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emiko-catherine · 3 years

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My Beloved Tyrant~♡ (Yandere!Demon King x Fem!Reader)

Scenario One: Writing Home

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[T/N] means your twin brother's name because I'm admittedly lazy right now. Sowwie-

Long before leaving to be wed, you promised your twin brother that you would always write letters to him should you ever venture outside of the kingdom. This was the perfect opportunity, and surely, Arthfael would understand and allow for you to do that.

So you asked, no, more like told Arthfael that you were gonna write these letters no matter what.

"Fine," he sighed, unable to argue with you. That determined and firm look on your face too cute to deny. "But don't let them take up all my time with you."

Your giddy laugh and joyful skip to you and Arthfael's shared bedroom made his heart skip as well.

And so, your letters to your brother commenced:

January 28th, XXX

Dear [T/N],

I'm sorry I haven't written like we promised I would for a while. How's Kaito? Is he holding up okay? And what about you? Still pranking him with your servants, huh? You wrote a cute, funny doodle next to the sentence. And, knowing you, you're being a worrywart over me, aren't you? Have no fear my dear brother, Arthy isn't so bad. He isn't that bad at all! He treats me well, though can be a little grumpy and brash. In any case, love you! Don't give our older brother too much stress with your dumb pranks now!

Love, your sister [Y/n].

Satisfied with your work, you rolled the parchment piece as carefully as you could, stamping it with the seal you saw on Arthfael's desk. Yeah, he'd probably let you get away with using all of his ink, paper, and insignia seal. Taking the letter with you, you had advised and entrusted the messenger with the precious parchment, despite his upwardly curved fangs that rested perfected over his top lip, and deep violet and rigid skin. This man was known as Toth, an ogre whose black puddles known as eyes and appearence screamed danger to anyone outside of the demonic kingdom, but he was more or less a gentle giant.

Especially to you, otherwise he'd get his hands and other limbs torn off and be skinned to the bone.

So, Toth delivered your letter without fail, and when he returned, he already had a letter for you. Immediately, you opened the scroll, wriggling it out of its rolled form. It was from your dear twin.

The letter read:

January 28th, XXX

My beloved and dear sister,

I am relieved that you are doing well, yet it doesn't reassure me that you are still living with that damn man and having him as your husband. Do not trust him, [Y/n]. You know well what he's done. Do not let his "well" side fool you; that man is a literal creature of sin and evil.

And, as for pranks, what ever do you mean? I am a respectable prince, your own twin brother, no less!

Okay, I can't kid with you when I write so formally. I stuffed a live frog underneath Kaito's pillow again. You'd think he'd know the culprit by now. Also... I am just rereading your letter again, and... "Arthy"? You gave that bastard a nickname already? What the hell---

The ink suddenly ran in a straight line to the side, indicating the writer was interrupted. A new, smaller paragraph began,

Hi hi, little sister! [T/N] is lying again, of course I knew about the frog! Why can't he be as angelic as you are?---

The new writer was interrupted.

Haha! Bullshit, as if, Kaito! [Y/n] and I played plenty of pranks on you! You just never suspected her---

It went back and forth like this, but that did not bother you, as you knew very well who the writers of the letter were. You thanked Toth for his time, dismissing him and leaving to your own lonesome to laugh about how silly you knew your brothers to be.

Your laugh was one to behold to your husband's ears, as he heard your heavenly giggles, however light or outright atrocious they were. Arthfael chuckled a bit, knowing full well the contents of you and your brothers' letters.

#yandere #anime #yandere x reader #monster x reader #anime x reader #anime style #reader insert #demon au

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years

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The Great Card Mix-up

Author: @mega-aulover

Prompt: Katniss accidentally mixes up these two valentines to her best friend Peeta and her sister Prim which leads to a very awkward conversation between her and Peeta. Or is it? ;) [submitted by @lovely-tothe-bone]

Rating: G

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @norbertsmom for not only being my beta but also for her wonderful support. She always helps me find my way even when I’m lost. She even helped me find the maker of the cards on tumblr. CARDS _____________

Katniss grabbed her wine and drank as she watched Marvel’s Avengers Endgame for the umpteenth time. Every time Natasha pushed off the cliff side, ripping her arm out of Clint Barton’s grasp, she cried bitterly. She paused the movie to take a drink of the cheap bottle of wine. Putting the wine down, she picked up a slice of the frozen pizza. She’d begun watching the Marvel movies last night when the school district cancelled classes.

Teachers loved snow days just as much as their students.

A blizzard raged outside and she had a snow day. Her students were all learning remotely. District Twelve school district had students spread so far apart in the Appalachian Mountains that when Covid began, remote learning just made sense.

Thanks to prominent members in the community, the three hundred kids in the district were all provided with computers and a WIFI source. Katniss was able to teach them remotely from her cabin, and so were the other educators.

The town, which was already on the brink of being bankrupt, funneled the transportation budget toward maintaining the necessary emergency facilities and their workers. Transportation was a major part of the district’s budget. Since the school building was closed, transportation wasn’t needed.

Families were spread out all over the mountains, and today, because of the blizzard, the reception was bad, so therefore the kids had a snow day. Katniss was alone on this mountain in the woods. Her nearest neighbor was a good three and a half miles away. Everything she had was delivered. Katniss hadn’t left her home since Covid-19 began back in March.

By nature she wasn’t a social person, so the solitary life suited her. However, she liked having family around. Katniss had not seen her sister since last February 14th. Her sister lived in the next town over where the hospital was. Katniss spoke to her sister every day.

Prim was a doctor. She and her boyfriend were happy. Though Katniss was paranoid because her sister shared how senseless and crazy Covid was. The hospital had recently made her sister take PTO off because Prim had not taken a day off since the pandemic hit last year. Her sister had accrued a lot of paid time off. As much as they needed her able body, they understood her mental health was just as important.

Katniss decided to write her Valentine’s day cards to her students and family. She also wanted to thank Sam and Opal from the grocers, her mentor Haymitch Abernathy, and Peeta Mellark, who ran the bakery.

She had used a combination of stamps and stencils to make her Valentine’s day cards. She cut the squares and thought the effect was quite nice. She squinted at the envelopes as she took the cards and stuffed them inside. She made sure to put the initials of the recipient on a small corner of the envelope.

She took a drink of wine and hiccupped.

On the screen, Mjolnir flew into Captain America’s hand. Katniss grinned when Thor grinned and said, “I knew it.”

Katniss giggled. “I knew it too, Cap.”

She wrote the addresses of her kids on the cards. She needed to get them out by the weekend to give them plenty of time for her kids to get them. Her handwriting was a little wonky because she was very buzzed.

Finished, she flopped back on the sofa and tucked her legs in just in time to see Dr. Strange put his finger up to indicate to Tony Stark that this was the moment. Katniss began to bawl. One, she was definitely more than buzzed, she was drunk. Two, she was alone and she understood sacrifice. As a young girl she’d sacrificed everything to put her sister through school. She sacrificed her happiness for her family and now she found herself alone on the couch with a stack of cards for her kids and no family of her own.

Wiping her face, she took out the locket and stared into the face of a boy who was now a man. She recalled high school and the chance she had to go away to college with the boy in the image. Katniss could have gotten the financial aid and student loans and been with the love of her life.

However, she’d given up that chance because her baby sister said she wanted to be a doctor. Katniss didn’t know what she wanted to be at eighteen but her fourteen year old sister had already been volunteering with the elderly and at the children’s ward. When Primrose had raised money for one of the patients who needed an operation, Katniss knew she had to give her sister her dream and she knew they didn’t have the resources.

Letting go of going away to school with Peeta was hard. She decided to go to a local school so that she could work and save money. By the time Primrose had graduated from high school, Katniss had a nice nest egg. Katniss was able to get a job as a teacher assistant and worked on getting her master’s degree through a work program, while garnering money for her sister’s education.

Prim became a doctor and Katniss was alone.

The worst part was when Peeta returned to town, they never spoke about the past. And now with this disease scaring half of the world, it made connecting with people even harder. She felt ostracized and lonely. She drank directly from the bottle of wine instead of pouring it into the wine glass.

“This is… this is a man. A handsome, muscular man…” She wiggled her nose at the picture. Her heart raced. She’d gotten her wish and now she was wallowing in it.

Katniss hiccupped and held the locket to her hand and closed her eyes. She must have dozed off, because when she woke up, it was still snowing and there was a message from the school superintendent Effie Trinket that schools were still closed. Katniss sighed; she had a massive headache.

Getting up suddenly, she felt nauseous. As she ran to the bathroom, she swore she was not going to spend the day crying, drinking, or watching Marvel movies. Instead, she cleaned and sat down and did classroom planning. By the end of the day, the snow stopped falling. Katniss put all of her cards in the mailbox after shoveling her driveway and a path to the mailbox.

A few days later, on Valentine’s day, her students were all chatting about her cards. They received them and their bright faces were lit up on her computer screen. Katniss grinned when she showed up on the screen wearing a big red heart costume and leggings. There were screeches and giggles.

“Miss Everdeen’s a heart!” One of her shyest kids said, pointing to the screen.

“Well children…let’s begin with today’s letter H and V, for heart and valentines.” Katniss wanted to make sure her students were engaged and if wearing a homemade heart cutout with red legging and red tunic made her students happy and pay attention, then she was all for it.

By the end of the day, she was smiling ear to ear. Feeling the need to celebrate, she ordered food on the Postmates app. Just as she ended her class, the doorbell rang. Katniss slipped on her mask littered with hearts.

Instead of a delivery kid she found Peeta Mellark standing at her door with her delivery. He shuffled his feet.

Katniss felt her cheeks warm up. She hadn’t seen him in person in nearly a year. Her grey eyes took in how handsome he was. She’d forgotten how broad his shoulders were or how his blue eyes sparkled or how much taller he was than her. The mask didn’t detract from how handsome he was.

Instantly her panties were ruined.

“Hi,” Peeta said.

“Peeta,” Katniss exclaimed.

“I got your Valentine’s day card.”

“Oh.” Her breath whooshed out of her lips.

He held up the image of the duck, with her hand writing, I love you so ducking much.

“OH!” Katniss’s eyes widened. Her ability to speak was gone. Somehow in her drunken stupor the card that was meant for her sister went to Peeta. No doubt Prim got Peeta’s card. She was the only other person whose name started with P. “NO!”

Peeta raised an eyebrow. “Why do you look so upset?”

“Because that card wasn’t meant for you,” she said, feeling foolish.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were dating someone.”

“I’m not dating anyone,” Katniss snorted.

“Then who is it for?”

“Prim…”

“You called her little duck when we were younger.”

“Yep.” Everything that was awkward went supernova embarrassing. “I’m an idiot.”

“So you did send me a card?” She could see his right cheek slant up as if he were grinning under the mask.

“Yeah, I made you a card and it was a cute one.”

“Hmmm,” he muttered. “You know what this means right?”

“No.”

“It means I was cheated out of my card and I am going to hold this one ransom until I get my card.”

Katniss laughed at his outrageous demand.

“I’m serious.”

Katniss was sure Peeta was making that cute pouting face of his underneath the mask.

She had two choices: she could send him on his way and not say anything, or she could see where this led. This was the first in-person conversation she had in months with someone that wasn’t on a zoom call. Gathering her courage she said, “I’m sorry to say you might have to wait for a long time. My sister is busy and she doesn’t get her mail often.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“How about I make you a new one.”

Peeta narrowed his gaze. “I don’t know Everdeen? How do I know it will be as cute as the original?”

“I’ve become pretty proficient with art,” she swept her form. “As you can tell I am not artistically deprived.”

“The red heart is a nice touch. What did you use?”

“Red chalkboard paint; I can write on the surface and wipe it clean.”

“I remember a time when you couldn’t draw a stick figure.”

“Well, as a teacher, I have to be creative.”

“How about while I wait for my card, we keep in touch and zoom talk.”

“That would be nice.” Katniss then got a daring idea. She said, “How about you come in and we can share my meal and you can be my valentine?”

“I’d like that,” Peeta’s voice was earnest and gave Katniss a thrill. As she closed the door she had a feeling that her mix up with the cards was providence and that her loneliness was about to end.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #Valentine's Day #winter #winter 2021 #mega-aulover #submission #prompt

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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What if angel’s grandma is friends with pops and he invites her grandma for tea and angel and Chrono are in the same class and Kai is like my women is coming to the house I just prepare and Chrono is just like she doesn’t even know your name so angel hangs out with Chrono and Kai just tries to impress her the whole time until Chrono does parkcore trick he’s been working on and Kai tries to do one but he breaks his arm and Angel visits him at the hospital

"Alice, what a great pleasure to receive you and your grandaughter." The old man grabbed the woman's hand to plant a kiss as she laughed.

"As always the charmer my friend." The old woman looked down at the girl with a fond smile, noticing a quite while that both boys with white and brow hair were watching from afar "Go on dear."

"Thank you for accepring us in your house Mr-"

"Oh please young one, is always a pleasure." The elder said with a smile before showing his palm at the inside "Come on now in, I bet Kurono would love to spend time with his colleague."

"Just don't cause any problem sweety." She said before looking again at her old friend as she made herself at home "So? How is your daughter?"

Not much afar Kai arched one eyebrow before looking at Kurono whose was also spying on who Pops was talking with.

"You didn't said my woman was coming."

"First, she doesn't even know you dude. Second, neither I had idea..." Hari answered just as nonchalantly as his friend before widening his eyes at seing you aproaching. "She is coming."

"Pretend then we weren't looking." Kai hissed before you aproached.

"Hi Hari-kun! Who is your friend?" You aproached and the white haired boy gave his friend a look of 'I told you so' while Chisaki only glared back at him.

"Hey (Y/n)-chan." He spoke more to pick on Kai's nerves "This is Chisaki Kai."

"The future leader of the Shie Hassaikai if I might add, Kurono." He growled his friend name as you cooed at how cool it was.

"Guess what i learned (Y/n) chan? Look." The bly spoke with eargness before mentioning for you to distance yourself before he jumped to do a backflip as you gasped in awe.

"Wow Hari! So cool!!!" You gaped at him while he smiled.

Yeah... someone wasn't happy with that as he watched with envy at the distance and crossed arms.

Sure, you were on the same class with that blockhead, but you had spend almost all day with him! Dammit, what was so cool about Hari anyway? He was just going to become a subbordinate anyway, he was going to become the main boss! You should be spending time with him at least.

Yet no. You just awed at that-that idiot over there!

"Im trying this new thing called parkour, wanna watch?" The bky suddenly spoke as Kai huffed and decided to join for a bit the conversation.

"Isn't it dangerous though?" You asked in worry as Kurono made a more less signal with his hand.

"Kinda? See all of those obstacles?"

"He means the boxes he just plantes over the yard and the three." Chisaki nonchalantly stated from besides you, making Kurono a bit offended.

"Think you can do it then? Mister I know everything?"

He was taken a back at how Hari had reacted but one look towards your cute face was enough for him to scoff and accept the offer.

"Is just mostly jump and run around." He shrugged as he got by Kurono's side, in the count of three the two boys started.

Everything was fine until Hari jumped and grabbed on one of the tree branches he had swirl around with his body doing a 360 angle and landi g on the ground... although when he was his turn the dammit branche suddenly cracked, and he didn't need to be a genius to know what was going to happen.

"Shit-!"

CRASH

"What on earth were you thinking kid?" The elder exclaimed when the doctor finally aplied the the cast on the boy's left arm, worried about the numerous hives that were appearing on his skin.

"He should wear it until the start of spring mister."

"Thank you miss." The woman bowed and left the room as the elder croased his arms and looked at Kai expectantly.

"I'm waiting."

"I still don't see the point of wearing this." The boy grumbled while aproaching his hand to the cast "I can just-"

"Do not even dare Chisaki or else myself is making you stay on the hospital until that arm gets better." The elder said in a low tone, making Kai internally shiver "And don't change it the topic, you often said that Kurono running and jumping around was something idiot."

The boy scoffed and looked down at his lap with a frown as the elder sighed, hopeless.

The old man's head tilted his head up when he heard a knock before smilling tendedly as he got up, looking to see who it was.

"Kai my boy, you have a visitor."

"I don't want i-"

"Hey Kai!" You greeted him and he almost choked on hsi breath at seing you there as Pops quickly got what was up with the kid.

"I will leave you two for now. Take care of him for me will you (Y/n)-chan, make sure he doesn't touch the new cast on his arm."

The flustered boy almost shouted at the elder and with one look he almost even begged to not leave the room, but it was too late.

Freackung old geezer.

"You're okay?" You aproached slowly, climbing on his bed as he got all tense and felt his cheeks burning up at how close you were getting.

"Is just a broken arm." He mumbled before you scooted over to be sitting right on his side, his body now freezed and mind almost blowed up.

"I'm sorry about this, I once broke my leg and I cried a lot." You smiled at him "But you didn't even cried a bit! You are very brave Chisaki-kun!"

This made him flustered a bit as he adverted his gaze with a scoff. Trying his best to ignore your giggles before he felt you poking his shoulder.

"I brought you this!" You gave to him a box of sweets which made him widen his golden eyes "When I get hurt is normal for to offer sweets and chocolates, so I thought on giving it to you!"

He gulped a bit before grabbing the box with his good arm and place on his lap to open it. The amount of chocolates and bonbons on that box made his mouth water and he cursed himself for his weakness.

"T.. Thanks." You smiled back before widening your eyes and searching in your pocket for a red pen.

"Can i draw on your cast?"

"What? No." He sais as if you had grew another head while you tilted your head.

"Why not?"

"Is a cast not a paper." He grumbled before you giggled.

"You never broke a bone before have you? Normally we write things to cheer the persons up or to distract themselfs! Like silly drawings or something else!"

"Whatever. Is not a paper so no." He grumbled before frowning at your dissapointmented face before he grumply shoved hsi broken arm in your direction, looking at every where but you "A small one and that's it."

You cheered a thanks and scribbled on it quickly. The curiosity got the better of him and he sneaked a peak only to feel more warm than before when you had written "get better soon" with a heart on the end.

"There!" You chirped, smiling at him bit blushing when you noticed he had been looking at you for quite a while now "W-Well... I-I should probably go now-"

"You brought too many of those." He quickly stated and you got confused before he coughed on his good hand and montioned tothe box on his lap "I will get a toothache because of you, so the least you could is... grab sone as well."

You snickered at his actions of offering you the gift you had given to him. "What a weird but cute boy." You thought as you happily nodded and shared the snacks with him.

Maybe breaking a arm wasn't so bad if he could apend time with his future bride.

Bonus:

"So you let her draw on it?" Kurono asked in pure interesting as Kai nodded, still looking at the message. "Right then, can I do something too?"

"No."

"Why not?!" He exclaimed in offense as Kai glared at him while holding the cape close to his chest.

"You're going to ruin it (Y/n)'s message."

"Dude there's like too much space on it! Let me!"

"POPS HELP!"

The elder simply sipped on his tea as he heard ths boys discussion on the distance.

#bnha villains #bnha #bnha characters #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #overhaul #fanfic overhaul #my writing #zuffer writings

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everlarkficexchange · 4 years

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That Monolithic Thing (Called Love) - Aka: I'll Leave My Window Open - The Prologue

I just want to let everyone know, I took on 7 prompts to make one monolithic story, that I have planned plot, and scenes written, betas lined up, (@katnissdoesnotfollowback @titaniasfics) and people who have given me advice when asked, (@wendywobbles @dandeliononfire @lovely-tothe-bone @rosegardeninwinter @badnovels) I just have fallen short of stringing it all together into the piece it deserves, so I wanted to give just a little snippet as a preview, the rest will come, it will be multichapter, but still probably shorter than most I am unsure whether to post the first part here, or directly to my A03 so it all stays together. Any thoughts? Anyway, thank you again for your patience, and here is a snippet from a document sitting on my devices titled, “That Monolithic Thing (Called Love) - Aka: I’ll Leave My Window Open - The Prologue” for now.

The prompts:

Prompt 7: Katniss Everdeen the daughter of a billionaire tries to antagonise her father. So she decides to date poor, uneducated simple boy Peeta. Her whole family (even Prim) hates him. Too bad his father has already arranged her marriage with his business partner’s son Gale, a smart, handsome and successful man. Will she really fall for Peeta or will she bow to her father’s will? Does Peeta feel himself worthy of Katniss? [submitted by @white-dandelion-seeds]

Prompt 39: Taylor Swift - Mary’s Song (aka childhood best friends to lovers to husband and wife) [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 65: Everlark fluff based on the song Sugar by Maren Morris. [submitted by @lovely-tothe-bone]

Prompt 69: College boy Peeta helps incoming students move into the dorms. Katniss is his next assignment. Age Gap? Maybe Katniss is an older student going to college later? Grad student? Maybe Peeta is a senior, Katniss a Freshman? The possibilities are endless! [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 72: Peeta is off a very abusive, poor home. His school friend Katniss has the exact opposite home: well loved and well off family. What happens when opposite worlds clash? [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 91: High school. Peeta is the perfect golden boy. Katniss is a rebellious, infamous girl who always skips class and who everyone fears. She is every boys wet dream and every girls nightmare. How will they both fall in love? [submitted by @mysteriouslycraftyreview]

Prompt 95: Everlark meet cute, “Oh wait… you’re NOT my blind date?” We’re they set up with each other or with someone else? How do they figure out the mix up? What happens after? Disgustingly fluffy welcome. [submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Along with something @lovely-tothe-bone and @rosegardeninwinter said I should write called, “I’ll Leave My Window Open”.

The synopsis is still not flushed out, it’s my worst strength, but I promise lots of fluff, and comedy, and angst, and a whole helluva lot of chaos, maybe even a little slow burn, and the typical hair pulling aggravation of “JUST KISS ALREADY” thrown in there somewhere. 😉 (Plus, you know me. There’s going to be pondering and lots of self revelations. You know what I do.)

When a door closes, open a window. Stuck in a metaphorical box by her family, Katniss hangs on to one piece of advice that has gotten her this far. But leaving her window open for a certain blonde to find his way up and into her life ends up being more complicated than expected, and yet the best thing she’s ever done.

Xxx

Running into the abandoned greenhouse, Peeta was quick to shut the door, then began looking for some sort of fire extinguisher.

Finding an old hose, he picked it up only to have it crumble in his hands, turning to dust with a touch.

Looking up to Katniss wide eyed, she was glancing around the glass structure absently, her mind a million miles away. Staring fixedly on some old rose bushes, wilted and dried, yet the buds still perfectly shaped on the stems, she reached out to touch one, stopping just short of actual contact.

“No one’s been out here for years.” Her voice was distant, mumbled. “Dad didn’t see the need to tend to a greenhouse we never got to visit, even in our backyard. Or pay someone to manage it. It was just another cost. A cost he wasn’t willing to take on…. Despite it being the only thing my sister and I fought together for in our lives.”

Flames grew closer to the glass building, painting her face in wicked shades and shadows as she spoke. A smile ghosted over her lips as she was stuck in a memory of better times. Reaching out to finally trace the ancient flowers, it seemed the ghost of her touch was enough to cause the petals to finally fall, each in quick succession.

If he had ever doubted miracles, now was not one of those times, because as soon as the first petal hit the table beneath it, thunder boomed outside, shaking the glass structure, and seeming to shake Katniss out of her memories. She looked at him wide eyed, realizing the situation and it’s full gravity crashing down around them.

Lightning struck somewhere nearby, illuminating her from behind, and he swore he had never seen anything more beautiful. The trees outside seemed to be fighting a mighty battle with sudden winds that howled against their little shelter, but not a breath of it came inside, and it made the image even more breathtaking in his eyes.

The outside was a raging fire, and wind, and pounding thunder, but there before him stood a woman unmoved, undisturbed, unphased by any of the elements, standing tall with a face of determination against it all. But her eyes…. Her eyes spoke even louder than everything else, and they spoke of fear.

Suddenly, the glass of the building, once crystal clear, now looked like opening your eyes underwater, the glass swirling and curling as sheets of water poured down on all sides. The smell of smoke faintly wafted in from some small crack in the frame, and it mixed with the smell of old, but beautiful, smelling roses. It was almost overbearing, until the smell of rain came quickly after, and wiped away all this old and dying, bringing with it the promise of a clean slate.

It was a blessing the sheets of rain kept the view outside obscured, keeping them from the truth of what they had run from just at bay outside the glass doors.

But for now, they were safe, and the realization made Katniss begin to shake.

Taking two large steps toward her, he cradled her face in his hands, trying to soothe her with calming words and gentle strokes of his thumbs to wipe the tears away, but it didn’t seem to help. Her eyes darting all around, her shaking persistent, finally he said her name, and her gaze locked on his.

Looking between her eyes, head still held in his hands, his eyes darted down to her lips, before catching her eyes doing the same to him. With a small smile, he began to lean in closer, mumbling, “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s alright to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

#Springtime Edition 2020 #everybirdfellsilent #submission

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tabloidtoc · 3 years

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National Enquirer, November 16

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeffrey Epstein’s madam Ghislaine Maxwell’s nights with Prince Andrew and teen Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 2: Brad Pitt kicked married galpal Nicole Poturalski to the curb after getting flak from his ex Angelina Jolie -- Brad’s relationship with Nicole hit the skids after Brad decided he needed to shore up his image during his ongoing custody battle with Angie and his focus right now is to get his dad image back on track and give Angie no more ammo to fling back at him

Page 3: Tiger Woods’ romance with Erica Herman has gone off course over legal troubles and wedding pressure and bickering over where to live and Tiger is so fed up he’s considering ditching his nagging girlfriend in Florida and moving back to his native California -- Erica’s been pressuring him to put a ring on it ever since she moved into his Jupiter Island mansion and that’s something he just won’t do and she’s already taken over his household buying new furniture and remodeling the master bath and building a new closet and hiring a gourmet chef -- California is looking better and better to Tiger who only moved to Florida to play on its tough Bermuda grass which helped improve his swing but now Tiger’s ex Elin lives in Florida with their two kids

Page 4: Miranda Lambert is scoffing at ex Blake Shelton’s newly announced engagement to Gwen Stefani and she’s convinced Blake’s third walk down the aisle has failure written all over it because she thinks Blake’s bad to the bone and this marriage will wind up being a total disaster and after the hell Blake put her through Miranda can’t imagine his life with Gwen would be any different, lifelong bachelor Simon Cowell has had a change of heart since his horrific August accident and he’s finally ready to tie the knot with baby mama Lauren Silverman -- after spinal surgery to repair his broken back the entertainment mogul feels lucky to be alive and walking and the one constant in his difficult rehab after surgery has been Lauren and he wants to pay her back with a ring

Page 5: Train-wreck Wendy Williams’ wacky behavior has TV producers scrambling behind the scenes to find her replacement after her unhinged performance on a recent episode of her talk show where she slurred her words and rambled incoherently -- there had been a hope a chatfest helmed by Nick Cannon could be a safety net should the daytime diva who spent a stint in a sober living house last year not be able to continue hosting but plans for that were pushed back after the comic made anti-Semitic rants in a podcast -- they also tried Jerry O’Connell when Wendy was out for three weeks last year but he tanked with viewers -- Wendy’s a mess and it remains to be seen how long producers will be able to put up with her problems before they decide to pull the plug

Page 6: Grey’s Anatomy star Ellen Pompeo hinted that she may be making her final rounds -- Ellen who has starred on the show since 2005 and makes $20 million a year admitted she’s considering slipping out of her scrubs after the current season 17 but her departure could spell the end of the beloved series and show creator Shonda Rhimes has said it’s unlikely the show could continue without her but Ellen has also expressed her desire to spend more time with her husband and their three children

Page 7: Mariah Carey’s brother Morgan blasted her memoir as filled with lies and distortions and he’s considering legal action -- the book called Morgan and sister Alison her ex-brother and ex-sister and Mariah wrote Morgan had a long history of violence and when she was six he slammed their mother into a wall -- Mariah also wrote her siblings and mother were heartless in terms of dealing with her as a human being and once she got famous they started treating her like an ATM with a wig on but Morgan is fighting back and looking to hire a lawyer

Page 8: Reese Witherspoon’s marriage to Jim Toth is in the muck after the stunning collapse of his new business venture and tensions are mounting in the Hollywood power couple’s already troubled union now that the streaming service Quibi crumbled after less than six months leaving content acquisition president Jim out of work while Reese’s star continues to rise and there’s a real balance of power that’s been building up and that’s put a serious strain on the relationship -- living in quarantine added to the stress between them as Reese has been holed up with her two kids with ex Ryan Phillippe Ava and Deacon and her son Tennessee with Jim at the family’s ranch in Malibu

Page 9: Dementia patient Kenny Rogers cut his three adult children out of his $250 million will and now sources fear the late country legend could have been tricked into signing the document -- Kenny left everything to his 16-year-old twins sons with fifth wife Wanda and the will also stated it was his intent to specifically exclude his daughter Carole with his first wife and son Kenny Jr. with third wife and son Christopher with fourth wife and their issue as beneficiaries of his estate -- Kenny Sr. would never disown his own children according to the source especially since the singer’s son Kenny Jr. is incorrectly referred to Kenny Rogers III throughout the will -- the wording is not like Kenny Sr. and something is not right and his older kids are thinking about contesting the will

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Kate McKinnon shot a Saturday Night live skit in NYC, Sophia Bush hit the road in L.A. with her co-pilot pup Maggie, pregnant Jinger Duggar Vuolo in Venice with daughter Felicity, Heidi Klum walking the streets in her native Germany, Snoop Dogg saluted young rappers as he accepted BET’s I Am Hip Hop award

Page 11: Unwitting Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler once dabbled in the secret sex cult NXIVM -- the organization masqueraded as a self-help group but in 2017 it was exposed as a pyramid scheme for founder Keith Raniere who forced high-ranking female recruits to become his sex slaves -- in 2010 Jen and Gerry who were dating at the time wound up at one of the introductory seminars but they were turned off by the level of commitment expected and never returned -- they thought it was just a networking opportunity and had no idea what they were getting themselves into, cash-crunched Gwyneth Paltrow is facing hard times like everyone else and is looking to change her free-spending ways -- the belt-tightening caused by the coronavirus pandemic has even hit her lifestyle empire Goop causing her to shut down the London branch and make hard choices for the future -- Gwyneth may be worth $100 million but she and husband Brad Falchuk spend money like it’s going out of style on private jets they use on a whim and they own a fleet of fancy cars and pay steep salaries for staff who are at their beck and call 24/7 and it’s all draining their bank accounts -- they’re looking at making cuts across the board from personal trainers and chefs and drivers to the masseurs and beauticians who come to their house several times a week -- plus the couple believe it’s a bad look for them to be living so high on the hog when the rest of the world is suffering during the pandemic

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Angelina Jolie spent years developing her own version of the Hollywood classic Cleopatra and now she’s livid that Gal Gadot has stolen the Egyptian queen -- Angie’s dream was to play Cleopatra the role that made Elizabeth Taylor an icon and it was to be the part that won Angie an Academy Award for Best Actress and now that’s over thanks to Gal who will be playing the Queen of the Nile instead, after ABC scrapped plans to honor Regis Philbin with a prime-time tribute Jimmy Kimmel insisted on honoring Regis on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, MSNBC talking head Rachel Maddow is fleeing New York for her Massachusetts farm after hanging a $2.3 million price tag on her NYC pad but Rachel didn’t want potential buyers looking through all the personal stuff at her apartment so all the personal pictures and books and clothing and everything else was shipped out and replaced with staged furniture, Ariel Winter and her dog (picture)

Page 13: Ailing Joni Mitchell opened up about how she’s still struggling to get back to her old self five years after a debilitating brain bleed -- after Joni was found unresponsive in her Bel-Air home in 2015 she said she was forced to relearn everyday tasks because the aneurysm took away her speech and her ability to walk and although she’s showing slow improvement she hasn’t been writing or playing the guitar or the piano, Randy Travis is defying all the odds as he plans the greatest comeback in country music history as he is making amazing progress after suffering a massive 2013 stroke that most believed would end his career forever and he was given just 1% chance of survival and even after he pulled through doctors believed he would be bedridden and unable to speak -- instead his grueling rehab efforts have miraculously put him on the road to realizing his dream of returning to the spotlight -- some of his motivation is financial; last year he sold his Nashville home and released his memoir which was fueled by his need to pay medical expenses after years of not being able to perform

Page 14: Hollywood Hookups -- Channing Tatum and Jessie J have split again, Cole Sprouse and Reina Silva dating, Kate Beckinsale and Goody Grace split

Page 15: Ariana Grande is raising eyebrows with her raunchy new record Positions -- the former squeaky-clean Nickelodeon star who has been dating real estate agent Dalton Gomez spouted off X-rated odes to an unnamed lover on the LP, six months after sidelining her marriage to former quarterback Jay Cutler Kristin Cavallari admitted there are good days and bad days but insisted it’s been nice to be able to focus on herself and figure out who she is now and what she ultimately wants out of life, hotel heiress Kathy Hilton is joining The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills as a friend of the main cast which includes her half-sister Kyle Richards

Page 16: Crime

Page 17: On Drew Barrymore’s talk show a psychic guest channeled the spirit of one of the host’s former in-laws but the man in question is very much alive -- medium Anna Raimondi told Drew she sensed the aura of a judge causing Drew to burst into tears and named David a relative of her ex-husband Will Kopelman claiming he’d passed but Judge David Kopelman is alive and still going strong -- Will slammed Anna was a submental hack and said he was surprised that Drew chose to give oxygen to someone like that

Page 18: American Life

Page 20: Cover Story -- Prince Andrew is desperate to quash explosive testimony by his pedophile pal Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell but the socialite’s second secret deposition is torpedoing his return from royal exile -- after Ghislaine danced around details of her relationship with the disgraced Duke of York in testimony released a few weeks ago Andrew is sweating bullets about her second grilling under oath which contains details of their intimate friendship and nights with Epstein’s teen sex slave Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 22: Don McLean viciously slammed ex-wife Patrisha Shnier as the worst person her ever knew but in their ongoing war of words she maintains he was abusive to her -- Don is still bitter over a 2016 domestic incident at their home in Maine that landed him behind bars and led to divorce after 30 years of marriage

Page 26: Matthew McConaughey confessed he nearly turned his back on Tinseltown to be a wildlife guide like late Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin -- he made a splash in a string of blockbuster rom-coms in the ‘90s and ‘00s but he was eager to move on to meatier movies and even passed on a $14.5 million paycheck in 2010 to seek more substantial roles and the struggle left him considering other careers such as a wildlife guide, Jamie Foxx has been crushed by the death of his beloved sister DeOndra Dixon who was born with Down syndrome

Page 28: Good Catch -- Bachelor stars who are still up for grabs -- Jon Hamm, Owen Wilson, Drew Carey

Page 29: Benicio Del Toro, Ryan Seacrest, Matthew Perry, some stars seem to say I do at the drop of the hat -- Larry King, Jerry Lee Lewis, Billy Bob Thornton

Page 32: Olivia Munn was caught on camera flashing what looked like engagement bling on her left ring finger as she exited a gym following a morning workout in Los Angeles but she reportedly broke up with boyfriend Tucker Roberts last year leaving fans wondering who bought the stunning sparkler

Page 36: Health Watch

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Michelle Pfeiffer

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Allison Janney on Mom

Page 47: Odd List

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ombradellaluna · 3 years

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Do you have any pieces you're working on? Any teasers to share?

Thanks for asking me ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ @lovely-tothe-bone

Yep!! I have one piece I’m making for a very special friend ( Surprise!) and I’ve 2 sketches almost ready. I had a bad week , so I could finish it. I plan to post the first one in a few days. XOXO ❤️ ❤️

#lovely-tothe-bone #ask

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burnt-tothe-bone · 4 years

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🌿🌟 • PenPals • 🌟🌿

So, I’m bored, and I’ve always loved letters since I was little but had a bad experience in Girl Scouts when I ended up getting a snob of a cousin as a pal (lol) so I never bothered with anymore penpals. Buuuttt since I’m older now and have more of a sense of self I want to try again🤷🏻‍♀️.

✉️

Username?

burnt-tothe-bone

Pronouns?

Her/she

What obscure location do you currently reside in?

Good ole Pennsylvania, USA

How old are you?

17, 18 Feb 2021

What age group are you comfortable talking with?

16-19

Sign?

Pisces

Where do you want to send letters to?

Honestly, as long as we’re able to communicate, anywhere would be great because I love learning about places around the world

Language?

English, I can comprehend French and Spanish, and I’m also trying to learn German

Favorite Color(s)?

Purple, gold, green, blue

Music?

Mainly alternative, rock, hip hop/rap, and punk but I do like almost any genre

Hobbies/Interests?

I used to play the violin in school for a couple years, semi-able to play happy birthday on my electronic piano, I’ve wanted to play the drums, I love drawing and painting, gardening, crafts, I love doing stuff outside(I’ve also been dying to go on a picnic since y planned one wasn’t interrupted)

What am I looking for?

I’m just looking for a friend, maybe another bestfriend idk🤷🏻‍♀️. Someone to talk to about your problems when you need to (vice versa) or just have a checking in w you message, someone you know will be there.

••I’m pretty much new to pen palling, I don’t have anything cute to make an envelope+letter out of so it’ll be boring white w whatever I’m able to decorate it with 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

#pennsylvania #usa #penpal #penpals #letters #snail mail #postage #friends #writing #interests #thinspo #cottagelife #cottagecore

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mega-aulover · 4 years

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The Kiss of Life

This is for @lovely-tothe-bone Base off of this picture. I sort of Everlarked it for you...I hope you like it. Happy Valentine's day! Rated T

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Finnick leaned up against the old beat-up truck waiting for Peeta. He sipped his coffee as he surveyed the landscape. There was nothing but uninterrupted sand, rocks, sun and utility poles a far cry from where he grew up sunny Florida. After coming home from the war, Finnick couldn’t take the noise, the sound of people chatting.

Moving to Texas, to the silence of the dessert helped soothed the gut feeling the other shoe was going drop. The fact was he didn’t feel worthy. Killing people even if they were bad guys made Finnick undeserving to live, it took a toll on his soul. He’d seen death and he knew it’s smell, even here in the hot desert, he could catch wind of it every once and while.

The rumble of a truck in the distance let him know the kid was arriving. If there was anyone whose life was harder was the kid, he was training. Peeta fell in love with the wrong “girl” according to society. Katniss was half white half black. She took after her father and in 1950’s society her skin color was unforgivable. He’d been brave enough to stand up to his wealthy family and bitch of a mother and move to this lonely forsaken part of the US where he and Katniss could live in relative peace.

Finnick had seen all sorts of bigotry and hate during his time in Germany. He’d had seen the concentration camps and the lowest depths that kind of hatred could take humanity. He remembered throwing up outside of the camp and crying like a baby after seeing the depravity.

Finnick came back changed he couldn’t and wouldn’t tolerate hatred of any kind. When he learned of Peeta’s situation Finnick took the kid under his wing. Standing up straight Finnick walked up to the kid’s truck as he pulled up.

“Morning, Peet.”

“Morning Finnick sir,” Peeta greeted.

The kid was eighteen with an angelic face, baby blue eyes, and blond wavy curly hair that would be plastered by sweat by the end of the day. “We’ve got company.” Finnick pointed behind him to the figure with the camera. Peeta’s eyes winded.

“Morning I’m Cressida. I’m going to be taking a few pictures for the home office,” she said holding up her camera.

“Golly that’s neat. My name is Peeta. “

Finnick rolled his eyes and looking up at the wires they needed to replace and repair, he cut the chit chat short. “Get your gear kid, this is a day like any other.”

Peeta nodded and soon they were dangling nearly 120feet off the ground. They worked steadily Finnick watched Peeta closely. Below the photographer clicked away. The wind blew gently cooling him off a little but the sun was relentless and blinding.

“Hey Finnick, you know what?”

“What Peet,” Finnick was looking for the live wires so that when Peeta went to touch it he wouldn’t be fried.

“Katniss told me today she wanted to make the baby’s room a combination of my love for the fall and her love of the woods.”

“You should name the kid Autumn, if it’s a girl” Finnick grumbled concentrating. “Try it now.”

“O…..OOOOOO…” Peeta shouted. A loud pop and crackle like thunder filled the air.

“Peet,” Finnick looked up panicked. He saw Peeta dangling from his harness his head hanging limply to the side. “Peet, shit, crap. I’m coming Peeta.” Finnick shimmied up the pole. As soon as he could his training from the war kicked in, Finnick released Peeta enough so that he was hanging upside down. He checked Peeta’s pulse and began giving him mouth to mouth. Placing his hand on the kid’s chest did chest compressions like he was taught.

Peeta coughed his eyes opening. “Why am I hanging upside down.”

Finnick laughed. “Let’s get you down and get you to old Haymitch.”

Down below Cressida ran toward them. “That was amazing.”

Finnick gently guided Peeta to stand on solid ground. “We’ve got to get him to Doc Haymitch. I need you to call this number.” Finnick took Cressida’s hand and grabbing a pen from his belt he wrote a number on the palm of Cressida’s hand. He shouted over his shoulder putting Peet in the truck. “That’s his girl…tell her I took him there.”

“Sure,” Cressida said running to her own car.

Finnick sped down the road. “Peet, you still with me?”

“Yeah, but I hurt.”

“Don’t worry Doc. Haymitch he knows what to do with us pole guys.” Haymitch was the only person in the entire county that treated anyone regardless of race, creed, or religion. He was a crusty old coot but he was fair.

“Katniss doesn’t like him much.”

“I would imagine not even Haymitch’s own mother wouldn’t like him.”

Peeta laughed weakly.

“Just hang in there and think of that little girl you want.” Finnick pushed the pedal down to the medal and his truck sped along the road. He was sure if Cray saw him, he’d be stopped as the truck sped down the country roads towards Haymitch. When he got to the clinic, he quickly carried him inside.

“Peet got electrocuted while on the pole.” The staff were quick to take Peet on to a stretcher.

“What’d you do this time Fin,” Haymitch grumbled appearing out of nowhere.

“Nothing,” Finnick said watching Haymitch’s staff surround Peet like a swarm of bees. They brought him to one of the private rooms.

“What happened?” Haymitch asked as he washed his hands.

“He touched a live wire; I’m guessing he got zapped with 160 volts of electricity.”

“Jeez,” Haymitch said checking Peeta’s eyes. “The kid should’ve been fried like a tomato.”

“I gave him mouth to mouth.” Finnick rubbed his face as he stepped away to the entrance.

“You saved his life,” Haymitch shouted over his shoulder as they put an IV in Peeta’s arm.

Finnick nodded, his brain snapped to the sound of machine guns, the grunt of men dying. He could smell the burnt smell of shells as they slipped from his gun onto the ground as he fought off the German’s. He didn’t know how long he’d stood there but when he opened his eyes it was to have Haymitch shining a light in his eye.

“Fin, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Finnick shrugged.

“Flashback?” Haymitch questioned.

Finnick nodded. It’s what Doctor Aurelius, Haymitch’s clinic partner called it whenever he had an episode. “Is Peet okay?”

“Yeah, he’ll live. Did you call sweetheart?”

It was then Finnick spotted Katniss her thin face etched with worry. Her silvery eyes a stark contrast to her tanned skin were seeking a friendly face. Katniss was stunning but people only saw the color of her skin. They couldn’t even get married legally. They’d done what so many others had done before him a private ceremony at home, a promise to love and suffer together through the good and the bad. Peet called it a toasting. To Finnick they were more than married they were a team.

“Katniss,” Finnick called.

“Finnick!” She waddled over to him. Seeing Haymitch Katniss turned toward him, “Is Peeta okay?”

“He’s in there,” Haymitch pointed.

Katniss moved passed them. “Peeta,” her broken voice whispered when she saw him. Katniss leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Peeta’s lips.

“I’ve got a good name, what do you think of Autumn if it’s a girl.”

Katniss cried and nodded when his arms went around hers.

The silent click of a camera alerted Finnick they were not alone. He turned and put his hand on the lens of the camera. “Ma’am leave those kids be. I’m sure you’ve got your pictures.”

Cressida nodded.

Three-weeks later Cressida showed up with the image of Finnick giving Peeta mouth to mouth. Finnick held the picture.

“You’re a hero you know.”

“Thanks.” Finnick blinked his hands shook with the black and white image.

“Are you dating anyone?”

Finnick grinned, Recently seeing Peet with his lady gave him the courage to ask the one girl in town that he really liked. “I nice librarian named Annie.”

“Darn it,” Cressida snapped her fingers. “Do me a favor give him a copy.”

Finnick nodded and smiled and watched Cressida walk away. This was the kiss of life and for the first time since coming home from the war he’d finally felt worthy.

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alliswell21 · 5 years

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Remorse and Absolution

For @lovely-tothe-bone. Sorry it took me so long.

Rated T, for mentions of canonical violence, and implied intimate encounters.

>>————->

The evening starts as usual: we cook dinner together, set the table and one of us runs to Haymitch’s to drag him over for supper. After dinner, Peeta and Haymitch play a few turns of their permanent chess game set up in the study, while I tackle the dirty dishes, since I’m feeling generous.

I join the guys in the study when I’m done in the kitchen, and curl up in a cozy chair with a book my mother sent from District 4 a while ago. It’s an easy read, just a few poems about flowers and plants that usually keeps my mind relaxed and distracted. The guys share a few quiet chuckles, and I smile at my book absentmindedly. I can’t help it. Laughter sometimes feels a little alien to us, but the sound is becoming more and more frequent with every season that passes.

Dr. Aurelius isn’t completely useless after all. He’s encouraged us to keep simple routines in our day to day, and so far we’ve found it beneficial for all of us.

After a while, Haymitch starts bouncing his leg anxiously. A clear sign he’s ready for a drink, and since Peeta and I discourage the use of liquor in our house, the old man cracks his knuckles and calls it a night after moving his piece. I wish we could break him out of the habit, but we all have our coping mechanisms; Haymitch’s happens to be at the bottom of a bottle. At least his alcohol intake has decreased some since he started raising his geese. The feathered monsters can be a handful tough, but they keep Haymitch preoccupied enough to stay sober at times.

I count that as a plus.

“I’ll walk you home.” Peeta tells Haymitch as soon as our old mentor stands from his rocking chair. His tone is casual, jovial even, but Haymitch and I know Peeta so well, we pick up the hidden message. He wants a word, privately.

“Sure. It’s been a long day, and I may need an extra pair of hands to help me secure the geese’s hatch. The stupid birds keep pecking at it. Soon they’ll be running wild all over the place.” Haymitch drawls, scratching his chin.

His sharp Seam eyes search Peeta’s countenance before cutting to me in something that could pass as boredom, if wasn’t for the way his eyebrow twitches.

I shrug infinitesimally, letting him know that I neither know what’s Peeta up to, or have any objections on the matter.

Haymitch shrugs too, and plucks an apple turnover from a plate by their chess table. “Sweetheart,” He nods and salutes me, stuffing his mouth obnoxiously full of pastry. He slouches out of the room beckoning Peeta to follow him. “Alright, Boy, lets get on with it. That hatch ain't gonna fix itself.”

By the time Peeta comes back, I’m getting ready for bed.

He joins me in the bathroom, as another of our nightly routines, we take turns using the toilet and then wash our faces and brush our teeth together at the sink. It should feel strange going to the bathroom with a boy, but after moving in together and becoming a real couple, Peeta and I have grown comfortable with each other— in my case— comfortable enough to be human in front of him.

I keep looking at him through the mirror over the sink though. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet since returning from Haymitch’s.

“Everything okay?” I ask around a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Hmm.” He grunts in ascent, switching water in his mouth before spitting it out. “Yeah.” He says, but sounds unconvinced.

I rinse my mouth and dry my lips with a towel, still studying his face while he tidies up the counter.

“You know you can tell me if anything is bothering you, right?” I say unraveling my braid and combing out the strands with my fingers.

“I know.” He tells me softly. After a minute, he stutters a breath. “It’s just… I don’t wanna bother ‘you’.” He says looking at me sheepishly, and then stands behind me with my hair brush.

He loves helping me brushing and rebranding my hair, so I let him do it every night. He’s gotten almost as good as I too. Normally, this is my favorite time of our grooming routine. Having him play with my hair relaxes and soothes me like nothing else; but tonight I just stew in his words.

I come to the conclusion that whatever’s on his mind, has to be awful for him to think he’ll upset me by it.

I scowl, and dig deep for some courage; after all he’s done for me, the least I can do is repay his kindness and help him out, even if it’s something that could potentially send me cowering under the covers for days.

“Peeta,” I turn to face him, running my hand up and down his muscled arm. “We’re in this together. No matter what. You can tell me anything.” I tell him honestly.

He sighs heavily.

He holds my hand and together we walk into our bedroom. He motions for me to sit on the bed, then lowers himself next to me. It takes him another moment to gather his thoughts, finally, his eyes find mine, holding my whole attention.

“Today in my call with Dr. Aurelius, we talked about apologizing to people I’ve physically hurt. Even if they’re not around anymore.”

“Oh,” I breathe out. “That’s a tall order. I’m so sorry, Peeta.” I say taking his hand in mine. By my count, all the people Peeta ever touched violently, died right after. “It must’ve been hard for you, trying to make amends like that.”

He shakes his head. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, I felt myself slipping at one point, but I managed to stay in my own mind…” he trails off, his blue eyes glass over, and for a moment I’m frightened an episode is coming, but then his eyes refocus on me. And it’s not better when he holds my gaze.

So much sadness and guilt, a chill runs up my spine.

“Apologizing to the dead wasn’t the hard part.” He confesses softly, gently. “There’s one person I hurt, who’s still here, breathing. Alive. The problem is she’s the hardest one to even start talking to, because I can’t quite remember what happened, or what was actually said or done to trigger the attack.” Peeta’s voice breaks a little, his eyes intense on mine. “My mind was so confused. Whatever happened during those moments when fear gripped my like a vice, is fogged up in my memory, and some people may say is for the better, because who’ll want to know the monstrosities one is capable of…?”

I try to remain oblivious to what he’s saying, but his meaning is hard to miss when spoken with such vehemence.

He continues, “What I know about the incidents, is only what I was told by others. At first, I didn’t believe a word of it.” He shakes his head and looks away in shame for a moment, “Not until I saw footage of myself acting like a rabid mutt. A madman, killing an innocent just to get to a defenseless girl, who didn’t do anything to hurt me. Not really.”

My heartbeat quickens at his words. Pain and fear snake around my chest, wrapping tightly over my heart, and breathing becomes a chore. I shake my head, “It wasn't like that... it wasn’t—“ a small noise, like a sob, cuts the rest of my words short.

“Katniss,” this time is Peeta squeezing my hand in his. “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to. As I said, the last thing I want, is to upset you.”

I shake my head and manage to croak out, “No, Peeta, I think we have to. I’m not terribly keen on remembering those days, but like everything in our lives, we need to face our fears and stop pretending they’re not there.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “What do you need to know?” I ask before my resolve disappears.

“I’m not sure. Honestly, I want nothing less than to know all the awful things I did and said to you then, Sweetheart. But it feels wrong, hypocritical, apologizing to you without first owning my crimes and shortcomings.”

My heart breaks a little. For both of us.

All the mess up stuff done to us, and even now we have to fight to get away from the pain they caused us.

“Is that why you wanted to speak to Haymitch alone?” I ask, “To learn from him what happened that day? The day you—“ my hand goes to my neck involuntarily, but the words I whisper are less threatening, less damning. “The day you were rescued from the Capitol,”

Peeta sighs a tremulous “Yes.” After a pause, he explains, quietly, “I had to know, and Haymitch wouldn’t sugar coat it or lie about it to spare my sanity.” We’re silent for a moment and then he brings my hand to his lips. “I’m sorry I let them turn me into that monster, Katniss.”

I’m not sure what exactly happens next, but one soft, apologetic kiss, turns into two, three, six, ten. His lips hover, feather like, over the skin of my wrist, traveling to my forearm and then keeps going up to my shoulder. Our eyes stay entranced unto one another, as much as we can sitting like we are. An unbreakable connection. The apology is etched in the depths of his intense blue eyes, and I don’t have the power to look away or deny him this.

Sitting side by side, requires some readjustment when Peeta’s kisses reach my neck. My eyes finally shut when his hot breath fans over the place my skin tingles with the memory of finger shaped bruises.

“I’m so sorry, Katniss.” He murmurs against my throat. “I’m sorry I became a piece in their games.” His kisses go from tight lipped, to open mouthed, and his hand cups my cheek to keep my head in place as he paints apologies over my neck and throat.

“I’m sorry I let them turn me against you, darling.” His free hand wraps around my waist lightly, “I allowed them to turn me into a weapon, to destroy you. I’m sorry my mind was so warped, they almost succeeded.”

“But you’re better now,” I exclaim wrapping my fingers around his, abruptly turning to face him completely.

My eyes fill with tears because his real self is here, with me, and none of the schemes the Capitol or Coin tried to use, to put us as odds with each other, worked.

They lost! And against the odds, we won. Another day this victory will seem empty and small, but not tonight. Tonight, knowing Peeta reclaimed his mind back and came home to help me do the same, is all that matters.

“You’re better now,” I repeat, and then is me kissing his mouth, holding him tight, “You’re you. My Peeta. My sweet, tender Boy with the bread.” Every word is marked with a peck to his lips, cheeks, eyes. “They couldn’t break you, not completely. You broke free at the end. You brought yourself back to me.”

He pulls me flushed against him then. “Oh, Sweetheart, I’ll always come back to you. You’re my entire life. My safe heaven. My home.”

“And you are mine.”

We lean into each other. Our kisses rapidly escalates from reassuring press of the lips, to hungry exploration of each other’s mouths.

Our bodies slowly lower to the mattress; our hands roam freely under sleep wear and my fingers tangle in his soft hair. We move fluidly, in familiar, comforting motions together.

Peeta kisses my jawline up and down; one warm hand slides from my side, up to my shoulder and around to caress over my collarbones with gentle, loving fingers.

“I don’t think I will ever be able to stop apologizing for hurting you,” He says placing small kisses behind my ear. “Hijacked or not.” He nudges me back, until my head falls on my pillow. “But I pledge to spend the rest of my life trying.” He promises before shifting himself to hover above me.

I cradle his hips between mine, but Peeta contents himself with just resting his weight there while his clever, caring fingers massage the skin on my neck tenderly.

“Please, Katniss. Could you ever forgive me for what I did? I keep trying to picture myself wrapping my hands around your neck with the intent to harm you, and I just—”

“I know. That wasn’t you.” I tell him caressing his face.

His eyes shine with unshed tears. “But maybe it was though.” He says miserably. “Everyone keeps saying they use venom to twist my feelings for you until I couldn’t even recognize myself, but what if the hatred and resentment had been there all along? There’s an all consuming rage deep within me, Katniss. It ran in my mother’s veins. I could feel it in mine too, dormant, simmering beneath the surface. I kept a short leash on it when I could help it, but the Capitol found it, dug it out, and magnified it to use against you. How could you ever forgive me for almost choking the life out of you?”

“Peeta,” I sigh to the ceiling, curling my fingers into the hair at his nape, bringing his face deeper into the crook of my neck where I can keep him safe from himself, “I forgave you the moment you remembered your promise of ‘Always’.” I tell him looping my other arm around his shoulder. “I forgave you because your true self is kind, and loving, and sweet. Maybe there is anger and rage inside you, but your selflessness is far greater. Your will power is what makes me love you. You came back from the mutt, and that’s why forgiving you was so easy. You didn’t let it eat you up like Snow and Coin expected. You’re stronger than that.”

How could I ever doubt a boy who’s always put my well-being before his own? How could I believe he would purposely hurt me, when his actions spoke so loudly to the contrary in the past?

To show him I trust him intrinsically and accept his apology without reservations, I tilt my head back, presenting him with my bare throat. I don’t care if this position leaves me vulnerable, I know he loves me, and despite all those walls I built around my heart to keep me from falling in love, I’ve finally admitted, I love him back.

“Thank you, Katniss. For having faith in me. For giving me another chance and not giving up on me in those sewers.”

“You didn’t give up on me either. I think we are finally on leveled ground.”

I feel his smile against my cheek before his lips find my own.

“I will still spend the rest of my life, making it up to you, Sweetheart.” He whispers into my jaw, his other hand joins the sweet ministrations of the first one, pouring his devotion into each one of his light touches over my clavicle and throat, as if trying to sooth the memory of the bruises away… he may just manage to erase them for good if he keeps kissing me like this.

He’s etching his adoration and love for me with so much reverence on every inch of flesh he can reach.

His caresses and kisses descend from my face to my clavicle, his hands move the thin material of my night shirt down my arms, revealing yet more skin, and his reverent kisses turn into hungry nips and pecks, that only serves to make our hunger greater. Our hands seek more skin, more warmth, more friction, not quite satisfying.

We’ve made love almost every night since the day I told him my love for him is real, but tonight, when we join our bodies and become one, is different. With every gasp, caress and whispered promise, we make right a wrong, and put a painful episode behind us. We heal, forgive, and forget.

As his strokes and soothes my neck with tender touches, I know in my heart, that we will be okay.

We still have a long road ahead of us. What we went through has left deep wounds physical and emotional, that won’t heal overnight; we will have to work very hard to overcome guilt, sadness, and anger, but tonight, we’ve grown in our love, and that’s one more reason to smile than we had yesterday.

Maybe one day laughter won’t be alien anymore.

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I Heart You Bad (Another Everlark Valentine’s Day Drabble)

Author: @hutchhitched

Prompt: Conversation hearts. That’s it. That’s the prompt. [submitted by @lovely-tothe-bone]

Rating: G

Summary: Katniss Everdeen hated Valentine’s Day until Peeta Mellark gave her a card that melted her heart in sixth grade. Now, she’s thirteen, and her boyfriend has a message for her.

Author’s Note: Set in the same universe as I Knead You Bad (An Everlark Valentine’s Day Drabble). _______________

“Come on, come on, come on!” Prim Everdeen shouted down the hall. Katniss rolled her eyes and tied a ribbon on her braid before grabbing her backpack and heading into the living room.

“Calm down, Little Duck. You’re eight. The world is not that dramatic.”

Katniss could say this because she was the ripe age of 13, a teenager, a seventh grader, and a big sister. She had some experience, and all of that assured her that Prim didn’t need to shout to get her attention. Besides, there was no reason to hurry to school. Just because it was Valentine’s Day didn’t mean Katniss needed to rush. Catching one last glimpse of herself in the hall mirror, she motioned her sister to the door and followed to the bus stop.

“Do you have your cards?” Prim asked as they boarded the bus.

Katniss sniffed and nodded her head. “The few I bothered to fill out. There aren’t that many people I want to give them to this year.”

“I bet Peeta gets a special one,” Prim teased, and Katniss blushed. Nudging her sister, she headed to the back of the bus and took a seat by the window. She busied herself looking at the houses as they flashed by, although that didn’t help ease her nerves.

There was no reason to be nervous. She knew that, but she still was. Peeta wasn’t just her boyfriend. He was really, really special to her. He’d saved her life with a loaf of bread. Well, technically, he’d only saved her pride with a Valentine’s Day card, but it had included an image of a loaf of bread and a half-baked pun about “loafing” her. She’d never enjoyed the holiday before he’d placed that lime green envelope on her desk, and she still got all squirmy when she thought about it. They’d become friends before he’d finally asked her to be his girlfriend, but she had a feeling something more was coming. If it was, today might be the day he finally got up the courage to take that step.

The bus arrived at school faster than she wanted, and she trudged down the stairs and into the building. She waved at her sister as they parted ways—Prim toward the elementary and herself into the junior high wing. She was almost to her locker before her heart started beating normally. Peeta waited for her, as he usually did on school day mornings. She smiled softly at him and tried to hide the pleased flush as he held out a small wrapped package to her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Katniss,” he offered in greeting and beamed at her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Peeta.”

She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and stuck it in her locker. Digging into the depths, she produced the small stack of cards and flipped through them to find his. Shyly, she handed it to him and ducked her head when he reached for it eagerly. He opened it slowly, relishing every second of receiving something from her, and she wished he’d hurry it along. He was being maddeningly slow. His face lit up with delight when he pulled the card free. She’d kept the theme from the previous year with an image of a yellow cat pawing at a black one and the words “I knead you.”

“It’s Buttercup!” he crowed, and she nodded earnestly.

When he was finished reading her message, he waved at her to open her package. She fumbled with the wrapping with clumsy fingers, but eventually, she tugged the small box free. It was conversation hearts. Puzzled, she looked at him in confusion.

“Open it.”

When she did, multi-colored candy hearts fell into her palm. She still didn’t get it, but he encouraged her to look closer. Then, she saw it. Every single piece of candy had the same message stamped in pink lettering. The words took her breath away.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. I know we’re young, but it’s true.”

Classmates bustled around them, and Katniss had a vague awareness of the other people in the hallway. Usually not one for public displays of affection, she couldn’t help herself. She flung her arms around him and pressed her face into his neck. She floated on clouds throughout the day, and she was still glowing when she met her sister after the final bell rang.

“Well?”

“He gave me these,” she said softly and held out her hand.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #Valentine's Day #winter #winter 2021 #hutchhitched #submission #prompt

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