter of moments, or hours, or days, he would be back, he would be
free. Free to feel the cold wind blow
across his face, free to use that foreboding ice magic that rested under his
veins to make it snow.
There was a slam of a door in the foyer downstairs and
Viviane’s heart stopped dead in her chest and she let out a noise that could
have been a sob.
Before she could even think about the next few seconds, her
body took over and she jumped to her feet, running down the stairs so fast she
almost lost her footing on one of the steps.
She slowed down as she stood in front of him.
Kallias was thinner, less muscular, but fifty years in a prison would do that to someone. His skin was an ashen color, but his eye were the usual bright blue they had always been.
It took her fifty years to realize what she felt for him.
Kallias had kept this secret from her for so long, not
wanting to risk her safety, and yet he hadn’t understood that she wouldn’t have
wanted to be without him. She would have
gone under that mountain with him, just so he wouldn’t have had to suffer those
daily horrors alone.
Of course she knew why he had kept her distanced from him,
and at the time she had been broken and sad that her friend had turned High
Lord, only to forget about her, but when Kallias had flung out that power to
tell her that he loved her, to tell her what was happening to him, she forgave
him, and she had understood why he did it.
So as Kallias stood in the foyer of the Winter palace, Viviane did
not hesitate as she reached up to cup his cold face in her hands and brought
his mouth down to hers.
Kissing Kallias was like a missing piece of her had finally
shifted into place. His lips were warm
and soft and the kiss was gentle.
Her hands were on his cheeks and he seemed to come to his senses and
wrapped his arms around her back.
Kallias smelled like pine and fresh air. Wind and snow. The smell of him cleared Viviane’s lungs.
Viviane was dizzy from want and desire and just pure
undiluted happiness that he was here.
He moved his mouth off her and wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her close to him. Viviane
wrapped her arms under his shoulders as one of his hands twined in her hair and
his chin rested on the top of her head.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck and just breathed him,
running a soothing hand up and down his back.
Viviane felt a drop of something fall onto her head and realized that he
was crying. She pulled back from him and
brushed his tears away with her thumbs, kissing him on the sweetly on the cheek.
“I love you too, Kallias.” She didn’t dare whisper it; for
fear that he wouldn’t hear her.
Fifty years Viviane had waited to tell him those words,
silent tears ran down her face, “My love,” he said, “You can’t cry too.” and as he laughed, the hole in Viviane’s chest began to close up, filled with so much love and joy and happiness.
Kallias started to sway, they both did, and she sat them
down on the floor right there in the middle of the foyer.
“I love you.” he whispered to her, “I have my whole life.” She had only heard those words one other time and they had been spoken in desperation and anguish. Now he said them lovingly and slowly, as if they had all the time in the world.
Viviane wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, wrapped
against each other−she sat in his lap and he rested his forehead against her collarbone−both
of them just content to stay there together for as long as possible. Viviane couldn’t believe that he was in front
of her and she thought that Kallias might be thinking the same thing from the
way his hands ran down her arms every so often and he shuddered against her.
Hours passed, or maybe it was only a few minutes, but Kallias pulled away from her and he seemed to want to tell her something, but couldn’t meet her gaze, like he didn’t know how to tell her.
“Kallias?” she began.
“Viviane, you’re my mate.” he waited a moment to let his words sink in, then continued, “That’s why I kept you on border patrol all
those years leading up to Under the Mountain.” he swallowed again and held her gaze,
“Because I didn’t want her finding out about you, using you against
“We’re mates?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” he whispered. There was sadness and worry in his eyes, but he
nodded. Viviane hadn’t felt the bond yet
but she believed him when he said it. A
wave of insurmountable joy crashed through her.
This beautiful strong male was her mate.
She pulled him closer and kissed him again. She never wanted to stop kissing
Kallias stood them up and pressed his forehead against her own, taking in a deep breath before he withdrew.
He bent down and lifted one knee up, “Marry me,
Viviane. Make me the happiest male in
all of Prythian.”
Viviane had never seen him so frantic before, but she had also never seen him smile so wide and freely. Her heart ached as she looked down at him, a smile spreading across her own face.
“Yes.” she told him, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” she laughed as he stood up and spun her around, burying his face in her neck.
All Viviane had ever wanted was for Kallias to come home safe and in one piece; this was so much more than she could ever has asked for, but she would thank the mother and the cauldron every damn day for what they gave her.
An hour earlier, Viviane had never known such happiness, as her and Kallias had crept out of the palace, the occupants unaware that their High Lord had returned home.
They had crept out and they had found a priestess and she had married her best friend.
Now they returned home and she had taken him up to his office, the one that she had been using for the past fifty years.
When he entered, Kallias looked around. He noticed the papers on the desk, the drink glasses scattered around, a weapon here and there…
“I haven’t thanked you yet,” he held her hand, “For protecting them all this time. You’ve done a great job, better than I could have ever done.” he laughed as he kissed her lips. “Maybe you should be High Lord,” he joked.
laughed about it, but Vivian could see that leaving her hear had hurt him just
as much as him being in Under the mountain had hurt her. Fifty years had gone by and he had no idea if she was alright,
if she was angry at him. She wondered if he had heard about the children. She would have to tell him soon.
Viv.” He said gently. “Not tonight, lets
not talk about it tonight.” The meetings could wait. The stories could wait. As much as Viviane desperately wanted to know
how Amarantha had died and how he had gotten out, she agreed. It could wait; she had… other plans for
tonight. She gave him a feline smirk,
and he knew just what she was thinking.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.
“I have other plans tonight, and they don’t involvediscussing battle plans,” he said. “As much as I would love to listen to all the wonderful plans you have swirling around in that beautiful head of yours.” He pressed a kiss below her ear and when he pulled back he smiled at her. Kallias’ promising smile practically set Viviane on fire, her toes curling.
He brought her to his room. Viviane had been staying there for the past twenty years.
After so long without him, she was afraid she would never see him again and had occupied his room as a way to fill the Kallias shaped hole in her chest.
“Tonight,” he whispered a breath from her lips, his eyes heavy with want, “tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife. My mate.”
Kallias pulled her close and kissed her, his hands becomming more desperate on her, trailing past her
hips to grip her face.
held her face gently in his hands as his tongue brushed against the seam of her
lips and she opened her mouth to his.
Viviane ran her hands down his strong chest, and his hands guided her
mouth against his.
She backed him up against the bed until he was sitting down on the edge and she sat down on top of him, straddled between his legs.
Kallias’ hands roamed her thighs and ran along her back, pushing her further against him. She reached down to peel of his shirt, pulling back from the kiss to enjoy the view.
As he played with the ties on the back of her own dress, Viviane ran her fingers along the waist band of his pants. Playfully tugging the band there and running her fingers along him. She nipped at his ear and kissed his neck and Kallias let out a groan that made heat pool in her core.
Once the laces of her dress were undone and the dress was off, Kallias let his fingers softly brush her skin as he took her in, then flipped them over so that she was pinned beneath him.
Viviane reached between her to undo to lace of his pants where he was straining and made quick work of pulling them off and tossing them to the side of the bed.
He kissed a path down from her jaw, to her neck, then her collarbone, kissing down the valley of her chest before he took one
of her nipples in his mouth. She sighed at the feeling on his mouth on her and threaded her
fingers through his soft white hair. His other hand was
massaging her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his
fingers. Viviane’s breathing spiked and became heavier, and just as she let out a moan, he moved from her breast and traveled lower down her body. He kissed down the planes of her stomach before resting in between her legs. He looked up at her and placed a tantalizing kiss at the apex of her thighs.
He kissed the inside of her thighs as he slowly pulled off her undergarments, then he brushed his tongue
through her center and Viviane let out quiet moan.
His strong hands
wrapped around her hips to keep her pinned in place, to stop her from
squirming so much. She moaned again as she tried to grind against his
mouth, helpless to the pleasure of him tasting her. Viviane couldn’t form thoughts, every
sense in her body focused on her husband between her legs. When she gasped for a breath, her chest
rising rapidly, he looked up at her from between her thighs. The sight practically unhinged her right
She tangled her hands in his hair and he growled against her center.
Her breathing was fast and uneven and she was close, so close.
She told him as much.
“Kallias-,” Viviane covered her mouth, searching for something to hold onto because she was very near to falling off the edge of the world.
Kallias gripped her hand by her side and interlaced their fingers as he worked
his tongue faster before sending her over the edge, her breathing coming in short gasps before she let out a deep moan.
Before her breathing could slow she reached for him and pulled him towards her.
As Kallias again came over her he kissed her neck, biting the skin there softly, and making sure to leave marks behind. Viviane hoped her left marks, wanted him too. She wanted them to last for days because she never wanted to forget this moment.
Kallias wasted no time in nudging her
legs further apart and thrusting into her.
She was dripping for him, and when he began to move something clicked into place. She kissed him again and again as he moved in and out of her.
“Mine,” she growled, nipping at his bottom lip. “My mate.” Kallias smile was wicked as he pulled back slightly to run a broad hand from her throat down to her thighs, then back up to reach for her hand as he kissed their entwined hands.
His pace became quicker and their breathing faster, even as his hands were gentle with her, would always be gentle with her, would always love her-
Viviane moved her hips in time with his, grinding against him and making Kallias hiss in pleasure. She kissed him over and over and both of their bodies became slick with sweat. Every inch of Viviane tightened and her control broke as he whispered into her soul, along that mate bond that shown so bright and clearly now, “I love you.”
His name feel from her mouth as she climaxed. Over and over she breathed,
Kallias, Kallias, Kallias,
As release tore through her body again, she brought Kallias with her.
Silence fell, interrupted only by their panting breaths. Viviane took her mates face between her hands and made him look at her. His eyes were sparkling blue, like ice chips hewn from a glacier.
Viviane smiled at Kallias as she let the mating bond pull between them.
Both of them laid there, lazily touching each other, wrapped in each others arms.
Kallias laid there as Viviane kissed the base of his throat. “I’ll be right back.” she whispered against his skin. He whined at the loss her warmth and reached out an arm to follow her.
He watched Viviane disappear in the closet momentarily before returning with a box in her hands.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and he sat up a bit more as well. She was still blissfully naked and he admired her once more. Love for his mate soared through his chest at the sight of her in his room, a slight smile on her lips.
She opened the box and a beautiful crown of ice was held before him.
The one he had worn under the mountain was not his true one, he had left it back at the palace that day. Viviane, it seemed, had taken care of it, for it sparkled under the dim lighting of the room.
She shifted closer and brushed down some of his hair that she had misplace. He smiled at the memory, and then she placed the diamond and ice crown atop his head and kissed his lips once before pulling back.
She looked on at him in loving admiration, he pulled her closer to him and leaned her back on the bed again and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for taking care of it for me.” he gae her a roguish grin.
Kallias leaned in to kiss her neck, Viviane laughing beneath him as he did. Kallias took the crown from off his head and placed it above her own.
Viviane stopped laughing as his crown perched precariously atop her white hair. She looked like a queen.
“What?” she asked when she noticed his gaze.
“I want you to wear my crown.” he told her, wickedness sliding into his voice. “Only the crown.”
Viviane smiled and he leaned in smoothly to brush a kiss to her lips and pressed her back against the soft pillows…
I swear these fae males and their crowns^^ Rhys first, now Kallias, send help, I love them all so much! ;)
Sometimes, most times, she isn’t sure she deserves this happiness.
Like right now, sitting in the speckled morning sunlight of their tiny kitchen, legs swinging from the countertop, hot mug of coffee warming her fingers, as she watches the love of her life make pancakes. He’s telling a story and poking fun at himself to make her laugh. She doesn’t miss the pleased smile he tucks away when it works.
Percy gets batter splattered on his cheek and she loops a foot around his leg to pull him closer. He moves into her space effortlessly, fitting there without taking up any extra room. A small smile pressing his lips together and crinkling the skin around his eyes and he looks at her with those eyes of his and it’s one of those times when she can’t believe.
She can’t believe she deserves this, him.
(But then again, she can. She can believe that they are two souls who have been aching and aching with hurt and right now they deserve to be healing together.)
Annabeth puts down her coffee and swipes the batter off his cheek, watching him follow her movements. She dusts a kiss over the freckles on his nose and smiles when he laughs. Her cheeks ache so much with smiling and she only smiles more when he presses them between her palms, scrunching his nose right up to hers.
And this happiness. This bubbling, settling, silly happiness just fills her up and up and up. She loves this boy. From the top of his sleep-mussed hair to his finger-toes. In the corner of their own kitchen, with a cheesy song serenading them from the radio, and her boyfriend kissing smiles to her mouth, Annabeth feels so happy she can feel it spilling over and over.
(When she sees his happiness shining back at her, she knows they deserve this.)
She leans back just enough to see his face and tilts her head.
“What should we do today?” he asks her.
“This,” she says, chasing his lips, “and this and this and this.”