the paramour
mbieseven
#this is an AU Everlark fanfiction
#i do not own anything of hunger games, it was all hands down to the brilliant mind of Suzanne Collins
title: the paramour
genre: angst, erotica, romance
characters: peeta mellark ; katniss everdeen ; gale hawthorne ; madge undersee
rating: m (violence, sexual content, drugs, language)
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"I need a minute," she doesn't know how long she had been saying that to him, but she was clinging to his arm, clutching his wrist, her fingers digging in his flesh. "Katniss," he almost gasped feeling the pain of not just her tight hold but the pain of watching a her everything collapsed into nothing. Slow and painful. "Just a m-minute," her voice cracked and her tears came crashing down, her breathing became panting. "AAAHH!" she yelled and broke down into a loud cries. Peeta quickly wrapped his arms around her, helping her, trying to pull her up, and mend her falling pieces. "How can you do this to me!?" she harshly pushed him yet he stayed firmed holding her, keeping her close, trying to make her see that he was hurting too, that he doesn't want this one too. "How could you!?" she snarled and finally flung her arms to hold him to her. Just a minute. Just one last minute before everything ends.
-one-
"You will love there, my friend, the water is ever blue, the sunset is beautiful, the island is so rich, so pure," Finnick tossed the empty sea shell away to grab another. Squeezing a little lemon and adding some salt on the oyster and he was back eating while Peeta was nervously staring at the huge window of the train, hands pocketed on his white slacks. "If you are really worried, I tell you my friend, your money is not going to a waste." Peeta turned and looked at Finnick for three seconds of silence, he took the seat across the latter. "I know that, of course," Finnick kept his eyes sturdy on him for long seconds
Right in front of him, sitting was one of Panem's raising businessman. A rags to riches kid that through faith and hard work was able to carve his own name at the crazy world of business. Featured as one of the best young businessman, Peeta Mellark, exuded that kind of aura of gentleness and intelligence. A man not just good with words but fair in judgment. "I have already checked the island on the internet myself and I have great vision for it, facilities that could help to improve it yet just enough to keep its purity, something that could increase the job opportunities of the people down there." Finnick marveled as he unfold the plans he had for the island, small and big, all detailed in the words that almost encourage him that in his hands the world could be change, can be so much better.
"If you ran to be the President, I assure you, you will win," Peeta gave a hearty laugh at what seemed to be a kind joke that he was making. "I didn't dream of holding such responsibilities, power is such an ill natured force, my friend." he pushed himself up just as the train finally stopped over their destination, District Four. "I wonder, does anyone ever disagree with you?" Finnick chuckled wiping his lips, standing up and following him to the door. "Of course, my wife disagree with me all the time." Peeta jumped off the train as their servants collected all their things leading them to the car that they'll be riding to the pier. "Oh, of course, Mrs. Mellark, how is she?" Finnick offered for Peeta to get in first as he followed.
"Three months and my second will be out." he smiled proudly looking at the photograph he had at hand which he showed to his friend. "How old is Jarren?" Finnick inquired staring at the dark brown haired boy, smiling in the photograph. "Almost eight," Peeta tucked the photograph inside his suit. "Time flies so very fast," Finnick nodded at his statement and soon their car were driving out to the pier where a yatch was waiting to sail the sea over to the island, Isla Cassia.
The ride lasted for an half hour before they were standing over the pier, washed with the salty breeze and overlooking at the island that was arm length from where they stood. "I have been there several times, the beauty still captivates me, warning though, hold your heart. Hold it real tight." Finnick clapped his back and climbed their yatch. He gave Peeta his hand and hulled him over as he began the story of telling him how he met his wife, Annie Cresta Oddair on the said sland. "I love my wife," Peeta smiled, staring at his glinting white gold ring. "Of course you do, who wouldn't love Madge? That woman is the only woman that hands down deserved you." Peeta laughed jokingly pushing him away as the yatch moved backwards and slowly being unanchored, preparing to sail to the island that will change his life.
He watched ever so serious on the island, having this vision of how this could improve so much more. The sun was almost setting when they arrived and was welcomed by the residents with passion. "Welcome to Isla Cassia, you will be staying where the owners used to stay," Darius, one of the residents and tour guides lead them. "The island is owned by a rich couple from the Capitol, a gift for their daughter that died in a disease. They don't want to hold to much memories of her so the island was for sale." he lead them down the white sand beach where paper lanterns of different colors hanged, crowded by people with one bar open to serve everyone their desired drinks. "Our island has our unique seven cocktails, all divine, all lethal," the three of them laughed as the music went on, jazz transitioning into reggae. Relaxing and enjoying. Darius ordered cocktails each and passed to one another, Finnick was already out dancing and chatting with people as Peeta walked and looked all over the place, watched the party goes.
"There are many things beautiful in this place, you might find your soul mate," Darius teased over his cocktail.
"I'm married," he smiled sipping his cocktail as the latter carefully watched his expression.
"Well, hold your heart then, my friend," he clapped his back and excused himself for a moment. He just nodded and moved his way inside the crowd, as the music transition so was the singer.
He finally reached the front of the stage were she was just about to sing, brown hair tied in a beautiful one braid, head crowned with a beautiful flower circlet. She was wearing a silky white dress, dancing by the sea breeze and was bare footed. Their eyes met and she offered a shy smile. Those gray eyes left an impression on him that was haunting him even though he was still standing staring at her. As the drums released the beat, her body swaying to the rhythm, she began singing and it was too late.
He was told twice. Hold your heart. But at her voice his heart fell crashing full impact on the floor and he was enslaved of something forbidden.
hello, this is mb and i decided to post an everlark fic because they are my favorite couple ever. i wanted to have something like post mockingjay but i think i read enough and they were all good i couldn't think of anything anymore, besides i don't want to ruin suzanne collins' work. i am not good at following the characters. i just like imagining them together. so this is an au.
