Well, it's been a long time since I've post fanfiction (preferring Fictionpress) and this is my first time writing a Hunger Games fiction. Today I saw a picture with Gale and his son spotting Katniss' daughter and instantly being in love. But, Instead of Katniss' daughter, what if it were her son that Gale's son became smitten with? I'm just brining my love of boyxboy and my favourite book together into one. No harm done, right? Also, if anyone recognises me, I used to be Princess of Blah Blah Blah.

I hope you all enjoy this :)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to the genius that is SuzanneCollins.

I remember when I first saw them; the Mellark family. The family from district 12. I was with my father, visiting family. His brother, Vick had moved back to District 12 after years of being apart from it. I vaguely remember my father's reaction to that - I think he was furious. But Vick was determined; he packed his bags and left his mother's home. He was only 18.

It has been years since my uncle Vick moved back to district 12 and this is my first time visiting. I only came this time because my uncle Vick's wife is having a baby. There is going to be a big party and everything! Everyone loves my uncle Vick, that's why.

I look over my father's shoulder and see them. Katniss and Peeta Mellark. It is impossible for me to miss them, with Peeta's fair hair and Katniss' dark locks that are so much like my father's and my own. Behind them, are two children, following them like lost puppies. It's almost funny and I would have laughed if my father hadn't bonked me on the head with his fist. I look at him and glare. "Hey!"

His lips twitch slightly and he glances over my shoulder towards The Mellark family. They were congratulating my uncle Vick. My father froze for a split second before turning completely. "Ah, I see what caught your attention now. She's a beauty, isn't she?"

It took me a moment to realize he was pointing to the little raven haired girl. "That little girl; I was in love with her mother, once." He said wistfully. "Before I met your mother of course." He corrected himself with a chuckle.

Even at ten years of age, I knew that there were some lingering feelings for my father's past love. I looked away from my father and back at the Mellark family. My father has told me many stories about his past that included Katniss and Peeta Mellark. He told me about these games that they were in but I don't believe him. I think he was just telling me that so I would go to bed.

Looking closer, I studied the Mellark family. Peeta always had his hand on his wife, whether it be the small of her back or gripping her hand. He stared at his wife as if she were the most precious thing in his life. His wife had similar sentiments. You could tell, even if she did push his hand away and shoot him a look. Underneath it all, she was in love with that man.

Their daughter is a beauty, just like my father said. She looks exactly like her mother, except for the eyes. Those blue eyes belong to her father. They were bright and full of life. She looked like she was ten too or at least close to it. She was pulling her brother along, who was now crying. I think he fell over or something. He couldn't be any more than eight. He looked nothing like his sister, favouring his father's looks, again, the exception being the eyes. I think they're grey, but it's difficult to tell when he's crying.

"Did you want to play with them?"

I look at my father who has a strained smile on his face. I glance over at the family once more and shake my head. "No, it's okay. I'll stay with you and mama."

My father nods and takes me over to my mother who welcomes me with open arms. She hugs me tight and pushes black hair out of my eyes. "And what have you been up to, mister?"

"I was with daddy." I said.

She smiles at me and presses her lips to my brow. "Why don't you play with the other kids?"

"I don't want to," I reply. I glance over my shoulder at my Father and whisper, "Daddy looks sad so I want to stay with you two."

Mama pats my cheek and tightens her arms around me. "Such a good boy, you are Deyrn."

I smile proudly before turning on my mama's lap so I can look at the rest of the party goers. Or at least, that was my intention. Instead, my eyes landed on the Mellark family once more who were now at the buffet table. They were getting plates for the children. Their daughter was proudly boasting that she could get her food all by herself, while their son was clinging to their mother's leg. He peeks out from where his face is buried in her leg and caught my gaze. I tilt my head slightly and hold his gaze.

Yes, he eyes were most definitely grey.

I hope this was somewhat bearable :) Chapter one will be up soon, depending on whether people like this or not.