mrsbonniemellark tagged me in the Everlark Drabble Challenge with "farm boy!peeta and rich!katniss". Now, I took. A lot of this straight from the movie, (Princess Bride) so credit to everyone it is due.

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Peeta sat on the edge of his son's bed, both of them breathing hard, recovering from a tickle fight. "Okay, time for bed." Peeta said, standing to walk away, grinning when his little boy whined. "What? It's late. You got a problem with sleeping?"

"Tell me a bedtime story!" Peeta couldn't help the grin once again on his face at the twinkle of hope in his son's eyes. "Please?" The little boy folded his hands together and pouted his lips, begging.

"Fine, fine." Peeta settled back in with his son, curling up close to him in the tiny little bed, their noses almost touching. "I'll tell you a story my grandfather used to read to my father when he was sick, and my father used to read it to me, and today, I'm gonna tell it to you."

"Does it got any sports in it?" Peeta laughed. He sure did take after his mother in some ways.

"Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, True Love, miracles…."

"Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try and stay awake."

Peeta scoffed. "Oh. Well thank you very much. Very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming. All right. The story is called, 'The Princess Bride, by S. Morgenstern.'"

The little boy yawned. Peeta smiled to himself. This would be a piece of cake.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Katniss who was raised on a small farm in the country of Panem."

"Wait!" The little boy held up his hand to stop his father. "That's mama's name!"

"Hey! I'm doing the telling around here."

The little boy sighed, dropping his hand with a roll of his eyes.

"Thank you. Now as I was saying…." Peeta cleared his throat dramatically, earning a giggle from the little boy. "Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy that worked there. His name was Peeta, but she never called him that. Tired yet?"

"No. Keep going."

This time Peeta rolled his eyes. "Nothing gave Katniss as much pleasure as ordering Peeta around. She would say, 'Farm Boy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.'
And Peeta would simply reply, 'As you wish.'" Peeta raised and lowered his voice to imitate each character. "'As you wish' was all he ever said to her. 'Farm boy,' she said one day while setting down some water buckets near Peeta. 'fill these with water… please.' 'As you wish.'

That day she was amazed to discover that when he was saying 'As you wish', what he meant was, 'I love you.'

One day Peeta came into the house carrying firewood and Katniss had a realization that was even more amazing. It was the day she realized she truly loved him back. Right after Peeta had set down the wood and was walking back to the door, Katniss called out, 'Farm boy!' Peeta paused in the doorway, turning back to face her. Looking around desperately for something to tell him to do, she spotted a water pitcher well within her reach, but told him anyway, 'Fetch me that pitcher.'
Peeta took the pitcher down and handed it to her, whispering, 'As you wish.'

Katniss smiled, and held the pitcher close to her body, as if it were something special. Something that needed guarding. That night, as the sun set behind them, they shared their first kiss-"

"Woah. Woah. Hold it, hold it!" Peeta had to bite back a smile as he looked to his son. "What is this? Are you trying to trick me? Where are the sports?" Then, in a low, near whisper, "Is this a kissing book?"

"Wait, just wait."

"Well, when does it get good?"

"Keep your shirt on, let me continue."

He took his son's sigh as approval.

"Peeta had no money for marriage, so he packed his few belongings and left the farm to seek his fortune across the sea.

Katniss and Peeta stood outside the house, holding each other tightly. It was a very emotional time for Katniss."

"I don't believe this!" The little boy sounded exasperated.

Peeta continued. "Katniss softly said, 'I fear I will never see you again.'
'Of course you will.' Peeta said, cupping her face in his hand.
'But what if something happens to you?'
Peeta grabbed both of her shoulders, meeting his gaze. 'Hear this now: I will always come for you.'
Katniss was near tears. 'But how can you be sure?'
Peeta smiled. 'This is True Love. You think this happens every day?'
And with one last kiss, he picked up his bag and walked away.

Sadly, Peeta didn't reach his destination. His ship was attacked by the Horrid Pirate Snow, who never left captives alive. When Katniss got the news that Peeta was murdered,—"

"Murdered by pirates is good…." He son said, a little too excitedly.

Peeta glanced at his son with a weary glance before continuing, "She went into her room and shut the door, and for days she neither slept nor ate. 'I will never love again.' She said to the empty room as she stared at the fire."

His son's eyes began to droop, so Peeta decided to skip to the end and go for the kill. "And as they reached for each other…" He paused

"What? What?" His son mumbled, near sleep.

"Ah, it's kissing again. You don't want to hear that."

"I don't mind so much." Sleep was nearly there.

Peeta smiled. "Oh, okay. Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. The end."

His son softly snored as Peeta gingerly got out of the bed, covered the boy, and turned to leave the room, jumping at the sight of Katniss, leaning in the door way, grinning.

"You forgot to tell him the part where he says, 'I always come back for what's mine.' And it was 'Always', not 'As you wish'."

"It's our love story. He'll hear about that in time." Peeta couldn't help his beaming smile as he approached his wife.

"I love you," she said, wrapping her arms around his chest, clutching him tightly like she had the pitcher all those years ago. Only the two of them knew it was a pearl and not a pitcher. "I'm glad you came back."

"Always," he whispered back, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.

"So we'll tell him someday? The real story? About the gam-" she couldn't quite finish the word. "The wa- The Mocki-" Her voice was trembling now. "Pri- Finni-…." She took a deep breath to steady her voice. Finally she was able to whisper, "Everything?"

Peeta nodded his eyes glinting mischievously and a new grin on his face despite the somber subject, "As you wish."