Hello all in the fan fic community! I truly never thought I would be writing another fan fic for publication here, much less in a totally different realm than my normal Harry Potter fandom, but it would appear that I am happily incorrect. This is my first Hunger Games fan fic and I hope you all enjoy it.

I felt that there was just not enough at the end of Mockingjay to be satisfactory, and would love to expand upon it more. Perhaps someday I will actually write the long multi chapter fic I would like, but in the meantime, here is a little fic I dreamed up concerning Peeta, Katniss and Cinna. I felt that if he had the time and obviously the foresight to make the Mockingjay outfit that he would have strived to make and squirrel away different outfits that he felt Katniss should have. Sort of like life moment time capsules to be delivered to her when certain things had happened in her life. I figured that her wedding would be appropriate and that after the Quarter Quell, Cinna would have known that the wedding dictated by Snow wasn't going to happen and would have taken measures to make sure she got what he felt she deserved for her special day.

Hope you all enjoy my newest offering. And remember, reviews are the sustaining force for a fan fic writer, so please tell me how you felt about the fic at the bottom of the page. And yes, I am aware that I change tenses at least once in the fic. I used the appropriate tense for the situation(s) I believe.

Cinna's Parting Gift

Chapter 1

In the midst of things…

It had really been quite an ordinary looking package that had been delivered to the front door that morning. One of many that had come recently in the weeks following our engagement. The real one this time, not tainted by the capital or Snow's orders and threats; thankfully dead these last three years. This was also among a great number of cards and other forms of appreciation and well wishing tokens sent to both Peeta and I from all over the Republic of Panem.

It would seem that in the three years since the revolution had ended, in the death and assassination of both Snow and Coin, (people seem to have forgotten that it was by my hand that they had been slain) that our general popularity had not diminished. Nor had time let their admiration for the star crossed lovers of District 12, dual Victors/survivors of the cruel Hunger Games or for the hero worship of the Mocking jay to be dampened. In fact it seemed quite the opposite. It was by sear lack of people to spare, the bleak emptiness of what remained of District 12 and surprisingly Haymitch running albeit drunken interference, but successful interference with the press, that the media had not been following her every move for the last three years.

Well, that was until the last three months, and it only looked like it was going to get worse before it got better, hopefully very soon. In some ways it was almost as if they were even hungrier for information after such a dry spell and general lack of information. I likened it to the gathering of carrion birds gathering at a fresh kill, just waiting for their turn to pick the bones clean. Peeta had chuckled quite a bit at that description one evening.

I had been returning home after hunting in the afternoon and the rain had just begun, first in a cold drizzle and then a freezing wintery mix. The press that had nearly encamped in the Victors Commons seemed intent upon not letting me out of the weather and feeding me the ends of all the microphones they had at their disposal. I had finally resorted to swinging a dead squirrel by the tail and actually whacking at least one camera man and three journalists before I was able to escape their clutches and into the house. They had dispersed soon after their pray had alluded them and the weather deteriorated.

They had since been kept at relative bay by the new lawmen that had replaced the Peacekeepers. It also helped that the leader of the lawman had been a fellow Seam kid who had seen action during the war and had gained himself a name in 13. All in all he was a good guy who tried to keep relative order and peace in his sphere of influence. The incident was now quite a source of entertainment especially when Haymitch had come over the next night drunk and insisted on reenacting the scene. That had been a good evening.

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. There will be more up soon and they will be longer chapters as this fic develops. This was originally a one shot, but when it reached over 12 pages I broke it up into three pieces. Please let me know how you liked this fic and drop me a line in the review box. And be aware, if you flame me, the flame will be deleted, right after I toast a marshmallow or two. Live Laugh Love. Dragons Quill