#amomentxofhappiness

[troublesomemix]

CLOSED with @amomentxofhappiness || run baby rabbit, run

Everything happened so fast. Charlotte was resisting a mental breakdown, the urge to hyperventilate lingering. If Thor wasn't the one leading them out of there she probably would have. Broken down from fear for others more than herself, and she probably wouldn't have made it out of the palace. With each turn she kept her hand in Thor's simply so she didn't lose him in the dash out of the palace, through the garage and to one of the cars. Her head was focused entirely on her brother ( and the rest of her family ) and the unknown outcome. She shook a little in the passenger seat, the echo of the g*nshot lingering in her head.

[ofxinnocencewrites]

Surprise starter for Thor x Rachel ( @amomentxofhappiness )

It had been months since the burial of Lockwood. Over the months, the pain had dulled but it was still there. Rachel had always been there for Thor and like she had promised both him and Wanda, she hadn't left. She wanted to be there for him, she could not leave him.

"Thor, are you here?" She yelled as she walked into the farm next to her family's own. It was time for their weekly walk over the grounds again. They had started it, at first walking along in silence but later, they talked about lots of different things. He knew more about her than her sisters did by now. Not that was too strange because the two of them had left the farm years ago. But he knew even things that she had never told those two.

Rachel leaned against the doorpost of the living room, catching sight of the man on the couch. "Thor," she said again, a bit louder, to wake him up. "Get your lazy ass up off that couch and let's get going."

[thedevilsbckbone]

Closed starter for @amomentxofhappiness continued from here

Desiree was relieved that Ted didn't shoot down her request but in the same breath she felt even more nerves wrack her body. She couldn't even remember the last time she felt this nervous in her life. Still, she was trying her best to appear as collected as she possibly could, knowing that Felix could come back out at any time and the last thing she wanted was for the little boy to see her upset. As Ted continued, asking her if she were sick, Desiree's eyes dropped as she notice his hand move towards her. In a moment of panic, she turned away to shut the door.

"No, I'm not sick—" she said quickly though that wasn't really all that true. The real truth of the matter was she couldn't take his touch right now, it was just too much in general. Not to mention it was a moment of weakness like this that caused them to end up in this situation in the first place. Conflicting feelings churning inside her stomach, Des took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself one last time before she turned back towards her ex. "—but no...everything is not okay." Her words much softer than before, trying to keep the conversation away from tiny prying ears. "I'm pregnant." she said as she finally met gaze. "My doctor confirmed it yesterday... I'm seven weeks along." She let the info hang in the air, knowing it wouldn't take him very long to string the pieces together.

[troublesomemix]

“ --Took long enough.” For all the moments Gabriel teased now just felt like the wrong time for it. Didn't stop it from slipping out though. Serious and lighthearted all at once. There was so much to unwrap and plan moving forward but all he wanted to do was bask in this moment. Let the rest of the world fade away until only they remain. But he doubt that Wanda would let him get away with such frivolous things, let alone hi smother...his sister...the rest of the world. dumbasses. not that Wanda was a dumbass, but the idea itself... another thing to add to the list of what to do when he was king. Remove himself from the world whenever he felt like it and take whoever he wanted with them, no arguing allowed.

The before, the after, gods the sex alone was perfect. Timing may not be perfect but he wasn't about to say that there was a single ounce of regret about what just happened between them. If there was tension before, it was going to be even worse now. Gabriel stared for as long as he could, brushing her hair away from her face and studying what it felt like to be this close. Until the cramp started in his leg and he felt himself twitch and begin to soften. “ Here we go, ” he murmured, slow. There wasn't much to clean up after, but he pulled out quickly, reaching for a blanket that was draped over the back of a nearby chair. It would have to do. The prince cleaned himself up as much as he possibly could before handing it to Wanda, searching around for his pants to finish getting dressed. As quiet as their little bubble was, there was still every possibility of being walked in on.

Wanda had a retort for that. She meant to tease him about talking about his mother while having sex but she was so very close and he was doing this *so well* that it just slipped her mind. Everything was slipping her mind--her misgivings, her doubts, hesitation, all the reasons why she should not be under him, gladly taking him in and staring at him as she was about to come. Also the fact that he called her zarina in that tone was only pushing her further, she wondered if she'd feel the same chill cursing through her if he did in a different setting.

She would have flashbacks to this moment every time he'd see him now and she knew it. And she was okay with it. She was more than okay with everything right now, not letting reality slip into thia moment and ruin it. This moment was perfect. They were perfect together and she'd treasure it for all time.

As her orgasm continued to course through her and she felt him spill into her she didn't look away, eyes fluttering closed from time to time, muffling sounds against his lips, slower, softer kisses as they rush washed through them. She didn't want to move, she wanted to stay like this, running her fingertips over side back and sides slowly for hours as he kept himself inside her. She wanted to do this everyday-maybe not over his desk-but she couldn't, could she? But she wasn't going to ruin this perfect moment with reality. She also didn't want to talk or move.

"So… that happened," she whispered setting her arm around his back as the other kept running slowly over his sides, a little smile on her lips before pressing a soft kiss on his lips again, brushing the tip of her nose against his.

[florxdexcerezos]

@amomentxofhappiness asked for the Alves sisters

"You certainly enjoyed yourself at the modiste." Meeka teased upon exiting the carriage, extending her hand for her younger sister.

A pale hand came out from the carriage to grab Meeka's before out stepped Maly. "Can you blame me? English fashion has its own charm, I was quite fascinated with all the fabrics and colour options they had. Even the materials for the wedding dresses were inspiring."

They linked arms before starting their walk up to the front door. "Most of it is French, sister, though, did you see the way she looked at you when you spoke French? Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates."

"is that why you reminded me to speak English?" Their conversation was softly spoken, as they were brought up to the tea room.

"Aside from being proper manners in good company, yes."

"The dishonesty." "The audacity."

They fell silent as they were brought into the room after being introduced.

"Ladies Mekayla and Violeta Alves."

[the-life-we-fear]

@amomentxofhappiness

One moment, she was Princess Liana, learning from her father to be the best queen she could become one day. The next, she was sitting over The King's lifeless body, watching the last breath of air come out of him. Now a Queen. A New Queen who was harboring a fugitive from Asgard. Has been under her father's nose for two years. And the worst part, was Liana was in love with him. And now she was his Queen.

Liana stood, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she walked out of her father's room. She could barely see in front of her let alone the servants and guards who now shouted 'Long Live Queen Liana' as she rushed out of the room with as much grace as she could muster. With every person she passed toward her quarters, the harder it became to breathe. Even when she was inside her room, she found herself tearing at the laces of her corset. But even that didn't help. She needed to see him. She took a deep breath and peered out into the hallway. 'Send for my General, there are some things I need to discuss with him.' The guard gave her a stiff nod, and she didn't wait to shut her door to watch him walk away.

[thxnymph]

CLOSED STARTER

Hiro laughed. "It's an expense I am willing to make." Hiro now pressed an icepack to the side of his head. As far as he knew, he only had minor cuts and bruises. He hoped there was no internal damage, as he really did not want to visit the ER. "Okay, just be careful. I feel like I got run over by a bus." The man groaned. Hiro had known Prue for a handful of years now, and even after all that, the woman never told anyone his secret. He appreciated that. It was difficult to find good people these days, Hiro counted himself lucky. "You doing okay?"

@amomentxofhappiness // cont from here

[lcstinthewoods]

Wanda couldn't recall ever taking the time to simply sit back and admire the stars. From what she could recall, there had never been time for it. She had always been on the move, hiding from one place to another... with her brother. She and Pietro were constantly on the move, seeking refuge wherever they could find it. On the occasion they were out at night and all was calm, they would look to the stars and try to find shapes that their little imaginations conjured up. And then, they would gaze at the stars, hoping for a better tomorrow. There was a war, she remembered. Had that been the war Steve had fought in? It must have been. She and her brother were casualties of a war and... and her brother had died, and Steve had saved her. She had lost someone, but for the life of her, she couldn't get past the scarlet fog in her head to remember who. And that's why they were here now, rebuilding a life together.

She felt a small dose of fear in her veins at the constructed memory, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Surely that's what must have happened; she was just tired and couldn't remember clearly, that was all. She didn't bother looking too deeply into the matter, on what the war had cost them both and how they ended up in Westview together. All that mattered was that they were together.

Wanda only realized she had gotten far too lost in her head when Steve's voice brought her out of the fog, and she had to blink multiple times to reorientate herself. Right, stars. Pushing aside the foggy memories and sinking feeling of anxiety, Wanda forced herself to focus on the stars Steve pointed to, finding delight in seeing what he was showing her.

"That's really lovely," Wanda commented, turning her head to gaze back at Steve, only to freeze at how close their faces were, at how he was looking at her. Suddenly, her heart was hammering in her chest for an entirely different reason. "I see them." She whispered, finding herself unable to take her eyes off of him, of the stars she could see shining in his eyes. And his eyes were the loveliest stars of all; she could happily stare at them for the rest of her life. She wanted to stare at them for the rest of her life. Maybe they were in Westview for a reason. It was obvious to her that they were meant to be together, but it seemed to her it had taken her far too long to realize how. Everyone else just seemed to have realized it far quicker than her.

"Steve?" She found herself murmuring instead, ignoring his question as her own eyes darted from his lips to his eyes, suddenly burning with a need she just knew she'd never felt for anyone else, would never feel for anyone else.

As he waited for her to sit beside him, Steve's eyes narrowed momentarily, committing to memory just how beautiful she looked as she looked up to him before he pecked her forehead. Was she also... Could she be feeling... No, of course not. It was all in his head. She was torn and sad and he was here to help her start over and to start over himself, not to admit he was in love with her.

When she sat beside him, Steve looked at her--so close and yet so far and had to restrain himself again and not kiss her. How would he survive living here, living under the same roof without being obvious? Without making her awkward?

He had to pretend, he was good at pretending things were okay, he had done that most of his life, this was no different--why did he have to do that? When? That fog in his mind was there once again.

"Stars, right," he shook himself and smiled at her before looking away from her and up to the sky, until he found the big dipper. Pointing with his left arm--the one furthest from her, unconsciously keeping himself closer to her--he pointed upwards, to the three stars that were part of the constellation. "Do you see those three? They're bright and a little twisted? If you keep looking to the right, you'll see a very bright star and... and if you draw, you can make a little square," he explained softly, pointing at the other stars and looked at her again. Oh Lord.

"The brightest one always points to the north," he commented looking up at the sky again. "So these ones you can see from the northern hemisphere all year out. The southern hemisphere you can see the first three only. Can you see them?" he asked making the mistake of looking at her again. He was doomed. "Would you like some tea?" he offered wetting his lower lip as his eyes flickered to her lips.

[troublesomemix]

CLOSED with @amomentxofhappiness || can't stop won't stop.

For the rest of the day, this is what he thought about. Her invitation hadn't helped. Nor had the messages ( and images ) shared throughout the day. It was a wonder Gabriel got through the day successfully. He was counting down till the castle grew quiet, till he could wander around with out anyone asking questions about where he was heading this late at night, especially dressed so casually. His sweatpants made another guest appearance, paired nicely with a wife beater as he walked through quiet halls.

He should feel antsy, he should feel.... questionable. Sharon was in her own little wing, probably plucking flower petals for a game of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. But the only thing going on in his head was the anticipation of being in the same room with Wanda again. He took a few sideway routes, choosing to be a little more stealthy than speedy. Not to long after he left his room then he found himself at her door, rapping on it with his knuckles in haste, but trying to keep the noise quiet, waiting for her to open the door and let him in.

[thedevilsbckbone]

Closed starter for @amomentxofhappiness

He'd only been gone a week, visiting some friends for the holiday, and somehow so much seemed to happened suddenly in Sergio's life. Not only had his brother fallen into a coma after some freak accident, he also had learned about his brother's fiancée who had saved him. Sergio was honestly more shocked by that news than of the accident, as he and Marcus had always been close, and yet somehow this was the first time the younger sibling was hearing about the woman. It made he grow a bit weary, especially after hearing his mother rave about the woman whom she'd also had only just met after the accident. If his mother's words were anything to go off of; Marcus' new fiancée was charming and a doll, two words that Sergio wouldn't really have associated with the type of women who brother usually seemed to date.

Once he finally got to the hospital to see Marcus, things only got more suspicious when he walked into the room to find the woman in question sitting beside his comatose brother. The older man typically went for blondes who looked like they barely ate and wore designer clothes that were worth more than Sergio's car - not to mention most looked like they went under the needle at least a few times a year, but this woman didn't look anything like that. She was absolutely beautiful - in the natural way that any of Marcus' previous partners would have been jealous of.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting anything." He said, knocking softly as he entered the room, addressing the woman before turning to look at his brother in bed. A frown tugged at his lips, eyes moving over the machines that all tied back to Marcus as he moved to stand beside his bed, giving his brother's shoulder a soft pat. "Wow man, you look like shit." He said to his brother with a small sad chuckle. "Sorry it took me so long to get here." He remembered the woman in the room and turned back to look at her, curiosity marking his features. "You must be Lucy, right? I'm Sergio, Marcus' younger brother." He reached out his hand in introduction, his mind racing with a million questions but he tried to keep his expression neutral.

[machiavxlli]

Closed Starter

Ice riddled the fields. Cold wind barged through the trees, pushing everything in it's wake. The young diplomat grabbed either side of her fur coat, pulling it towards herself. Alina shuddered, her breath visible as she exhaled. "Are we nearly there?" The woman questioned, and the driver politely answered with an 'almost there!'. Alina wondered how it would all go down. She had not seen Ben in years, she wondered if he would still recognize her. They were friends at court, best friends. Their fathers were friends as well, so it was how they met. Alina remembered fondly the days when they played in the gardens of her estate, him laughing whenever she fell or him running away whenever she tried to put a flower crown on him. She cast her eyes outside, deep in thought.

This will work. It has too.

The kingdom was in chaos, the people in disarray. Recently the tax went up, which would render the people poorer than they already were. While Alina deposed it, she was outvoted. The diplomat figured there was now only one way. Kill the king, and bring someone more capable. Ben was, for lack of a better word, a pawn in her plan. Alina knew of his history, why he left court, and wanted to use it to her advantage. While it might seem cruel, she could not see anymore corpses.

The carriage stopped. Alina exited, and instructed the driver to remain behind her. The woman made her way through the path, before stumbling upon a home. Outside, was a tall man with dark hair. He's so tall. Alina thought, rather shocked. "Ben." The woman called out. "....It's good to see you again..." // @amomentxofhappiness

[florxdexcerezos]

@amomentxofhappiness wanted a bite of this man too

It had been a long day of doing....nothing. He ate, mused, breakfasted. He was a man of leisure. Blessed enough to be able to pursue his wants and not his duties, Olivier took advantage of every moment. Clothes were for the socially confined. His body was one to be looked at, adored, immortalised in the finest oil paints one could buy. People deserved to observe the view so why bother with billowing shirts that bared so little? Pitiful pieces of fabric.

He was in the middle of painting when there was a knock on the door to his apartment. Setting down his palette, he stepped over the sheet and other various supplies before answering. He poked his head around the door and broke into a grin before opening the door wider to reveal his paint splattered chest.

"Hello, Teddy~ Looking for me?"

[the-life-we-fear]

@amomentxofhappiness

'I wish we were able to meet on better terms.' Eve said as she across from the man. Her elbows rested on top of her desk, her chin fascinated comfortably in her palms. 'But it seems one of your men from the graveyard thought it was a good idea not to follow the rules of my establishment and hurt one of my girls.'

She tapped her freshly manicured nails along her skin, eyes locked on the man across from her. 'We have a no violence policy here at The Gardens. I expect all my clients to treat my flowers with respect. And since your man has skipped town...I had to reach out to you. To help me fix this problem.'

[kctabasis]

ronan stood in the great hall of this pathetic kingdom, his hand raising high in the air to cease the movement of any other fae within it. a chilling silence fell as he regarded the girl in front of her. the streaks of her tears stained her cheeks and his eyes fell to the weapon in her hand. humans were such obvious creatures, reacting on emotion than thought when put into such situations. but no matter his personal qualms with the mortal beings, ronan had very good reason to bring death to the doors of this kingdom.

his eyes rested on the girl in front of him, the one he was owed. "be happy your father met a swift and clean death, there are worse things i could have done with him." he replied. boots echoed against the floor as he walked closer to the girl, studying her with intensity. a pity really, allowing your kingdom to be brought to its knees simply for not adhering to what had been agreed upon. one sacrifice and the humans no longer hunt the fae. one sacrifice and the fae no longer kill the humans. and yet this king had felt he was above them all, enough that he didn't need to give this girl away.

her defiance caused a smile to stretch over his lips. at least she was willing to fight back against something. she had fight, more than he could say for her father. he glanced down at the limp body sprawled at their feet, even dead humans were distasteful.

"i've left enough of your people alive to re-build this so called kingdom." he said finally, eyes going back to her's. "i only came to get what was owed to me. and now that i have you i will give you your one and only choice." one more step, his hand reaching up and taking her chin in his hand as if inspecting her. "die by the same sword that killed your pathetic father or return to my court to become my bride."

Her father was gone now, he had sacrificed himself so she could live. Their kingdom had been run over by this man's--this dark force that took and took and took and left nothing alive to grow under his thumb. Haydee had to do something but couldn't do it if she were dead--she couldn't think straight, not with his father's blood still in her hands and his words resonating in her ears: 'live to die another day.' odd last words but she understood the meaning. she had to make it through today, she had to stay alive in order to help her people--the few that were left.

King Ronan walked into the throne room as she was refusing to let them take her father's body--she was standing tall, crying, holding a small blade defensively. She was not going to kneel and she was not going to let anyone desecrate her father's body.

She was still a princess though--a Queen now, wasn't she? She was not going to go quietly. Going too quietly, admitting defeat would be showing her cards. She had to be smart, smarter than that. She had outwit the new King. How? She didn't know. The why was all that mattered. Keep her people safe, keep her lands alive.

"I will not. And I will not let your men desecrate my father's body. He was the King, a loved King. He deserves better than that," She finally spoke through barely parted lips, keeping herself steady, but lowering her weapon.

[thxnymph]

was tagged by @ofholocenemuses & @ad0rati0ns

tagging: @sxmthingwicked / @pleinsdemuses / @ofginjxints / @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx / @awynter / @torturedmuses / @devilhvrns / @amomentxofhappiness and anyone who wants to do this!!!

[troublesomemix]

CLOSED with @amomentxofhappiness || across the stars ||

she missed her old lightsaber. green as the grass from her home world, familiar and comfortable. no longer usable. what it represented gone. it had long since broken, and cecile just didn't feel like this new one she had been fully bonded with yet. silly, absolutely. but somewhere in the back of her mind, even now, there was a nagging reminder that maybe her current problem would have turned out different if she had practiced with her new one more.

one where she was not seriously wondering whether her life was in danger or not. why had they not attempted to kill her yet? just to leave her locked in a room adjacent to where she had broken in, searching for the best way to blow up or disable the base. blowing it up would be the best her preferred choice. cecile felt like she had been close;; right up until before the imperials had opened the door across the way and caught her by surprise. It wasn't a large base, but it was the third one she had attacked in a year. one completely had been demolished, one simply had been defective for a few months. not nearly as affective, but she couldn't hit it a second one. this, she had heard about last minute, even with a flight arranged off planet cecile knew she had to try. it was the only way for her to make a difference. no one else wanted her help.

she had fought back of course, realizing too late that it was a trap. and now she was here, locked in a room with her lightsaber removed and no back up to come to her aid. “ idiot. ” she started to look around the room, searching for any chances of a hidden button, praying to the Force for a way out.