Vladimir Stringer

//Capitol// The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

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“You think you’ll get grumpy enough that I’d rather be dead than be with you? I highly doubt it.” […] “Oh? What would you suggest for entertainment, Mrs Stringer?” […] “I’d live there if it were more convenient.” […] “Yeah, I prefer calling you my wife too. Much easier.”

“I don’t know, maybe? I mean, you’ve never seen me properly and seriously grumpy,” Sati said, and pulled her shoulders up in a light shrug. He’d seen her be angry, upset, but never properly grumpy like she knew she would be if she tried staying in bed for an entire day. She imagined she’d even get sore from being in a lying position all day, especially since she couldn’t lie on her front anymore. But maybe it would be good for her to just relax for a full day, and not think about anything other than letting herself be completely calm. Vlad had such a way of twisting and turning her words, making every possible situation seem dirty, and she felt her cheeks heating up once more, and she shook her head and pushed some of her hair to cover her cheeks. “You make everything dirty. But what you’re thinking about, isn’t necessarily relaxing, is it?” she asked, knowing that she was probably right. Unless he thought they would just stay in bed and touch and cuddle all day, which always, without fail, ended up resulting in something more. Vlad was just being cheeky talking about it out in the open like this, knowing that she would end up blushing, and he did so enjoy annoying her, as she either got grumpy or ended up blushing, and he enjoyed both of those things. “I’d want to live there too. Except it would be a very long walk, no electricity… Maybe once we get back to one of the districts. We can find a small place by the water.” Sati figured they would never be able to afford something very big, but they would always find something to fit their needs. As long as they had room for the two of them, and their daughter, it would all be good. “So that’s why you wanted to marry me, hmm? You wanted to be able to call me wife, and say my surname. I had no idea you were so selfish,” she teased him, the corners of her lips pulling up in the smallest of smirks. Of course, she was only teasing him, like she enjoyed doing. Sati knew though, that he was happy to finally not be the last Stringer in the world, and together they could make even more. Finally he had a family again.

“I know baby, I’m only teasing. You’re perfect.” […] “Shocked that your husband is a clever man, who sorted out everything before we got here, who would never let his wife worry over something stupid like money? You don’t know me at all.” […] “I think you should.” […] “No, no. I just said it’s hot. I’m just flushing because of the heat.”

It was strange, how her body was changing, and how she couldn’t do absolutely nothing in terms of getting used to it. Once she had grown to a certain size, and gotten used to the feeling, she would grow some more, and had to get used to it all over again. Not even Vlad’s shirts fit her anymore, not like they used to, anyway. For the most part, she wore some very big sweaters, as they were easy to put on, even though she ended up looking like a bit of a slob. Sati didn’t mind though, and Vlad didn’t seem to mind it either. “Oh yes, perfect,” she said, rolling her eyes a little, but she appreciated the compliments still. There were days she felt amazing, and other where she didn’t feel good about any of it. Luckily there had been more of the good days though, thanks to Vlad. “No, I’m not shocked, you’re amazing. I was shocked that they can actually demand that much money for a piece of chicken,” Sati corrected him, and reached across the table to take his hand, gently running her thumb over his knuckles. “You’re amazing. Thank you.” If Vlad said she had no need to worry, then she would keep from doing just that. Worrying only led her stressing, and she didn’t want any of that for their wedding they. She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, trying to keep herself from blushing again. “You’re filthy today. Why?” she whispered, leaning over the table as best as she could, looking intently into his eyes. Vlad hadn’t been like this in a while, but it was fun to get that side of him back. Maybe it was their night apart that had done it, she didn’t know. But he was being far more dirty than he had been for a while, and Sati was kind of loving it. “No, don’t try to hide it, you’re blushing, and if I didn’t have a basketball under my dress, I would reach right over and pinch your cheeks. That’s adorable. Second time I’ve seen you blush today.” She was referring to when he stumbled over his words during the ceremony, where he had blushed like crazy. It just hadn’t been the right time to mention that she had seen it, and they both knew it. But she could tease him now though, finally.

“I don’t know, maybe? I mean, you’ve never seen me properly and seriously grumpy,” [...] “You make everything dirty. But what you’re thinking about, isn’t necessarily relaxing, is it?” [...] “I’d want to live there too. Except it would be a very long walk, no electricity… Maybe once we get back to one of the districts. We can find a small place by the water.” [...] “So that’s why you wanted to marry me, hmm? You wanted to be able to call me wife, and say my surname. I had no idea you were so selfish,” "Haven't I? I've seen you properly and seriously angry, and I still loved you then." He pointed out, grinning just a little. Although thinking about how angry she had been with him wasn't funny, he had a point. Vlad had loved her from the start, and he wasn't shy about telling her so. And he had been bad enough to make her hate him in a passionate kind of way, but that still didn't stop him loving her. He just couldn't help it. He was still convinced that no one could not love Sati, she was just so warm and friendly. Vlad was just, thankfully, the first to get to her. "Sex and orgasms lower blood pressure and release hormones that make you happy, and make you sleepy so you're more open to the idea of relaxation. So yes, I'd say it's relaxing." He grinned, not lowering his voice in the way he knew she wanted him to. He was being cheeky, talking about sex in a very public way when he could tell she didn't want to, but it was just so funny to see her reddened face when he said it. He wasn't being any worse than usual, and he knew that she usually wouldn't be so angry at him for such a normal conversation, but that was what made it funny. "My blushing bride." He whispered, brushing a finger over her cheek to push her hair back so that he could see it. "We'll definitely live near the water. We'll live where ever you want to. Just as long as you're not going to be scared of it this time?" He teased a little, giving her a knowing look. Sati was so scared of the open water of the lake, he couldn't imagine her near an ocean. But it was still beautiful to be near the water, and she would get used to it with his help. He liked being the one to help her anyway. "You didn't know I was selfish? Damn, and now you've gone and married me? Stuck now, baby." He shrugged a little, not apologetic at all. Sati knew the truth anyway, she knew that he loved having more family in the world, and that the idea of her being his wife had made him very happy for a very long time. Vlad laughed as the waiter came back with the beginning of their meal, just because he was embarrassed for having been caught awkward-kissing Sati. He let go of her hand and instead moved to nudge her foot with his own, glaring at her across the table as the waiter set down their food. "Thanks." He muttered to the man as he left, but the man didn't seem very friendly at all. Perhaps he knew that they weren't paying. “Oh yes, perfect,” [...] “No, I’m not shocked, you’re amazing. I was shocked that they can actually demand that much money for a piece of chicken,” [...] “You’re amazing. Thank you.” [...] “You’re filthy today. Why?” [...] “No, don’t try to hide it, you’re blushing, and if I didn’t have a basketball under my dress, I would reach right over and pinch your cheeks. That’s adorable. Second time I’ve seen you blush today.” Vlad smiled fondly at her, not even able to pretend with her anymore. He knew she was bad at taking compliments, but he didn't even care if she 'took' it, because it was just a fact. "I think you're perfect." He shrugged, before adding. "That's why I married you." Anyone that knew him well was surprised that Vlad had settled down, much less that he had settled down with a girl like Sati. He sort of loved that it surprised people though, because that just showed him how much he had changed. Vlad hated himself when he met her, but he didn't anymore. She had changed him into a likeable person, and while he could still easily go back to a manipulative asshole like before, he much rathered the person Sati was in love with. She was perfect for making him that way, and he wouldn't have 'settled' for anything less. He laughed and nodded, looking around at the full paying customers. "Be more shocked that people choose to pay that much for a piece of chicken. I'd expect it to be gold plated for the amount they're spending." He nodded, his voice actually lowered so not to offend any of the other patrons. It wasn't like anyone was forced to spend that amount of money on food, it was the people who chose to spend that much who were the stupid ones. He guessed that they were also paying for atmosphere, which Vlad could almost understand. He didn't know if it was the fact that he was already feeling so excited and giddy inside, just from the wedding itself, but he felt like he was looking at Sati through a whole new light. He had just never been happier, and he felt like his heart was in his throat. "It's about time you started believing in how amazing I am, thank you very much. You knew I'd have this sorted." He said, raising an eyebrow as if completely shocked by her ignorance. He was just a little shocked really, she knew him well enough to know that they wouldn't be paying for anything, and that he would have sorted something special, even if they had such little time to prepare. He was a romantic at heart, it just took someone like Sati to bring it out in him. He very carefully inspected the food on his fork before tasting just a little of it, and was surprised by how much he actually enjoyed it. It was almost worth just as much as they were supposed to pay. He laughed and bit his lip at her question as she leaned over the table, and did the same, just so that their faces were almost touching. "Because you make me filthy. I'm just excited, that's all." He didn't think he was being any worse than usual, but they were in public. Vlad normally kept it to himself when they were in public, but he just couldn't that night. He just wanted to be all over her and he didn't care who saw. He wanted everyone to know that she was his wife. He pointed his finger at her as if warning her and narrowed his eyes. "I... Shut up." He scowled a little and put a hand to his cheek. "I'm not good at this public stuff... Normally... I don't like being caught." He grinned just a little and sighed. He didn't mind being caught blushing by Sati, not really, not if that was what it took to show her how damn happy he was.

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

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“I think you should be taking it as easy as you possibly can, you know. I’m just saying that a day in bed wouldn’t kill you.” […] “It’s not fake yet, because they haven’t found it yet. It’s our place.” […] “You don’t want me to work harder?” […] “I love it. I promise I do. I can’t give you a proper wedding but you’re still being loving and I just… I love it.”

Sati almost scowled at him at his words. Vlad knew as well as she did that she wouldn’t be able to stay in bed, and relax all day, without ending up being impossibly grumpy and she would give up before half the day had passed. Just the thought of staying relaxed for that long made her feel uneasy, although she knew it would be good for her in the end. “It’ll probably kill you though. You haven’t seen how grumpy I get when I don’t have something to do,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him and gave him a knowing look. “But fine, how long do we have the room for? If we’re staying here for the most part of tomorrow, I’ll stay in bed all day. But you have to keep me entertained.” If she had Vlad to talk to, maybe she would be able to. But now, lately, when he was working, and she was at ahem alone, she couldn’t even be thinking about staying still for that long, because eventually she would start cleaning things, or just generally moving things around in their apartment. “I like that. We have a place we can hide out if we should feel like it,” she whispered, making sure that only he could hear what she said, going right along with his little act of not letting anyone hear about it. Surely a place like that would be mapped, but if it wasn’t, she was happy that Vlad had found it, and had decided to share its location with her. Really, they should be going back there soon, just to get away from the concrete buildings of the Capitol. It could only be good for them, after all. Sati shushed him loudly and put her hands to her face, hiding away completely. She was used to them talking like that when they were alone, but in a fancy restaurant, she couldn’t help it that she blushed. “Let’s keep this a topic of conversation when we’re alone, shall we?” she muttered, her voice barely audible through her fingers. Sati’s cheeks were already burring, and she knew Vlad liked it a little more than he should. Once her cheeks cooled down a little, she rested her cheek against her palm and looked at him, a fond smile slowly spreading across her face. “The wedding isn’t really what matters. It’s the marriage. I’m just happy I can call you my husband,” she told him, nodding slowly as she reached across the table to take his hand, gently caressing her thumb over his knuckles.

“I’m surprised you don’t have more trouble now, actually. Maybe you should just start wearing blankets full time, yeah?” […] “Yes. We’re not paying full price, okay? It’s all sorted out. I don’t want you worrying on our wedding day about stupid stuff like money.” […] “Mmm… I think you just made me like the tie if you’re going to do that.” […] “Can we just please have the specials? I can’t choose.” […] “Hot in here.”

Sati sighed and put her hand down to her stomach. Yes, she was bigger, but if she were to start having trouble moving already, she really wouldn’t be able to go anywhere as she kept growing outwards. “I’m not that big yet though, well, I’m big, but I’ll get bigger. For now I’m alright,” she said, pulling her shoulders slowly up in a shrug. She knew Vlad was worried about her, that everything would be going the way they wanted it to, but she didn’t like him worrying so much. She was fine, and besides her bleeding at the start of her pregnancy, she hadn’t felt any more discomfort at all. Well, beside her being big of course. She closed her eyes as he reached over the table, forcing her to release her lip from her teeth. Of course she had no reason to worry, Vlad would have worked everything out, and she didn’t need to worry even a little bit. “Okay, I’m not worried. I was just shocked, is all,” she whispered, hardly daring to look at him at all, and instead placed a small kiss to his finger. They didn’t have a lot of extra money, but she knew he wouldn’t have been unreasonable about their money for their wedding day and night. He knew how much he could spend without setting them back too far, at least. “Oh? So maybe I should just grab onto that tie once we’re alone then?” she asked, keeping her voice hushed, to keep anyone from hearing what they were saying. They had both been so exhausted before, but the thrill of being married now, and them going to have a good meal, it had woken up more than she would have thought. She was just happy to be with him again, after spending a night apart. It was rather disturbing how reliant she was on having him there, really, but it went both ways, so it didn’t bother her too much. She leaned up to meet his lips as he leaned over to kiss her, but giggled when the waiter came back over. What was more amusing though, was the blush that crept onto his cheeks at them getting caught. But she waited until the waiter had left again before commenting on it. “Are you blushing? Are you really blushing? For real? I never thought I’d see that again, that’s the cutest thing ever!” Yes, she was teasing him. But rightfully so, as he always teased her when she blushed.

“It’ll probably kill you though. You haven’t seen how grumpy I get when I don’t have something to do,” [...] “But fine, how long do we have the room for? If we’re staying here for the most part of tomorrow, I’ll stay in bed all day. But you have to keep me entertained.” [...] “I like that. We have a place we can hide out if we should feel like it,” [...] “Let’s keep this a topic of conversation when we’re alone, shall we?” [...] “The wedding isn’t really what matters. It’s the marriage. I’m just happy I can call you my husband,” Vlad gave her an unconvinced look because letting out a short laugh and shaking his head. "You think you'll get grumpy enough that I'd rather be dead than be with you? I highly doubt it." He grinned. She was stupid to think that he would ever become so annoyed with her grumpiness that he would get fed up and leave or anything like that. He loved Sati, and he kind of liked it just a little bit when she was grumpy. He had a feeling she knew that too, because he went out of his way to annoy her at times. It was just fun when she was all frustrated, and gave him an excuse to kiss her until she smiled again. "Oh? What would you suggest for entertainment, Mrs Stringer?" He smirked a little and raised his eyebrows, knowing that she didn't want to talk about sex stuff in public. It just made him want to do it more though, just to see her blushing. Again, it was just his little way of being annoying. Maybe it was a little weird that he liked it when she was annoyed with him, but she knew he was a little weird and she still married him. He was her problem now as far as he was concerned. Vlad smiled as Sati pretended with him that their spot was really secret, when he was certain that it wouldn't be. There wouldn't be a place in the world that was out of the Capitol's radar, but it seemed like the lake was a little forgotten area. He loved it, and he knew Sati loved it too. "I'd live there if it were more convenient." He sighed wistfully. It reminded him of home. Maybe not his home, because District 12 certainly didn't look so beautiful. But it reminded him of somewhere safe, warm and loved. And that was home to him. Home didn't need to be a distinct physical location for him, and he hoped that Sati felt the same way to a degree. He grinned a little and nodded. "Yeah, I prefer calling you my wife too. Much easier." He agreed, as if that were the only reason why he liked saying wife. He loved that he and Sati were now a family, and once they had their daughter it would feel even more like that. There was just one more Stringer in the world, and soon there would be two. It was stupid, really, but he no longer felt alone in the world. “I’m not that big yet though, well, I’m big, but I’ll get bigger. For now I’m alright,” [...] “Okay, I’m not worried. I was just shocked, is all,” [...] “Oh? So maybe I should just grab onto that tie once we’re alone then?” [...] “Are you blushing? Are you really blushing? For real? I never thought I’d see that again, that’s the cutest thing ever!” "I know baby, I'm only teasing. You're perfect." He reassured her, brushing his thumb over her knuckles lightly and smiling just a little. Vlad knew that she was becoming self conscious about her body in a completely different way to how she had been when they first met, and he really didn't blame her. He couldn't imagine how strange it would be to suddenly have a basketball under his shirt, and Sati had taken it pretty well. Or at least he thought so. He still had to reassure her from time to time, but he didn't mind that. It gave him a good excuse to compliment her without her getting all embarrassed and shy about it, because she knew that he was only trying to reassure her too. "Shocked that your husband is a clever man, who sorted out everything before we got here, who would never let his wife worry over something stupid like money? You don't know me at all." He winked. Vlad had been pretty manipulative in the past. Really, it had been easy for him to get around the Capitol and all of the Districts without a viable citizenship, just because he was a fantastic liar. Sati knew that he couldn't lie to her, but he could certainly lie to people in the management system of the hotel in order to get what he wanted. He also had friends, lots of friends, in lots of different positions. He wasn't going to let Sati be worried about money that night. That was his job. He smirked as Sati lowered her voice and leaned over the table a little. "I think you should." He whispered back with a cheeky look on his face. It wasn't even a bad thing to say, but he liked to pretend with her to make it seem like he was saying something dirty. He thought that if he did that, he might make her annoyed and it might also make her blush. Win/win, in his books. Vlad put a hand to his cheeks in concern and quickly shook his head. "No, no. I just said it's hot. I'm just flushing because of the heat." He explained, trying to act totally innocent, when they both knew that he had blushed. Vlad wasn't good at public displays of affection and Sati knew it, so being caught kissing her awkwardly over the table had just embarrassed him more than he thought it would. He played with his cutlery and grinned cheekily down at it, knowing that Sati knew he was lying. Sati deserved to tease him about blushing anyway, he teased her enough.

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

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“You got me.” […] “Awh, baby. I’ll look after you. Some time in bed could only do you good.” […] “The Capitol’s good aspects always seem to be fake. I met you in the Capitol though, so I’ll always have to be thankful for that.” […] “Oh, but you know that I love it when you scream. That only makes me want to do it more.” […] “You’re being gorgeous and adorable and I’ve never loved you more.”

Sati rolled her eyes a little as she looked at him, and shook her head slowly from side to side. Something would have nee seriously wrong with their relationship if they hadn’t enjoyed holding each other, but it might be a little odd that usually she woke up being the one holding him. It probably wasn’t something that Vlad went around and told people, as that would be… Prohibiting for his manly reputation. And she didn’t have the need to go around and tell everyone either, it was private, something between only the two of them, and she would much prefer to keep it that way. “What, you’re saying I should be on bed rest? You do know I’d go absolutely insane just lying in bed all day, right?” Her eyebrows rose on her forehead as she gave him a knowing look. Of course he would be able to keep her entertained for a while, but if she were feeling that bad that she couldn’t get up and out of bed, she would be going absolutely stir crazy, no matter what Vlad did to try to keep her entertained. So she really was hoping she would never have to actually stay in bed for longer periods of time. “The lake isn’t fake though. Where you proposed. I still think that’s the most beautiful place here in the Capitol,” Sati said, sighing as she thought back to their weekend by the lake. It had been perfect, and it hadn’t felt like they were even in the Capitol at all. But this city really did know how to make all things beautiful, fake. It was rather sad, actually. “Oh, sssh,” Sati said, waving her hand at him as she felt her cheeks heating up in a blush, and felt the urge to cover them to keep anyone from knowing what Vlad had said. They were in a fancy restaurant, but he really did know how to make her feel embarrassed. Though not about the part about making her scream, but him actually saying the words. She watched as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, and couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “I’m just a girl, I guess. I try hiding the fact that I am, but I am a proper girl about all this, aren’t I?” As much as Sati tried hiding how giddy and happy she felt when she was with Vlad, sometimes it was just impossible to hide.

“You’re so mean. I’ll help you put on your pants next week when you can’t manage it.” […] “Hush. Did you think I wouldn’t sort this out too? Don’t look at the prices. It goes with the room.” […] “Not my tie, don’t wreck it. No one is going to strangle me anyway, not unless that’s something you’d like to get into…” […] “That face, Mrs. Stringer. You know what that face does to me, and I just can’t ever say no to you.”

Of course she shouldn’t have even thought about bringing up her father into the conversation at all. He was someone that had, not only hurt Sati, but he had ruined Vlad’s life, by taking away his parents, and she felt like an absolute idiot for even mentioning him at all. She just wanted him to be happy, especially on their special day. But even as he frowned, she decided to not mention it any further, and simply went along with his teasing instead. Much better than to let them be sad about things that were in the past. “Next week? You think I’ll struggle putting on my pants next week?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “I started struggling with that last week,” she added with a grin, shaking her head a little. The most difficult part was getting her feet into the legs and bending over enough to be able to pull her pants up, but she wouldn’t ask Vlad to help her dress. If she couldn’t get her pants on, she would rather just not wear any. She didn’t want to feel like a child, after all. Sati looked down at their hands, feeling him squeezing her gently and bit her lip. “Okay, so it’s… already sorted out?” she asked, just wanting to be completely sure. They didn’t have a lot of money, and to be spending it all for a good meal was just too much. But if it went with their room and everything, she might not feel so guilty eating the food, which should be delicious considering how expensive it was. She didn’t even know if she could look at the menu again, without freaking out over how expensive it all was, but was brought out of her thoughts as she saw him winking at her, and narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh, I’ll be pulling you back into our room later by that tie, throw you to the bed and have my way with you,” she said in a hushed whisper, and tried her best to keep a straight face, when really, all she wanted to do was laugh out loud at how silly the idea was. They both knew she couldn’t stay in control for a very long, not unless she tied him up and everything. But she hadn’t planned for that either. She put her chin in her palm and batted her eyelashes at him. “Hmm, so you won’t say no to kiss me now? Even if we’re in public and you’d have to do that awkward leaning over the table thing to do it?” she asked, trying to look as cute as was possible.

“What, you’re saying I should be on bed rest? You do know I’d go absolutely insane just lying in bed all day, right?” [...] “The lake isn’t fake though. Where you proposed. I still think that’s the most beautiful place here in the Capitol,” [...] “Oh, sssh,” [...] “I’m just a girl, I guess. I try hiding the fact that I am, but I am a proper girl about all this, aren’t I?” Vlad grinned to himself at the thought of Sati being in bed all day, because it just wouldn't ever happen. Even when she was heavily pregnant, he could see her refusing to stay in bed all day. That just wasn't who she was. Vlad wouldn't have minded staying in bed all day really, but he hardly ever got the chance anymore. He didn't want to spend the day in bed when he could spend the day with Sati. "I think you should be taking it as easy as you possibly can, you know. I'm just saying that a day in bed wouldn't kill you." He was probably over protective about her, but they had been hurt before. He was just trying to prevent anything bad happening ever again. Everything was going so well in their lives, and he couldn't help the niggling feeling that something just had to go wrong. Vlad smiled and nodded, looking around at the little lights. It was beautiful, and as he looked at the way the soft light hit Sati's face and enhanced the lines of her cheekbones, he melted just a little. "It's not fake yet, because they haven't found it yet. It's our place." He put a finger to his lips and looked around, as if someone might find out about their secret place. Vlad was just happy that they could share such a spot. Even if he had met her in the Capitol, married her and would eventually start a family with her there, he still found a way to make it amazing for the both of them. Vlad grinned wide as Sati shushed him and went bright red. She knew he loved it when she blushed, and she hardly ever did anymore. "You don't want me to work harder?" He asked innocently, trying his best to look naive about the reason why she had started blushing. Vlad knew that what he had said was pretty bad to say in public, but he just didn't care that night. He was feeling giddy and wanted to show his love for her in public, which was very unlike him. It was perhaps the fact that they were married now that he felt like he was somewhat allowed to dote on her, but it also had to do with just how happy he was. "I love it. I promise I do. I can't give you a proper wedding but you're still being loving and I just... I love it." He grinned, unable to properly say what he meant. Sati being all loving and romantic, even if their wedding had fell short of what she deserved, made him fall in love with her all over again. She was what had made the day perfect. “Next week? You think I’ll struggle putting on my pants next week?” [...] “I started struggling with that last week,” [...] “Okay, so it’s… already sorted out?” [...]“Oh, I’ll be pulling you back into our room later by that tie, throw you to the bed and have my way with you,” [...] “Hmm, so you won’t say no to kiss me now? Even if we’re in public and you’d have to do that awkward leaning over the table thing to do it?” Vlad grinned cheekily and looked her up and down pointedly. "I'm surprised you don't have more trouble now, actually. Maybe you should just start wearing blankets full time, yeah?" He put an edge of concern into his voice as he said it, as if it were an actual legitimate suggestion. She wouldn't even be able to leave the house if she only wore blankets, and she would have gone even more crazy than if she were just confined to the bed. It wasn't like she ever wore much when they were just at home, but that probably didn't help when she didn't get to "practice" getting into pants when her body was all weirdly proportioned. He wasn't going to wait for her to ask anyway, if she looked like she needed help he would just give it to her. He knew she wasn't ever going to ask for help, because it just wasn't in her nature. She would have probably yelled at him for helping her with her pants though, but he did like annoying her. It was a win/win situation for him. Vlad leaned over the table a little to press his thumb to her chin, gently releasing her lip from between her teeth. "Yes. We're not paying full price, okay? It's all sorted out. I don't want you worrying on our wedding day about stupid stuff like money." He reassured her, brushing his thumb against her lip and smiling, shaking his head just a little at how silly she was being. Of course Vlad had sorted everything out. He wasn't stupid enough to spend more than a months rent on a meal, and Sati knew that. She was being irrational. He hated that she even had to think about money, especially on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. He laughed at her suggestion and the way she hushed her voice, as if anyone were listening to their conversation. "Mmm... I think you just made me like the tie if you're going to do that." He winked, knowing that she wouldn't have been able to do that unless he let her. Whether she even had the energy was another question, because they had both been boned when they first came out. Being in the fresh air, in such a beautiful restaurant with very good company had more than woken him up though. Vlad scowled as if terribly upset, but quickly stood up and leaned right over the table, pressing his lips to hers in an awkward-yet-loving move. The waiter had interrupted just at that moment, causing Vlad to laugh awkwardly at being caught in such a weird place. "Can we just please have the specials? I can't choose." Vlad lied. He just didn't want to have to spend half an hour trying to read the menu, and he certainly didn't want Sati doing it for him. He knew that she wouldn't mind at all, but he just wanted her night to be as normal as possible. Besides, he was almost embarrassed about being caught kissing her over the table, and his face may have even gone just a little red. He hid it by drinking his water as the waiter left them. "Hot in here." He muttered absently.

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

[vlad-stringer-blog]

“Mhmm… You just like hugging me.” […] “She’s not big, she’s perfect.” […] “You couldn’t even make me stop.” […] “We’ll have your finest water, sir.” […] “Awh, baby.” […] “You’re so cheesy, Sati. But you know I know exactly what you mean. I’m just cooler about it.” […] “And how am I supposed to say no to that face, hmm? You’ll just have a messy husband, that’s all.”

“Of course I like hugging you, just like you enjoy me hugging you,” Sati pointed out, raising her eyebrows in a knowing look. Vlad couldn’t blame it all on her, when he enjoyed waking up to her holding him just as much as she enjoyed being the one to keep his nightmares at bay. As long as he was happy, she was happy, and that was how it was all supposed to work in the end. They saved each other from their nightmares, and they couldn’t ask for more, really. “She’s big, let’s face it. I’ll end up being stuck in bed for forever once I’m closer to getting her out,” she told him, and pointed a finger at him, even as he held his hand to her stomach. There was no denying she was a little big for her age, but that would probably be because Vlad was a big guy, after all, and she was smaller and would automatically get bigger. Just as she was supposed to say something else, a waiter came over to take them to their table, and she closed her eyes and smiled at the fresh air they walked into. “The Capitol does have its good aspects,” she muttered under her breath, and opened her eyes to see Vlad gesturing to her chair, a silly look on her face that instantly made her laugh. “A gentle man, thank you,” she grinned, and walked over to take a seat, giggling like an idiot as he kissed her neck again. “What if I start screaming, will you stop then?” she asked, taking deep breaths to calm herself down as he asked to get some water. Part of her was a little glad that he wouldn’t be drinking alcohol, as she couldn’t drink with him, and it was nice of him to give that one up so that she wasn’t stuck drinking water along. The blush came back to her cheeks and she lowered her head to try and get rid of it. “Stop it, Vlad, you’re just teasing me now. When I’m being all cute and romantic and stuff,” she whispered, casting her gaze back up to him quickly. It was his fault she acted the way she did anyway, if he only stopped being amazing for two seconds, she might get a moment to catch her breath. “I can cut your hair for you if you want, Vlad. It’s not my hair, after all.”

“Yeah, but you would know how to tie up a tie. You know everything.” […] “I think wearing a tie with a tshirt would, first of all, be a fashion crime. And I also think it might give people an advantage for, you know, strangling me.” […] “What face… You cheeky shit. You know that face.”

“I know how to tie up a tie because I used to do it for my father. That’s the only reason, really. As long as I don’t have to help you put on your pants, I think we’re good.” Her shoulders pulled up in a shrug as she reached over to take the menu from him, opening it up to look at all the different meals, but once she saw the price of everything, she shut it quickly and gulped. “Vlad, we can’t afford this…” she whispered, looking at him with big eyes. She knew that he had said he had worked everything out, but she didn’t know whether that included the food too. It was so expensive, it was practically what they paid for a month’s rent, and they definitely couldn’t afford it. “Don’t say anything about being strangled, I’ll end up ripping that tie apart,” she said, shuddering at the very idea. It looked nice on him when he was all dressed up, where no one would try to hurt him. The thought of ever being without him hurt her in a way she couldn’t even begin to understand, and she would rather never find out. “I have no idea what face you’re talking about, Vlad, would you care to explain? Give me a better understanding of it all, perhaps?” she asked, putting her elbows to the table and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, trying her very best to look as cute as could be, while batting her eyelashes at him. She would never intentionally try to manipulate him, but she knew that she could easily do it if she really wanted something that he didn’t necessarily want. But then again, all he had to do to make her do something for him would be to grin and show off his adorable dimples, and she would jump off a cliff if he asked her to. “What are we going to do about this food though, is it all settled, or what? Because we seriously can’t afford this at all.” After all, they needed to save up for when Lily was born, and couldn’t take what little money they had just to have an excellent meal.

“Of course I like hugging you, just like you enjoy me hugging you,” [...] “She’s big, let’s face it. I’ll end up being stuck in bed for forever once I’m closer to getting her out,” [...]  “The Capitol does have its good aspects,” [...] “A gentle man, thank you,” [...] “What if I start screaming, will you stop then?” [...] “Stop it, Vlad, you’re just teasing me now. When I’m being all cute and romantic and stuff,” [...]  “I can cut your hair for you if you want, Vlad. It’s not my hair, after all.” Vlad opened his arms in an apologetic gesture and shrugged deeply. "You got me." He sighed, as if upset that she had caught him out. They both knew that they both loved it just as much as the other, although Vlad didn't really want to admit to his friends that he couldn't sleep without his wife holding him. It wasn't very manly. Not that he often told people about how he slept or anything, it was only Sati, and Sati didn't mind at all. As long as it worked for them there was no inherit problem. "Aw, baby. I'll look after you. Some time in bed could only do you good." He laughed a little bit about it. If Sati were properly on bedrest she would go absolutely insane, and Vlad just wasn't interesting enough to keep her entertained for a long time, especially not if she were passed the point of wanting to have sex with him anymore. He would be fine when they got to that point, he was certain he would be incredibly patient with her, but Sati wasn't the kind of person to be okay with doing nothing all day. He didn't want her going stir crazy. He didn't really think Lily was going to be too big anyway, it was just because Sati was small that she looked so massive. "The Capitol's good aspects always seem to be fake. I met you in the Capitol though, so I'll always have to be thankful for that." He smiled a little. That was always going to be the place that they met, and whether they liked it or not, it would always be the place where they got officially married. Eventually, it would be the place where their daughter was born too. It didn't matter so much, not really. Not when they could enjoy the fake trees and the fake-fresh smell they omitted. It was really lovely, and it felt warm, even on the cool night. "Oh, but you know that I love it when you scream. That only makes me want to do it more." He winked, grinning the whole time. He was feeling giddy and excited, and was feeling not at all like himself when he was normally in public. Normally, he would hide away, and have a grumpy look on his face when he was anywhere but home with Sati. It was just his natural state in public. Tonight, he wanted to dote on her, even in public. He couldn't hide himself that night. He didn't think Sati really minded. Vlad reached for her hand across the table and pressed his lips to her knuckles. "You're being gorgeous and adorable and I've never loved you more." He reassured her. She didn't need to be embarrassed about being caught looking at him, because her admitting it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He just had never been happier than he was that night. “I know how to tie up a tie because I used to do it for my father. That’s the only reason, really. As long as I don’t have to help you put on your pants, I think we’re good.” [...] “Vlad, we can’t afford this…” [...] “Don’t say anything about being strangled, I’ll end up ripping that tie apart,” [...] “I have no idea what face you’re talking about, Vlad, would you care to explain? Give me a better understanding of it all, perhaps?” [...] “What are we going to do about this food though, is it all settled, or what? Because we seriously can’t afford this at all.” Vlad frowned a little at the very mention of her father, but tried not to let it show. He didn't want to be upset on their wedding night, but he hadn't really wanted to think of her father and what he had done to the both of them either. He pushed it quickly from his mind, because he didn't want to ruin their night. He knew that when he got into a bad mood it took a while to get out of it, and he didn't want Sati to feel the need to reassure him. "You're so mean. I'll help you put on your pants next week when you can't manage it." He teased, hiding his initial sadness away with a grin. Sati was already having trouble dressing herself, he could tell by the way she hopped around all the time. And she had already told him that she wasn't going to ask for help, so he was just going to have to do it for her. Not that he minded, it must have been hard with a basketball under her shirt. He knew that he would be totally freaked out if it was his own body changing in the way Sati's was. She wasn't even going to fit his pants soon. He looked up to see the look on her face, her big eyes full of sadness and regret. He quickly squeezed her hand and shook his head from side to side. "Hush. Did you think I wouldn't sort this out too? Don't look at the prices. It goes with the room." He reassured her with a smile, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. He vowed in that moment to never see that look on Sati's face again. It broke his heart that she didn't think they would be able to afford dinner on their wedding night. Vlad wanted to provide for her and for Lily, and he wasn't going to let them go without anything. Not ever. He brushed a hand over his tie and narrowed his eyes at her. "Not my tie, don't wreck it. No one is going to strangle me anyway, not unless that's something you'd like to get into..." He grinned cheekily and gave her a wink, trying to distract her from thinking about more horrible aspects of being strangled. He had been working so hard toward a promotion for so long that he forgot how it was going to affect Sati and how she felt about the Resistance, knowing that her husband was going to be on the front line of the fighting. It was what he had to do to change the world for the better, and he couldn't very well live in the world as it was now. Not when they were about to have a daughter, and not when that daughter could very well be reaped for the Hunger Games. He would never, ever let that happen. He never wanted it to happen to another child in all of Panem, but especially not his own. He scowled at her as if her face seriously offended him. "That face, Mrs Stringer. You know what that face does to me, and I just can't ever say no to you." He grinned. She knew what face, but he knew very well that he could manipulate her with a similar face. Neither of them would ever manipulate the other for evil reasons though. They loved each other too much.

[vlad-stringer-blog]

I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

[vlad-stringer-blog]

“I can’t even dress myself…” […] “Are you hinting for me to dress like this more often? Because I’ll never be able to work the frigid thing out.” […] “I do know it, and I admit it. i’ve never been able to lie to you. You’ve got that… Face…” […] “How can I make fun of you when I do the same thing? I’m just more stealth about it.” […] “You’re too kind. I thought I looked kind of like a homeless guy who got dressed up for court, seeing as you won’t let me cut my hair.”

“You can dress yourself, it’s just the tie that’s being stupid. Did you know that more women know how to put one on than guys?” Sati asked, grinning up at him. It seemed women in general learned how to work out a tie, because their boyfriends or husbands didn’t know how. She knew how to do it because her father hadn’t been able to work it out, while her mother couldn’t be bothered trying to learn. It was easy enough once you knew how though, and it was easier putting a tie on someone else than on yourself. It got all wrong in the order of things when you tried on yourself. “You could always start wearing a tie for your trainers outfit, but I’m guessing that would look weird,” she laughed, shaking her head lightly as she looked up at him, her head slowly tilting to the side. “What face? This face?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, a soft smile on her face. Not being able to lie to each other was probably one of the less bad issues a couple could have, so she wasn’t about to be apologetic about him not being able to lie to her. She slowly looked back up at him as he laughed, and she knew that she was being silly. After all that time together, she would still get butterflies in her stomach whenever she was with him, and she was as in love with him as she had ever been. A good thing, certainly, but she hadn’t meant for him to see her when she was having her girly moment. “I don’t have stealth at all, ssh, I’m just so in love with you that it actually hurts sometimes. I’ll just look at you and it’s a good kind of pain in my chest.” It was incredibly cheesy of her to even say, but in case she didn’t tell him enough, she felt like actually saying the words, so that he knew for sure. “Your hair is so pretty though, with the curls and I love how they sort of wrap around my fingers when I touch it… But you can get it cut if you want to.” Sati pouted her lips a little and tried looking upset about it. Vlad didn’t have to keep his hair long if he didn’t want to, she just got excited when she saw how curly it was.

“Good. It’s not like it’s your job to make sure I can sleep…” […] “We’ll make it work. It’ll be okay.” […] “Oh, you’re hungry? That’s so… Weird…” […] “I’m really happy to be naked when we get back, if you like. I think the thing about married couples not having sex is actually when people have been together for a long time, but we’ve never… Slowed down.” […] “You’re gorgeous, I want to show you off.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong though. But it’s not a job, it’s something I want to do,” she corrected him, nodding slowly as she looked up at him, slowly putting her hand to his elbow as he held it out for her. Vlad was always there to save her, and it wasn’t often that she felt like she could do the same. So when she did get to save him, she wanted relish in the feeling of being needed. He had saved her so many times already, and she wanted to repay the favour. A smile spread across her face as he cupped her cheek and kissed her, and felt his thumb running over her lip. “I know. We’ll be okay,” she confirmed, inhaling a little too deep. Who knew what would happen when the rebellion finally did start? Maybe they would be spending days, weeks apart, and that wasn’t something she looked forward to at all. And what would they do about Lily when the time came? She certainly couldn’t bring her to the infirmary or wherever she was placed to help out. Maybe someone they knew could help them out, she didn’t know. But they would work something out no matter what, that much she was sure of. “You would be hungry too if you were carried your big kid, I swear. I’m eating double of what I normally eat,” she said, nudging her elbow to his ribs gently, grinning the whole time. It was only natural for her to be hungry, when their baby was taking up most of what she ate anyway. That was just how it worked. “I would like nothing more than to be naked with you after,” she smirked, biting her lip as she looked over at him. It was true though, they never did slow down, but she wouldn’t feel sorry about that either. If they ever were to slow down, she would be more than disappointed by the end, that much she knew for sure. They probably would slow down lots once she was bigger, and when Lily was born, as they would have far less time to spend with each other, but they would work something out. She walked out with him, trying her best to look inconspicuous to anyone that might pass them, but couldn’t stop her outburst of giggles as he started kissing her neck all over. “Vlad, stop,” she laughed, giggling as she elbowed him again.

“You can dress yourself, it’s just the tie that’s being stupid. Did you know that more women know how to put one on than guys?” [...] “You could always start wearing a tie for your trainers outfit, but I’m guessing that would look weird,” [...] “What face? This face?” [...] “I don’t have stealth at all, ssh, I’m just so in love with you that it actually hurts sometimes. I’ll just look at you and it’s a good kind of pain in my chest.” [...] “Your hair is so pretty though, with the curls and I love how they sort of wrap around my fingers when I touch it… But you can get it cut if you want to.” "Yeah, but you would know how to tie up a tie. You know everything." He rolled his eyes as if it upset him, but it didn't at all. Of all the things he would have ever imagined for himself in a wife, her being clever just wasn't up there. Sati was the smartest person he knew, along with being sweet, kind, generous and fucking gorgeous. All things he never thought he would be lucky enough to get in a girl, but he was lucky enough for such a girl to love him back. "I think wearing a tie with a tshirt would, first of all, be a fashion crime. And I also think it might give people an advantage for, you know, strangling me." He pulled on his tie a little with wide eyes to show her what could happen. Not thay anyone at training would be trying to kill him or anything, but accidents might just happen. Besides, he didn't much like the feeling of it being so tight around his neck, but he wanted to look fancy for their dinner. Sati looked stunning, and he didn't half way compare to her. Wearing a tie at least helped. "What face... You cheeky shit. You know that face." He narrowed his eyes at her as she did exactly 'that' face, but couldn't help it when his face split into a grin at her and he just had to kiss her. She was far too adorable for him and he simply couldn't stand it, but he had a feeling Sati already knew that. He held her tight and didn't stop himself when a hand crept up her back to rest in her hair. It was already pretty messy, so he didn't feel bad about having his hand there anymore, not like when they first got married. "Aw, baby." He grinned at Sati's words. "You're so cheesy, Sati. But you know I know exactly what you mean. I'm just cooler about it." He teased, squeezing her a little tighter, just because he felt more in love with her than ever. He always figured that they would get used to each other, or maybe even grow tired of each other, but it never happened. He just loved her more and more every single day, and he was certain that his heart would soon explode. Vlad sighed a little as he looked down at her pouty lips and once again rolled his eyes. "And how am I supposed to say no to that face, hmm? You'll just have a messy husband, that's all." He smiled and poked her pouty lip. “No, that’s where you’re wrong though. But it’s not a job, it’s something I want to do,” [...] “I know. We’ll be okay,” [...] “You would be hungry too if you were carried your big kid, I swear. I’m eating double of what I normally eat,” [...] “I would like nothing more than to be naked with you after,” [...] “Vlad, stop,” "Mhmm... You just like hugging me." He grinned, making light of the conversation. Sati knew he hated talking about his nightmares. They made him feel like less of a man, that subconscious images of the past could scare him in such a way. But he knew that Sati would never judge him, because she knew all about his past, and so she had some idea of what his dreams were about. As long as he could make light of it he could be okay with it though, because if he could joke about things that normally made them okay to him. Besides, he selfishly liked waking up in Sati's arms, knowing that she had kept him safe from his own mind all night. Vlad gave her a reassuring smile as she inhaled just a little too deep and quickly kissed her lips. Neither of them knew what was going to happen, but Vlad was determined to make it work. Providing for them was pretty much on par with being there for them in his mind. If they had money, it meant nothing if he wasn't there for physical support. Nothing would ever come between him and his family, he was certain. Sati didn't need to worry as much as she did, but he felt like trying to convince her of that on the night of their wedding was just going to end up in tears. It was just better to avoid the subject all together. "She's not big, she's perfect." Vlad gasped, quickly putting a hand to her stomach, as if covering Lily's ears from Sati's words. He ended up chuckling though, because they had both already agreed that bigger was better. After all of their problems, it felt good to know that their baby was growing perfectly. As they walked toward the restaurant area of the hotel, they were quickly spotted by the waiter, who smiled and ushered them to their table. Above them, low hanging tree canopies were covered by soft yellow lights, the freshness of the outdoor air filled their lungs. Vlad breathed it in, even if he knew it had to have been fabricated. No where smelled like outdoors in the Capitol, so even if it was fake, he absolutely relished in it. Vlad pulled Sati's seat out for her and gestured for her to sit down with a big, goofy grin on his face. As soon as she sat, he quickly peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses once more. "You couldn't ever make me stop." He laughed against her, before taking his own seat across from her. He looked at the drinks menu as the waiter came to take their order, before formally closing it and looking at the man very, very seriously. "We'll have your finest water, sir."

[starcrossed-peeta]

Toy Soldiers | Vlad & Peeta

[vlad-stringer-blog]

“Vladimir Stringer is a Capitol citizen. You must have me confused with some other Vladimir Stringer, because that certainly wasn’t this Vladimir Stringer. You’ll only get them in trouble if I tell you, and then who am I going to get to send you little notes, hmm? Ignorance is bliss, my little friend.”

It didn’t make any sense. It really didn’t make any sense what Vlad said, yet Peeta thought he understood. At least the look on Vlad’s face told him that he must be plain stupid if he didn’t understand his words. Of course Peeta had no experience with identities and especially faking them, but he guessed if Vlad wanted to, he could easily get the identity he needed to live in the Capitol. “Yeah, right”, he said, rolling his eyes once, “Because there are so many Vladimir Stringers running around this world.” Then, in an attempt to joke and show that he had understood at least parts of it, and that he wouldn’t question Vlad and his place in this city anymore, he extended his hand with an innocent expression on his face. “Excuse me, I’m so stupid, Mr. Stringer. I must have mistaken you for my Vladimir Stringer, but it’s nice to meet you.” He pursed his lips, cocking his head to the side. Although he desperately wanted to know who had the guts to sneak into his room and leave a note there only because Vlad told him to do so, he guessed it really was better if he didn’t know anything more about the person than the fact that he or she was Vlad’s personal delivery boy. Important was only that they could stay in contact. “Fine, I’ll just ignore this, for all our fates. Keep sending me notes, as long as I don’t happen to wake up at night and catch somebody in my room. That’ll give me a heart attack”, Peeta explained, shuddering a little at the thought. That really was the last thing he wanted to witness – waking up and mistaking a lamp for a person was already frightening enough.

“If you were wanting to not draw attention, what you should have done was wear really flamboyant and crazy clothes, not plain dark clothes. Drinking in the right places will keep you away from the peacekeepers, don’t worry. I think I’d rather drink on my own than with Haymitch. Just only drink with me, and I’ll tell you when you’re being a little bitch. Easy.” 

“The problem is just that people expect me to run around in, I don’t know, mint green jacket and violet pants, or whatever”, he said, reaching out with his hands as if to grab the concept of Capitol clothing. He would never understand it, although he felt less uncomfortable wearing it than Katniss. Probably because he only had to wear suits and not such difficult dresses. “You may feel like the smart-ass here tonight”, he added with a smirk, “But believe me, I know when to wear which clothes.” At the mention of peacekeepers, Peeta then immediately looked around. But there was nobody who could scare him, no peacekeepers or Avoxes or familiar faces. Of course there were kind of scary, scrubby man sitting in some of the corners, but except that, the people in the bar looked quite normal and uninterested in the two guys sitting right next to one of the walls. It was indeed a normal thing, Peeta realized now that he thought about it. That it was his first time out drinking with his best friend didn’t necessarily make it look weird to other people. As long as others didn’t stare at them, it was fine. Peeta himself was glad that it was his first time drinking alcohol, just the thought of ending like and drinking with Haymitch disturbed him greatly. He decided to just skip that part of the conversation, guessing Vlad wouldn’t mind if he didn’t want to talk about it, exploring the dark sides of alcohol. Instead he snorted a little at the suggestion – not that he’d ever consider drinking without Vlad anyway. “Sure, then all you say this night will be you’re a little bitch right now. Thanks, but just don’t say it please. That I drink with you is favour enough.”

“Hey! Hush, it’s okay. Calm down. Her name is Sati and she knows all about you and she can’t wait to meet you, okay? We’re not getting properly married, not yet. We’re just going to do all the paperwork and stuff… But after… We want to get married in a district, not here. I’m happy that you’re happy and that you want to be there.”

Peeta still felt slightly embarrassed, the warming heat in his cheeks telling him of just how much he showed it. Really, it seemed to be so childish to get so excited, even if a wedding wasn’t a daily event to attend. He guessed back in District 12, everybody would have laughed at him for this reaction – but Vlad didn’t, probably because he understood that in Peeta’s life, these days there wasn’t much he could get excited about. And there weren’t a lot of weddings he got to attend – his own would probably never take place. So the wedding of his best friend, him being the best man, was the closest and most emotional chance to get close to the reunion of two people who loved each other. He cleared his throat, immediately trying to calm his heart down when Vlad hushed him, reassured him even. A crooked grin appeared on his lips and he ran his fingers awkwardly through his hair, ruffling up the already messy strands while he stared onto the table between them. “Sati, I’ll keep that in mind. Can’t wait to meet her either. Must be one hell of a woman if she can move you to settle down”, he said, winking at his best friend. The roles had always been the other way round, when talking about it years ago, Vlad had wanted to live the free life, while Peeta already wanted to marry Katniss back then. Now Vlad was marrying, and Peeta was vegetating towards whatever the Capitol had in mind for him.

The following explanation of the wedding made him frown though, sending a cool chill down his spine. The memory of this resistance Vlad had mentioned the last time they met were like ice cubes being put into his head by a stranger’s hand – it was not only his worst nightmare and probably his death, it also meant danger for Vlad and his little, growing family. If anything went wrong, the tiniest mistake, could mean they all ended underneath the surface of the earth. And thinking about a marriage, Peeta hated that idea. He hated, hated, hated it and he wanted to grab Vlad by the collar and shake him and tell him to just leave right now and marry in some stupid District, no matter if the Capitol still existed, just go away from this resistance trying to blow shit up. Only that the idea of a 12-year-old resemblance of Vlad stepping underneath Peeta’s hands to be thrown into the Games sent an even colder shiver down his spine. What was worse, lingering danger or mentoring the kid of his best friend? Peeta pressed his lips together, trying to push all those dirty thoughts away, and putting that smile back on his face. “Any wedding will be the highlight of my day”, he tried to say as cheerful as possible, resting his chin in his hand, before he reached his other hand over to gently nudge Vlad’s shoulder. “Of course I’m happy. You’re happy, and that makes me happy.”

“Oh, sorry. The star crossed lover Peeta Mellark, victor of the 74th Hunger Games, you’re a little bitch and you do deserve it. Yeah, with Katniss? You know you said you could never even go out with another girl because of the media? This place is tiny, you know. You could totally hook up with someone here and no one would ever know. Good! Then I guess you’re okay that I ordered more?” 

“You’re an idiot, shut up”, Peeta chuckled quietly, rolling his empty glass in his hand. “Enough uses of the word bitch for tonight.” He wasn’t really upset, Vlad could say whatever he wanted to – Peeta didn’t care. It was nice to know the person talking to him would not shut up because of his position or his name, that his best friend would simply say whatever he wanted to say, even if Peeta told him to shut up. And he didn’t feel offended, so that was okay. The problem was just that the topic of girls, was even less a topic made for Peeta than alcohol. There had been this one girl all his life, and he really wasn’t good at even thinking about other women. He awkwardly cleared his throat, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, pushing his glass away from him. The temptation to look around just to have a look at the girls sitting with them in this room was huge, but Peeta could withstand, knowing he would probably blush when Vlad caught him. His virginity wasn’t something he should be talking about when drinking alcohol for the first time. “Well, media’s still in the way. She could go and tell somebody important if she recognizes me. I just don’t think me and another girl and hooking up is a good combination of words, Vlad. No matter how tiny this place is”, he tried talking himself out of the situation. Knowing Vlad though, it couldn’t be that easy to get away. Ever since his decision that Katniss would forever and always be that girl, Vlad had tried pairing him with other girls. And feeling the warmth, and slight dizziness in his head as an effect of the alcohol, he knew more drinks would lessen his resistance. He simply wouldn’t admit that until it happened. “Totally okay. Give me that alcohol”, he grinned, covering his earlier embarrassment. He was already yearning for a full glass with warming liquid in his hand, and he gratefully wrapped his fingers around the cold glass when the bartender handed them the drinks, taking a huge gulp right afterwards.

“Yeah, right” [...] “Because there are so many Vladimir Stringers running around this world.” [...] “Excuse me, I’m so stupid, Mr. Stringer. I must have mistaken you for my Vladimir Stringer, but it’s nice to meet you.” [...] “Fine, I’ll just ignore this, for all our fates. Keep sending me notes, as long as I don’t happen to wake up at night and catch somebody in my room. That’ll give me a heart attack” Vlad shrugged, playing with a toothpick he found on the table as if their conversation wasn't at all interesting. "Common name." He explained, giving Peeta a fake-apologetic look. He was being purposefully vague. The less Peeta knew about his dealings with fraud, the better. Vlad couldn't think of any way that anyone would be able to get him into trouble, not when he had a Capitol citizenship with his name on it. But he didn't want to risk it. Especially not when things started happening with the Resistance. The last thing he wanted was for someone high-profile like Peeta being mixed up in his own bullshit. Peeta had enough shit of his own to think about without Vlad adding to it. He laughed when Peeta extended his hand and took it in a firm grasp, painting the innocent look back on his face. "Oh, apology accepted. I just have one of those faces... Or names?" He frowned before laughing again. It made absolutely no sense, but he was glad Peeta was playing along. No matter what his old friend said, Vlad wasn't going to explain it to him. Peeta would have probably just got angry at him anyway. And that wasn't what their night was about. Their night was going to be only fun, no heavy topics. "Oh! But now you make me want to make them go into your room at night to scare you! Although... They'll need a video camera so I can see..." He put a finger to his lips to contemplate his idea, but he was only teasing. Vlad wasn't that cruel. If they were in a normal kind of situation, Vlad might've been the one to scare him on purpose. But he was hardly going to coerce a stranger to do it. That just wasn't half as fun. “The problem is just that people expect me to run around in, I don’t know, mint green jacket and violet pants, or whatever” [...] “You may feel like the smart-ass here tonight, But believe me, I know when to wear which clothes.” [...] “Sure, then all you say this night will be you’re a little bitch right now. Thanks, but just don’t say it please. That I drink with you is favour enough.” "Oh, sounds delicious." Vlad lisped before winking. He couldn't imagine having to wear such stupid clothes all the time. It felt like the one thing that he could just never even pretend to be into while he lived in the Capitol. He had no problem eating lavish food. Of course, it was painful to know of all the people dying of starvation at home. But he figured just because he didn't eat it didn't mean that they were getting fed. He could even do a pretty good Capitol accent when need be, but the clothes he could just never grasp. He felt sorry for Peeta because he had no choice in the matter, except for times like now. Vlad laughed and held his hands up in defeat. "Alright, sorry Mr Fashion. I just have no idea about avoiding peacekeepers, I guess. Traveling from District 12 to the Capitol without a peacekeeper so much as looking sideways at me was a breeze." He rolled his eyes sarcastically, laughing as he spoke. He felt comfortable to say that he was from District 12 in such a tiny bar. He was confident that no one in there worked for the Capitol or the peacekeepers. It was probably stupid to think that, but he was already feeling a little tipsy and a lot invincible. He stopped laughing to narrowed his eyes at Peeta and sip his drink. "What, do you plan on being a bitch all evening?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he pretended it was a serious question. Peeta was being better than he expected, and Vlad supposed it had something to do with the happy news he had given him. He was glad for it though, because it just felt like old times. All except for the drinking, that was a bonus of being adults. "If anyone is doing someone a favour, it's me. I'm exposing you to the world." He said, his eyes wide as he gestured to where they were. He wanted to mention that the world didn't revolve around Katniss, but he wasn't quite drunk enough. Peeta would learn all on his own when he realised how fun it was to not dwell of a loveless bitch. “Sati, I’ll keep that in mind. Can’t wait to meet her either. Must be one hell of a woman if she can move you to settle down” [...]  “Any wedding will be the highlight of my day” [...] “Of course I’m happy. You’re happy, and that makes me happy.” Vlad grinned and sighed dramatically, leaning back in his seat as he ran his hands through his hair. "She sure is one hell of a woman. You'd love her. You'd probably love her too much and I'd have to smack you up." He narrowed his eyes at Peeta as if he were serious, but grinned after only a moment of teasing. "She's not the kind of girl you'd expect for me either. You'll die when you meet her. She's a good girl." He raised his eyebrows to emphasise what he had said. Even Vlad knew that he was bad news, and Peeta knew that he was always the more wild of the two of them. Vlad didn't know about what he had heard from home, because Vlad hadn't been home since he left. But he was certain that there would be rumours, there always were in the smaller districts. Vlad didn't normally go for good girls, because he wasn't a good guy. But Sati had certainly changed him. He couldn't wait for Sati and Peeta to meet. He wanted them to like each other, because they were his two favourite people in the entire world. Vlad could see the forced smile when he inadvertently mentioned the Resistance. He knew that Peeta didn't approve, but Peeta just didn't understand. Vlad was fighting for good, and nothing else mattered. He gave Peeta a look and shook his head quickly. "Don't." He said pleadingly, not wanting to bring up heavier topics. Their night was for fun, not for fighting about things that weren't ever going to change. He smiled softly when Peeta nudged his shoulder and shrugged just a little, wanting to change the subject. "You're cute, did you know? Are you going to cry?" He teased. It was easier to tease Peeta than try to reason with him, after all. Besides, the way Peeta had reacted to his news, he wouldn't have been surprised if Peeta did actually cry at his wedding. It was somewhat adorable. “You’re an idiot, shut up” [...] “Enough uses of the word bitch for tonight.” [...] “Well, media’s still in the way. She could go and tell somebody important if she recognizes me. I just don’t think me and another girl and hooking up is a good combination of words, Vlad. No matter how tiny this place is” [...] “Totally okay. Give me that alcohol” "I am not! I'm very clever..." Vlad mumbled into his drink, as if convincing himself that he was, indeed, clever. He wasn't offended at all by what Peeta had said, he was only joking around. That was the best thing about being with Peeta; He knew that nothing could offend him, and Peeta knew the same went for Vlad. That's why they had been such good friends their entire life. Vlad could see it in his body language that Peeta was just happy to be treated like a normal person. They both knew that Vlad wasn't going to treat him any differently. That would have been the worst thing. "But I have such a small vocabulary... And I can't think of a better word to explain to you how feminine you become when you're frightened of new things." He grinned. Peeta could be much worse when he wanted to be. He was actually being really good about trying the alcohol and about being out in public, and Vlad was glad. All he wanted was one normal night with his best friend, and he had the feeling that Peeta needed that normalcy in his life. He raised an eyebrow as Peeta began to talk, totally rambling and maybe even already sounding a little bit drunk. He ignored Peeta completely, and looked over his friend's shoulder at the few girls at the bar. "But she's really pretty, and I'm spoken for." He grinned, nodding to the girl so that Peeta would look. He just wanted to make Peeta happy, and he could see that Katniss sucked the happiness right from him. If she had one ounce of emotion Vlad would be happy for them, but all she did was fuck him around. He understood that Peeta couldn't exactly play the field, but surely talking to another girl would be okay. "You're not that recognisable anyway, not in what you're wearing... And you haven't got make up on or shit in your hair. You don't look like their Peeta Mellark." He raised his eyebrows to emphasise what he meant. Peeta just looked like normal to Vlad, and Peeta didn't look like that when he was on TV. He was being irrationally scared of things. "Think of it as my engagement gift... Please?" Vlad gave him a pleading look before motioning to the girl once more. Maybe if Peeta just looked at her he would agree. Besides, he knew Peeta would go bright red if he looked at a girl, and that was hilarious, even if he didn't talk to her.

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

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“Do you know how to do this?” […] “It was already done up when I put it on this morning.” […] “Oh, don’t be so horrible. I’m a fantastic liar, I’m just no good at lying to you.” […] “Tell me! I won’t make fun of you.” […] “I’m only teasing you, we can stay here.” […] “You look gloriously fucked, Sati. It’s a beautiful look.” […] “Maybe we could both go down wearing blankets.” […] “I don’t know if you noticed that my trainer’s suit doesn’t quite fit.”

Sati tried smoothing down her hair, but she really couldn’t save it, not when she had put so much hair products in it, but Vlad didn’t seem to mind at all. But when he came up behind her, she caught him in the mirror, struggling with his tie, making her laugh. “Of course, come here,” she grinned, turning around to face him and got to work on his tie. It was one of those things that she had always wanted to do, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot as she tied it up around his neck, folded his collar down for him, smoothing down the tie gently. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she whispered, looking up at him as she put her arms around his waist, pulling him as close to her as she possibly could. “You’re not a good liar when it comes to me, and you know it,” she smirked. Him not being able to lie to her could only be a good thing though, they were always saying how they were honest with each other, and they always were, no matter what. She giggled uncontrollably as he kissed her cheeks, knowing that she was blushing like mad. “No, but… Fine. I was just looking at you, and I was just… thinking of how incredibly handsome you are, and I was being a total girl and I ended up grinning like a fool because I’m so in love with you. There, you can make fun of me now.” Sati hid her face against his shoulder, her cheeks absolutely burning hot red from her confession. Of course he knew she was in love with him, but even after all this time together, he still amazed her by how incredible he was, and she still had butterflies in her stomach every time she looked at him, and every time he touched her. “I am gloriously fucked, thank you very much. And you look amazing in your suit, even if it’s too big on you. And we’re going to dinner.” It wasn’t often that they got to go out like this, so when they did have the chance to, she didn’t want to pass that up just because it was more comfortable in their room.

“Stop feeling guilty right now. You know it was my idea.” […] “I know you don’t baby. We haven’t had to spend a night apart for as long as we’ve been together, so I can’t see that changing now.” […] “No blankets, then?” […] “You going to stop fucking me now we’re married, eh? We can be proper married people.”

She was a little taken aback by his hard kiss, but knew when to stop feeling guilty when he was being firm like this. “Alright, okay. Fine, no more feeling guilty.” Sati didn’t like the fact that he had gotten his nightmares back, on full force, just because he hadn’t been back home with her. But there was little she could do about it now, all she could do was make sure that she was there for him every other night of their life, to make sure that he didn’t have more nightmares. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to make sure he was comfortable and happy. “As long as work doesn’t get in our way, we’ll be spending our nights together.” When Vlad got his promotion, and she was back to work, who knew if they would be working nights, or even have to spend several more days apart. Anything was possible, really, but she was still hoping that by the end of the day, they could crawl up in bed together like they always did. Sati wasn’t working nights anymore, but that was because she was pregnant and Nero didn’t want her working too much, and get the sleep she needed. “No blankets. We can wear blankets, or just be naked, for the rest of the night, but we’re going for dinner, and here’s a surprise: I’m hungry.” She was always hungry lately, and her stomach was growling quietly. “What is this idea that married couple don’t have sex though, that doesn’t even make a little bit of sense at all. Besides, we can’t get enough.” She grinned up at him and stood up on her toes to steal a kiss. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Of course, come here,” [...] “I’ve always wanted to do that,” [...] “You’re not a good liar when it comes to me, and you know it,” [...] “No, but… Fine. I was just looking at you, and I was just… thinking of how incredibly handsome you are, and I was being a total girl and I ended up grinning like a fool because I’m so in love with you. There, you can make fun of me now.” [...] “I am gloriously fucked, thank you very much. And you look amazing in your suit, even if it’s too big on you. And we’re going to dinner.” Vlad tilted his head upward as she laughed at him and came to help him with his tie. He laughed just a little and shook his head. It was once again a sign of just how dependent on her he was. "I can't even dress myself..." He muttered to himself, putting his hands on his hips as he waited, feeling like an idiot as she tied his tie. He didn't hate it that much though, he liked that he relied on Sati for some things, and he liked that she liked taking care of him. He finally had someone in his life to take care of him, someone who liked doing it. He looked down to see her grinning like an idiot and quickly had the exact same look on his face. "Are you hinting for me to dress like this more often? Because I'll never be able to work the friggin thing out." He sighed as if terribly upset, but knowing that she liked fixing his tie made him incredibly happy. He wrapped his arms around her as best he could when she hugged him and grinned down at her. "I do know it, and I admit it. I've never been able to lie to you. You've got that... Face..." He narrowed his eyes as if she manipulated her face so that he couldn't lie on purpose. Perhaps she did, he didn't know. He imagined that she had no idea what she did to him though, even when they weren't even together. Vlad had never managed to lie to her, which was odd when he could happily lie to anyone else in the world without a second thought. Sati was just different. His grin just got wider and wider as she told him exactly why she was looking at him the way she was, and her face just got redder and redder. He laughed hard as she buried her face in his shoulder and held her tight as he did so. "How can I make fun of you when I do the same thing? I'm just more stealth about it." He laughed, pressing kisses all over her as she pressed against him. She was gorgeous to think such things about him, and the love struck look on her face just made everything more real. He couldn't tease her for that, not when he had never felt more loved in his entire life. Knowing that Sati couldn't even hide it from him if she tried just made it seem that much more intense. "You're too kind. I thought I looked kind of like a homeless guy who got dressed up for court, seeing as you won't let me cut my hair." He gave her a knowing look as he brushed a hand through his far-too-long curls. His hair used to be longer, but it didn't used to be so damn curly. As long as it made Sati happy he didn't mind, he just didn't want to look messy for their wedding. “Alright, let’s go.” [...] “Alright, okay. Fine, no more feeling guilty.” [...] “As long as work doesn’t get in our way, we’ll be spending our nights together.” [...] “No blankets. We can wear blankets, or just be naked, for the rest of the night, but we’re going for dinner, and here’s a surprise: I’m hungry.” [...] “What is this idea that married couple don’t have sex though, that doesn’t even make a little bit of sense at all. Besides, we can’t get enough.” Vlad held out his elbow for her to take in a very formal manner, but his face betrayed the formality, because he was grinning like a foolish little kid who was playing dress ups. That's how he felt, like none of it was real. Like he wasn't old enough or mature enough to be a married man with a baby on the way. It was all so surreal, and it didn't fit the kind of life he had expected for himself. But he absolutely adored it, and he was so happy that he could pretend to be adults with Sati. "Good. It's not like it's your job to make sure I can sleep..." He said with an apologetic smile. Sati knew he didn't much like to talk about his nightmares. He didn't felt like it helped, and he felt much more content to just have her holding him and making him forget that way. Sati had some idea what they were about anyway, and he didn't need to think about it when he was conscious. He leaned down slightly and kissed her softly, cupping her cheek and rubbing his thumb across her lip just gently as he smiled at her. "We'll make it work. It'll be okay." He reassured her. Really, neither of them had any idea of what his newest job would entail. He didn't know if he would actually have to go away from her, or how long it would take, or when he would be doing it. It was scary to think about, not only because of Sati, but because of their little baby. Vlad wanted to be there for both of them, but providing for both of them was almost just as important to him. "Oh, you're hungry? That's so... Weird..." He furrowed his brow as he looked at her and teased her with his words. Of course she was hungry, she was always hungry. But that was okay, she was certainly allowed to be hungry when she was eating for two people. "I'm really happy to be naked when we get back, if you like. I think the thing about married couples not having sex is actually when people have been together for a long time, but we've never... Slowed down." He grinned at his choice of words as they walked out of the room together, his vocabulary suddenly becoming diplomatic. He didn't really want anyone to know what they were talking about, even if what they had been doing was obvious. "You're gorgeous, I want to show you off." He grinned suddenly, kissing her all over her neck in a possessive kind of way as soon as they were in the foyer of the hotel. He was allowed to be affectionate, they were married now. He wasn't shy.

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

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“No.” […] “What?” […] “God, you’re so lazy. I was joking. But if you’re too lazy to even get dressed, I’ll ask.” […] “And you look really beautiful in your dress, you know. In a fancy place like this we wouldn’t look weird. But if you want to just hang out here and wear a blanket, that’s fine by me.”

Sati rolled her eyes a little at his obvious lie, but couldn’t stay mad at him when he pressed a kid to her forehead. It was, without fail, that he asked if she was okay after they had had sex, and it was more often while she was pregnant. Of course she understood why he worried now though, as they had had trouble in the past. What with them losing their first baby, and her having bled earlier in her pregnancy. But he was so gentle every other time that one time where he was rough couldn’t possibly hurt. In any case, she was feeling just fine, more than fine. She was feeling great, although she was a little tired. “You’re such a horrible liar,” she sighed, shaking her head just a little as she looked up at him, once more taken aback by the beauty of his smile, his dimples showing. “What? No, I’m not telling you, you’ll only make fun of me.” Sati shook her head quickly, feeling her cheeks heating up in a blush. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to see the difference from her blushing and the redness that was already there from their intense experience. Her mouth dropped open as he teased her, clearly over exaggerating his reaction, but she wouldn’t have it at all. “No, no, if you’re going to be like that, I’ll get dressed,” she said, putting on a deep frown on her face as she pushed herself up in a sitting position, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and laughed aloud. “Yeah, I guess when you put hair products in your hair, it’ll end up looking like this. And I had such lovely curls.” Sati laughed and shook her head as she manoeuvred herself up and out of bed, managing to pick up her underwear and pulled it on clumsily. “No, I’ll put on my dress, don’t worry about it,” she said, trying her best to put on her bra, and once it was on, she found her dress and pulled it up slowly. Everything seemed that much harder with her pregnant belly, but she was making it work. But she wouldn’t even attempt to do her zipper again. “Will you zip me up, please?” she asked, turning her back to him.

“It’s fine, baby.” […] “That sounds like a plan. I can’t think of any reason why we would ever have to spend another night apart.” […] “But what if I want to tell everyone? Anyone knows that anyone who gets married has to get laid that night anyway.”

She walked over to rest her knees against the bed, standing between his legs and rested her hands on his knees. “I didn’t think just one night would have you right back there though… I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’ll be sure to hold you extra tight tonight. No nightmares at all.” Knowing that she had had a good nights sleep, while he was struggling with his demons made her feel so very sad. Not that she had slept as well as she usually did, but at least she had gotten some sleep. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, he was supposed to be with her, and she was supposed to hold him when he startled awake from a bad dream. “You know, the whole never spending a night apart thing sounds like a great idea. You know I don’t sleep well without you there.” Sati always ended up waking up, searching for him in a sleepy daze, and was always just as disappointed each time she found he wasn’t there. Waking up to his face every morning was always sure to make her day a good one. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, and leaned down to find his shirt, and threw it to him. “Get dressed, handsome, we’re going for dinner.” Of course, she was still feeling a little tired, but she figured if they just did something, she would wake right back up. “And don’t go telling everyone we had sex, I’ll end up blushing like mad, and then no more sex for you,” she warned him, pointing a finger at him before turning around to the mirror, attempting to tame her hair. It was still curled, but looked a little messy. Anyone who saw her would know what they had done, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“You’re such a horrible liar,” [...] “What? No, I’m not telling you, you’ll only make fun of me.” [...] “No, no, if you’re going to be like that, I’ll get dressed,” [...] “Yeah, I guess when you put hair products in your hair, it’ll end up looking like this. And I had such lovely curls.” [...] “No, I’ll put on my dress, don’t worry about it,” [...] “Will you zip me up, please?” "Oh, don't be so horrible. I'm a fantastic liar, I'm just no good at lying to you." He winked. Vlad was pretty manipulative when he wanted to be, but he just couldn't do it with Sati. He couldn't lie to her, not even from the start. It could only be a good thing though, not that he ever needed to lie to her. There were no secrets between them. He raised an eyebrow high on his face when she quickly shook her head, her face turning a different kind of red. He laughed when he realised that she was blushing and moved a little so that he could kiss all over her cheeks. "Tell me! I won't make fun of you." He grinned cheekily, knowing that he could make absolutely no promises about that. Teasing Sati was just too much fun to give up, but he was insanely curious about what the look on her face was about, and why she was now blushing when he hardly ever got to see her blush anymore. It must have been something seriously embarrassing for her, and that was just exciting to him for some reason. Vlad sat up quickly after her and pouted a little. "I'm only teasing you, we can stay here." He said quickly, but she was already up and getting dressed. He was completely ruined too, but it almost felt like a waste to not go out to dinner on their special day. They always spent their time alone, after all. They enjoyed each others company. Going out was fun too though. Although as soon as he sat up, he quickly felt the ache of exhaustion in his bones, and opted to continue to lay back on the massive bed. "You look gloriously fucked, Sati. It's a beautiful look." He grinned up at her lazily. He thought that she looked absolutely stunning, even if her hair was a little more wild. She did certainly look like they had just been fucking though, but he liked it when she looked like that. "Maybe we could both go down wearing blankets." He mused idly to himself, before sitting up to zip up her dress. "I don't know if you noticed that my trainer's suit doesn't quite fit." He laughed. Vlad was happier with the idea of them both wearing proper clothes though. He wouldn't have liked anyone seeing Sati, but he didn't like anyone seeing him either and she knew it. Sati was one of the only people who had even seen him fully naked. He could wear his il-fitting suit. “I didn’t think just one night would have you right back there though… I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’ll be sure to hold you extra tight tonight. No nightmares at all.” [...] “You know, the whole never spending a night apart thing sounds like a great idea. You know I don’t sleep well without you there.” [...] “Get dressed, handsome, we’re going for dinner.” [...] “And don’t go telling everyone we had sex, I’ll end up blushing like mad, and then no more sex for you,” Vlad sat up when she came over to him and cupped her cheeks, bringing her face to his as he kissed her hard. "Stop feeling guilty right now. You know it was my idea." He said firmly, not even pretending. Vlad didn't want her to feel bad about something he had been in charge of, because it was just completely stupid. He also felt a little stupid that he literally couldn't spend one night away from her without slipping right back into the plague of nightmares ravaging his mind. It was almost embarrassing how much he relied on her, and it was obvious to him that he needed her more than she needed him. But he couldn't be embarrassed, because it was only Sati, and he knew she wasn't judging him. She didn't mind. He smiled a little when Sati reminded him that she didn't sleep well without him either, and he selfishly felt a little better about himself. "I know you don't baby. We haven't had to spend a night apart for as long as we've been together, so I can't see that changing now." He nodded in agreement. They had been together for a significant time now, he couldn't see their situation changing any time soon. Although the more he thought about it, the more nervous he got. Because he knew that a promotion was coming up in his life, and he didn't know what kind of hours that would involve. He just hoped that even if he had to spend more time away from home, he would always be able to crawl into bed with Sati at the end of the night and not have to worry about anything else. As long as he had that, nothing else would matter. Vlad caught his shirt as Sati chucked it at him and sighed a little, pulling it on and buttoning it. "No blankets, then?" He asked, clearly joking about the idea as he pulled on his boxers and pants. Vlad scoffed and gave her a knowing look. "You going to stop fucking me now we're married, eh? We can be proper married people." He grinned, finding his tie and scowling when he found it undone. He stood behind her in the mirror as she tried to fix her hair and fiddled endlessly with the piece of material. "Do you know how to do this?" He asked, letting his arms fall to his sides in defeat. "It was already done up when I put it on this morning."

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I'm Into You || Vladimir and Sati

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“My lazy wife. I’ll bet if we asked nicely, we could get them to bring food to us.”

Sati was watching his face the entire time while he was looking at nothing in particular, simply watching his features. How his nose curved, how his cheekbones dipped into the sockets of his eyes, how his lips moved as he breathed. And she found herself, once again, amazed by how very beautiful he really was. Everything about Vlad was beautiful to her, but it was in silent moments like these she really got to take a proper look at him. And liked the lovestruck girl that she was, she found herself with a foolish grin on her face, one she couldn’t wipe off her face when he looked down at her. He looked worried at first, until that silly grin appeared on his face too. “What? Were you going to ask, again, if I’m okay?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked up at him. Vlad always asked if she was okay, and he had been more rough than he had been in a long time. She felt exhausted and tired, yes, but absolutely and completely satisfied. How could she not with the treatment he had given her. “Hmm, it is an option, actually. I mean, if we have to go get dinner, we’d have to get dressed again. And I only have my dress, and you have you suit.” Maybe they should have stopped by their apartment to get some things, but at the time, she had been so excited about where they were going, she hadn’t wanted to go home.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I think I probably got about 15 minutes sleep. And I hate waking up without you there.” […] “Do you think that our marriage is legal now? Do we tell someone official that we consummated?”

She snuggled into him as she felt his fingers running through her hair, and rested her hand comfortably on his chest, lazily tracing circles to his skin as she looked up at him. “You didn’t sleep?” she asked, worry lacing through her words. She knew he struggled sleeping without her, but she would have figured just one night would be alright. And if he hadn’t slept, that meant he had had his nightmares again, and she hadn’t been there to wake him up to reassure him that she was right there. Of course, she knew she shouldn’t have been feeling guilty at all, since it had been his idea in the first place, but she did feel guilty. It was her job to make sure he felt safe, more so now than ever now that he was his wife. “No more nights spent apart. Ever. I don’t want you having to wake up alone, and not be able to shake off the nightmares,” she said firmly, giving him a quick nod of her head. If there was one thing Sati hated, it was that he was having nightmares, although she had found a way to bring him out from them and make him feel safe. Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers brushing down along her arm until he entwined their fingers, a grin immediately appearing on her face as she felt his ring against her fingers. “I think it’s very much legal, actually. But I think if we were to go and tell someone, we’d get in trouble. It might be better just to keep it to ourselves.” She smiled up at him, tilting her head back to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“What? Were you going to ask, again, if I’m okay?” [...] “Hmm, it is an option, actually. I mean, if we have to go get dinner, we’d have to get dressed again. And I only have my dress, and you have you suit.” Vlad grinned wide, simply beaming as she raised her eyebrows at him in question. She knew him better than anyone in the world, and she knew what he was thinking even when he hadn't even begun to voice it. "No." He lied, grinning cheekily as he pressed his lips to her forehead, as if trying to ignore the question all together. Logically, he knew that she was fine. He just worried about her, just as he always had. He worried even more now, because she was pregnant now and they had already been scared so many times. The last thing that they needed was for something else to go wrong, and the very last thing Vlad needed was a reason to be able to blame himself for something going wrong. But Sati already knew all that, and she already knew that it would kill him if he did manage to hurt her. With that knowledge, he trusted her to tell him if he ever hurt her. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at her as she looked at him with a goofy smile, not knowing whether she was making fun of him for wanting to know that she was okay. Not that he minded, Sati was allowed to make fun of him if she wanted to. "What?" He asked, trying to sound petulant when he really didn't mind at all. He knew that he was being stupid by always asking her if she was okay, but he really couldn't help it. Sati knew he worried. "God, you're so lazy. I was joking. But if you're too lazy to even get dressed, I'll ask." He rolled his eyes as if terribly put out by the idea, when the idea of just staying with her in the room was actually fantastic. "And you look really beautiful in your dress, you know. In a fancy place like this we wouldn't look weird. But if you want to just hang out here and wear a blanket, that's fine by me." He grinned and nodded. They really should have brought more things to the hotel, but they just didn't have very long to plan their stay. “You didn’t sleep?” [...] “No more nights spent apart. Ever. I don’t want you having to wake up alone, and not be able to shake off the nightmares,” [...] “I think it’s very much legal, actually. But I think if we were to go and tell someone, we’d get in trouble. It might be better just to keep it to ourselves.” Vlad shrugged a little and shook his head before resting his chin against her, idly playing with her rings in a sad attempt to distract her. He hadn't meant to mention it, because he knew it would only make her worry about him. It shouldn't have been that way, and Vlad didn't like how dependent he was upon her. He was supposed to be the one who kept away all of her fears and doubts, but she was really the one who did that for him. She was the one who woke him just enough in the middle of the night to be able to reassure him that his nightmares were factitious, and she was the one who wrapped her arms around him and held him tight until the morning. "It's fine, baby." He reassured her softly, hearing the worry in her voice. It was his own decision to have them sleep apart for the night, but he hadn't really thought that he would be plagued by such nightmares for just one night. Apparently, he really couldn't live without her. He smiled just a little and nodded against her, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing all over her fingers. "That sounds like a plan. I can't think of any reason why we would ever have to spend another night apart." He agreed, smiling against her skin. Sati was his forever now, he didn't need to spend any time away from her. He hadn't since before they had got together, and even before they lived together Vlad always wanted to be around her. She just had a certain draw to her, and he couldn't escape the pull. Now she was his wife, he didn't even have to. Vlad wouldn't ever have to wake up cold and alone with the fear of his debilitating nightmares plaguing his thoughts. Sati would always be there now. Vlad pouted against her hand and gently bit her finger, feeling a little more energetic now that he had lay down. "But what if I want to tell everyone? Anyone knows that anyone who gets married has to get laid that night anyway." He pointed out with a cheeky smirk. Vlad was really pretty private about what they did together, he wasn't going to go around and tell anyone. But he was extremely excitable and feeling playful because of it. He was just happy to have her.

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“My amazing husband. I don’t know how we’re supposed to be able to go down for dinner now.” He could have fallen asleep right then and there. He didn't know how he could happily go through an entire 10 hours of training and not stopping for a single second all day, but sex with Sati always wore him out to a point where he could hardly move. He really hardly even remembered how to speak she wore him out so badly, and it wasn't even as bad as what it had been before she got pregnant. Although, he had been rather rough, and the feelings of pride for having got over his fear of hurting her mixed with the inherent and delayed fear that actually, maybe he had done some damage. He looked down at her with slightly narrowed eyes, as if discerning her body for any visible sign of pain or discomfort, but when he looked down at her he could only end up grinning stupidly. "My lazy wife. I'll bet if we asked nicely, we could get them to bring food to us." He suggested with a shrug, attempting to sit up to sort some food out for them but ending up laying right back with her, unable to even move more than an inch. If he were feeling to worn out, he dreaded to think of how she felt. He wasn't actually going to force her to go down to dinner. “We should spend more nights apart. If that’s what happens because of it.” Vlad laughed a little and brushed his fingers through her hair. "Abso-fucking-lutely not. I think I probably got about 15 minutes sleep. And I hate waking up without you there." He frowned at the general thought of it. Vlad's nightmares had become less frequent since being with Sati, but only because she normally managed to rouse him just enough to make him feel safe in her arms. Without her, there was no one to wake him from the nightmares, and they tended to come back with the same intensity as before. The night away from her just felt too much like his old life and he hated it. More than that, it scared him. Being back with her in his arms made him feel so very much better about himself. He was Sati's husband now, and his past felt like a million years ago when he held her. He traced her skin from her neck and down her shoulder, skirting along until his fingers intertwined with hers. He could feel the hard metal of his wedding ring against hers and smiled, lifting her arm slightly to look at her hand in his. "Do you think that our marriage is legal now? Do we tell someone official that we consummated?" He asked her, raising his eyebrows in an attempt to look serious, but a wide grin quickly split his face. The Capitol was already a strange place, but he was pretty sure that they didn't need to tell anyone that they had had sex. It was probably just a made up thing, like their wedding rings. Still, he didn't mind playing up to the tradition.

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“Not so much illegal for you to meet up with me. More illegal for me to coerce people to be sending you notes. For all anyone knows, I’m a Capitol citizen. It’s not illegal to see me.”  A Capitol citizen? Peeta slowly raised his eyebrows when he repeated Vlad’s words in his head, and he raised them a little higher when they started to make sense in his head. Well, not that it really made sense to him, but he thought he understood what Vlad wanted to tell him. He felt awfully slow next to his best friend, and awfully stupid to that. Vlad’s logic had made more sense than his own, but now he was destroying his own logic. A Capitol citizen? For all Peeta knew, he had met Vlad in District 12, grew up with him in District 12, and left him in District 12. How in the world could he be a Capitol citizen now? “You’re not a Capitol citizen”, he pointed out, slightly confused when he folded his arms in front of his chest. “We spent sixteen years in District 12 together. So it is illegal to see me.” Peeta only now remembered the little paper on his floor. It wasn’t easy to get it there, regulators were protecting the whole training centre, and nobody, not even the Avoxes, were allowed to enter Peeta’s room. Not until he truly asked for somebody to bring him something or clean his room. It had happened too often that an Avox caught him sleeping in one bed with Katniss. It had annoyed him with time, so he had insisted on having his room all to himself. “Who did you manipulate to bring me the note anyway?”

“Poor baby Peeta. I knew I’d find you, even if you came out dressed as a ninja.” 

Peeta playfully pushed Vlad’s hand away when he touched his black hoodie, shaking his head with a small smirk. Now it did feel hilarious to be dressed in black, but Peeta knew it was better this way. Capitol citizens would expect the famous Peeta Mellark to be dressed in expensive fabric and bright colors, not in a black hoodie. This was the easier way, and the safer way as well. “Being dressed as a ninja seems to be the only way to get past the bad eyes of those peacekeepers”, he said with a shrug of his shoulders. Just thinking of those eyes watching his every step in the training centre annoyed him. “I know that, I’m still not hearing a complaint. You know that when you go home you’re welcome to drink. Haymitch certainly doesn’t hold back.”  A small grin formed on Peeta’s lips, a tiny jolt of happiness rushing through his body. He had missed this. He couldn’t even exactly say what he had missed, just being with Vlad in general probably. But he had, and just hearing that voice of his best friend go slightly firmer, as if to punish him for starting one of their games before Vlad was ready like he had done it when they were younger, reminded him just how much he had missed this. Because Peeta did miss a whole lot. It was like he had been cut out of his life at the most important point, and put back in without knowing anything at all. He was a little child learning how to walk whilst everybody around him was already running with firm steps. Peeta hadn’t even thought about drinking, about going out, about being with girls like he wanted to be with Katniss, about being with them even in a sexual way. And it felt like now that Vlad was back, right here by his side, he had managed to stand up without falling down onto the floor the next second. He had found the road again and knew where to go, and where to stop. It was a nice feeling. It was relaxing. “Yes, sir”, he just said, the grin on his lips growing wider. At least he would try without a complaint – how good he was at this thing would show then. It couldn’t be that bad if so many people were addicted to it, right? Just like Haymitch was. But his mentor was probably as well the reason why he would never fall for alcohol too much. Thinking about how far away from this world his mentor was at times, how he drowned in alcohol and depressions, sometimes reminded more of a pig than of a human being – that was the reason to not even start drinking. One or two though couldn’t be too bad, he supposed. Peeta frowned a bit, and threw Vlad a look underneath raised eyebrows. “I’m not fucked up enough yet to drink all on my own. And Haymitch is awful drinking company.” Not wanting to drift off into heavier topics, he managed a smirk, playfully rolling his eyes. “Maybe when I’m older.”  “I want you to be my best man.” Still caught up in the happiness rushing through his veins, hightened due to Vlad’s love sounding back from the dark walls around them and ringing in his ears, still caught up in the hug, Peeta needed a moment to realise what Vlad had just said. So much time had passed before they had met in the Capitol, and Peeta still felt like he had been an awful friend for not really looking for him anywhere. Even if Vlad said it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have found him anyway, Peeta felt bad. Knowing he hadn’t even tried made him feel like he was an entirely new person since he had been crowned a victor. The old Peeta would have knocked at Vlad’s door the first thing after setting a foot into District 12 again. Yet Vlad still wanted him as his best man. His best man. Peeta was sure he would have asked him as well if he was in the position, but the thing was, he didn’t have many friends except Vlad. There weren’t many other possibilities. He didn’t know how it was with Vlad, especially since he hadn’t even known about his girlfriend, now fiancé, only seconds ago. Peeta pulled back in shock, his hands on Vlad’s shoulders as he just stared at the other man for a few seconds, his mouth open in shock. “What?”, he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. “You… but I mean- what?” He inhaled a deep breath, before he pulled Vlad right back into a tight hug. It was insane how happy his best friend could make him within only a few minutes, compared to how sad and depressed he had been the past two years. “I mean, yes. Of course I want to be your best man”, he agreed quickly, nodding enthusiastically. “But I- I don’t even know how you do that. And is she okay with that? Your fiancé? What’s her name, anyway? I don’t think everybody wants a victor of the stupid Hunger Games as the best man of their husband, even though I am not one of those-“, Peeta interrupted himself, realizing he had been talking too fast and too much, his cheeks heating up, and he hoped Vlad wouldn’t be able to see it in the dim light around them. “I’m sorry. I just… didn’t have anything to be excited about in quite some time”, he added with a crooked grin, looking down on the floor after he had broken the hug again.  “It sounds like news that requires you getting over all your virginity, but we’ll start with alcohol.”

“Have I told you that you’re teasing me too much? I don’t deserve it”, Peeta replied, not being serious about his words though. He didn’t mind some teasing, because it actually meant somebody was treating him normally again. Nobody treated him like Vlad did, everybody was only seeing the victor of the 74th Hunger Games in him, the star-crossed lover. And Katniss was far too touchy to be able to handle a lot of teasing. “And I will still have a lot of time to get over all of my virginity. Probably not as many chances, but whatever”, he added with a sigh, starting to follow Vlad down the road. He still had no idea where they were, and he knew he would never know this tonight, so he just trusted Vlad and his knowledge of the Capitol bars. And yes, the little pub he stepped into after his friend seemed to be perfect for their causes, small and dark, without too many people who could recognize Peeta and tell everywhere he had gotten drunk with an unknown individual. He really didn’t want to pull Vlad into all of this, he should be able to stay on his own with his fiancé, far away from the press and Peeta Mellark - as in the victor and mentor Peeta Mellark. Sitting down with Vlad, he felt quite uncomfortable. Of course he had never been to a bar before, so he didn’t feel at home in one, but that made it even worse. He wanted to feel comfortable, just to feel less strange. To feel like he was a normal person, a blurred face in a mass. “To virginity.” Peeta raised his glass after staring at it for a few seconds, obviously a little too slow for his friend, somehow managing to lift it when Vlad was already drinking from the liquid. “To virginity”, he repeated, rolling his eyes when he said the words, before he focused all his attention on his drink. He was actually a little wary towards that thing that was staring up at him from his glass, and he pursed his lips, inhaling a deep breath, and then just took a sip. It wasn’t a tiny one; Peeta thought there couldn’t be that much of a huge difference anyway. The taste was one he couldn’t define, but didn’t hate either. Fact was that he was indeed disturbed by the burn in his throat. He had to cough, tears forming in his eyes when he covered his mouth with his hand, and just when he was about to complain - a wonderful warmth rushed through his body. Of course Peeta didn’t have to freeze anymore since he was a victor. Not back home, and definitely not here in the Capitol. But the normal warmth, the warmth connected with the temperature around you, was a different warmth than the one he had always felt before the Games, and before Katniss had made it her special job to break his heart again and again. It was this happy kind of warmth, just better. “Oh my God, this is awesome”, he muttered, just loud enough for himself to hear, and emptied half of his drink at once. Then he looked up at Vlad, letting out a quiet chuckle. “No complaints from me. This tastes amazing.”

“You’re not a Capitol citizen” [...] “We spent sixteen years in District 12 together. So it is illegal to see me.” [...] “Who did you manipulate to bring me the note anyway?” Vlad could see the cogs turning in Peeta's mind, and he could see that his friend was still completely and utterly confused. It made him laugh just to see Peeta not being able to quite keep up with him. Vlad had never been the smartest kid in school, far from it. But he found other ways to be smart, and manipulating people and paperwork seemed to be one of his newest talents. "Vladimir Stringer is a Capitol citizen." He said it very slowly, as if explaining his stance to a moron. He didn't really think that Peeta was stupid, but Vlad was being purposefully vague. Not only because the less Peeta knew, the less trouble he could get into, but because it was fun when Peeta was confused. He put a finger to his own lips and hushed Peeta, shaking his head. "You must have me confused with some other Vladimir Stringer, because that certainly wasn't this Vladimir Stringer." Peeta knew that he wasn't confused, because Vlad was the exact same person that he had known back in District 12, but there had been a Vladimir Stringer who was a Capitol citizen. Vlad had just taken his uncle's citizenship. He certainly wasn't using it. Vlad grinned and shrugged at Peeta's question. "You'll only get them in trouble if I tell you, and then who am I going to get to send you little notes, hmm?" He asked, trying to look totally innocent when they both knew that he wasn't. But really, it was the only way that Vlad could get messages to Peeta, and he wasn't about to jeopardize that. "Ignorance is bliss, my little friend." “Being dressed as a ninja seems to be the only way to get past the bad eyes of those peacekeepers” [...] “Yes, sir” [...] “I’m not fucked up enough yet to drink all on my own. And Haymitch is awful drinking company.” [...] “Maybe when I’m older.” Vlad scoffed a little and looked around at their surroundings pointedly. "If you were wanting to not draw attention, what you should have done was wear really flamboyant and crazy clothes, not plain dark clothes." He pointed out. No one in the Capitol wore clothes that weren't fancy, except for people from districts like them. Vlad wasn't dressed like a Christmas tree, but he didn't care if he were noticed or not. He realised once again how hard it was to be Peeta since all the Hunger Games shit had happened to him, and it made him angry and sad. He couldn't just take his friend out for a drink without Peeta panicking that he would be noticed and hassled about having some fun. "Drinking in the right places will keep you away from the peacekeepers, don't worry." He tried reassuring his friend. The bar that Vlad had chosen was specifically chosen so that it was discreet for the both of them. Vlad had a poisonous hatred of peacekeepers, so drinking around them was really not an option. It was better for both of them to be somewhere at least semi private. He laughed as Peeta called him 'sir' and saluted him, trying to pretend to keep up the firmness in his tone. Even though they weren't anymore, it felt just like when they were kids. And Vlad had missed it terribly, but he didn't realise just how terribly until he was back with Peeta. "I think I'd rather drink on my own than with Haymitch." Vlad agreed, nodding his head a little. Although he could see why Haymitch was a big drinker. Vlad had been that way for a long time and it wasn't fun. The conversation was turning heavy though, and Vlad could see that Peeta didn't want that when he managed to change his face into a small smirk. Vlad followed suit and grinned at him. "Just only drink with me, and I'll tell you when you're being a little bitch. Easy." He shrugged, having solved all their problems. Vlad didn't want their conversations to get too deep either. They would only make each other sad. “What?” [...] “You… but I mean- what?” [...] “I mean, yes. Of course I want to be your best man” [...] “But I- I don’t even know how you do that. And is she okay with that? Your fiancé? What’s her name, anyway? I don’t think everybody wants a victor of the stupid Hunger Games as the best man of their husband, even though I am not one of those-“ [...] “I’m sorry. I just… didn’t have anything to be excited about in quite some time”, Vlad laughed hard as Peeta pulled him back into a tight hug, clearly surprised by his question. Vlad really didn't know why Peeta was surprised. Even though they hadn't seen each other in such a long time, Peeta would always and forever be his best friend. It only made sense that Peeta be his best man. So when Peeta accepted, Vlad beamed more than ever. He was so very happy that Peeta had accepted and it just made everything seem so much more right. He pushed Peeta back from him when he started rambling and raised an eyebrow high on his face before shaking his head and holding up his hands to hush his friend. "Hey! Hush, it's okay. Calm down. Her name is Sati and she knows all about you and she can't wait to meet you, okay?" Vlad didn't know why Peeta would be all self conscious about being a victor, although he had to admit that it would make the wedding a little hard. It was just cute how excited Peeta had got in such a short amount of time and it made him so happy. "We're not getting properly married, not yet. We're just going to do all the paperwork and stuff... But after... We want to get married in a district, not here." He gave Peeta a small smile as he tried to explain. Peeta knew about the Resistance and how they planned on changing Panem, and he knew that that was what Vlad meant by 'after'. But Vlad didn't want to go into all of that with him, not now. Peeta would only get upset with him for getting into trouble, and he didn't want that. Their night was about having fun, not about arguing. Vlad gave Peeta a pat on the back as he looked down at the ground, looking almost embarrassed about having got so excited. "I'm happy that you're happy and that you want to be there." He grinned, hoping to take away Peeta's embarrassment. He really was perfect for the job. He was just glad that Peeta had agreed. “Have I told you that you’re teasing me too much? I don’t deserve it” [...]  “And I will still have a lot of time to get over all of my virginity. Probably not as many chances, but whatever”, [...] “To virginity” [...] “Oh my God, this is awesome” [...] “No complaints from me. This tastes amazing.” Vlad grinned, knowing that Peeta was totally kidding. He knew that Peeta loved being teased, and Vlad had the feeling that he was the only person in the world to treat him like a normal human being anymore. "Oh, sorry. The star crossed lover Peeta Mellark, victor of the 74th Hunger Games, you're a little bitch and you do deserve it." He grinned. Peeta was actually not being as much of a bitch as Vlad had expected him to be, just because he knew that Peeta hadn't been out drinking before and that he would be apprehensive about doing so in public. But it was just what they did. Teasing was what their friendship was based upon, and Vlad wasn't about to give that up. "Yeah, with Katniss?" Vlad snorted and rolled his eyes, clearly not convinced. With Katniss, Peeta would have no chance to ever get over his virginity, he was pretty damn certain. Katniss was too focused on herself to give a damn about Peeta. He looked around the bar slyly and grinned a little. "You know you said you could never even go out with another girl because of the media? This place is tiny, you know. You could totally hook up with someone here and no one would ever know." He shrugged and gave Peeta a cheeky look, a glint in his eye. Peeta's situation was just so fucked up, Vlad just wanted to help him out however he could. And in his experience, girls had always certainly numbed the pain. He hadn't swallowed his drink when Peeta did, because he was too interested in the look on his friend's face. He grinned silently when Peeta coughed and expected him to bitch about it, but soon saw the effect of the alcohol take hold. And it would be easy, considering Peeta hadn't even had a drink before. "Good! Then I guess you're okay that I ordered more?" He laughed, downing his drink in a single mouthful and signalling to the bartender to bring them more. They hadn't got to their late teens together, so they hadn't ever got to enjoy being crazy drunks. Tonight would make up for it.

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