The Hunger Games and everything Everlark! (and other stuff too)

Well, it's officially a wrap for this fic! Thank you to all who started this journey with me from the very first chapter. Your support, likes and kind comments have meant so much. But now the time has finally come to a close.

To my legend of a beta and dear friend @sunsetsrmydreams thank you for never giving up on me. You know I couldn't have done this without you!

You can find the full epilogue on AO3. I hope you enjoy the read.

Here's the last little snippet;

It has been exactly 5 years …3 days…12 hours since we were last here, on this very platform, saying our goodbyes and watching the train pull away with my eldest son on board. And even though we’ve exchanged letters and a rare phone call here and there whenever his peacekeeper postings and special assignments permitted, there’s nothing like having Ryan back home, even if it’s just for a few days.  

Thank you to all my wonderful followers and supporters of my story. Your kind comments and messages have been uplifting.

Sorry that it's been a while since my last update but I'm happy to say chapter 15 is finally ready for posting on AO3. Now...if I can just remember how to do that. 🤔Kidding!

This chapter would most definitely be nothing without my beta extraordinaire and talented banner maker @sunsetsrmydreams. Thank you for your unwavering support dear friend.

Meanwhile...here's a little snippet;

“I love you Peeta Mellark!”

Peeta’s reaction to my declaration of love is nothing short of swift as his strong arms turn me and sweep me up as if I weigh nothing, twirling us both around.

“Put me down,” I cry out with laughter.

The world spins as Peeta does as told and sets me down carefully, his smile beaming from ear to ear. In my own euphoric and slightly dizzy state, what I say to Peeta next doesn’t register until the words have left my lips. 

“Have you ever just wanted to shout out to the world? Like this feeling is just so big that it can’t be contained,” I tell him, catching his eyes. “We don’t have to be quiet here, Peeta.”

Peeta’s smile drops and his hold around my waist loosens.

I watch as Peeta’s gaze turns to where the picnic basket sits on the dry grass. To where I know his sketchbook, notebook and pencils have been carefully placed inside for the trip back home.

My racing heart instantly sinks to the pit of my stomach and I want to kick myself for being so insensitive.

“I’m sorry,” I start to say apologetically, stepping away from him. “I just want you to know you’re safe with me,” I declare.

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