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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years ago

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This started out as a request for a bookcomb of Finnick acting like Peeta and Katniss’ big brother and instead became a two part post of Finnick and Katniss being chaotic best friends 😂😂🤣🤣🤣. This is just their Catching Fire moments. I’ll post the Mockingjay version soon.

Finnick has reached Peeta now and is towing him back, one arm across his chest while the other propels them through the water with easy strokes. Peeta rides along without resisting. I don’t know what Finnick said or did that convinced him to put his life in his hands — showed him the bangle, maybe. Or just the sight of me waiting might have been enough. When they reach the sand, I help haul Peeta up onto dry land.

He’s got Peeta’s nose blocked off but his mouth tilted open, and he’s blowing air into his lungs. I can see this, I can actually see Peeta’s chest rising and falling. Then Finnick unzips the top of Peeta’s jumpsuit and begins to pump the spot over his heart with the heels of his hands. Now that I’ve gotten through my shock, I understand what he’s trying to do.

[…] Whatever he’s doing, he’s done it before. There’s a very set rhythm and method. And I find the arrow tip sinking to the ground as I lean in to watch, desperately, for some sign of success. Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back.

Finnick, who bounded off initially, stops when he realizes we’re having problems. But this is not a thing you can fight, only evade. He shouts encouragement, trying to move us along, and the sound of his voice acts as a guide, though little more.

I feel him lurch forward and realize Finnick has come back for us and is hauling Peeta along. I wedge my shoulder, which still seems under my control, under Peeta’s arm and do my best to keep up with Finnick’s rapid pace. We put about ten yards between us and the fog when Finnick stops.

“It’s no good. I’ll have to carry him. Can you take Mags?” he asks me.

I have moved out a bit farther into the shallows, floating alternately on my belly and back. If the seawater healed Peeta and me, it seems to be transforming Finnick altogether. He begins to move slowly, just testing his limbs, and gradually begins to swim. But it’s not like me swimming, the rhythmic strokes, the even pace. It’s like watching some strange sea animal coming back to life. He dives and surfaces, spraying water out of his mouth, rolls over and over in some bizarre corkscrew motion that makes me dizzy even to watch. And then, when he’s been underwater so long I feel certain he’s drowned, his head pops up right next to me and I start.

“Don’t do that,” I say.

“What? Come up or stay under?” he says.

“Either. Neither. Whatever. Just soak in the water and behave,” I say.

I glance over at Peeta, at Finnick, and see they’re both scratching at their damaged faces. Yes, even Finnick’s beauty has been marred by this night.

“Don’t scratch,” I say, wanting badly to scratch myself. But I know it’s the advice my mother would give. “You’ll only bring infection.”

My stomach begins to growl at the smell of food and I reach for one. The sight of my fingernails, caked with blood, stops me. I’ve been scratching my skin raw in my sleep.

“You know, if you scratch you’ll bring on infection,” says Finnick.

I plunk down on the sand next to Finnick and screw the lid off the tube. […] A sound of pleasure slips out of my mouth as the stuff eradicates my itching. It also stains my scabby skin a ghastly gray-green. As I start on the second leg I toss the tube to Finnick, who eyes me doubtfully.

“It’s like you’re decomposing,” says Finnick. But I guess the itching wins out, because after a minute Finnick begins to treat his own skin, too. Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can’t help enjoying his distress.

“Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven’t looked pretty?” I say.

“It must be. The sensation’s completely new. How have you managed it all these years?” he asks.

“Just avoid mirrors. You’ll forget about it,” I say.

“Not if I keep looking at you,” he says.

We slather ourselves down, even taking turns rubbing the ointment into each other’s backs where the undershirts don’t protect our skin. “I’m going to wake Peeta,” I say.

“No, wait,” says Finnick. “Let’s do it together. Put our faces right in front of his.”

Well, there’s so little opportunity for fun left in my life, I agree. We position ourselves on either side of Peeta, lean over until our faces are inches from his nose, and give him a shake. “Peeta. Peeta, wake up,” I say in a soft, singsong voice.

His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we’ve stabbed him. “Aa!”

Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta’s attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again. By the time we pull ourselves together, I’m thinking that maybe Finnick Odair is all right. At least not as vain or self-important as I’d thought.

Finnick catches my arm before I can run. “No. It’s not him.” He starts pulling me downhill, toward the beach. “We’re getting out of here!” But Gale’s voice is so full of pain I can’t help struggling to reach it. “It’s not him, Katniss! It’s a mutt!” Finnick shouts at me. “Come on!” He moves me along, half dragging, half carrying me, until I can process what he said.

It’s the first crack of the lightning storm — the bolt hitting the tree at midnight — that brings us to our senses. It rouses Finnick as well. He sits up with a sharp cry. I see his fingers digging into the sand as he reassures himself that whatever nightmare he inhabited wasn’t real.

“I can’t sleep anymore,” he says. “One of you should rest.” Only then does he seem to notice our expressions, the way we’re wrapped around each other. “Or both of you. I can watch alone.”

I turn and wave to Finnick. “Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!”

The three of us scour all the scabs from our bodies, helping with the others’ backs, and come out the same pink as the sky. We apply another round of medicine because the skin seems too delicate for the sunlight, but it doesn’t look half as bad on smooth skin and will be good camouflage in the jungle.

Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.

“No, it doesn’t,” says Finnick dismissively.

I duck behind a curtain of vines, concealing myself just in time. Finnick flies by me, his skin shadowy with medicine, leaping through the undergrowth like a deer. He soon reaches the site of my attack, must see the blood. “Johanna! Katniss!” he calls.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do, especially if the target is unprepared. I lunge across the table and rake mine down Haymitch’s face, causing blood to flow and damage to one eye. Then we are both screaming terrible, terrible things at each other, and Finnick is trying to drag me out, and I know it’s all Haymitch can do not to rip me apart.

“Katniss. Katniss, I’m sorry.” Finnick’s voice comes from the bed next to me and slips into my consciousness. Perhaps because we’re in the same kind of pain. “I wanted to go back for him and Johanna, but I couldn’t move.”

#thg #hunger games #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #catching fire #finnick odair #bookcomb ♥️🔎#sorry long post y’all

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everlarkficexchange · 8 years ago

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The Misunderstanding Part Two

Prompt 41: Katniss and Peeta are strangers/or enemies at a theme park. They end up sitting next to each other on a ride before it breaks down and they can’t get off. [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Special Thanks to @lovesbiggerthanpride for betaing this story and for making better.

Prompt 41: by @mega-aulover

Rated G

The Misunderstanding Part Two.

PART 1

July 4, 1945

Katniss closed her eyes - she needed a nap. The summer heat of July had gotten to her. Many hoped for a cool wind for the celebration for Independence Day. The mood of many was jubilant as the 1945 Fair was a smash, with the knowledge that the war was coming to an end. The Germans were beat and they had hopes that the Japanese would soon surrender.

Katniss was knackered. She spent all of her energy during the day competing against Peeta Mellark, her nemesis, to prove a point. At eighteen, Katniss had her whole life ahead of her, and could even go home back to England, now that the war was over in Europe. After her sister had told her to give Peeta a chance, she was frustrated. Somehow, she fell asleep. She woke when she felt a shadow fall over her.

“Prim,” she murmured, sleepily thinking perhaps it was her little sister who came to wake her. “Go away.”

“Katniss,” the masculine voice called.

Her nose twitched as she picked up the pleasant aroma of cinnamon and dill. She sighed happily and a soft smile came to her sleepy face. This had to be one of those dreams where she ended up kissing Peeta. Katniss loved those dreams - Peeta actually liked her. He had eaten her steak and kidney pie and had fallen in love with her.

Her dreams were a secret fantasy that not even Prim knew. But as she lay there, she could hear the District Fair sounds in the background, the big band was playing Tommy Dorsey’s “Alone.” The screams of men and women as they whirled around on the fair rides filled the air as well as the monkey organ playing the infamous circus music.

Katniss recalled she wasn’t at home lying in bed. Instead, she was underneath a tree.

Her eyes flew open to see Peeta standing over her with a bag and a cup. His handsome face held a smile and his blue eyes took in her still form. It felt intimate and far too familiar for Katniss. She immediately stood up, to face him.

He didn’t react the way she expected when in an argument with a man. In the past, whenever she became defensive or argued with Haymitch he’d kick over buckets, and throw his fists in the air. Gale used his physical stature to intimidate her. Katniss was always a little afraid of Gale when he ranted and raved in the woods. She normally didn’t argue, but there were occasions when she fought back and he’d puffed his chest and pointed his finger in her chest.

Peeta was not like other men. He stood there looking like a lamb with big blue innocent eyes as she advanced toward him. Katniss noticed for the first time today just how small and diminutive she was against his bigger bulkier frame.

She wasn’t exactly bothered, nor was she frightened by the sheer size of his chest or width of muscular arms. If anything, something within her coiled with pleasure. She wanted to be held by him instead of fighting him. This visceral sensation caused her to lose her scowl. Katniss wondered why she was so attracted to him. Why every time she was feet away from him she couldn’t help but sniff his scent.

She straightened her back and squared her jaw. “What do you want?”

Peeta gave her the space she needed to rightened her clothing. The golden ticket she won fell to the floor.

They both reached for it at the same time. Their hands brushed up against the other. Katniss jumped back, feeling an electrical current.

Peeta became chatty as he picked up the ticket, while balancing the white paper bag and the cup in one. “That was amazing the way you won the ticket. You shot the balloons without even glancing at them for too long.”

Distrustfully, Katniss took the ticket from him as he prattled on. Once more Prim’s words came to her mind. Peeta stood politely, waiting for her to respond once he finished speaking. He was a gentleman. Even during the competition he never lost his patience, never acted petty when he lost, never called her names, he never laughed at her or made fun of her. If Gale were in Peeta’s place, he would have done one or more of those things. Gale was a sore loser.

Prim was convinced he could never have thrown out her pie without a reason and wanted Katniss to speak to Peeta about it. Her sister insisted it was not in his personal make to do something unpleasant. Katniss wanted to curse out her sister for putting that idea in her head. She didn’t want to be nice to him, because Peeta was the one thing she’d have to yield to him.

“I thought you would be hungry. I noticed you spent your money on the games.”

Katniss became irrationally mad. “No, thank you,” she testily said and brushed away from him, heading for the fairgrounds, desperate to put space between them. Prim wanted her to find out why he’d thrown the pie away, made her promise. Katniss didn’t want to complete her promise to her little sister. It would mean he would have to deal with the stuff she kept buried. She ran, but Peeta chased her. He had a heavy gait and she could hear him coming after her.

“Why do you hate me?”

His question caused her to stop. She stopped walking, her chest heaving from anger. Through clenched teeth she asked, “What makes you think I hate you?”

“You avoid me, and if looks could kill I’d have an arrow struck through my eye.” Peeta stood with his hands in his pocket. His face was flushed and his blond hair fell over his eyes.

Katniss cross her arms across her chest defensively.

“I know you have deadly aim; my dad showed me a few of the squirrels that you sold to him. You shot them straight through the eye, and sometimes I think in your eyes I’m nothing but a squirrel.”

Peeta was charming, and comparing himself with a bushy tailed varmint made her want to smile. She tore her eyes away from his handsome face and focused right over his shoulder at the Ferris wheel. “What do you want?”

Peeta shook his head and chuckled, “I came to give you some cheese-buns and some cold apple cider. That’s all, thought you might be hungry.” He extended his hands with the food.

Katniss took the offered food, “Don’t worry I’m not going to throw it out.” The act of the food sharing brought back the rejection she felt when she was young girl. With a clenched jaw, she spat, “I don’t throw out gifts, unlike you.” She turned around to walk away.

He looked surprised right as she pivoted. “Wait, Katniss,” he shouted, but she kept on moving. He sounded exasperated as he walked behind her, “What do you mean by that?”

Pressing forward, Katniss noticed the crowds had thinned out. Towards the stables for the prizes - the best in show for animals, the best in the pies and preserves, and the barbeque competitions. Katniss kept walking straight not wanting to confront Peeta. She hoped he would leave her alone.

“Katniss,” Peeta said reaching to put his hand on her shoulder. It was a light touch, not forceful but she felt it all the way to her toes.

She stopped moving, “Stop following me, please…leave me alone.”

“I want to know why you’re so hostile towards me. Why you hate me?” Peeta’s hands were remained on her shoulders, lightly gripping them. His eyes were wide as if desperate.

This stare of his confused her. There were times she swore he stared at her as if he liked her. This thrilled her and made her upset. She spat, “Haven’t you heard that I’m hostile and frosty?”

Full of anger, Katniss was unable to communicate why she disliked him so much. In the same manner why she couldn’t explain why she was so attracted to him. Katniss took a different tactic; her voice became haughty and it dripped with sarcasm. “Actually, I would’ve gotten along with your mother, a woman that isn’t above hurting her own children. We’re the same ill-mannered vain evil creatures.” Her face fell even after she said it. She could see the hurt in his eyes.

Peeta’s mother had passed away two years ago. She had taken ill and had never recovered. It was shock to the family but it was also a relief. Although it was wrong to speak of the dead, Peeta’s mother was known as the witch. She was unilaterally mean to every single person in town and she was dreadfully harsh on her family. The Mellark boys were known for the marks to their arms and faces.

Those who went to the funeral went as a show of respect for Mr. Mellark and his sons. There really wasn’t any sympathetic regard for Mrs. Mellark; she was not a nice woman. Katniss felt because of her scowl, many pegged her to be like Peeta’s mother. Her words hurt him and she could see it in his saddened blue eyes, and she felt shameful for her behavior. “I’m sorry that was low.”

He turned pale.

Katniss ran past him, clutching the food in her hands. Primrose was right; she should have just simply asked him why he’d thrown out her gift. Had she’d not been so stubborn and headstrong, she wouldn’t have just injured him. She couldn’t handle the guilt.

She ran desperately straight for the Ferris wheel. The line was short, since it was dark now and many people were now heading for the lawn to see the fireworks. She still had her prized ticket and expected to take this ride tonight under much happier circumstances. It was the perfect opportunity for her to get away and put her thoughts in order.

“Ticket, Miss,” The young man requested.

Katniss nodded, she shuffled the cup from one hand, to the other that held the paper bag, to give him the crumpled ticket.

“Thank you,” the young man smiled.

Katniss swallowed but couldn’t bring herself to smile as she walked into the waiting area. The sights and sounds became too much for her. The lights of the fair blurred all around her. Her childish irritation ate at her. She’d graduated school, survived bombings in England, and helped her family come to the safe shore of America. She questioned why she couldn’t find it in her to forgive a boy who had always been nice to her.

“Katniss.”

At the sound of Peeta’s voice, her lashes fluttered closed. Katniss could smell his scent as his stood very close, causing her knees to shake.

“Come along,” The young man called.

There was no escaping Peeta now as they were put into one of the cabs. “Please make sure to put your safety belt on.”

Katniss obliged as she put the food on the floor. She looked out of the window as the wheel ascended slowly. Her hand gripped the seat, not in fear but in utter dissatisfaction. Sitting next to her was the boy who tormented her and delighted her since arriving in District Twelve. Tears gathered in her eyes.

They moved slowly up into the night sky. Everything appeared to be detached and her problem seemed so insignificant. She didn’t dare look at Peeta or speak to him. She looked out into the glowing night sky. She secretly wanted the ride to be over, but as they reached the top, the cab jerked violently. Peeta immediately wrapped his arms around her.

The ride lights flickered on and off. Katniss glanced at Peeta, now frightened. They both were - she could see it in his eyes. The silence was unbearable. Then they heard a man shout, “Sorry about that folks. The ride is stuck. We’ll have you down in a jiffy!”

They expelled a deep breath. Katniss was going to miss out on watching the fireworks the way she wanted to. Somewhere down on the darkened lawn sat her family.

“You’re not like my mother.”

His quiet words caused her to look at him. Katniss shrugged, “I feel like people think I am.”

“You’re not. You’d never hurt your child, you’d protect your child with your life. Much like how you did with your mother and sister. You saved them by writing that letter and protected them during the raids in London. My mother would’ve never done that. She’d let us die in a raid. It’s why when I came to my brother Rye for help. He volunteered to bring you the bread and the letter from your Aunt. My mom actually balked at sending you anything at all.” His hushed voice filled the cab.

Katniss guiltily glanced down and knew Peeta was not a bad person. She was simply a rotten girl carrying a childish grievance. “It was the pie.”

“What,” Peeta asked, “what pie?”

“You see in England, we didn’t have meat, or regular meals. It was hard on us. Everything is severely rationed. We were bombed on a regular basis, you could see the planes fighting in the air over London. My father was an RAF pilot. Served his country with great distinction and died during the night our street was struck.”

Katniss could see the bombs as they went off. She glanced at Peeta but didn’t see him. She heard the whistling of the bombs as they fell and the way the ground under her feet shook. “Up to that point we made do with what we had, and when my father died, my mother lost her touch with reality. Things became worse as we had no income to even purchase things with our rations. When your brother showed up at my doorstep, it was the first time we’d eaten in days. The bread saved my life and that of my family.”

“I didn’t know it got that bad, I mean we’ve watched the newsreels but it doesn’t paint the real picture does it.” His arms held her tighter. Katniss put her head on his shoulders. And the oddest thing happened. She felt safe, much like when she sat on her father’s lap after dinner.

“I was so grateful that when I discovered that there was actual meat here. I wanted to thank your family for the bread by making my father’s favorite dish from back home, steak and kidney pie.”

“I remember that.”

Katniss looked into his eyes, finally having the courage to ask, “Why did you throw it out? I’d left my gloves at the bakery and went back for them, and I saw you. I saw when you angrily threw it out in the trash. Wasn’t it good enough?”

Peeta eyes widened. He shook his head, “My flat-head of a brother spilled rat poison on top of the pie. My father was furious with him. I was so mad because I could see just how much it meant to you. I had to throw it out. I was afraid you would ask me about it, but you never did and I wondered why.”

Katniss couldn’t believe what she heard. “Rat poison?”

“Yea, we had a mouse problem and my mom didn’t want the customers to know so she bought rat poison and left it on the top shelf. My brother came rushing from the outside. He bumped into the shelf and the poison fell on top of your pie.”

“All this time,” Katniss was shocked. She had gotten it wrong.

“Now I know why you dislike me so much.” His eyes twinkled, “I’ve been a goner since the day you stepped into town. I’ve been trying to figure out what it was about me that you found detestable. But the more I tried the more you spurned my sophomoric advances.”

Katniss could feel her cheeks turning colors as the blood rushed into them. “I was wrong, I’m sorry. I’ve treated you so poorly.”

His hand gently touched her face “You see this is why you’re unlike my mother. She’d never apologize after a goof up.”

It dawned on her as she sat cozily within the cab of the Ferris wheel that he was too good for her. “I don’t deserve someone like you.”

Peeta’s blue eyes collided with her grey ones. His eyes descended to her lips, “I like you, Katniss. I like you a lot and now that you know I’m going to court you. But first I’m going to be your friend, and afterwards I’m going to seduce you, slide a bun in the oven and force you to marry me.”

“Peeta Mellark, you’re cock-eyed!” Katniss exclaimed. She was secretly thrilled. The boy of her dreams was flirting with her. All of her life she’d watched him, even under the pretext of hate. But it wasn’t hate she felt for Peeta Mellark, it was love.

“Nah, just in love,” he grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Peeta shifted her so that her hands were fat on his wide chest. She was distracted by his kisses. He placed one on the forehead, her chin, her nose, and her cheeks. “In love,” she managed to get out.

“You love me, real or not real?”

“Huh,” Katniss asked as he placed a kiss on her upper lip. She was at this point a ball of mush.

“You’re not a girl who shows emotions to people you dislike. You act cool and detached. Now that I know why, it makes sense why around me you’re vibrant, like shimmering stars in the night sky.” He kissed her fore head then placed a kiss on her neck then whispered, “You have your guard down and you only do that when you’re around people you love.”

“Real,” Katniss confessed her true feelings for Peeta.

He chuckled, against her the skin of her neck, before trailing several kisses to her chin then inquired, “Now, what’s your favorite color?”

Katniss felt her heart race, knowing he was laying a trap and she was a willing victim. “Green.”

His voice was low and seductive. “Now, ask me mine?”

Katniss swallowed. Her lips felt parched and dry, much like her body felt barren without his. “What is your favorite color?”

Peeta cupped her face with one hand; the other was pressed on the small of her back, pushing her closer to him, “Orange.”

Katniss watched the way Peeta’s face neared hers. Her nostrils flared as she felt engulfed by his warmth, his strength, and his scent. She muttered, “Like my aunt’s hair?”

“No, softer like the sunset,” Peeta whispered.

Katniss let her lashes flutter close. She could feel his breath on her lips, “Oh.”

“Now that we’re friends, I can seduce you,” Peeta murmured onto her lips. The fireworks literally went off as Peeta kissed her. Katniss had heard of fireworks going off and felt faint. If it weren’t for the seat she was sitting in, her knees would have given out. Peeta was an excellent kisser and seducer.

The cab shook and the lights flickered again as they moved, they parted their mouths. Peeta exclaimed, “Wow!”

Katniss just wanted to continue kissing Peeta, and she was granted her wish. All the way back down, Katniss and Peeta kissed. When they got to the ground Peeta gave the guy two more tickets and they rode the Ferris wheel again just to neck. None noticed the fireworks.

Once they were back on the ground, they drifted arm and arm toward the main lawn. They shared the cup of cider and ate the cheese buns. Speaking softly to each other about how best to handle her Uncle and Aunt, he paused several times to kiss her while the fireworks were finishing. Everything she’d ever wanted was in the arms of the boy she wanted to distrust at the beginning of the day.

“Katniss, you missed the fireworks,” Primrose retorted, spotting them. She ran up short when she noticed the familiar way Peeta held her.

“No, she didn’t we saw it them from the wheel, together,” Peeta winked.

“What happened?” Prim mouthed excitedly.

Katniss couldn’t stop her blush.

“Peeta,” her uncle Haymitch greeted.

“Mr. Abernathy,” Peeta greeted back.

“So, you have some news,” Haymitch said giving them both a pointed look. Her uncle was terribly perceptive.

Peeta smiled mischievously, “Well, you see I’ve seduced and impregnated your niece in the Ferris wheel.”

“Peeta!” Katniss smacked him in the arm, unbelieving he would say such a thing. She reassured, “Uncle Haymitch, none of that happened.”

“You know I did seduce you,” Peeta insisted and winked.

Katniss groaned, Prim giggled nervously, her aunt gasped, and her uncle on the other hand laughed and clapped Peeta on the back.

Aunt Effie fanned herself a sign she was alarmed. She turned to her husband and demanded, “What madness! Haymitch, what is this about?”

“Katniss needs to get hitched,” Prim blurted out unable to stop giggling.

In a serious tone of voice Peeta confessed, “It’s true, Mrs. Abernathy, I need to marry your niece as soon as possible. She’s got a Mellark bun in her oven.”

Katniss was mortified but she couldn’t help the way she smiled. He made her laugh and happy. She hadn’t felt this way since the day she learned of her father’s death.

“You know I’ve never known Katniss to smile. If you’ve managed to put that ear splitting grin on my niece’s face then I welcome you into the family. Now about this marriage, we might have to get you two hitched soon. Because if she isn’t in the familiar way now she’ll be soon,” Uncle Haymitch winked at Peeta then turned to Katniss. “What do you say, Katniss?”

Katniss could have said no, but the fact was she wanted him badly. “Yes.”

Effie gasped, “Is this serious, are you really going to marry our Katniss?”

“Yes,” Peeta smiled into her eyes, his hand cupped her face and then placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Well then, we have much planning to do. Come along Mr. Mellark. Katniss has not one stylish bone in her body, but you do.” Effie took Peeta by the hand and led him away.

“What happened?” Prim sided up to her.

Katniss happily smiled. It was sudden but she was truly happy and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him. She glanced ahead to see Peeta and her aunt speaking. She could see her future - children running through this meadow, Peeta holding her tightly and peace.

“Katniss,” Prim said, “where did you go?”

Katniss couldn’t hide her smile, “You were right, Prim. It was all a misunderstanding.’

Prim squealed “I’m going to be Peeta’s little sister.

It dawned on Katniss she was getting married…..

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