What happened after "I do"?

A/N: [COMPLETE!!!] My ideas on what would go on if the characters of The Mortal Instruments had Twitter and the conversations they would have. XD enjoy. There will be twenty conversations in this story. :)

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am eighteen years old. I survived The Hunger Games twice. Peeta was hijacked. He was rescued and he's fighting to return to his old self. I led the revolution that led to the fall of President Snow. Snow. Snow is dead. Coin is dead. Boggs is dead. Finnick is dead. Prim is dead. Everyone is dead and it's my fault. It's my fault. __ Even though the Hunger Games are gone, reduced to the hauntingly horrifying memory of those who took place in it, the demons of Katniss Everdeen's past loom over her, with her wherever she goes. Though she will learn to cope with her losses with the help of Peeta Mellark, whom she holds closely to her heart. Together, the two will help each other to become new people and start their lives again, braving all of the new horrors and setbacks to come with the other by their side. ~There are much worse games to play~ I don't own The Hunger Games. All rights go to Suzanne Collins.

"I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones." What if Tobias and Tris hadn't met each other in Dauntless? What if fate won over chance, and their lives had continued.. in Abnegation?

What would have happened if Katniss didn't take Prim's spot in The Hunger Games? Would anything be any different? Would a new story unfold? This is my version. *WARNING: Things have been changed. Don't say I didn't warn you.*

Tobias has been torn for two years. His heart aching from Tris. But when a baby is mysteriously put on his step one night, what is he to do? When he finds out that the baby, Raven, is his and Tris's. He tries to be the loving father he can be. But that is only half the story. Read the story to find out what happens in the other half.

❝ my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations. but you, hazel grace, you’re a supernova. ❞ // based on john green’s “the fault in our stars”