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"You are a very good tutor." Zig replied with a playful smirk. He knew that first hand, as Zig was almost certain he never would have finished off high school without her help. Zig had spent far too much time getting distracted by other things.

"You are just trying to make me look bad." Zig said as he listened to her singing a lullaby that his mother had taught her. Zig swore that Clare spent more time with his mother than he did now. The woman adored his wife. Zig was thankful for that much at least. He knew things could have been worse. Ultimately, his mother wanted him to be happy and knew that Clare was out of his league.

of course it had to be lydia isaac ran into first. why couldn't it even have been derek? "well, i, uh, it's sorta..." scratching at the nape of his neck, isaac was growing a bit uncomfortable. "it's policy, lydia. i'm sorry. it's my mistake but, i'll fix it right away." still, he wondered just how the banshee had been and what she'd been up to since high school.

"I guess I can't be too shocked that something went wrong the minute I rolled into town." Lydia said as Isaac knew as well as she did that Beacon Hills was a place that was filled with misfortune. She looked him over, trying to see if the years away from this place had done him well. Lydia hoped so, because they all deserved an escape after all they'd been through. "I guess call them over then and get it done with. I hope it doesn't get you into any trouble."

open to: all || @indiestarter muse: isaac lahey of teen wolf - canon divergent. plot: isaac's come back to beacon hills to reunite with his friends but also as he's heard rumors of his older brother still being alive. currently, isaac works as a mechanic, though he's not too fond of it. he's made a mistake on fixing your vehicle and tries not to panic about the pricing option being incorrect.

Lydia's return to Beacon Hills was not off to a good start. Her car had broken down on her way into town, and now she was clearly having a weird interaction with a face from her past. "I hardly think that getting a manager is worth it." She said as she was a bit annoyed with how this whole situation was unfolding. "How about you just fix the mistake?"

Peeta looked at her, eyes soft. “I know,” he said. “And I’m still here. I always will be.” A small smile tugged at his lips as he stepped back into the water, still holding her hand. “Then let’s make this moment real too.” Before she could say anything else, he gave her hand a gentle pull, bringing her fully into the water. It splashed around them as he laughed, his grip steady. “Too late to turn back now,” he teased, his eyes warm and full of something that felt like home. Gently kissing her on the lips, wanting to make more memories, good ones with her.

Katniss knew that Peeta was the only person that it was safe to be completely vulnerable around. They fought again and again to keep each other alive and that had earned Peeta her complete trust. "I couldn't do this without you." She added as Katniss knew that she needed him. Katniss wasn't used to needing anyone else, not in the way she needed him. She let out a small laugh as Peeta pulled her farther into the water. Katniss splashed water at him playfully. "I wouldn't want to turn back." She told him, not entirely talking about the water. As he kissed her, Katniss' hands rested on his shoulders as she remained close.

Peeta offered a small, gentle smile, that glimmered in his eyes. “I don’t,” he said quietly, his gaze steady on hers. “Half the time, I’m just trying to keep up with you. But when it matters… I just speak from what I feel.” He hesitated for a beat. “And with you, Katniss, that’s always real.”

"You have seen me at my worst, at this point there is no point in being anything but honest." Katniss replied as she knew that Peeta had witnessed some of her worst moments. There was an unbreakable bond between them. "It's all real, every moment of it."

Peeta smiled gently, eyes soft as they traced over her—not with pity, but with deep, quiet admiration. "You’re not wrecking anything, " he said as he stepped closer, fingers brushing a faint scar on her shoulder.

"How do you do that?" Katniss asked softly as her eyes flicker to his. There was a calmness about Peeta that always made her feel grounded. Even after everything that they had been through, he had the ability to make her feel safe. "You always know exactly what to say."

Peeta smiled, no more games meant healing. "Let's go for a swim." He agreed, taking off his shirt pants and socks leaving him in just his boxers. "Ready when you are." Peeta smiled and kissed Katniss on the cheek. "The paint will come off in the lake." He assured her.

Katniss nodded her head as she stripped down so she was left in only her undergarments. There was something freeing about letting the scars from the war be on display, knowing Peeta wouldn't judge her for any of them. "It's a bit of a shame to wreck your masterpiece, but you can always paint it again sometime."

Peeta smiled against her lips. "I am happy. I mean I have my bad days but I am happy." He replied and kissed her once more. He believed that they were meant for each other, even if his memory had been swiped. Some of those memories come back, slowly but they do. "You let me paint you, so now what would you like to do?"

"I think with everything we've been through, you are entitled to some bad days." Katniss said as she knew that she had some. She felt that in the first few months after the games had been some of her darkest times, especially the second time around. But even know, there were still days where the darkness threatened to swallow her hole. "We could go for a swim?"

Ever since the games Peeta made a promise to himself to keep her happy. Kissing her back, Peeta smiled against her lips. "I love you Katniss Everdeen. There's nothing that is going to change that."

"I love you too." Katniss whispered back softly. It had taken her a long time to admit that fact to herself. Love was a dangerous thing because it left others with the ability to hurt you. "I want you to be happy."

Peeta knew that he was charming to everybody, he knew how to talk to people. "You are beautiful, Katniss. Even if you don't see it." He assured her. Peeta loved Katiness for who she was even if she didn't know how to talk to people. "Come here." Peeta put his hands on her cheek, giving her a kiss on the lips.

Katniss was thankful for Peeta in a way that she'd likely never be able to understand. He saw her for who she was, and not just as the face of the rebellion that had taken down Snow. Katniss knew that he had seen her at her worst, and yet he was still here. Katniss kissed him back softly, her fingers moving to tangle in his hair.

Peeta wished he could help more. It was hard to watch her suffer when he wanted to protect her. "I think some of it is going to stick with us forever. Those we lost will never leave us. It is important that we try to live for them. Even when it is hard." Peeta said. He had lost his entire family in the bombings of 12. All he had left was Katniss. "We are safe now."

Katniss nodded her head. "You are right, I could live a thousand lifetimes and I won't forget." She told him as the memories were still as clear as they had once been. "At least we know that future generations are never going to have to go through it again." Katniss said as she knew if she achieved anything in her life, it was knowing that the games were over for good.

"Our youth really has passed by." Mia joked. "I have done good for myself. I cannot complain. You?"

"Hit me where it hurts." Sav said with a laugh. However, he knew that Mia was right. They were not getting any younger. "I have a job I love and I can afford to survive. That is more than a lot of people, so I am thankful."