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Mockingjay Manor - Ch 8

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It’s Tuesday everlarkers, and that means it’s time to visit Mockingjay Manor again! Last week’s action-packed installment gave us some much-needed smut, but also found our foursome reduced to a trio and under attack on two fronts. You voted for Katniss to shoot the nefarious Dr. Snow and SAVE HER MAN! What happens now? Let’s check in with @xerxia31 to find out….

This chapter is rated M for canon-typical violence and lots of bad language.

As always, you have 48 hours, until noon EDT on Thursday, October 19th, to cast you votes in the notes or reblogs, not in the tags!!!

I’ve been shooting a recurve bow since I was barely tall enough to hold it, but a crossbow is a different animal, and this one is larger and more powerful than any I’ve ever shot before. Military-grade, in all likelihood. Deadly accurate in the right hands.

Mine are not those hands, not with this bow anyway. Not with my heart pounding like a jackhammer. Not with the wildly flickering lantern light, and with Finnick and some sort of deranged wolf-mutt screaming just feet away. But what choice do I have? I can’t let that madman drag Peeta away.

There’s no time to think. I lift the heavy crossbow with shaky hands, and aim. Snow is using Peeta’s much larger body as a shield, practically laughing at me from behind the semi-conscious form of the man I love. I take a deep breath, settle my body into the correct archer’s stance, and try to block out the chaos all around me. I can’t afford to miss my mark. Peeta’s life depends on it.

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Imagine Peeta proposing to Katniss on a early spring afternoon. They watch the sunset as they snuggle at the meadow. Peeta playing with her hair as she distracts herself staring at the sunset. Both of them feeling completely peaceful. When they’re about to head home, Katniss says “We should get going,” and he feels a tingling sensation of nervousness growing in his stomach. His heart beats fast and his breathing becomes heavier. Katniss notices that and asks “What’s wrong, Peeta?” and he begins to tell her all the things she’s made him feel, how much he loves her and that all they’ve gone through together was tough but worth living for to get where they’re. That he doesn’t want it any other way and that he wants to spend every single second of his life with her. After that he fishes something from his pocket and shows to Katniss the same pearl he once gave her in the quell but now crafted in a prong on a ring. He slides the ring shakily around her finger and by the time her watery eyes lock on his the big question emerges from his lips “Katniss, will you marry me?”.


What I need is the   d a n d e l i o n   in the spring. The   b r i g h t   y e l l o w   that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
(requested by matty-murdox)

Everlark tears for days

Let’s take a moment to realize that when footage of Katniss cuts into the capitol’s program for a second time it’s the verse from the hanging tree “Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.” When it cuts back to Peeta he warns her of the impending attack.

Since my dash is slow and the Everlark emotions are high…

Imagine Katniss and Peeta sharing their first kiss after the revolution. Their first kiss away from prying eyes. Away from the threat of others. Away from the pressure of the Capitol. The first kiss that’s genuinely them, and the spark to ignite their love again.

Imagine Peeta coming home one day from the bakery, and Katniss flinging herself at him with one simple word. “Toasting.”

Imagine Katniss and Peeta taking time out of their day to walk in the rain, because it holds high importance to the both of them. It reminds them how their relationship started, and reminds them of hope, love, and trust.

Imagine the look on Peeta’s face when Katniss tells him she’s ready for a baby.

Imagine it again when she tells him she’s pregnant.

And imagine Katniss and Peeta as happy, healthy parents, raising two beautiful children, knowing that life can, and did indeed become, good again.

I stared at the loaves in disbelief. They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas. Did he mean for me to have them? He must have. Because there they were at my feet. Before anyone could witness what had happened I shoved the loaves up under my shirt, wrapped the hunting jacket tightly about me, and walked swiftly away. The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

Collins, Suzanne (2009-09-01). The Hunger Games (p. 31). Scholastic Books. Kindle Edition. 

“…clinging to life.”

Peeta = bread = life…