#It's my midnight so it's 25th now so it's birthday time

[meowuff]

One year older again

Fun!

[nmakii]

christmas kids

about him, who was also born on december 25th. i used to spot your face in every crowd, now i can’t even remember your smile.

— kaiser hates celebrating his birthday. no exceptions; not even for you.

cw: mentions of kaiser’s backstory, gesner being vulgar (im his biggest fan), kaiser is a meany pants, self deprecation

parties like these were a pain. kaiser stood beside his drunken teammates, while ‘all i want for christmas is you’ by mariah carey blasted for the 6th time on loop. it was disgustingly corny how he’d have to act as if he gives a damn to celebrate christmas with his co-workers. if the club owner for bastard münchen hadn’t required attendance for this party, he would’ve definitely skipped it.

to be entirely honest, he never even saw the point of celebrating december 25th. every year, the streets of berlin would be glowing with festive lights, and the halls of cathedrals would loudly ring their church bells.

but in kaiser’s dark corner of hell, his father would beat the life out of him. more so than usual— his eyes would bruise purple for weeks, and his nose wouldn’t stop the stream of red that would bleed all over his ragged clothes.

kaiser had learned from a young age, his birthday wasn’t something that should be celebrated, or even acknowledged. it was the day his scummy mother abandoned his even scummier father; it was the day trash was born. how could such an occasion even be celebrated?

with his birthday being public knowledge though, he doesn’t exactly have a choice on if he wants to celebrate it or not.

as clock struck midnight, everyone yelled out christmas greetings and wishes of good will, as well as greetings for kaiser, now a year older.

“woo! happy birthday, asshat! you’re 19!” gesner, incredibly drunk, slurs to kaiser. “a year closer to your death… in the end, we’re all just waiting for the day we never open our eyes again… oh, this is just too sad…” grim shudders, falling to the ground.

birkenstock pulls grim off the floor, and the team gathers around and very off tunely sings happy birthday to kaiser, while ness struggles to light the candle placed on top of the leftover pizza, yet to be finished.

“…happy birthday to you!” they cheer. “make a wish, kaiser.” ness smiles, holding the box.

‘what do i want..?’ he asks himself. he already has a lot more than he’s ever wanted; a comfortable home, decent company— asking for anything else would just seem… wrong.

the candle gleamed a burning red, its’ shine reflecting on kaiser’s face. the hot flames on his face, and he suddenly realizes what he wants— to be human.

that’s all he’s wanted for the longest time, why should he wish for anything else?

he blows out the candle, and they clap. “you guys didn’t need to do anything, i didn’t want to celebrate my birthday.” he lightly reprimanded. ness frowns, he was the one who had wanted surprise kaiser in the first place.

but, gesner boos at his pessimism. “don’t be a jerk, dick cheese! just accept it!” he roughly slaps kaiser on his back, kicking all the air out of his lungs. “oof..!” he coughs. “g..guh… are you sure you’re a football player? you slap so hard, you’re better suited to volleyball.”

gesner scoffs, and goes off on his rant about kaiser’s narcissism.

‘this environment… it’s hostile but, i’m still in control. this… isn’t that bad.’ kaiser thinks to himself. he doesn’t receive their goodwill; he forces it out of them, and they respond with their own form of resistance. yet, they still pass to him, no matter what. because, he’s the one in charge of this team.

“…and, you keep showing off that pretty thing you’re leaving on the hook. she could totally do better than that ‘will they, won’t they?’ situationship of your’s! seriously makes me feel bad for her…”

…kaiser wasn’t exactly sure what brought gesner to bring you up. but, bringing up your… relationship, was a bit of a sour spot for him.

he wanted to love you, you were someone he wanted to stick around for a while. you were kind, almost heaven-sent. something about you that would make him keep coming back. maybe it was the way you’d wake up early with him and make breakfast together, or the way you’d sass him and put him in his place when he was being an asshole. but, he couldn’t make up his mind on whether or not he should tear down those walls he’s built, and start over for you.

kaiser was used to restrictive environments, he thrived in discomfort. but, being vulnerable simply made his skin crawl with disgust. if it was for someone for you though… maybe he could try it. were you really worth it?

…he thinks you could be.

“it’s not a situationship, we’re just hanging out.” kaiser rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his mocktail. “plus, don’t you already have a girl you’re torturing?” he condescends.

thankfully, the party goes on without a fight starting, or kaiser’s birthday being mentioned anymore further.

and by the time kaiser arrives home, it’s already 2:30. he opens the door into his penthouse apartment.

the light is on.

he’s sure he didn’t leave the light on when he had left, there’s only one other explanation.

“s/o?” he called out.

you probably used the spare key for his apartment he gave you after much more frequent visits. did you think he was home?

“ah, hey!” you finally noticed his presence, waving hello. kaiser still had a suspicious glare on his face, his malice evident simply by his tone. “what are you doing here?”

“it’s your birthday!”

“so?”

“so, it has to be celebrated..! it was the day you were born after all.” you brainlessly informed him.

“i don’t celebrate it.” he sighs as he finally shuts the front door, dropping all his belongings on the console table.

“it’s the same day as christmas. it’s a hassle to celebrate two things.” he says the same excuse he’s used millions of times before but today, his act was getting sloppy. it’s clear by his sullen eyes that it’s more than just because it’s a hassle.

“uhuh… well, i made you a cake!”you urge him to come over. of course, it was a box set cake, but you still put tons of effort into decorating it!

what does he do? he wasn’t exactly sure on how to accept gifts in general. he passed through the narrow hall, and into the dining area.

he stared at the cake— it’s frosted in white french buttercream and its’ edges are piped blue with a french star tip. ‘happy birthday mikka’, it reads.

mikka… that isn’t a nickname that you’ve called him before. but, it’s cute. fuck, did he actually like this gift..?

‘…how sweet.’ he thinks. kaiser picked up the box with both his hands, his touch was so delicate. he carried the cake over to the kitchen counter,

…and opened the trash.

“hey! what are you doing..?!” you run to stop him from dumping your hard work into the garbage.

it doesn’t stop him though, it doesn’t even make him struggle. “i told you i don’t celebrate it.” he huffs as some of the cake crumbles and stains his hands.

he takes a frosting-covered finger to his lips, indulging in his salty sweet taste. “ah… it’s good.” he compliments. something that only happens to make you angrier.

“then why did you throw it in the garbage, asshole?!” you yell out. how insensitive could a person get?!

“i already told you, or are those ears of your’s just for decoration?” he scoffs, the air is heavy.

and at that moment, he knew it.

michael kaiser is not meant to love, or be loved.

…

“get out.” he commands. his cold eyes hit you like a dagger. “h..huh..?” you ask, indignant at how you were being treated.

you knew kaiser would be hard to unravel but, why is he acting so different so suddenly?

“i said get out. i already decided…”

“…we’re over, s/o” he decreed. “whatever romance you and i might have had is gone. go find someone else to care about you. i’m not gonna fit your romantic fantasy.”

“i— wait, mikka, we can work this out, okay..?!” you ask, a panicked expression decorating your face. “goddamnit, fine— i’m sorry for calling you an asshole, okay?!”

you sound almost desperate in your tone. but, it still doesn’t shake his decision. “no… get out. find someone who can fulfill that fantasy of your’s, i’m never gonna be the perfect boyfriend that you’re dreaming about. understand?”

and, the cold reality faces you. a look of despair on your face, it’s incredibly pathetic to be in this low of a position right now.

ah, that look on your face… he’ll miss that look of terror and desperation, on your face especially. the way your pretty eyes gleam with tears, and the way your nose scrunches, trying to hold back your snot.

“…fine. i hope you’re happy with your life, kaiser.” you spitefully spit out. his chest hurts when he hears you call him by his last name. did that hurt him..? just a little bit…

…and, that’s when kaiser asks himself the same question.

were you really worth tearing down everything he’s known just to build it all up again?

the answer was yes. you’re worth everything money could afford; you’re as priceless as every star in the sky.

it was kaiser who wasn’t worth it. you deserved more than a scummy asshole who’s too scared love.

but, that’s just the problem with kaiser, isn’t it?

the closer he wants you, the more he pushes you away.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

WRAPPED UP TIGHT (Dom!Levi x Sub!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Santa left me a little present this year."

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you surprise Levi with a special present under the tree for his birthday and Christmas: you, naked, wrapped up in Christmas lights.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Levi; sub!Reader; Reader is Fem; Race of Reader Not Specified; Mild BDSM; Role Play; Rope Play/Bondage; Dirty Talk; Ownership; Mutual Oral; Fingering; Edge Play; Face Fucking; Spanking; Doggystyle; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Levi Calling You "Baby" and "Mama"; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very unhinged & drunk one shot for Levi’s birthday AND Christmas. Happy birthday, boo! ❤️ -Jazz

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Levi is totally into role-play.

You would introduce it to him first and initially, he wasn't sure about the whole thing. Him? Acting as a hard-handed teacher or a Daddy Dom? Though the idea of seeing you play as someone else enticed him, he is usually so cool and collected, so the idea of letting himself become completely immersed in a "role" confused him.

But when you did it for the first time, he fell completely in love with it. Now almost every night, he is demanding you throw on your slutty nurse outfit or your cat ears and tail. He loves it when you're the rebellious student in her mini school skirt that barely covers her ass and the horny housewife cheating on her husband with him.

But the role he adores most when you "play" is when you're his perfect, slutty little sub. In IRL, you're mostly defiant and levelheaded. You always tell him how you feel and tend to argue with him (which is one of the sexiest things about you to him).

But behind closed doors, and within the walls of your confined sanctuary you call your bedroom, you are obedient. You are subservient. You are completely under his control. You do as he says without question; only a "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" (unless he's feeling like he wants to be called "Daddy").

You suck his cock the way he wants you to. You cum when he wants you to. You're ready for multiple rounds if he wants that too.

It is just what he needs after a long day of work and dealing with his dumb ass students...just like tonight. When he comes home at midnight on December 25th, his birthday and Christmas Day, you are waiting for him under the glittering Christmas tree just as he told you to be.

As soon as he sees you, he drops his bag and phone. You sit under the tree on your knees, your ass hiked up and head down against a plush pillow. You're dressed up in red lingerie that includes nylon stockings and a gathered belt, but the panties are crotchless. This means your ass and pussy, currently sobbing wet, are on full display for him. But what gets him more are the Christmas lights tied around your wrists, ankles, and body.

You get him hard almost immediately. His pants become tighter and he doesn't hesitate to unbutton his coat, leaving it on the floor at his feet. When he walks further into the room, he relishes the way you flinch at the sound of his boots thudding across the floor. "Well, well, well," he hums. "Look at what we have here." He dips into his Dom role immediately, kneeling down beside you on one knee. "Santa left me a little present this year."

He takes a hand and gently runs it down your spine, making you shiver. "A very sexy, slutty little present," he softly growls as his hand pauses on one of your naked asscheeks. "Do you know why you're here tonight, baby?"

You shake your head, not saying anything, just as he instructed of you (not without your eager agreement, of course, because you're freaky). Because you're more than just his perfect little sub tonight. You're his doll. You don't speak without his permission. You don't move without his permission. You are controlled by him like a puppet on a string. You are owned by him and him alone.

"Santa told me all about what a naughty girl you've been this year," Levi tuts, giving your ass a squeeze. You softly whimper at the feeling. "He left you here with me because he knew I would teach you a lesson about being a good girl. About being an obedient girl."

Spank! His hand connects with your ass, the sound of his palm coming down against your skin echoing throughout the decorated living room. You gasp at the burning sensation and quickly bite your lip, but that doesn't hide your pussy from gushing at the sensation. "See?" Levi sighs disappointed. "You're getting wet off of one little spank. Guess I'll have to move on to more drastic measures."

So what does he do? He settles himself behind you and licks his fingers, ready to plunge them inside of you. "You gonna be a good girl for me tonight?" he huskily asks. "You gonna cum when I tell you to and gush all over my fingers and cock only when I say?" Again, you nod, but he doesn't want silence right now. "Speak," he demands in a low voice.

You gulp and answer, "Yes, sir, I promise I'll be good. Please don't let Santa put coal in my stocking tonight." Levi resists the urge to break into laughter. "We'll see," he replies, "but at this rate, baby, you'll be gettin' more than just coal in your stocking tonight."

And so he first glides his fingers, thick and long, up against your wet slit and clit, emitting the prettiest sounds from you that you can't keep hidden. "That feel good?" he murmurs and you nod, your body trembling oh-so sweetly from his touch. He then finally sinks his fingers inside of you, only two, and groans at how tight and wet you are. "You've been playin' with yourself, haven't you?" he asks. "That's why you're so fuckin' soaked. Speak."

"Y-Yes," you whimper pitifully, your sounds mingling with your pussy sounding like macaroni and cheese in a pot as his fingers swirl inside it. "I'm sorry, sir! I just couldn't help it. I m-missed you so much!" Levi can't deny the way his cock stirs at the thought of you missing him so much that you've been playing with that pussy all day to the point where you're soaked and pleading for a cock inside you now.

He had the same trouble. He took any chance to be alone––bathroom breaks; lunch breaks after lunch; 15-minute breaks in his office––to fuck his fist at the thought of you at home, waiting for him to surprise him on his birthday. Now that he's here, he is wasting no time wasting time. He's going to enjoy all of you tonight.

So as he plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, he presses his lips to your needy clit and gently sucks on it. You try to stifle your whines and moans, but cannot, earning yourself a spank on the ass or pussy for any noise you make. "Quiet," he growls into your pussy. "Good girls don't make noise when they're not told to." But as his tongue lashes against your pussy, he relishes the fact that it's impossible for you to keep quiet.

'Needy little slut,' he thinks as his tongue swirls around your slit and inside of you, over and over again, as his fingers fuck you slowly. 'Can't even shut up enough to hear me. So desperate to cum for me.' He's desperate for it too. His cock can barely take it as it chubs against his slacks, uncomfortably so.

He continues to work your pussy with his mouth and fingers, fucking you senseless, but faster than before. He works his jaw until it aches and curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to curl your toes and your body to shake uncontrollably. He eats your pussy like he's starved, loving how your juices dripping down his chin and your ass, so soft and plushy, nearly suffocates him as he grips it with one hand and stuffs his face deep in it. He even caresses your asshole, knowing how much that makes you squirm.

And it does. You're unable to stop yourself from winding your hips into his face, earning a hard smack to the backside. "Did I say you could move?" he asks, low and cold, pausing from eating you out to glare daggers at you.

"N-No, sir," you pant. "I'm sorry! But it just feels so good! You're gonna make me cum!" Levi thoughtfully strokes your ass, pretending to give this some thought. "Usually, I'd at least edge you," he sighs, "but I suppose you've waited long enough." He presses his tongue back against your clit and finger-fucks you until you're clenching around him. "Cum," he demands. "Cum and give me that voice. I give you permission. Cum for me, mama."

Like air finally being let out of a bottle, you let your voice out and it bounces off of the walls as your orgasm washes over you. "Fuck, Levi!" you sob. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good! Shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna...fuck, fuck, fuck!" A long, loud moan leaves your lips as you finally gush around his mouth, all over his tongue and fingers. You clench and squeeze his digits, emitting groans from him as he eagerly laps at your quivering cunt until every drip of your juices is replaced with his saliva.

Once your moans are replaced with soft sighs of satisfaction, he barely lets you recover any further. He can't. He's too worked up for you. So he strips his clothes off as fast as he can, getting harder with how needy you get when each article of clothing hits the floor. He can tell from the way your back rises and falls in time with your heavy breathing that you need this too.

Once naked, his muscles on full display under the glittering Christmas lights, he kneels behind you and wraps a hand around his thick, hard, veiny cock dripping pre-cum for you. "Take my cock," he orders, "and don't you dare try to run...oh, that's right: you can't." A wicked chuckle leaves his lips as he presses his head against your slit. "You wanna be a good girl?" he teasingly asks. "You wanna be my good little birthday gift, don't you? Speak."

"Yes," you whisper, doing your absolute damnest to not toss your ass back into him to put him inside yourself. "Yes, I wanna be your good girl, sir! I wanna be your birthday gift, your Christmas present, your everything!" You look back at him then, eyes gleaming and makeup slightly askew. "Please," you whisper. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

Levi is damn near feral when he grabs your hips and pushes himself home inside of your pussy, finally. Finally after so long. A desperate groan leaves your lips in unison as he begins to roll his hips, unable to control himself. Your pussy is just too tight. Too wet. Too close to heaven for him to go slow.

He fucks you as fast and as hard as he wants, knowing you can take it. You don't protest or deny his cock bullying your insides, making you take every inch of him. You just moan and whine like a good girl, opening up to him with every thrust. He can't get enough. You're just such a good girl for him! And he makes sure you know it too. "You're such a good girl for me," he growls into your ear. "Such a good little present just for me. No one else can have you like this. Only me, understand?"

He takes a fistful of your hair and yanks it back, emitting a gasp from your mouth. "Yes!" you nearly shout. "I'm only yours, Daddy! Only yours!" Levi nods, becoming fully immersed in his role now. He makes sure you understand what "being his" means by smacking your ass, damn near leaving handprints and nipping at your neck to leave hickeys.

He fucks you into a lewd, wet rhythm that echoes in the room along with the sounds of your moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. His heavy balls slap against your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm very quickly. But Levi slows down and pulls out of you, chuckling at your whine of protest. "What, you thought you'd get to cum again?" he asks. "Uh-uh, mama. Not yet. You've still got some more to do before that."

So while your pussy quivers and shivers in protest, Levi kneels in front of your mouth, his thick cock in your face. He takes a handful of your hair and yanks your face back while your chin rests on the pillow beneath you. "Open your mouth," he demands and you do so despite your position. His cock then sinks inside of your pussy, stretching your jaw and making you gag as he hits the back of your throat. He groans, immediately fucking your mouth like it's your pussy, loving how tight and wet and sloppy your throat is.

"So fuckin' good for me," he grunts, staring down at your body, the curve of your ass, and the pretty lights wrapped tight around your wrists and ankles. "You're the best gift ever, you know that? I'd want nothing else for my birthday or Christmas but you, baby. I wanna give you all my cum, y'know that, right?"

You say nothing, but you don't have to. The eagerness of your moans vibrating against his dick and how you open your throat for his entire length are all the yesses you need. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets his hips do all the work, grinding and thrusting inside of your welcoming mouth as spit drips down your chin.

When he feels himself about to cum is when he stops. Though the idea of cumming deep down your throat entices him, he wants to cum deep inside of your cunt first. So he pulls out of your mouth and gently smacks his cock against your wet lips. "Enough," he growls. "I need that pussy again, and this time, I'm gonna cum deep inside of you." He lifts your chin with his thumb, coaxing your eyes to gaze up at him. "And I want you to cum too. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," you obediently reply. "Please cum inside of me. Make me cum all over that cock."

He has never moved so quick in his life until now, swiftly moving himself behind you and sinking balls deep inside of you again. This time, he doesn't stop. He pummels himself inside of your sobbing, wet cunt, digging his fingers into your ass, hips, and stomach. Sweat gathers onto his skin and his legs ache from how fast he fucks you, but he doesn't care. He wants you to cum. He won't stop until you do.

It doesn't take long. Not for you. With the way he's fucking you so good and turning your pussy into mush, it's impossible for that cunt to not clench around him. "Daddy," you moan in a warning. "I'm gonna cum! I can't hold on!"

"Me too," Levi pants, feeling his first orgasm of the night approaching. It only intensifies the more he sees your ass bounce against his cock and your pretty tits sway below you as he fucks you senselessly, causing the Christmas tree to shake from the force. "Beg," he demands. "Beg me to cum. Beg me to fill you up. Do it now, little girl."

Smack! His hand comes down to slap your ass, drawing a yelp out of you. "Please make me cum!" you whine. "Please, Levi, let me cum all over that dick! I need you so much! Need to be yours!" That's all it takes for Levi. He leans over you and turns your face to look at him. "Kiss me," he demands before your lips are on his, tongues swirling and lips smashing passionately against one another.

When you cum, you do it together. He cums with a muffled groan, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum, while you let out a high-pitched moan of his name against his lips as you gush all around his cock. Your cum mingles with one another, dripping down his balls and on the floor. Tingles run through his body, spreading throughout his fingertips and toes. He grips you against him, making you take every ounce of his cum deep inside of you.

When everything is said and done, the room is silent except for your soft pants and sighs of satisfaction and exhaustion. Outside, all is quiet and white as the snow falls, delivering a perfect night to do this again and again and again.

Levi pulls out of you finally, drawing a soft groan from both of you. Cum drips out of your pussy and down your juicy thighs, a sight most pleasurable to him. But the most beautiful sight is when you look behind to gaze at him, eyes glazed over, hair a mess, and mascara ruined from fucking your pretty face. You look absolutely fucked out of your mind and he wishes you knew just how pretty you are like this.

"Happy birthday, baby," you purr, a soft, loving smile adoring your lips, messy with spit and your ruined lip gloss. "And Merry Christmas. Have I been a good girl this year now?"

Levi chuckles, a gentle hand stroking your ass. "Maybe," he replies. "After a few more rounds. It'll be my birthday until midnight tomorrow, so you may wanna brace yourself, mama." His cock twitches at the sharp, anticipated intake of breath you give him at the idea of taking his cock and his cum all night until dawn.

"But first things first..." He pauses to untie the lights from your wrists and ankles, gently massaging the kinks and aches of them, before moving to get something out of his bag. There, he retrieves a mistletoe and smiles at the way you sweetly giggle as he hangs it over your heads.

"Come here and kiss me."

THE END.

[echo-rambles]

birthday wishes

words: 1,567 tags: fluff, best friend!lee know, f!reader, humor, platonic cuddling, a vague allusion to bf!chan. notes: I don't know what got a hold of me. I wrote this out in just a few hours because I couldn't stop thinking about bff!lino and being stupidly affectionate. I tried my best but lino's voice isn't very easy for me to write for just yet lol. hopefully it's fun!

-o0o-

You tap at your phone screen, awakening it just enough to check the time. Maybe if you keep checking, it'll make the minutes move by faster. Logically you know that's not how it works but you're so impatient.

Most everyone else is asleep, but you can't even begin thinking of going to bed. Not only do you have something you need to do, but you're also just too damn excited. You've been waiting for this all night and it's almost time. How are you meant to sleep? 

Finally, finally, you watch as the hour ticks over and it's midnight. You've been waiting for this.

Scurrying off, you slip your way into the bedroom and sneak over to the bed. There's a lump under the covers, and you could jump on it and startle the lump awake. But you don't think it'd be a very kind thing to do, no matter how excited you might be.

Instead, you perch yourself at the edge of the mattress and begin to gently peel the blanket away, revealing the person underneath. 

"Hey, wake up." You whisper, a little sharply. 

Minho grumbles, smashing his face further into his pillow, turning away from your voice. 

"Oh my god, wake up already."

"Why?" The word is muffled and grumpy. 

"Happy Birthday!" You finally give in to your excitement and shake at his shoulder. 

"...What?" Finally he rolls towards you, squinting at you through the gloom of the night. 

"It's the 25th, you fool."

Another grumble, almost verging on a whine. "I'm trying to sleep. It'll still be my birthday in the morning, when I'm awake."

"But you're awake now."

"Under duress."

"Whatever, I want to celebrate with you now." You try to make a show of complaining, but you can tell Minho is already settling back into sleep. Well, that won't do. Not yet, at least. Crawling into the bed, you shimmy your way under his covers, until you can press your chilly feet against his shins, smiling as he flinches and opens his eyes enough to glare at you. "I bet I'm the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

The glare softens a little, and then he's sighing, shifting around so he can offer you space on his pillow to share. You gladly accept. Getting so close you're almost nose to nose.

Minho hums thoughtfully. Sleepily. "You’d bet correctly."

“By birthday rules, that means I win.”

He hums again, much more sleepy than thoughtful. “Congratulations.”

"Do you want some birthday cuddles?" You ask, already knowing the answer. 

"What would Chan say?" Minho snarks, instead of an outright rejection. 

You give him this long look, raising a single eyebrow. "'You're cuddling without me?' and then he'd jump in bed and sandwich you between us for birthday cuddles "

"Ugh, I'm glad it's just you here to smother me."

"Exactly!" You chirp, surging forward to wrap him up in your arms. He grumbles some more, but he melts into the hug regardless. Tucking his head into the space between your neck and the pillow. 

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"I didn't get to sing happy birthday to you yet…" 

"I'll only allow it if you do it with a really weird accent." 

"Why would I sing it any other way?" 

Minho's phone chimes, interrupting you before you can really get started. You untangle yourself from birthday cuddling to practically crawl over him to grab at it. Awakening it to check the notification.

"Who is it?" Minho asks from where his face is practically pressed into your ribs. 

"Hyunjin wished you a happy birthday. Ha! He's two minutes too late! This means I definitely won.” Another chime. “Jisung gets third place, since he just now sent birthday wishes." 

"Oh, tell them that they lost. Rub their faces in it." He says, twisting about to try and look at his phone screen. He sounds more awake now, as if the promise of fucking around with your friends has energized him. 

Of course you take the opportunity presented to you, taking his phone with you as you settle back into bed, giggling relentlessly to yourself as you type away. “Ah, too slow! So sad! Noona wished me hbd the moment the clock struck twelve! You’re both losers. And then a lot of laughter.” You narrate from Minho’s perspective, replying in the group thread. 

Minho nods along, chin pressing into your shoulder as he watches the message get drafted and sent. “Add a sticker too, and maybe more laughter.”

“Perfect!” After following directions, you lock Minho’s phone and slip it somewhere under the pillow. “Ok, where was I?”

“Singing happy birthday. In a terrible accent.”

“You said weird.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” 

Huffing and puffing and complaining, you make a big show out of it. Getting comfortable under the covers and snuggling close to Minho, folding both of his hands between your own before you start to sing. Somewhere in the middle of the birthday song, your accent changes, getting away from you and turning into something completely different. It makes Minho laugh. 

You both try your best to stay quiet, neither of you wanting to alert the others to the little impromptu birthday party happening in his room. Or else they’d converge and crowd the bed, and you don’t want that. This is for the two of you. No one else. 

He starts to sing along with you towards the end, affecting his own voice and making you trip up with laughter. It’s stupid and you’re both giggling once it’s all over, but it’s worth it. 

“Ok, so.” You start, once the both of you have the laughter under control. “What’s your birthday wish?”

He hums, closing his eyes once again. The smile is still present, and you’re sure he’s not about to fall asleep again. It’s a thoughtful sort of hum, not sleepy at all. “I wish… to one day gain the ability to speak to my cats. I feel like it would be very helpful and I could ask them why they insist on chewing on candy wrappers when I buy them wonderful toys.”

“Minho-ah.” You pout, just a little, giving your clasped hands a shake. “Be serious. I really want to know.” 

Minho squeezes your hands, sighing through his nose. “It’s the same wish every year. To live a happy life, surrounded by the people I love most in the world.”

“And it comes true? Every year?” 

“I’m here with you, aren’t I? Tomorrow I’ll wake up to Changbin and Jeongin trying to make me a birthday breakfast because they don’t want me to cook for myself, even though they will absolutely burn whatever it is on the stove. Chan-hyung will spend the whole day making excited little noises because he wants to give me his birthday gift the moment he sees me but he’s already made a pact with the other boys to wait until lunch. They’ll give me hugs and kiss my face and smother me with their love, all day.” Minho’s voice is quiet as he describes everything, and you can almost see it. Like some sort of premonition. 

They all know each other so well and they all love him dearly.  

“It’s the same, every year. Because I never want it to stop being true.” 

You shuffle closer, until you can tuck your head underneath his chin. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop being true, Minho. Even if you wished for something different, I don’t think we'd ever stop loving you.” 

He laughs, just a huff through his nose, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he hums and speaks. “Well, then I guess my wish to suddenly speak feline is back and better than ever.” 

The both of you fall asleep like that. Giggling and whispering to each other until sleep claims you. In the morning you’re woken up by Chan, diving into the bed and complaining that he missed out on birthday cuddles, which is soon joined by Felix crawling into bed and asking for cuddles of his own. You immediately latch onto Felix once he’s close enough, abandoning both Minho and Chan to smush Lixie’s face in your hands. 

The bed becomes crowded not long after, just like you knew it would, with Jisung joining and squeezing Minho in a hug, apologizing that he wasn’t able to wish his jagiya a happy birthday sooner. (Seungmin had poked his head in, saw the messy cuddle pile, and simply wished his hyung a happy birthday before leaving to ‘supervise Jeongin.’) 

It’s all very sweet and a little loud and Minho gets his revenge by pinching Chan’s ass at least twice. 

Hyunjin skids to a stop in the doorway, both hands braced on either side and his face solemn. “Changbinnie is trying to burn down your kitchen.” 

“I am not!” Changbin bellows back, voice carrying down the hall. Hyunin presses his lips together tightly.

“I take it all back.” Minho says, from his place folded deeply into Jisung’s arms. “I wish that everyone would leave me to lay here and rot away in peace.” 

“But we love you.” You say sweetly as you grab his cheek and pinch. Minho smiles at you, all teeth. Jeongin yells something in the background about how toast should not look that color. No matter what Minho says, you know this is the start of a very perfect birthday.

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you’ll never forget. [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Smuttt, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, virgin reader, unprotected p in v, oral.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Hope you enjoy this new fic! I LOVE 70s Elvis in Vegas and couldn’t help but wonder if he would have a little fling with someone in his audience. Im incapable of writing a short fic I guess so sorry that it’s so long hahaha. Feel free to message me or comment what you think! Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

The Vegas lights blinded you with all their glittery and colorful beauty. You had never been here before and this small little city in the desert excited you. You and your best friend were on your annual girls trip and this year you decided to go all out and do a three-day trip here. You and Cicily were also celebrating your 25th birthday together as it was only 3 days apart from one another. You both had never left Austin and were so excited to make a road trip to Vegas.

You both were fresh out of breakups and were ready to have some fun. Your ex was a selfish asshole and only wanted to use you for your body. You never let him get that far and couldn’t stand how he would treat you regardless. It only lasted a month but you knew a girls trip was in order a forget all about any college boy problems.

On the first day there, you both hit the shops and bought some new outfits and a really special one to go and see Elvis Presley at the International Hotel tonight. You both were so excited to see him live. You had heard all the rave reviews of his latest Vegas engagement and Cicily had a cousin who worked for the hotel who could get you two some tickets to the midnight show. They were booths in the middle of the showroom so you thought it would be a pretty good seat to see everything.

You both wait in line to get into the theater and the excited hum of the room made you so anxious in the best of ways. You’ve never seen him live and tonight was the time.

You both get ushered to your booth and you order drinks for yourselves. Two cosmopolitans were your drinks of choice and the buzz in the air was electric. Everyone was rushing to their seats with hound dogs and pictures of Elvis in their hands. A lot of the girls were giddy with excitement and you couldn’t help but look the same. You glance over at Cicily and it looks like she’s on the brink of screaming.

The house lights go down and applause breaks out as the golden curtain starts to rise. The lights dance on the shimmering fabric and it is mesmerizing. The band starts to play and you get chills running down your arms. The bass is loud and heavy and feels like it's rattling in your chest.

Then you see it. This tall, ethereal-looking man steps from the wings of the stage and captures the audience in the palm of his hand. The most contagious-looking smile forms across his face and he shakes his head and looks down at the floor, then back up. You’re smiling like an idiot and screaming with the rest of the crowd. His tan skin gleamed underneath the white jumpsuit he had on with mesh chains connecting on each side of the low cut V. You look over at Cicily and she has tears in her eyes she’s so happy.

You have to pinch yourself… you’re in the same room as Elvis Presley.

The Elvis Presley.

The King of Rock and Roll.

The man that caused riots in the 50s and now fourteen years later, he’s back for more.

His long legs get him to the microphone quickly as one of his band members helps him put his guitar strap on around his neck. He still has an ear-to-ear grin on his face and pulls the microphone stand to him as he stretches out his right leg as the left is shaking in place.

“We’ll that’s all right mama…that’s all right with you…”

The sound of his voice filling the large showroom is causing everyone to thrill with excitement and clap along to the beat of the song. He is filled with nervous energy but it is only fueling him further.

You hug her tight as both of your eyes are glued to the stage.

She nudges you as he is talking to the audience, “Isn’t he something?! Oh my god, he’s just on fire up there!”

You nod your head as you look back at the stage. He starts stuttering and making fun of himself and folding over and laughing. And good lord his laugh is the most contagious thing you’ve ever heard. You feel a grin form across your face as you listen to him stutter and giggle at himself. He still has that boyish charm but the sexual charisma drips off of him like thick sweet honey.

And what you would give to have a taste…

Cicily bumps your shoulder and breaks you out of your daydream.

“Did you know that he walks through the crowd and kisses the girls? My cousin says he does It every show,” she says giddily. You can’t help but giggle and blush at the idea of his lips touching yours. Lord, it makes you weak just thinking about it.

“My first movie ladies and gentlemen was Love Me Tender, I’d like to sing it for you,” you hear his smooth baritone voice fill the speakers and turn your attention to the stage again. He starts the song off slowly, kissing a few girls that are by the stage. Then he goes down the steps of the stage and says hello to more people.

The crowd starts to gather around him as he tries to make his way through the showroom. He places soft kisses on the women coming up to him or anyone else he sees in his eye-line.

He starts getting closer to your booth and a huge surge of nerves fills your entire body.

Could there be a chance?

Would he see you?

Would he give you a kiss?

Screams fill the air as he gets closer to your booth and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. He was distractingly beautiful the closer he was to you. All you could do was stare at the way he commanded the room and how he took the time to look at everyone with a smile.

Suddenly, your eyes meet and you gasp at those electric blue eyes. They pierce into you and hold you there. You feel like time had slowed down for you two. In this brief moment, it was just you two and not the other thousands of people screaming his name fighting to get his attention. He gently pushes through the few people in front of him and stands right before you.

A small smirk forms on the corners of his mouth and he places his hand on your cheek. Blood rushes to them and you move in closer to him.

“Come here, lil’ mama,” he says and leans in to kiss you.

His lips meet yours and you move your hand to his face too. The softness of his lips feels perfect on yours and he pulls away and has a gorgeous smile on his face. Before turning away, he winks and moves into the crowd almost consuming him. Your whole body is in shock. There are no words that can form in your head other than, “holy shit.”

You place both of your hands over your mouth to cover your complete shock. Cicily tugs at your arm and is screaming over and over at you, “what just happened!? Oh my god was that real!?”

You are at a loss for words. Nothing could make this trip more perfect than what just happened. Elvis makes his way back onto the stage to finish the song. The crowd starts to sit back down and you are buzzing with excitement still. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“Am I dreaming!? Holy shit… that was amazing…” you trail off in a daze.

“Was it like you dreamed it?”

“Even better, god what I would give for another…” you stop yourself as Cicily grabs your hand with a sly look on her face.

“You don’t have enough balls to go get another…” she giggles.

You look back up to the stage and he’s taking a second to drink some water. Every angle of this man is perfect and the way that jumpsuit looks astonishing on him just makes your mouth water. The feeling of his plump lips replays over and over and over again in your head and you start to blush just thinking about having another kiss from him.

“You wanna put money on that?”

You get up from the booth and make your way to the front tables. You squeeze through the people’s chairs and get to the ledge of the stage. Elvis turns around and sets down his water on the table next to one of the guitar players as he sees you leaning your arms on the stage and looking up at him. You rest your chin on your arms and give him your most pleading eyes.

“Well now, what do we have here,” he chuckles into the microphone.

You smile a big smile at him and motion him to come closer to you with your finger.

He slowly moves closer, taking his sweet time, almost teasing you.

“You want another kiss so you can sit down, is that the idea?” he teases, his feet right near your arms.

You nod your head yes and can’t help but bite your lip. You feel this rush of boldness and reach out and touch his calf. He gets a grin from this gesture and kneels down on one knee for you.

“Well come here baby,” he coos into the microphone. The crowd goes crazy and you feel your heart racing out of your chest. You get on your tippy toes as you try to reach him. He pulls the microphone away from his mouth and places his hand on your face yet again. He gives you a sly grin and shakes his head.

“You naughty girl,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. Your cheeks flush red at the sound of his words but also how passionate the kiss felt. There was so much energy flowing through him and you loved the way his lips felt on you. You squeeze his calf slightly as he is about to break the kiss. You smile up at him and bite your lip. He shakes his head and goes in for another wet kiss and you can’t help a small airy moan escape your lips.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him and let go of his leg. You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and he gets off his knees and stands back up.

“Lord have mercy,” he chuckles back into the mic as the audience continues to egg him on. You feel your head spinning and the loudness of the room only gets worse. You take a deep breath and try to go back to your seat. Other girls were trying to get to the stage too but Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to them. He went back for another drink of water and the band start to play the next song.

You finally reach the booth and Cicily’s mouth is agape and her eyes are blown wide.

“Pay up,” you snicker and hold out your hand.

She continues to have that shocked expression on her face and you burst out into laughter.

“You’re insane! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” You nod your head at her and look back at the stage.

“Well, when’s the next time that’s gonna happen?! The worst he could have said was no. I have nothing to lose we’re leaving in two days, might as well take some memories with us back home,” you say as you realize everything that has happened in these last 20 minutes. Shock and awe are all you can see and so happy that this has happened.

You turn your attention to him on stage and you could swear he’s looking at you, and only you. There are so many songs that he does that sound incredible. He brings a new life to them and there's so much passion in his voice. He’s up there doing what he loves to do and it shines through.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a fantastic audience,” he says humbly as he goes to drink some water. “There’s a song I did in Blue Hawaii, and I’d like to sing it, especially for you,” the first notes of the song ring out on the piano and the heavy sound of the drums follow as he starts Can’t Help Falling in Love.

It’s one of your favorite songs he’s ever done and it always lifts your spirits. His voice rings out beautifully with the rest of his backup singers and you can feel the tears well up in your eyes.

This last hour and a half was surreal and one you’ll never forget. And to end with this song in particular, you know he’s singing it to you, the fans. His love for the fans was something that no other artist had. That’s what made him so special.

A taller man with brunette hair starts to make his way to your table and you look over at Tasha uncomfortably. He greets you both with a smile and you wait for what he’s doing at your table.

“Hi ladies, I’m Jerry. I work with Elvis,” he said trying to talk over the loudspeakers. “We were wondering if you both wanted to come to the after-party tonight for Elvis?”

You shoot Cicily a look and you swear she has stars in her eyes.

“Yes, we’d love to!” You both say at the same time. Jerry laughs at your excitement.

“Alright sounds good, follow me and I’ll escort you both up,”

Your heart raced with excitement and anticipation for what was going to happen next. A party with Elvis!? This has to be some sort of dream you swear.

You all exit the showroom and head through the lobby. Through the hall of elevators, you get in the last one on the right and Jerry holds the door open for your two and makes sure no one is following you. He inserts a key into the panel that gives access to the penthouse floors.

You get up to the top floors and turn the corner to the first doors where you see two big guys blocking the doors. They nod at Jerry and open the door for him. He lets you two in the doors first where there is a lot of people already in the suite with drinks in their hand. The view of the Vegas strip was in the distance, sparkling with all the luster of stars.

You both get yourself glasses of champagne and find an open sofa seat you both share. Your body fills with nerves getting to be so close to him again.

Suddenly a hush falls over the room and this intense amount of energy makes your arm hair stand up.

Above the crowd stands the tall man in his all-white jumpsuit. His hair was wet with sweat and his tan chest glistened.

You stand up, wanting to be seen in the crowd of people yet again. Everyone starts to congratulate him on a wonderful show. He shakes the hands of anyone who reaches out to him and smiles the most gorgeous-looking smile you had ever seen.

Suddenly, his eyes look up at yours as you are staying back from the rest of the group.

He starts walking over and turns to look over at Cicily. She and Jerry are in the midst of a conversation and watch as he leans in and places a kiss on her lips. You cover your face to hide any sounds that might come out of your mouth and quietly giggle.

No one is going to believe the trip you two are having…

By the time you glance back over at Elvis, he’s standing right in front of you, looming over your small frame as you stare deep into those eyes.

“Well, what a great surprise seeing you here. Did you come back for more?’ He teases as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You can’t help but blush at his words and want to play his little game.

“Oh I don’t know about all that, it seems you have enough girls in this suite to keep you busy for a few hours. I don’t think you’ll have time for me,” you say coyly. You normally never act so cocky and sure of yourself, but something about this man made you crazy being so close to him.

“The only one I see that I want to pay any attention to is right in front of me darlin'. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, nothing special.”

“Oh no, I like the sound of that. It suits you. Beautiful and sexy,” he teases.

Your breathing hitches and you have no idea what to say to him. Almost as reading you thought, he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. This time it's different. He’s not putting on an act. There’s no audience necessary that is egging him on to kiss you. He places his hand on the small of your back and slowly pushes you into his strong frame.

You sigh into him loving the feeling of your body touching his. You put your hands on his chest, feeling his soft chest hair on your fingertips.

“Do you need anything darlin’? I need to go take a shower and I’ll come back out to the party.”

“Some more kisses, but I’ll be fine for a little,” you blush and shoot him a sly grin up at him.

“Oh I was right, I do have a naughty girl,” he grins devilishly, “Go enjoy the party. I promise I’ll come find ya.” He winks and starts to walk off to the next room attached to this suite. Your heart flutters at the slightest thing he does. You’ll be lucky to make it back home alive in one piece by the time this night ends.

You look over at Cicily again and she’s still all eyes for Jerry and you smile to yourself.

You try to mingle in with the rest of the guests but your mind keeps wondering when Elvis is coming back out. You wanted to talk to him more, be next to him, and most importantly, you want him to kiss you more.

Minutes go by and you see Elvis through the crowd dressed in a blue button-up, making his electric eyes pop even more, and a pair of black slacks. This man dressed to the nines no matter the occasion and the confidence just dripped off of him. He made his rounds throughout the room making small talk to anyone who came up to him.

Your heart was racing the entire time watching him, just waiting for your turn next. You were sitting on the sofa next to the windows, taking in this breathtaking view when you felt that familiar chill run down your body. You turn to look up at Elvis looking at you. His eyes tracing every inch of your body, looking at you ravenously.

“You like what you see hmm?” You say sheepishly.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, just as he did on the stage, and leans in to whisper.

“I think I found what was missing to make this a perfect view.”

You feel your cheeks begin to redden. “Oh? You think so?”

“I do honey. I’d love to take you right up against that window and make the whole town watch.”

Your heart stops at the sound of his words. You feel your wetness pool at the sound of his words and you cross your legs, your pussy starting to have this needy feeling.

“Why don’t we go into the other room so we can talk more privately,” he says.

You two sneak into the connecting room and he closes the door behind you two. It’s another large living room type of setup with a bar and a piano by the window. You get lost in the beauty of the interior and the gold accents everywhere. He gently grabs your hand and takes you out of the front door and into the room across the hall. When he opens the door, the scent of him fills your nose and makes your mouth water. You hadn’t been around him very long, but the way you love the way he smells is so comforting but also so intoxicating.

There’s a large king-sized bed that consumed the middle of the room, and another grand-sized piano by the window.

You feel his hands wrap around your waist and he turns you to face him.

“That little stunt you pulled out there was a bold one. What made you think to do that?”

“Hmm, I just liked our first kiss so much, I needed another. Couldn’t sit down until I got it,” you say bluntly.

“I’m so glad you did. You were the one that stood out the most to me tonight honey. I couldn’t get enough.” The tension in the room is thick and your body wants him more than anything and it scares you.

You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt, making him get closer to you as you plant a long wet kiss. You feel a low grumble in his chest as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You gasp at the sensations running through your body. You feel the wetness in your panties pool more and you are unsure what to do about it. He carefully slides his hand down the arch of your back and pushes your torso into his. You gasp at the feeling of his erection starting to form. Part of you wants to ravage him right there, but the other part of you is timid and shy. A bolt of nerves raced through your body as it hits you he might want a bit more than just kissing tonight…

But you love the feeling of him against you. The way his hands grope and squeeze your body makes you a complete mess. His hands drift up, as he slides the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Your breathing quickens and you stare up at him, unsure of what to do next.

His fingertips lightly brush the top of your breast and you gasp at the sensation.

“You look so beautiful, mama. Can I see the rest of ya?” He asks so innocently. The boyish smile he has as he looks over your body. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a woman this close.

His gaze is intimidating. You really don’t know what he expects of you but he’s Elvis Presley. He’s surely been with countless women and his expectations are astronomically high when it comes to sex.

Nerves continue to wrack your body almost causing you to shake. Your voice is quiet and unsure, “Elvis, I don’t know. I don’t think you want to do this with me….” The concern lights up his eyes.

“Honey, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything. But what did you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I want to do anything with you? You’re gorgeous baby,” he says with a smile.

“I umm… I know I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not sure about…” you trail off, your cheeks burning red.

His eyebrows squint together in concern.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take real good care of you I promise. I want to give you more,” he places a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your body aches for him to do everything he’s promising you.

But you break the kiss and muster up the courage.

“Elvis I, umm, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man. Ever. I have no idea how to please you and I don’t want this to be something that’s terrible for you. You’re better off finding another girl in that room to have fun with tonight,” your voice soft and weak. You feel so embarrassed about what you had to confess and the insecurities are running off of you like water.

He looks at you stoically, trying to find the right thing to say. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and reaches out his hand for yours. You cautiously move toward him and he looks deep into your eyes.

“Darlin’ that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have no reason to feel bad about it. Not with me at least. If you’re not ready to do anything, that’s fine,” he says softly and thinks for a bit. “Can I ask why it’s never happened? I just thought a gorgeous girl like you, you’d have men throwing themselves at ya,” he quips cutely.

You chuckle at his cheeky comment, “No one’s been worth it. I just didn’t feel the same when it came to having sex with someone and wasn’t just going to do it because they wanted it.”

“I understand darlin’. I’m sorry you’ve felt like that with a man,” he says softly.

Your head spins as this whole situation feels unreal. You have this undeniable need to have him which is crazy to you considering you have never had a man.

“But you’re different, I can tell. I want you, so bad Elvis. Every part of me wants you but I don’t know what you expect of me.”

“You don’t need to do anything darlin’. I’ll take care of you and make you feel so good. I can teach you things, if you want…”

“Yes, teach me… teach me how to make you feel good too. What do you like, please tell me,” you plead.

His eyes start to look aflame, he bites his bottom lip and places a tiny kiss on your cheek down to your neck.

“Mmm, okay dear,” he whispers in your ear.

You take a sharp breath in, loving the way his lips ignite you and all the new sensations that come with it.

“Can I teach you how to suck me off? Would you like me in your mouth?” He asks with lust rolling off his words causing your pussy to clench.

You slowly nod your head yes and he goes on to kiss you again on the lips, slipping his tongue in and groaning.

The idea of his cock in you has you filled with anticipation and need. You had only ever grinded on a few guys in the past over their pants but this was different. Something about Elvis’ commanding presence told you that he was going to fuck you senseless and you were going to love it.

He carefully placed one of your hands on his upper thigh where you can feel his forming erection run down his leg.

You gasp at the feeling and how large he is.

“See whatcha doin’ to me, making me so hard. This is gonna be inside you making you feel so good.” He moans as he feels you start to rub the length of him. The friction of his pants against it is driving him crazy. He trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at times the soft sensitive flesh making you moan.

He leans you back, so he can get better access to your breasts. He kisses and sucks at them, making popping sounds each time he lets go. You feel the rush of wetness go into your panties and the throbbing sensation overtaking your core.

You carefully pull down the fabric of the top of your dress, exposing yourself to him. He groans when he sees what you’re doing and takes his large hands and places them firmly on you. You watch as he squeezes them, applying little pressure at first, then squeezes them harder causing you to moan and your head to fall back. He lifts one of your breasts and puts your nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud.

You gasp, shocked by the way he uses his mouth on you. The more he sucks and licks them, the worse the throbbing becomes in between your legs. You can’t help but push his head more into your breasts wanting him to ravage them more.

You rub his fully formed erection and try to get his pants off of him but he stops you.

“Oh are you ready baby? You want this?” He quips.

You nod your head, “yes, tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” you beg.

“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” You pull down the rest of your dress and stand before him just in your panties. One by one, you undo the buttons on his shirt as you feel his eyes take in the sight before him.

Your hands shake slightly as you get to unbutton his pants and slowly pull down the zipper. You slide down the waist band of his slacks and to your surprise he’s not wearing any underwear, you watch as his large cock spring free from his pants.

You stare and bite your lip. You had no idea what to expect, but you were not expecting this. His cock was longer, and thicker than you expected and the way his veins running along his shaft made your mouth water by just looking at it. Your hands trail down his chest and graze over his length. He hisses at the contact and squeezes your arm.

You’ve never seen a man naked before, but you know this was as perfect as they come.

“Get on your knees for me baby,” he says gently as he sits back down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, looking like the definition of temptation. You kneel in between his legs, wanting to touch all of him so badly but wait for his instructions.

He picks up your hand and wraps it around his shaft. The length of him is warm and there is a clear fluid coming out of the head. He grabs your other hand and has you cup his rather large, heavy-hanging balls.

“What I’d like you to do for me, is just rub me in your hand, back and forth, then lick the head of my cock. Nice and slow like this,” he moves his hand on top of yours and you watch as his foreskin almost envelops his red, leaking head, and pull it back to see more of his protruding veins in his shaft. He has you gently squeeze his balls in your hand, causing his hips to move and dry hump into you. After a few strokes, he lets go of your hands and watches you. You love the small, airy sounds he makes as you put a little more pressure on it. His hips gently roll as he enjoys your hand working his cock.

“Now open your mouth for me, honey. Nice and wide and let me feel you.” You keep stoking him and do as he says. You open your mouth and he slowly guides the tip of his cock into your mouth. The hot heat touches your tongue and you moan. You wrap your lips around his head and suck.

A deep guttural growl comes out of him and you start to suck. This unbeknownst primal instinct takes over you and the smell of him fills your nose making you moan with him in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that mama. Just like that. Use your tongue a bit too. Lick and suck on me.” He groans out. You look up at his face looking so pleasured by this. His mouth is open in awe and watching you intently as you suck and stroke his cock.

You start to use your tongue licking and swirling around his head while sucking him.

You get more excited and decide to put more of him inside your mouth, doing the same motions he told you to. He gasps as you take more of him hungrily. You keep watching him as his eyes pop open and he lets out a loud moan. You test out what gets him going the most. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around his swollen head, and squeeze his balls more making him buck his hips off the bed.

“Oh mama yes, that’s so good. Let me move in and out of your mouth now,” he moans hungrily and grabs a fist full of hair in his hand. You love the way he’s sounding. The way he’s getting off because of you is the most addicting sound and you want to take in more of his cock.

You place your hands on the tops of his thighs and he pushes his hips slightly, having you take in more of his length. You feel his head hit the back of your throat and you sputter and gag around him. He pulls his cock from your throat, making sure you’re okay, and watch as you claw at his thighs, ready for more.

You nod your head at him and take more of him in your mouth. You never thought giving head would be a thing you’d like, but watching him enjoy it so much was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

He continues to moan and tighten the grip on your hair. You move with him and he fills your mouth with his hot length. You try to relax your throat to not gag on him as much but he continues to plunge his cock down your throat, letting you breathe, then putting it back down your throat. He pulls out of you, pulling you from your hair and you let out a soft cry.

“Oh, honey you did so good. Making me feel so good. I could fuck that throat all night, but I need to take care of you now,” he teases and helps you get off your knees. He picks you up and places you on the bed with the pillows underneath your head and back.

He looks like he’s about to eat you alive and you wait patiently.

“How’s my honey doing? Are you feeling okay?” He says as he opens your legs wide for him. Your heart beats wildly out of your chest and feel more wetness pool.

“I need you. I’m throbbing and it won’t go away.” You plead and try to close your legs, hoping some sort of friction would help.

But he doesn’t let you and continues to keep them open, both of his hands on your knees. Looking at your soaked panties, he starts to trail his hand down to your panty line.

“I’m gonna touch you, honey. Making sure you’re all ready for me.” He growls when he feels the wetness that has seeped through the lace fabric. You jump at the friction and he tears them off in one quick motion.

His eyes grow wide as he looks at the wetness leaking out of you. He takes two fingers and slowly rubs your clit, causing an electric shock through your body.

“Oh fuck! What are you…,” your question fades as you moan loudly instead. He runs those two fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and driving you mad. You arch your back and push into his fingers causing a mess in between your legs.

He smiles at the state you’re in, needy and horny, just how he wants you to stay.

“Have you ever played with yourself, honey? You ever put your fingers inside yourself?” He asks innocently.

You blush and have to look away, “I’ve played with myself a few times but umm, I’ve never put my fingers inside myself.” You say shyly. The idea never really popped into your head til now. Wanting Elvis’ fingers inside you sounded like a sin that was so delicious. You were so attracted to the idea.

“Hmm, I see baby. Have you ever made yourself cum?”

Your face turns another shade of red and quickly shake your head no, not wanting to see the reaction on his face.

“Well, I’ll teach you, honey. Make you feel so good. You are very needy tonight… you need something to fill you. Let me finger you and get you ready to take my cock,” he coos. You whine and try to move his hand down lower where the throbbing is growing.

He slowly takes his index finger and puts it in your weeping hole. You had never been penetrated by someone and the feeling of his long finger inside you is overwhelming. His long, slender finger reaches deep inside you while staying firmly taught around him. You buck your hips up into him and cry out.

“Mmm fuck you’re so tight for me baby. I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock.” He teases.

“Make me ready… I want you to fuck me with more than just your fingers,” you beg and buck your hips into him more.

“Oh you fucking naughty girl,” he moans as he pumps his finger in and out of you watching as you are writhing on the bed. You can’t control the sounds that are coming out of your mouth and love the way he’s reaching parts of you that had never been explored. He curls and prods them to your never before touched walls and you swear you’re going to pass out. He enters another finger and you feel this coil in your belly tighten exponentially. He starts to move them faster and curls his fingers up into your walls. Your vision goes blurry for a second, being consumed by the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled fingers. Your walls begin to flutter and he smirks at this, pumping them faster.

“Oh, I love the way this pussy feels. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready to take all this cock inside ya?” You realize he loves to tease as he says this and look down as he has his cock in his hand, slowly jerking it off while looking down hungrily at your leaking cunt.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a frustrated cry.

“Please Elvis,” he pulls his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth, moaning when he tastes your sweet honey. He licks them clean and grabs the back of your thighs to adjust your body. He has you wrap your legs around his waist and you cling onto his shoulders. He jerks his cock in his hand and teases your entrance with just the tip. Every last nerve in your body is on edge and you claw at his arms in anticipation.

“Just relax mama. I’ve got you. It might hurt a little since your cherry hasn’t been popped but I promise it’s gonna feel so good after.” He coos and places sultry kisses on your lips. You moan, ready for him to give you anything he wants.

He’s gentle, and slowly pushes the first few inches of his cock inside you. The way he is stretching you causes you to gasp. He’s so much bigger than you expected and your body doesn’t know what to do.

You cry out his name as he sets this slow, but insistent pace. He grabs one of your breasts in his large hand and squeezes and pinches your nipples in between your fingers. You moan more with the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.

He put more inside you and you feel this sharp pain inside you and you wince. Tears well in your eyes as you try to take him. You cry out as he moves in and out of you carefully. He sees the pain you’re in and holds you tighter.

“Doing so good baby,” he caresses you.

He keeps you there locked with him, caressing your face and looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Everything about this felt so natural. The nerves that were filling your body moments ago were slowly dissipating and you were just enjoying the moment with him inside you. He thrusts his hips, putting the last few inches inside you and you let out a loud moan. He keeps still as he enjoys seeing you like the way he’s making you feel.

“Such a good girl for me baby. Doing so good. Your cherry popped. It’s gonna feel so good now,” he says as you look down at his long length moving in and out of you. You see some light spotting of your blood around his shaft but the pleasure starts to build the more he’s moving. You watch as he rubs your clit and pushes the rest of his cock inside you again. You feel his balls hit your ass and he doesn’t move as he lets you adjust to the size of him.

“Oh fuck Elvis, you’re killing me holy fuck.” You cry out, gasping for breath.

“Mmm, yea baby? You like how this big cock fills you up?”

You claw at his back, needing him to move and help this never-ending pulsating in your core.

“God, yes I love it. Please give me more,” he nods his head and smiles down at you.

He begins to move his hips and the pain has disappeared. Nothing but pleasure is running through your veins. He moves with more rhythm as he bucks and swirls his hips into you. He places his thumb over your clit and starts to work at it.

Your eyes roll back and let the feeling of what he’s giving you take over your body.

“So goddamn tight for me baby. Taking this cock so well,” he grunts over you as he starts to fuck you faster.

You can’t stop the noises that are coming out of you, loving every second of how he’s fucking you and making you come apart on his cock. The sounds of your skin slapping against his and the wet noises coming from your pussy were driving you both crazy.

Your walls flutter and your whole body tenses. There’s panic in your eyes and Elvis knows it by the look on your face.

“It’s okay darlin I got you. You’re gonna come for me,” he commands and looks deep in your eyes. “I feel you ready to come apart all over me.”

Your whole body tenses and the heat of the orgasm washes over you over and over again. You scream out his name as your walls squeeze his girth. Your nails leave red marks down his back and he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm. You relish in the way this feels and can’t believe you’ve never even given yourself this feeling!

“Mmm fuck, such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good. Keep coming for me,” he pleads as his thumb works faster on your clit.

Your body feels like it’s never felt before. Feeling so light yet so on edge with the way his cock is filling you up and stretching you out. You watch as he lifts your hips up and continues to pound into you.

Taking this new position makes it feel completely different and love the way he’s hitting this particular part inside of you that makes you feel like you can cum all over again on him.

By the look on his face, he is loving every second of this. The way he bites his lower lip and the way sweat has formed on the sides of his temples. You watch as you see the veins on his neck pop out as he fucks you to the hilt.

His rhythm starts to become more sporadic and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to hold on a bit longer. You love the way he’s taking you and can’t get enough of how he fills you up. Your coil in your belly tightens gets again and you let your second orgasm take over your entire body. He groans loudly as you cum on him, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Ah hell, mama. I love it when you cum on me. I’m so close. Where’d you want me to cum?” He agonizingly says through his teeth.

Your brain races, fuzzy from your high of orgasm and unsure what to say. This has never happened before for you and weren't sure exactly what an orgasm would be like for him.

“I want you back in my mouth please Elvis,” you whine breathlessly.

He pulls out of you quickly and you groan at feeling so empty. Your arousal pools out of you and onto the comforter.

He re-adjusts your body by lifting you up underneath your arms and sits you up. He stands up on his knees and puts his cock in front of your lips. He takes his hand and jerks himself in front of you, placing his free hand on the back of your head.

“Open that mouth for me, baby, I’m gonna fill this mouth up,” your heart beats uncontrollably and you grab the back of his thighs, preparing yourself for whatever he is going to give you.

He leans his head back and his mouth opens as you feel hot, salty spurts of his cum land on your tongue and the back of your throat. He places more of his cock in your mouth and you lick the base of it, causing him to moan your name loudly.

“Oh fuck, oh god mama yes take this cock baby,” he groans in ecstasy. Your mouth fills with his cum and waits for him to come down from his high. You had never had this happen before so you don’t know what to do with his load.

He pulls out of your mouth, breathless from it all, and watches you with your mouth open for him, seeing the milky white substance coating your mouth.

“Such a good girl baby. Time to swallow,” he taps your chin and you close your mouth. You look up at him and swallow in one big gulp. The taste of his salty, thick load coated your throat and you have to swallow a few times to fully clear your throat.

He looks down at you pleased, looking at how you’re breathless too and your mascara running down your face.

“Mmm, such a hungry slut you are,” you groan, leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he nips your bottom lip.

“Did you like that baby? Did I make you feel good?” He caresses your face, wiping the black streaks from your face.

“That was… incredible… I had no idea what to expect but it wasn’t that,” you say exasperated.

He has that cocky grin on his face you’ve seen so many times in pictures come to life and you wanted to wipe it right off of him.

“We’ll good darlin', that’s what I wanted for your first time,” he says tenderly and places a few soft kisses on your lips.

He gets off the bed and goes to grab you a towel. He gently rubs the wetness and blood off of you and himself. The way he is so tender yet so dominating throws you for a loop but you just sit back and enjoy the moment.

“Did you want to go back to the party? We can stay here, it’s completely up to you,” he asks as he hands you your dress.

“I wouldn’t mind going back to the party and having some food. I’m kinda hungry,” you say cutely. You start to get up off the bed and it suddenly hits you. Elvis ripped your panties off of you… you’re going to have to walk back into that party without any on.

“Elvis, how am I supposed to go back out there without any panties on! You completely ruined them!” You snicker.

He laughs at your disgruntled state.

“Correction darlin’, you ruined your panties, I just took them off of ya to help that needy pussy of yours,” he teases. “And besides, I like you better without them. You’ll just have to behave and not soak through your dress for the rest of the night,” he sneers as he grabs you by his hips and pushes you into him. A small groan escapes you and smile up at him.

“You wanna put money on that?” you wink at him.

Tagging 💖

@powerofelvis @plasticfantasticl0ver @burninlovebutlerr @ab4eva @cryingabtab @returntoelvis @kendralavon7 @peaceloveelvis @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @woundmetender @thatbanditqueen @kaitaesupremacy @eliseinmemphis @alyssaraen @18lkpeters @lookingforrainbows @presleysdarling @marriedtopresley @presleyenterprise @missmaywemeetagain @succsessions @yagirlalexx

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Prince Royalty AU (2) Masterlist

part one

A Fairytale And A Half (fanfiction.net) - authortress

Summary: Prince Philip has a fairytale life, right down to the big quest to save the True Love he’s never met from a witch in a big scary forest. He’s never been outside the castle before, let alone a forest, so when it becomes apparent that Dan - a farm boy -knows the area, he tries to persuade him to be a guide so Phil won’t die before doing whatever it was he was meant to do in there.

An Omega From A Small Town - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan Howell is a teenage Omega boy from a small town, and his parents keep him hidden away in their family home. He’s practically a slave to them. Word gets out that Phil Lester, the prince, is looking for a mate. Dan’s family takes him to meet him, but Dan doesn’t expect he’ll end up with him.

A Prince’s Choice (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Prince Phillip reconnects with an old friend at the royal family’s annual Christmas party.

Blessed with a Curse (ao3) - Mirian_Rodrigues Summary: A prince accidentally wrongs a wizard and is cursed so that no woman shall ever love him. Fortunately, the prince is gay and now that the wizard is a little calmer he notices that the prince is super cute.

Sparks fly, and not because of a magic spell.

Enchanted (ao3) - roryonice

Summary: Daniel Howell, the eldest prince of England has just turned 24 and is about to engage in a Bachelorette-style competition between 100 princes to find himself a suitor. Over the course of the summer, Daniel must choose one of these 100 princes to marry. Let the games begin!

first violin (ao3) - olfrogbait

Summary: Princes Dan and Phil agree to get married in order to forge a political alliance.

Forgive Me (ao3) - FollowYourDreams

Summary: The year is 2224. Dan Howell is the prince of Pacis, living in the lavish Community, dreading his 21st birthday. Phil Lester is a servant at the Community, and has been for 6 years ever since he was taken from his home. On a fateful day, Dan and Phil lock eyes for the first time, and everything changes, but neither of them know if it’s for better or worse.

Heart of Gold (ao3) - pasteldanhowells, rainbowchristy

Summary: Following the events of our previous fic, Your Crowning Glory, this is a timestamp a year later. Read as we catch up with Dan and Phil and how Dan’s life has been as king. But, nothing is perfect. When Phil starts acting strange and his name starts popping up in the headlines, Dan fears the worst: Phil’s keeping secrets from him, and trying to steal his crown again.

holy ghost (ao3) - sadlybunny

Summary: A reunion between the prince and his fiancé after Phil has been in Germany.

If The Crown Fits - crystaiskiess

Summary: The Royalty AU nobody asked for in which Prince Daniel falls head over heels for his best friend and servant boy, Phil.

Midnight Garden (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: He who plants a garden plants happiness.

In which Phil is a gardener at the palace and Dan is a reclusive prince.

My Happily Ever After (ao3) - tol_but_smol

Summary: Phil is a prince and Dan’s his servant

Not Your Type (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan has been valet to Prince Phil for ten years and has managed to keep his feelings a secret because he knows they can never be together. When the royal family throws a masquerade ball to celebrate Phil’s 25th birthday, Dan takes the opportunity to finally face Phil as an equal.

pastry chef attempts to steal phil’s heart (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: If anyone asks, Prince Philip’s sneaky morning journeys down to the royal pastry kitchen are for nothing more than the perfect cup of coffee.

remember this feeling (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “And now Dan found himself in the limelight. Of course he knew his moment would be over in a few months, but he had always been told to milk it for as much as it could be worth."When Daniel Howell receives an invitation to discuss his bestselling novel with the actual Prince of England, he’s understandably nervous. But with pressure from his publicist, he attends the event, and soon enough, he and Prince Philip spark an unlikely friendship. The Prince’s adorable corgi probably didn’t hurt either.

Six Ravens (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan meets Prince Philip at a cyberbullying campaign, but what starts as a working relationship grows complicated when Dan realizes he’s falling for the prince and maybe, just maybe, he’s not alone in his feelings.

snowdrops and second chances (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: A tale of the prince who set out to rid his kingdom of magic and the healing witch who found him.

That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be(ao3) - Iceprincessvictuuri (orphan_account)

Summary: The English king and queen are beloved by all throughout the country and they have a son, the prince, who would rather sit in his chambers then find a suitor. Dan already likes the man he ran into at the coffee shop a few blocks away anyways.

The Knight (ao3) - PsychoRadiance

Summary: Prince Daniel of Arabella: second heir to the royal throne, son of King Marcus and Queen Pippin, and a massive pain in the ass. Prince Daniel’s father is seeking a private protection unit for his son, but The Prince seems slightly unwilling to comply to this arrangement.

The Prince’s Protector (ao3) - aby55al (abyssa1)

Summary: Dan is a prince and Phil is his personal bodyguard. Then they have sex.

Your Crowning Glory (ao3) - pasteldanhowells, rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan is 18 years old when the news is suddenly sprung upon him that he is next line to be the next king of Genovia, but things don’t go as smoothly as he thought, between having a suddenly busy schedule, a new lifestyle, an arranged marriage that Dan has no control over, and worst of all, Philip Lester trying to steal his crown.

[miniherodesktales]

Note: Abandoned One-Shot for Smegtober. It's not finished so please excuse the gaps in the story. Set in an AU. I felt like writing about about a nicer Rimmer. It changes the story a lot.

Day 6: Stranded In The Best and Worst Day Of My Life

Once upon a time, many, many years ago now, I found myself stealing myself a ride home on a derelict mining ship called the Red Dwarf. I went from pushing shopping trolleys around a parking lot to travelling the Solar System, I flew among the stars. I got bored, drunk, I made a best friend, I studied, I fell in love. I hated that I loved my life in the JMC.

But things went strange on the best and worst day of my life. It was my birthday; I was promoted; Krissy said "yes"; and my best friend died. That ion storm we're stranded in isn't just an ion storm and I found myself living the same day over and over again.

Can anyone out there tell me why? Can anyone hear me?

***

Lister blinked back the drunken tears of joy, although it wasn't just the alcohol enhancing his mood - he really was overwhelmed by happiness.

He had only joined the JMC so he could get a ride back to Earth, but life on the Red Dwarf had given him everything he had ever needed to be happy. It had given him the love and friendship he had never experienced before.

It was his 25th birthday and a not-so-surprise party was being held in the Parrot Bar in his honour. OK, so maybe the party itself had been a poorly kept secret ('Parrot Bar, eight PM sharp, wear the Hawaiian shirt I've laid out for you and a surprised grateful look, you jammy git!' Rimmer's note had informed him), but seeing his girlfriend and his best friend tap dancing on the bar had Lister whooping and cheering along with everyone else.

The dance came to abrupt halt when Krissy attempted to do a particularly ambitious high-kick. Thankfully Rimmer caught her and jumped down to the floor with Krissy still in his arms. He deposited her straight into a gaggle of her closest friends and made his way back to Lister's table and fell into a chair.

Lister slapped his shoulder. 'Arnie, you never told me you could tap dance.'

'Badly!' Rimmer grinned. 'I've never told you I could tap dance badly. And you'll never see it again!'

'Booo! When did you learn? Oh, wait, I know -'

'Boarding school!' the two man said in unison and burst into giggles.

Arnold J Rimmer was a long term resident of the Dwarf and immediately liked by all who met him. He was also considered to be something of a mystery and that made him "hot stuff" according to Krissy and her girlfriends. He had spent his childhood being moved from one terrible boarding school to another and took great pleasure in telling tall stories to anyone who would listen about his time spent in them. They ranged from the secret midnight raids on the kitchen to raising a crocodile in the attic, to being beaten for snoring. He had three brothers, all of whom had been killed in service to the Space Corp and no intention of doing the same himself. He claimed to be happy enough being a disappointment to his awful parents as a third class engineer and spending his free time creating works of art, which in his own words were: "Too hideous to see the light of day so must be immediately blasted out of the airlock." Lister strongly disagreed with him on that, but there was no arguing with Rimmer when he was in a creative dark mood.

When Lister had first joined the Dwarf, Rimmer had taken him under his wing, nagged him endlessly to "pull your socks up and apply yourself, you bum, or I'll write to your terrifying grandma!" and they had quickly become close friends. After two years bunking together Lister looked to Rimmer as the "posh, overly privileged brother I've never asked for, but I love to bits."

'Krissy's great, isn't she?' Lister asked.

Rimmer blew out his lips and tipped his head back.

'You're always asking me that. You just want to hear me drone on about how wonderful your girlfriend is!'

'Yeah, I do.'

'Very well, Krissy K is amazing, beautiful, sexy, talented, and you should hurry up and propose to her tonight.'

'Hey, how do you know about that?'

'Because it's just the kind of sappy thing you would do. I suppose I have no choice but to be your Best Man?'

'You don't have to make it sound like a chore!'

'If you mean organising you, your stag party, looking after the ring, getting you to the church on time, holding your little hand, and preventing you from getting stains on your suit? I'll deserve a medal.'

Krissy bounded over to their table, beaming her famous pinball smile.

'Arnie, we make a stylish team!'

'Right on, sister!' Rimmer smiled back, but it quickly disappeared after a drunken roar filled the bar. He winced, hands instinctively covering his ears, and stood up. 'I'm going to bed,' he announced. 'I hate you all,' he said as a way of goodbye.

'Is he OK?' Krissy asked.

'He's fine,' Lister reassured her. 'He just doesn't like the noise,' he said, gesturing to his own ear. 'And being stuck in this ion storm isn't helping his mood. It always puts him on edge.'

'Maybe you should go after him. Make sure he gets home safe.'

'Are you asking me to leave?'

Krissy pushed her face close to his. 'I'll be waiting for you here, but I think you should be a good mate to your best mate. Give Arnie this goodnight kiss from me,' she said and kissed him on the lips.

'I might keep it for myself,' Lister smirked. He snatched up his hat. 'Back soon!'

***

'Dave, stay on your bunk, we need the space! Quick, get him on the floor - he's cold!'

'Peterson's bringing the defibrator,' Holly said blandly. 'I'll talk you through CPR until he gets here. Frank, two rescue breaths, then thirty chest compressions. One and two and three and four - good, keep going - six and seven -Rachel, get ready to take over; Peterson's almost here - ten and eleven -'

Dave held his head in hands, rocking back and forth on his bunk. He dared not jump down in case he got in the way, disrupted the rhythm of the CPR that might just keep Rimmer going until Peterson arrived. But, he had no real hope. It was same each 24 hours. Arnold J Rimmer dies in the early hours of each morning....then the clock spun back. The storm was still ongoing...it was his birthday...he passed his entry level engineering exam...there was a not so surprised party....

'All life signs have stopped,' he heard Holly announce. 'You can stop CPR now. Time of death for Arnold J Rimmer: 3.21 AM.'

'But I have the defibrator' Peterson said thickly. Always late.

'He's gone,' Todhunter answered quietly. And never being one to miss out on an opportunity to explain something added, 'Defibrators they're not actually designed to -'

'He's dead!' Lister interrupted. He always interrupted now, unable to bear hearing Todhunter explaining how defibrillators worked on hearts in arrhythmia but not ones that had completely shut down and stopped.

***

'I'm not going to let you die, Arnie,' Lister growled. He snatched up a baseball bat. 'Not again anyway.'

'What's your plan? You can't you just whack death on the head for me and say, "Sorry, not today, matey!" If it's my time, it's my time.'

Lister shook his head.

'If Death comes anywhere near you, I'm going to rip his balls out. No more messing around with time loops! This ends today. We're breaking out this ion storm and going home. I can't see you die again.'

Krissy nodded. 'Worth a try, Arn. I'd say lets go with the ripping Death's balls out plan. It's gotta be more fun than dying.'

Rimmer pouted. 'But I die so well!'

Lister gently prodded him with the baseball bat.

'Not today you don't. Time to fight back.'

***

My name is Dave Lister and I found myself stranded in the best and worst day of my life. It was my birthday; I was promoted; Krissy said "yes"; and my best friend died.

We fought back and won. We broke the time loop and Rimmer survived. We escaped the ion storm, but it came at a price.

We found ourselves stranded in another dimension with no hope of finding our way home, but we keep moving forward.

We travel the stars; we battle Gelfs, Simulants, and anyone else who gets in our way.

But we live, we survive, over and over again.

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison, photographed by Robert Matheu in 1987; (bottom photo) a note, probably from the 1970s, sold by Bonhams in June 2014 (along with a Christmas card signed by the McCartney family). Written on a Dark Horse Records slip, it reads:

“The time of my birth was 12:10 AM 25/2/43 Best wishes with your astrology project George Harrison”

“Well, he was actually born just after midnight, but it was wartime, and so because of the blackout, the clocks were set ahead yet another hour. […] And so, really, when — if you’re into astrology as we were and are, then the real time was before midnight, so really it was on the 24th. And so sometimes he would — you know, sometimes if you said happy birthday on the 24th, he’d say, ‘It’s not my birthday.’ If you said it on the 25th, he’d say, ‘You missed it.’” - Olivia Harrison, Breakfast With The Beatles, February 25, 2007

“He was just a sweetheart in all ways and he — you know, I mean, he had his moods too, you know, but he was basically… liked everybody to be happy, as happy as they could be, and I think that’s really what we should all remember is, you know, ‘be here now,’ and try and make the best of this moment. That’s what you hear in his songs and that’s what I try to… the advice I try to take when I listen to his music, which I do all the time. Really, just ‘beware of darkness.’ There’s a lot of it about, but there’s also a lot of light. I try and remember that — ‘be here now.’ What’s happening now is okay.” - Olivia Harrison, ibid (x)

[asmolbirb]

10 years ago I made a list of goals

It was 2am. I was staying up late to browse Tumblr, read fic, and generally enjoy a reprieve from the teenage angst du jour. To pass the time, I decided to redo my Tumblr tagging system, a project I’d put off for ages because, as I quickly found myself bemoaning, “This is going to take forever.”

But that got me thinking. What other things did I want to do that felt hopelessly out of reach -- pipe dreams for which “forever” was an appropriate timeline? Once I started cataloguing them, I found I yearned for a great many impossible experiences, goals that would likely require drastic changes in my life and environment to achieve.

Could I make those dreams come true?

Thus my “25 by 25″ was born: 25 impossible things I wanted to accomplish, with an aspirational deadline of my 25th birthday -- a date so unthinkably far away at 15 that it was practically synonymous with “forever.”

The list has evolved over the years, with different goals entering and exiting the medley as the bounds of impossibility changed for me. Ultimately, every goal that made the final cut fulfilled the same criteria: it was something within my power (and desire) to attain, and it was something that, at some point in my life, felt impossibly, hopelessly, unattainable.

Well, I turn 25 today.

And I’ve accomplished every single thing on the list.

Small goals like eating things my parents forbade me from eating as a kid. Massive goals like skydiving and seeing the northern lights in person. Goals that signified independence and financial security (getting a tattoo); that made me take chances (publishing a story); that encouraged me to pursue adventure (doing a cross country road trip). Finishing Bleach, just as the clock ticked past midnight.

There’s a lot I’m reflecting on today as I celebrate completing the most ambitious to-do list I’ve ever made, but mostly I’m remembering how exciting it felt each time I crossed something off the list, because it meant I’d just done something cool and fun and impossible! And it meant I was building a life where I was allowed and able to experience joy, and confidence, and ambition, and the myriad other incredible, impossible things I didn’t think I’d get to have when I was 15.

It’s crazy to look back and remember how many things used to feel impossible that now fall completely within the realm of possibility. And I’m so unbelievably excited to find out what other impossible things I’ll end up adding to the list.

[thechasmsurveys]

4.

What is your nickname? Franny, BMoney, babe, kid, bandit. I have a lot lol.

When is your birthday? June 25th.

What was your longest relationship? The one I’m in now with my husband. We’ve been together for 6 years and married for 4.

What is your favorite book? That’s so hard because I have a ton of books I absolutely love. I don’t think I have just one favorite. I loved The Silent Patient, Midnight Sun, Pride and Prejudice, One True Loves, Fourth Wing, etc. There’s too many to name.

What is something you're insecure about? My body for sure. The entire thing lolllllll.

5 Male celebrity crushes N/A.

5 Female celebrity crushes N/A

What is your dream job? I think I’m doing it, which is crazy to say.

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment? This is going to sound so weird. Quitting my masters for my mental health. Being the first one in my family to go to therapy and get on antidepressants and be the leader and push my family needed to start understanding that mental health is not optional. Now, my parents both still need therapy, but I’m proud of myself for knowing I needed a break and stopping instead of killing myself.

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe? Uhm, I really don’t know.

What were your highs and lows for this last month? The month just started so I’ll say the highs and lows for December. The highs were spending time with Colton. The lows would be the marital issues (I really don’t want to talk about it on here) from earlier in the month. That was so hard.

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit? Greece would be nice. Montana.

How do you de-stress? Read, take a long shower.

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr? Monopoly Go lollllll. Bookstagram.

Describe yourself in one sentence. I am tenacious.

What do you think makes you attractive? My drive and my compassion towards others.

What is something you're really good at? Crying lol. Yayyyyyy depression.

What is something you're really bad at? Expressing my emotions.

A time that you told a lie. Oh, I don’t know.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know? I’m too tired for this survey rn. I should have stopped earlier.

Who knows you the best? Colton.

What is your most prized possession? My engagement ring, my kindle.

What is your longest friendship? Lauren and I have been friends since she was born basically lol. And she’s two years younger than me.

When did you first feel like an adult? When I moved out at 18.

Do you/ Have you played any sports? Nooooo, no sports.

How are you feeling right now? Exhausted.

Are you an early bird or a night owl? I’m a night owl for sure.

Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

Favorite song lyrics right now? I don’t really have any.

What does self care look like for you? Reading, taking a long shower.

Describe yourself with 3 singers. ??

What makes you nervous? Life, honestly.

What’s a pet peeve you have? When people go to a restaurant and don’t eat.

What will always make you cry? Pride and Prejudice.

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people? Shy and quiet.

[gamethyme]

Discworld

I don’t throw a lot of original content out onto the internet these days.  It’s not just Tumblr, either - it’s internet-wide.

I just don’t have a ton of long-form writing in me anymore, and - honestly - I’m probably not interesting enough as a person to bother with much short-form writing, either.

But last week was the Glorious 25th of May, and that’s an Important Day in our household. And ... I didn’t say anything about it. Because what can I say that isn’t already being said elsewhere? And probably better than I can say it?

Especially because I feel like a fraud, because I haven’t finished the series.

The Discworld series is one of the more impactful series I’ve ever read. I read the first one (The Colour of Magic) when I was a kid - too young to get even a fraction of the jokes contained within it.  It was a library hardcover.

I read it somewhere between 1984 and 1989, as I read it in the car on the way to Montana for one of our annual holiday trips (it could have been Christmas, it could have been summer).  I laughed at the jokes I got, which wasn’t all of them.  Not even close, of course. 

I read most of the rest in smatterings as I aged up.  Every book, I got more and more of the jokes - and I know there are jokes I’m still missing, because they’re aimed at Brits, and, despite some shared history, the US and UK are not the same.

When I got my first job in 1992 or so, I started spending paychecks on books, and Pratchett’s were (of course) books I bought.  By this point, they were paperbacks. And I bought most of them, sometimes multiple times as covers changed.

Fast forward to my late twenties, and my girlfriend was moving in with me.

It’s a big step, and, when you are both book-lovers, there’s a huge decision to make right off the bat: Do you intermingle your libraries? Because what if things don’t work out? How do you keep track of which books go with whom in the inevitable messy, messy split?

We only had two points of overlap:

Classics and Pratchett.

That - more than her moving in - was a sign to me that this relationship was going to last (we are now married, by the way, so it was a Good and True sign).

Fast forward a few years, and we both get Kindles. A short time later, Amazon makes it possible to purchase books for others as gifts. A bit after that, you could schedule your gifts for special events.

On the eve of her birthday (about 9pm Pacific), she received more than 30 e-mails that she’d received a Kindle book as a gift.  I’d spent close to a year, buying one or two books every paycheck so she could have all of them on her Kindle.

Best gift I’ve ever given anyone, truth be told. I’m not the world’s best gift-giver.

As more books came out, I’d either order them for her or send her money so she could order them herself.

Eventually, Amazon did family library sharing, so now I had access to them, too.  This was in 2014 or so.

And then in February of 2015, I started to re-read again.  I read them like crazy.

I’m a voracious reader. Always have been. I fell out of reading in 2010 or so - I read, but slowly and less. I don’t know why - I still don’t know why. I’d only read the Discworld books through about Thief of Time (book 26, per Wikipedia)

But in 2015, I decided to re-read the Discworld books. I needed to read again - I’m not being myself if I’m not reading something.

And so I burned through the Discworld books.  I finished a least one book per night.  All the way up through I Shall Wear Midnight. I caught a ton of jokes I’d missed in previous reads (and re-reads).  I laughed and laughed and laughed.

And then Pratchett passed, and suddenly there were only three more books to read, and I’d be ... done.  There wouldn’t be any new Discworld for me to read.

And I stopped.  Because I just ... I can’t read them, because then I’ll be done. There won’t be new magic for me to discover.

You can’t see it, but I’m tearing up a bit as I write this.  It’s been the better part of a decade, now, and Pratchett’s loss still hurts.

My grandmother died when I was eleven or twelve. She was the only member of my family who really understood me. When Mom would lock us out of the house to go play outside (my grandparents had several hundred acres of land in Montana), she would meet me out back with a book - all I had to do was be far enough away that Mom couldn’t see me from the house.  And reading under a tree in a Montana summer afternoon is still something I remember very fondly.

I was too young to really grasp her passing, so it didn’t really hit me like it should have.  Don’t get me wrong - it impacted my life significantly, but not on an emotional level.

I was old enough to understand the loss of Pratchett.

... and I want to read the last three books. I just can’t.

For nearly ten years, now, my excuse has been that I can’t face the end. I can’t handle having seen all of the magic of the Disc.

But the excuse is hollow, because every time I re-read one of his books, I find new-to-me things. And interacting with the fan community has highlighted even more things (did you know that XXXX is a brand of Australian Beer, and that’s probably why Fourecks is the Counterweight Continent?).

There is strong magic in re-reading. But in order to re-read, I have to read first.

I should get on that.

[theshippingcorner]

Nobody asked but I did mention playing Pokémon Scarlet for the first time recently so I figured I would post my journey so far! Photos of my switch taken on my phone because I actually can't transfer the screenshots off my switch :(

I had a great time starting my journey solo up to my first proper Pokémon Center, my starter was a Fuecoco named Strudel!

At the first Pokémon Center I met up and linked with my husband and now we play co-op! We get to experience the entire journey together and it's my favorite thing hanging out with him <3

His Sprigatito Basil isn't too bright though

I'm not too bright either I got stuck on this little ledge for 5 mins because I got teleported there during a Pokémon battle.

Then we merged to become one and terrorized Director Clavell.

I promptly fell in love with Arven and Penny, and took down my first Gym easily! It was a lot of fun!

Then the game flicked over to midnight so the 24th changed into the 25th and I got my happy birthday!! (Ethan blinked)

I'm not allowed to add more images to the post sadly but I have more if yall want to see more of the journey! I know this isn't standard content for this blog but I'm having fun and this is what I do when I'm not answering asks lol

[dreamingofaizawa]

Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

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“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

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***3 months later***

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A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

4 “I just want to relax in your arms”

In a future world where Nick is back. And it’s Sabrina’s birthday

Sometimes it still amazes her that everything ended up working in their favor. From pretty much the day she turned sixteen Sabrina’s life was catapulted into chaos, her relationship with Nick not always an exception.

Undeniable. Passionate. Unrelenting. That is how Sabrina always preferred to describe her relationship with Nick. However, chaotic seemed to describe it well too with the numerous times they’d each sacrificed themselves for the other.

They didn’t have to worry about that any longer though. Some ancient loophole and favor from the Lilith, the now Queen of Hell, allowed Sabrina to pull Nick back for good. No psychopomps gathered when she pulled him into his arms, and none came hunting when she pulled him into her room. Their room now, neither were willing to spend another night alone.

And today, today was Sabrina’s 25th birthday. They hadn’t spent a birthday of hers earth-side since her disastrous 17th, and Nick was determined to make this one the best yet.

He kissed the top of her head as he felt her start to shift in his arms. And he chuckled when she groaned, not quite ready to be awake. They’d worked each other to exhaustion the night before, Nick having given her her very first birthday gift right there in their bed as the clock struck midnight. It was a few hours before they finally fell asleep tangled in each other’s embrace, Sabrina barely moving an inch since shutting her eyes.

“Happy birthday, Spellman.” Nick whispered as he ran a hand through her hair and down her back. When she lifted her head from his chest she smiled and had one eye open and Nick gave her the kiss on the lips he knew she wanted. 

“G’morning.” She whispered with a sweet cadence before snuggling back into his arms. Her next words were muffled against his chest, and he felt her kiss him there. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” Nick continued to rub her back soothingly, letting them both bask in the morning light a bit. “I…I’m really glad you were born.”

Sabrina heard the slightly solemn hint to his tone so she lifted her head to see him.

“And I’m really glad that you’re here.” Sabrina said before sitting up and kissing him deeply, sinking a thousand I love you’s into each press of their lips. She sighed and pressed her forehead to his, breathing deeply. “I just want to relax in your arms. All day.”

Nick kissed her again, soft and tender before smirking.

“You know there’s nothing I’d rather do than hog you and keep you in bed all day.” Nick brushed her hair back as she blushed at the though. “But I think your family would be upset if I didn’t share.”

“I’m still mad at them.” Sabrina sat up and crossed her arms like a stubborn toddler and it made Nick chuckle.

“I know, babe, but it’s your birthday.” He squeezed her cheek and her annoyed look popped into a smile. “Plus everything worked out okay didn’t it?”

“My aunties have gotten me for my last seven birthdays, Nick.” She reached over and let her fingers dance along his chest, her voice growing somber. “You were gone for so long and I-”. She pressed her lips together and willed the tear not to fall. Not today, on her first happy birthday in a long time. “I just love you so much. I want us to have time to celebrate.”

Nick moved so his back was against the headrest and he could pull her to his chest. He did this often, laying her ear right above his heartbeat. The sound calmed her down, her body recognizing that his was wonderfully and beautifully alive.

“We are going to have a thousand more birthdays to celebrate, Spellman.” He kissed the top of her head and let her linger there a moment. “Hecate, I love you so much.”

She lifted her head to look at him and smiled softly, kissing him deeply again before returning the statement.

“I think your aunties could spare a little more time, don’t you think?” Nick asked her after a minute and her wide answering smile confirmed he was right. “I think it’s present time.”

Her face lit up even more as she looked at him.

“Presents?” He smirked at her and kissed her cheek, leaning over the bed to grab what was a giant bag of gifts. “Nick…that’s too much!”

“Never.” Nick shook his head before smirking wider. “Besides I missed seven birthdays. I have to catch up.”

She couldn’t tackle him back to the bed fast enough.

Gif by: @bettyjugheads

[seasonsofeverlark]

Secret Midnights

Author: @mega-aulover​

Prompt: Hi! My birthday is May 25th, and I’d love a fic with Everlark sneaking around in a secret relationship and Katniss standing up for Peeta to his mother when she is hiding as she attacks him! I always love the idea of our girl just not being able to keep her mouth shut when Mrs. Mellark is involved and I’d love to see something like that! Thank you SO much :). [submitted by @albinokittens300​]

Rating: M

Author’s Note: For @albinokittens300​. Happy Birthday! Thank you to @norbertsmom​ for her beta skills and patience. _______________

Katniss Everdeen’s life read like one of those steamy trashy novels her sister Prim always hid in their room, not realizing they were easily found. The ill-conceived tropes of enemies to lovers were all rooted in teenage angst.

“Katniss,” Peeta muttered right before his lips kissed her own, his large masterful hands gripping her hips, as he pressed against her fabric-covered center.

“Peeta,” Katniss muttered in between kisses; she ground her hips into his. The blanket beneath her was soft and warm. She wished she had the ability to vanish the clothing barrier between them.

There was a time that the boy in her arms was the enemy. So hated and despised for his blonde hair, popularity amongst the school kids, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and incredible blue eyes. Now she appreciated all of his attributes, but she especially had an affinity for his large hands. Peeta worshiped her body with his large, wonderful hands.

His warm lips were gliding down her neck, nipping at the tender flesh. Katniss gasped at the sensation of his straight white teeth scraping along the column of her neck.

They were once enemies that exchanged frosty glances in the hallowed halls of District Twelve’s high school. They were enemies in that most ancient way that the Montagues and the Capulets would have died for, and the Hatfields and the Mccoys duked it out in civil disobedience over. So hated that the thin line between love and hate snapped and one day a heated argument became a passionate kiss for dominance.

That kiss led to an awakening and a surge of hormones. What was once distasteful, was now attractive, and what was once unthinkable, was now mouthwateringly appetizing. That rush of lustful abandon somehow morphed into something deeper and sure, as steady and as unmoving as the mountains that surrounded District Twelve.

Yet here they were in the dark underneath the apple tree in his yard, under a symphony of brightly shining stars, making out like rabid beasts during another secret midnight rendevous.

“Peeta,” Katniss whispered into his ear.

“Katniss,” Peeta, looked down at her, his body rhythmically rubbing against hers.

Her womb felt tight, desperate for the sweet release only Peeta could bring her to. She wound her legs tighter around his waist as they pressed their most intimate parts over the other seeking the friction. Until she was rocketed into ecstasy.

Katniss gasped as she came.

Peeta became still watching her fall apart and float back to reality. He held her tenderly. Katniss noticed the bulge in his pants.

“You didn’t,” Katniss whispered.

“It was all about you,” he said tenderly, moving them so that they lay side by side, snuggled closely. Katniss rubbed her nose into the curve of his neck.

This was once her enemy and now her beloved treasure.

“When are we going to tell everyone?”

Katniss sighed at Peeta’s question. This was the current problem, the reason they argued.

They were graduating soon and the real world was looming. Katniss was unsure about the reception they would receive if they made their relationship public.

Peeta said what was once a secret could no longer be kept hidden. Peeta insisted they had a right to strike out on their own and make a life for themselves.

Katniss struggled with this. Her heart was given to him and there was no way of taking it back. If they ended because of the prejudices and Peeta was forced to choose another she would become a soulless beast, hollowed out by the pain of loss. Grief was, after all, the absence of where love had found purchase. There was no solution she could see for their immediate future if they came out as a couple.

They had survived their last Reaping and it was time to leave behind childish pursuits and take the mantle of adulthood. There had been a time in her youth when Katniss had not wanted to pursue romantic or physical pleasures as the majority of her youthful brethren had.

She’d been a stalwart of pious purity for selfish reasons. Then Peeta collided with her self erected monument and it had tumbled and crumbled to rubbish.

“Katniss.” Peeta turned his face to see her. She could see the question on his face.

“I,” Katniss said unable to come up with another word.

“Katniss,” Peeta gently touched her face. “I don’t want to pressure you. However, I just want to be able to break free from the expectations my family has for me, because of you. I want you and only you. If you decide you do not want me, I’ll understand. But know I will never find contentment with another…I could never…”

Katniss understood. She pressed her lips up to his, it was a short sweet kiss. They weren’t going to be able to see each other for two weeks.

“I’m going to miss you,” Peeta said, holding her close.

“I better get home. Mrs. Porath has babies fast,” Katniss said in a clipped manner. She didn’t want to sound that way but she didn’t know what to do. She wanted Peeta, needed him much the way nature needed bees to ensure survival.

“Okay,” Peeta said. “How about we meet under the red tree in the meadow, after all of the graduation hullabaloos die down.”

“There won’t be much of a party at my house. My maw will be busy. There are a lot of women ready to give birth.”

“If we come out, you could join me and my family.”

“Peeta, do you think your mother really will allow me to set foot in your home?”

“Katniss, I don’t care about what she thinks. I just want you.”

“But you don’t know what you’ll be losing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Peeta said, running his hand through his golden ash-blonde hair. “I understand what your mother went through…I get the risks.”

“Peeta, your mother would kick you out! The Merchant community would shun you the way they shunned my mother. And the only job available to you would be working in the mines.”

“Katniss.”

“I’m not willing to let you take that risk.”

“I understand you’re afraid. I know it’s easier baking a cake than working in the mines. I also know you’re petrified of losing me like you did your father.” He put up his hands to keep her from interrupting. “But these are risks I’m willing to take to be with you.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t, you just have to have faith in me, in us.”

Katniss slowly stood and brushed down her shirt. There were unshed tears in her eyes. Peeta knew better than to push Katniss.

“I’ll see you at midnight, after graduation?” he asked gently, wanting to hold Katniss and reassure her that everything would work out.

Katniss nodded without making eye contact.

She left with her head cast low. Peeta was left standing in his backyard watching her leave. The moon and the stars above were the silent witnesses to a love so forbidden that it was doomed to fail unless perchance there was a miracle.

In his room, Peeta silently sat in his bed, his face in his hands.

Peeta was afraid of losing Katniss. He wanted their relationship to exist in the open; he was tired of hiding. What they had was pure and genuine. He didn’t know of many happily married couples on the Merchant side. They were all quietly suffering in miserable silence. Outwardly they showed a united front, but privately they could not stand each other. Marriages amongst the merchants were cold, heartless contracts for financial gain.

Peeta did not want what his parents had. He wanted a marriage where there was genuine trust, respect, and love. He knew he could have that with Katniss.

In the time they had formed a relationship, Peeta learned what they shared went deeper than the paltry surface skimming physical relations of his friends. Peeta and Katniss were a unit, one flesh and of one mind.

They stood against the storms that battered their existence as a couple and they sheltered themselves in each other’s arms for months. Peeta nurtured the relationship much the way mothers held their babies close to their hearts. Now it was time to give birth to what they had fostered for so long, and sadly Katniss did not want to bring it out into the light.

Peeta longed to have a future with her. It did not matter to him if Katniss didn’t want to have a Toasting or children. Peeta solely wanted to be with her, in the open, the way her parents had been in the district. He desired the sweetness of being her one person in life she looked to as her confidant, as her friend, and as her equal.

Katniss was afraid, and rightly so. There were mechanisms in place to pry them apart. The mattress across from him squeaked. Peeta looked to find his brother Rye’s pale blue eyes staring at him.

“So you and Katniss?” Rye’s voice said softly, breaking the quiet in the room.

They needed to speak quietly; their mother Helen was a light sleeper.

Peeta’s first thought was to deny. He could potentially besmirch Katniss’s reputation in the district. Sadly, if a Merchant girl was found with a guy from the Seam, she was quietly married off quickly. If a girl from the Seam was found with a Merchant she was immediately cast as a woman without virtue. Katniss’s business depended on her ability to remain virtuous in the eyes of the entire district.

“No,” Peeta whispered with enough emphasis hoping Rye would believe him.

“Don’t bother denying it,” Rye whispered. “I’ve been watching you sneak out for weeks to meet her.”

“Rye,” Peeta tried to communicate to his brother to drop the subject.

“Peet,” Rye said quietly. “I’m not like mom. I know what will happen to Katniss if I say something. She isn’t like the girls who see you as a meal ticket. Or the others who are in it for some fun. If Katniss is with you, it’s because she’s serious about you.”

Peeta wasn’t sure what to make of what Rye said. His brothers were a source of childhood torment. They took pleasure in making sure he suffered. Rye, who was only a year older than Peeta, worshiped Wheaton, their older brother. Rye did everything the eldest Mellark brother did. As kid, Wheaton was a righteous prick who wholeheartedly believed the nonsense the Capitol spouted about the Seam being inferior.

Wheaton did everything their mother bid, except marry the woman their mother selected for him.

“I know you guys are terrified about mom, but you shouldn’t be. Wheaton married Drucilla and mom couldn’t do anything about it.”

Their mother, Helen, was a cruel cold woman, whose life revolved around profit. She was a foe to everyone who she believed to be beneath her. Her proclivity for misdeeds had aptly garnered her ‘the witch’ as a moniker within the confines of the district. His mother had, in essence, alienated the vast majority of the populace, including some of the Peacekeepers.

The need for bread was the only reason the bakery had a clientele at all. Peeta was sure that if there had been another bakery in the District, people would flock to that one instead, even if the prices were expensive or if the bread wasn’t as good.

Rye sat up. The mattress squeaked and both of their eyes flew to the door. After a space of time, they released the breaths they held.

“Look, I know I tortured you as a kid, but we’re adults now… and I’m sorry for being an unapologetic moron,” Rye said, then he shrugged. “To be fair, I’ve never believed the vitriol the Capitol wants us to believe. If we were better, we wouldn’t need to buy Katniss’s game meat. We would be as rich as the Capitol. No,” Rye stopped speaking to glance at the room. “I hate to say this, but Wheaton is right.”

There was one dresser in the room and two beds. Each one of them had two drawers to put all of their worldly possessions in. Wheaton was the privileged one who grew up with his own room. When he left their mother took the room for herself. She slept there now.

“What is Wheaton right about?” Peeta expected Rye to spout some stupid pro-Capitol sentimentality.

“He said, and I quote, 'We’re all the same to the Capitol. They see us as an outlying district filled with barbaric customs.’ He’s right, District Twelve is made up of poor folk trying to get by,” Rye quietly said.

Peeta raised an eyebrow, although the words Rye spoke were true, He doubted that his brother Wheaton had a change of heart and actually said them.

“If you love Katniss, be with her. Mom will change her tune, believe me. Katniss is seen as the golden girl of the district. Everyone wants to be her, and you and I both know half the guys in the district want to be with her.”

Peeta knew this was true. Katniss had no idea the effect she had on people. She pulled her family out of starvation at the age of eleven. Began her own business and was, by far, the most profitable. Her game meat was prized amongst the Merchants. Not even Gale, her hunting partner, garnered that reverence.

“Look, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I heard mom say that she was going to sign you up to the Peacekeeping Forces.”

“What?” Peeta sat up. This was news to him. “Can she do that?”

“She can; you haven’t graduated yet, so technically you’re still a minor.”

“Why would she do that?” Peeta’s mind was reeling. All of his hopes and the things he dreamed about went up in flames. He mourned the loss of Katniss and his future. As a Peacekeeper, he’d be sent to another district, and he wouldn’t be able to get married. The bulk of his youth would be spent under Snow’s command. It was a frightening perspective.

“Apparently there is a bonus given to the family for their sacrifice to the nation’s security.”

Hearing about the money made sense. Helen would do it, if it meant making a profit. Peeta’s thoughts became dark.

“Peeta,” Rye called out to him.

Peeta shook his head angrily.

“Peeta, there’s a solution,” Rye said.

Peeta wasn’t given to violence, but there were a few things that made him angry. The thought of his freedom being taken away was one of them. Peeta clutched the edge of the mattress to stop himself from falling into an abyss. Taking a deep breath, Peeta pushed his enraged sentiments aside.

Peeta began to think logically. Helen was a practical woman. She was always very thrifty. The woman she’d handpicked for Wheaton was rich, Wheaton bucked their mother and married a girl with no prospects. In the end, the girl their mother picked for Wheaton ran away with the old Head Peacekeeper Cray.

Looking at Rye he said, “I have to find a job, Rye. You’re inheriting the bakery and our mother thought this would be the most economical solution that would result in compensation for the loss of profit.”

“This is like our mother got into her head that I should learn to do sculpting,” Rye chuckled.

“She thought if you learned about sculpting, it would help you stay out of trouble.”

“All I wanted to do was play outside with Wheaton.”

“I began to eavesdrop during the lessons.”

“You’re the brother with natural artistic ability, like our great Uncle Biale.”

“He never married,” Peeta said. Their Uncle had to join the Peacekeepers in order to make a life for himself because there had been no choice for him. He’d come home after his time was up and quietly lived the rest of his life in quiet dignity as he often remarked.

“Our great uncle was unique. Mother actually mourned his loss,” Rye mused.

“I think mother wants me to have a great adventure outside of the District like our great uncle,” Peeta sighed. It was wrong of Helen, but in her own twisted way, she was trying to do the best for Peeta. “I get that there are only a handful of ways we can find employment, but I don’t want to become a Peacekeeper.”

“I can’t see you marrying someone just for a job. Especially now that you’re with the girl of your dreams.”

Rye was right, Peeta was in love with Katniss and he wanted to be with her and no one else. “I thought about this; I could work for the train station.”

“That’s seasonal work at best.” Those who didn’t have a full-time job at the train station worked from the fall until spring. Their main job was maintaining the tracks. But that left them unemployed in the spring and summer.

“I could open up a booth in the Hob, make myself an oven, and trade for Tessera grain. Make bread.”

“Mother would kill you.”

“That’s why I thought of the mines, it’s hard, honest work. And this way I wouldn’t have to join the Peacekeepers.”

“You’d really join the few Merchants who work in the mines to help Katniss and her family?”

“Yeah,” Peeta confirmed. “I’ve got to find a way to convince our mother that I’d be better off working for the mines,” Peeta said. He briefly thought of telling Katniss his predicament, though he tossed the idea out.

Peeta knew Katniss would swiftly marry him as a way to save him from becoming a Peacekeeper. Nonetheless, he didn’t want to get married that way. He wanted Katniss to choose him. Peeta wanted to hear Katniss say she wanted him.

“There is another way,” Rye said, scooting closer to Peeta. “I was trying to keep this quiet, but you should know in a week I’m going to tell our parents I don’t want the bakery.”

“What?” Peeta was shocked. The bakery was everything to Peeta. It was their connection to the past, to the Mellark heritage.

“Shocker, right,” Rye chuckled. “I’m not built for this loathing-filled, masculine toxicity the Capitol wants to extrapolate from us. I found something I want -” Rye’s eyes took a hard silverish glint in the moonlight. “Fred Wilkerson is going to make me his apprentice. I’m going to paint houses for a living. I enjoy the work and there is something gratifying about decorating houses whether they are here or in the Seam.” Rye sighed, “Fred is getting older and he can’t paint anymore. He never-” Rye gripped the edge of the bed frame as he quickly formulated what he wanted to say next. “He lost everything, just like me.”

Peeta processed the information as he watched the moonlight bathed his brother’s dirty blonde hair as it fell over his forehead. Fred lost his only child to the Hunger Games. It was a travesty the twelve-year-old boy died within seconds at the Cornucopia. His wife died of grief three months after their son’s death. It was another example of how the divide between the folk of the Seam and those who lived in the Merchant quarter was nonexistent. Fred, like many widows and widowers, never bothered remarrying. He lived his life quietly.

“I will never love anyone else-” Rye said brokenly. “Like you, I fell for someone from the Seam. They were Reaped and I couldn’t do anything to help them.”

Peeta had no idea that his brother had been in love with someone from the Seam. The divide between the Seam and the Merchants was ridiculous. To Peeta, love was love. Love did not care for limitations of time and space; it wasn’t ephemeral. True love existed and bloomed without any prodding. It was a miracle that had to be protected.

Foolishly he had nearly tossed it away, the careless way a person might throw out a mismatched sock. Peeta loved Katniss as a child but loathed the boy she befriended at twelve. So he forced his heart to detest the one thing he valued because society said they were to be enemies. Stupidly, Peeta convinced himself that boy was his enemy because he took Katniss away from him.

For years he repressed his heart and senselessly followed the belief extolled by his mother and society. Until one day when his heart took over and he found himself kissing the lips, he had once dreamt of. Soft plump lips that molded to his as if designed for his lips alone.

Katniss’s innocent wide-eyed stare after their shared kiss was like a slap in the face. And his apology tumbled out of his soul like a gush of spring water from a freshly dug well. Peeta promised Katniss and himself he would never allow cynicism to rule his gentle heart again. Thankfully, she accepted his sincere words.

Peeta didn’t realize the bond Katniss and Gale formed was out of necessity. Jealousy ate at his heart until he learned that Katniss only beheld Gale as a brother. He was a kindred spirit who she could rely on to spot her safety in the wilds beyond the fence.

It bothered Peeta greatly how close they were. Katniss, being true and loyal, defended her friend. He was embarrassed to see how unfairly he judged her when they were enemies.

“Now that you’re safe from the Reaping and I no longer need to volunteer in your place, I decided I am going to take my chance and give you yours.”

Peeta was taken aback by his brother’s admission. All of his life he didn’t think he was needed. Yet here was his brother confessing he would have volunteered as Tribute if Peeta would have been reaped. Peeta questioned who Rye’s Seam lover was.

“I want to do what I want and I want you to be with who you want, while I still hold breath in my chest.” Rye gave Peeta a sincere open gaze. “I know you love her, you’ve loved her for a long time and hid it, but now that you have your chance, don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Rye wiped his face before slipping back into his bed.

Peeta nodded as the message was clear, do everything in his power to give himself and Katniss the future they deserved.

Rye’s announcement that he was leaving the bakery was met with cries of anguish and tantrums from his mother. Rye stood his ground. Peeta was glad for Rye when he struck out. His mother and father were now forced to consider him as the sole owner of the bakery. Oddly enough, Peeta saw his father relieved when Rye gave his announcement.

His father was a quiet man who kept to himself. Peeta had only seen his father put his foot down once in his life. And that was the day his great uncle had come looking for a place to stay. As a child, Peeta had been gobsmacked at how his father became enraged. He’d never seen it since. If anything, after the incident, his father became even more docile.

When Peeta graduated, he did so with relief. His entire family celebrated his good fortune. Helen acted as if she’d planned Peeta inheriting the bakery as if it was her idea all along. The only problem was not being able to see Katniss because of the pomp of the graduation. Many couples arranged a Toasting now that they were free from school. The bakery was busier than ever.

It was a joyous time in the district. The crisp summer sun invigorated the normally downcast district. Everywhere there was a smile. An indescribable twinkle in the eyes. There was a sense of newness. It smelled of hope.

The entire district celebrated the graduation and weddings. Neither Katniss nor Peeta could meet up as they were both occupied. Every day there was a wedding or a humble gathering to celebrate a life that had phased out of the Reaping.

The following week they were meeting in the Meadow under the red sunset maple. Its red leaves swayed gently in the light summer wind. They graduated last week and they had decided to wait to see one another until after all of the celebratory festivities died down.

The warm air rushed around the lithe figure as it approached the tree. The games were finished and the children had a precious week off from school. The Capitol allowed this so that the fallen Tribute’s bodies could be brought back to the districts to be buried.

Katniss quietly approached their meeting place. Thankfully, her mother and sister were out on a call. Katniss was able to sneak out. Her heart was conflicted. She looked up at the darkened sky littered with uncountable twinkling stars. Peeta wanted them to become a couple out in the open. She did not care about losing her reputation. People were going to believe what they wanted to believe. It was Peeta’s future she worried about.

If he came out with her, there could be a chance he would never get the bakery. His Witch of a mother would see to it, even though the bakery belonged to Peeta’s father. Rye was supposed to inherit it, but things happened. And Peeta deserved that chance. Katniss had once thought Peeta was rude, unkind, and like his family. She was surprised to discover he was a good person, generous, sweet, funny, sassy, and someone who tempered the fire she held within her.

In short, Katniss had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with Peeta Mellark.

Katniss couldn’t live with herself if she allowed him to descend into the mines to work. The mines killed people’s spirits. She’d seen Gale change in the few short years he’d worked in the mines. Katniss didn’t want that for Peeta. She loved him too much.

Katniss took a deep breath, as she gripped the skirt of her dress. The only time she wore a dress was for the reaping. Tonight she dressed with care. She wore an orange dress, his favorite color, and combed her locks to fall softly around her shoulders. Katniss pinched her cheeks as she heard Prim say she did it to make her cheeks appear fresh.

Katniss did this to say goodbye to Peeta. She could not let him waste his shot because of her.

The familiar heavy tread caused Katniss’s heart to wobble in her chest. The familiar ash blonde wavy locks came into view. He smiled at her and it was as if the sun illuminated the semi-darkness.

“Hi,” Peeta greeted.

Katniss took the first step this time, eagerly raising herself up on tiptoe, and placing a kiss on his cheek. She grabbed both his hands. She needed Peeta’s touch to ground her fears. What she was about to do was the most difficult thing in her life.

Peeta’s smile was instantaneous, his blue eyes sparkled. “Hi, I missed you.”

“Peeta,” Katniss said.

“Wait, I have…” he pulled away from her, and from his bag, he produced a blanket and set about making a small fire.

“Peeta,” Katniss said as he worked. She was trying to find a way to end things between them, but she was lost as she watched the way Peeta’s hands worked. He had such large hands with long graceful fingers. One of the things she noticed before they got together romantically was the way his fingers nimbly made flowers with a pastry bag, or out of gum paste. The gum paste flower petals looked so delicate in the palm of his hand. Katniss realized how much she secretly watched him.

It was so easy to be distracted by him. Once the fire got started he pulled out a loaf of bread. “I baked this today, are you hungry?”

Her stomach grumbled much to her mortification.

“Guess you are,” Peeta said good-naturedly.

They sat to eat. The bread was hearty and flavorful, packed with raisins and nuts. Peeta also brought with him her sister’s goat cheese, Mrs. Apple’s cheddar cheese, pork salami made courtesy of the pigs his father kept, and various herbs such as mint, basil, and oregano. He also brought with him dried cranberries and sun-dried tomatoes that were sent in Tesserae. It was a feast. They ate like Kings.

Katniss sat in Peeta’s arms relishing his nearness. She inhaled his cinnamon and dill masculine scent that was so dear to her. She committed to memory the warmth of his embrace, the sturdy strength of his body. She raised her lips to Peeta silently requesting his kisses.

The softness of his familiar sweet tasting mouth, caused her to sigh. Katniss wanted to remember the way his kisses made her feel. The way his mouth moved against hers.

She turned in his arms sitting astride him, wanting to be with him one more time. Her fingers played with the buttons of his shirt.

“Do we have time?” Peet asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, kissing him, and pulling his top lip into her mouth.

Peeta grunted at her action.

Her fingers quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, in between passionate kisses that excited them both. Katniss untucked his shirt, her hands found purchase on the fine nearly white hair of his chest. Her lips traced a path from his lips to his chin, to his clavicle. Peeta’s hands clenched and unclenched at her waist, letting her take the lead. Delightful noises escaped his lips as her fingers played with his flat nipples.

Katniss felt hot, her dress was constricting and she wanted to rip it off. But seeing Peeta’s heated look gave her confidence. She moved back and smiled seductively at him.

She began to slowly undo the front buttons of her dress. Peeta’s eyes became wider as he realized she wore only an orange spaghetti strap slip underneath her dress. Katniss had found the yellow stained silky slip in the Hob and traded for it. She took it and dyed it orange using the barberry shrub she found in the woods and baking powder.

“Katniss, "Peeta croaked. His eyes were blown wide as she stood and shimmied out of her dress. The short slip fell mid-thigh. She pulled up the slip to show him that she’d worn no underwear.

The excitement of the reveal made her wet and achy.

Peeta groaned. A soft garbled word that sounded like a curse fell from his lips.

"I want you to ride my face,” Peeta said as his hands slid up her legs.

Goosebumps erupted on her olive skin as she pictured his mouth on her needy core. Katniss had to force herself to stay on track. She slowly slid down her hands and let go of the fabric to slide down his muscular chest. When her hands reached his belt buckle Peeta’s breathing was harsh. Her own breathing was heightened, and her body trembled with need. There was an aphrodisiac in the act of holding the power when they were intimate.

“You’re killing me, Katniss.”

She laughed softly, because, despite her suave demeanor, her hands trembled with the want to rip his belt off. She bit her bottom lip, giving him a coy look as she slowly unlooped his belt, and unbuttoned the top button, before slowly sliding his zipper down.

The bulge in his pants grew exponentially by the time she finished. She was so wet she was dripping down her thighs.

“Lift your hips,” Katniss instructed as she pulled at his pants.

Peeta eagerly did as she requested. Katniss licked her lips as she caught sight of his member springing free. She shivered as she kneeled, knowing soon he would be snuggly held within her.

Katniss took hold of his cock and admired his girth and length. His skin was velvety smooth as she pumped him. Peeta’s loud groan exploded from his chest when she slipped his weeping tip along her drenched folds.

Katniss levered herself up to slowly sink onto him. The familiar stretch caused them both to moan. Their lips met when he was fully seated within her.

Their lips parted and she held onto his shirt as her plain gray eyes sought his vivid azul eyes that reminded Katniss of the deep cobalt sky that emerged after a long tempest with gray and saxe-hued skies.

Just as he was going to lift her up to ride him, the shrieking sound of Peeta’s mother filled the air.

They froze still joined, eyes wide and filled with terror, as the area was filled with light.

Katniss quickly got up, she couldn’t let his mother find her half-naked and in a compromising position with him.

“Katniss,” Peeta hissed, as he stood. His pants at his knees.

“Help me climb up the tree,” Katniss urged. She didn’t have her shoes on.

Peeta assisted her, as his mother’s voice and the lights got closer. Katniss found a hiding spot just as his mother, Darius the Head Peacekeeper, Peeta’s father, and two other Peacekeepers filled the area.

Peeta was holding his trousers up, “Mother!”

“Don’t you dare call me mother!” His mother yelled.

“Helen,” Peeta’s father, Roy warned. His eyes swept the area.

“He’s out here no doubt getting drunk!” His mother looked around. “Where are they?”

“Mother, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, boy!” His mother spat. “I heard from Amber Smith’s mother, that the entire wrestling team was meeting in the meadow to have a drunken debauchery. I will not have my son become drunk. It’s bad enough that your brother decided to become a painter and quit the bakery. We came into your room to find you and you were gone…and I remembered what Amber Smith told me.”

From her perch, Katniss gasped. Her quiet sound alerted Darius who looked up. His grin instantly became devilish when he recognized her.

“Where are your half-witted friends?” Mrs. Mellark’s beady gaze searched the perimeter.

“Helen,” Roy tried to get her attention.

“Ah, Mrs. Mellark.” One of the junior Peacekeeper’s tried to get Peeta’s mother to stop her triad.

“Mrs. Mellark,” Darius said a little louder.

“Mother really, none of the guys are out here. I don’t drink.” Peeta was trying to calm his mother down.

“You will not start your first day as the owner of Mellark Bakery with a hangover.” Helen Mellark made a move toward Peeta as if she was going to strike him.

Katniss saw red.

Angrily she jumped down from her perch in the tree and landed in the grass in front of Peeta, ready to claw out the woman’s eyes if need be. “Touch him and die!”

Helen Mellark screamed. “Arrest her, she tried to kill me!”

Katniss thought she heard herself growl as she stood before her man.

Helen Mellark jumped back.

“I’ve heard and seen how you treat your boys! You don’t touch him anymore. And if I hear that you lifted so much as an eyebrow at Peeta or say an unkind word towards his person, there will be repercussions!” Katniss was smaller than the woman, but she wasn’t afraid. Bullies have to be taken down a notch or three. And this woman needed to be pinned down like a losing opponent in a wrestling match.

“What are you waiting for… she…,” Helen pointed wildly at Katniss. “She threatened to kill me and accosted my poor innocent son!”

“We can’t,” Darius said.

“Why not!” Helen demanded.

“Because she only threatened to kill you if you hit your son. So as long as you don’t, she won’t. Besides, she’s your kin,” Darius smartly said.

“She ain’t no relation of mine, she’s nothing but another Seam…. ”

“HELEN!” Roy roared, “They’ve had a Toasting!”

Helen then became quiet as her eyes took in the surroundings. The special nut and fruit bread, the fire, the sticks that they used resting on the blanket, the dress Katniss wore.

Katniss went cold as her anger cooled enough to finally catch on to what Darius had suggested. Her plan to walk away from Peeta had gone wildly astray.

“It’ll be okay,” Peeta whispered as he put his shirt around her frame before snaking his arms around her middle and pulling her against his chest.

“Oh…” Helen said.

“Ain’t no use crying over spilled milk. Our boy here got himself hitched to a fine girl,” Roy said, taking out his glasses and wiping them with a handkerchief.

“But Roy, what will…”

Katniss got mad because the woman was so blinded by her stupidity. All Peeta’s mother was concerned about was appearances. It dawned on Katniss, she was good enough to be married to Peeta, even if it was a fake Toasting. Any family would be happy to have her as a daughter-in-law. Katniss didn’t have to be afraid and she could handle this with aplomb and dignity.

“The neighbors will say nothing, because they all trade with me, and they know if they do say something, then I won’t trade with them,” Katniss defended. She stuck her nose in the air and gave Mrs. Mellark an air of superiority. If she was going to be married to Peeta Mellark, she was going to make sure his mother knew things were about to change for the better.

“I reckon they’ll say our son is the brightest boy in the entire district. He got himself an unachievable girl who single-handedly saved her family. And don’t go saying you can’t stand her because just yesterday you were remarking how clever she is…”

Helen opened and closed her mouth.

“Mother, you should know Katniss is a wiz at math; she’s at the top of the class,” Peeta continued, giving a bright smile. “Besides, bringing her game meat to our home will save money….and she has access and knowledge of herbs and edible plants that can keep costs down.”

Then with a quickness that caused Katniss to blink, the woman smiled and cackled. “Well, welcome to the family, daughter.”

“If you folk don’t mind,” Darius said, winking at Katniss.

Katniss scowled at him.

“We better get going. Congratulations and I hope to see you at the Justice building bright and early to fill out the marriage certificate and the paperwork to pass Peeta the bakery.”

“Don’t worry, we will,” Roy said. As soon as the Peacekeepers were gone Roy turned to his wife. “Helen, dear, I think we should leave the children to enjoy their evening.”

Helen raised an eyebrow. And nodded, walking away with Peeta’s father. But as she left Katniss heard the woman say “At least one of my sons isn’t a disappointment.”

Turning to each other they said at the same time.

“I’m sorry Katniss…”

“We haven’t had a real toasting yet…”

“That’s not a problem, Katniss.”

“For what?”

They laughed. It was a relief to finally be out in the open.

“We can always have a private Toasting after we sign the Capitol mandated documents.”

“I guess what we have to do now is tell my mother.”

“That will be the easy part,” Peeta said.

Katniss laughed; she quickly donned her dress and her shoes, while Peeta picked up the remnants of their feast.

“What’s so funny?” Peeta questioned.

“You’re about to discover where the infamous Everdeen’s scowl comes from and where I get my temper.”

“I thought you got that from your dad or Gale?”

“Nope, not from my dad. And just as an FYI, Gale copied my scowl.” Katniss chuckled at his innocent confusion.

They held hands and walked through the Seam. Mrs. Mellark was a cakewalk, her mother, however, was their next hurdle to conquer together.

[nordleuchten]

I searched up Adrienne's name and on wikipedia her death date is listed as December 25th. Wasn't her death date the 24th or I misremembered the date right now? 'Cause didn't she died at the same day as Georges' birth, that was Dec. 24th?

Dear @msrandonstuff,

that is a very good question because both dates are sometimes wrongly given, and this matter caused me more than one headache when I first started focusing on the La Fayette’s.

In very short, Adrienne died on her sons 28th birthday, the 24th of December 1807.

The best proof we have is the official registration of Adrienne’s death. The original document has been destroyed (with many, many more documents) but there is a reconstruction of the document.

In the top left-hand corner, we can read the date of death as “24 Décembre 1807”. In the main text we can read that the death was registered on December 25, but that Adrienne died “hier” meaning “yesterday”.

This official document should be enough to secure the date, but on top of that we also have a letter from La Fayette to his dear friend La Tour-Mauburg, written throughout January of 1808:

Another time she [Adrienne] fell into an ecstasy of joy at the thought of an anniversary dear to our hearts, of the day when, twenty-eight years before, she had given me George. That anniversary was the day of her death.

Mme de Lasteyrie, Life of Madame de Lafayette, L. Techener, London, 1872, p. 414.

Here is Georges’ Acte de Naissance to verify the date.

We also have a quote from Jules Cloquet Germain’s book. Germain was a close family friend and La Fayette’s physician. He certainly knew when Adrienne died.

She was a model of heroism, and likewise of every virtue. During her captivity and her misfortunes, her blood imbibed the poison which, after protracted sufferings, terminated her existence on the 24th December, 1807.

Jules Germain Cloquet, Recollections of the Private Life of General Lafayette, Baldwin and Cradock, London, 1835, p. 211.

You see, we have official documentation and the accounts from close family members. The only accounts that differ slightly, is from Adrienne’s sister Pauline. Her Memoirs suggest at one point the 25th (technically the 26th, because Pauline says that Adrienne died fifteen minutes past midnight) and a few pages later it reads as if Adrienne died on the 24th.

So why all this confusion? First if all, the English Wikipedia entry that you mentioned is the only one to give the 25th as the day she died. The French, Spanish and Simple English version for example all cite the 24th. In this case, it probably was just a mistake, a typo or something along the line. We see something similar in one of the earliest and most readily available English translations of Life of Madame de Lafayette. Here, Georges’ birthday is given as the 23rd of December 1779 while the French original clearly states the 24th. In other words, mistakes, in the process of translating and in the process of printing, do happen. Another problem is, that many sources give Adrienne’s day of death simply as “Christmas” without a specific date. Different cultures celebrate Christmas on different days and even within the same culture there may be different practices and/or changes over time.

In France for example, the 25th of December is a public holiday, and more and more families have their main Christmas celebrations on this day while other still celebrate on the more “traditional” 24th. Many families also celebrate on both days and meet with one part of the family on the 24th and with the other on the 25th. In Germany, as another example, the 25th and the 26th are public holidays (the first and the second Christmas day) but most families will have their main celebration and gift-giving on the 24th (that is no public holiday.)

These are my two cents on why there is sometimes confusion but also the answer to when Adrienne actually died. I hope you have/had a gorgeous day!