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I know this is short notice, but……

I’ve decided to do “blog of the month”s!

• Must be following me
• Reblog this, likes do not count (Except for bookmarks)
• Reblog until Tuesday the 30th (2 days total)
• Since this is my first time doing them, and it’s such short notice, I will put up a poll with all the entries on Oct. 1st. Whoever has the most votes on October 7th (AKA: My 21st Birthday) wins!

Winner will get
• A follow back from me
• A spot in my BOTM update tab (Coming soon)
• And their name on a “past winners” page. (Also coming soon)

One more day left!

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I apologize in advance for any typos. It’s just something that came to my mind.


It was a habit of his. He’d lock himself in his room with only his most trusted advisor Haymitch alongside him.

But this time he had invited her in with him. She sat in a chair in the corner, watching as he and Haymitch plotted war strategies on a chessboard.

How had she gotten here? How in the world had she been lucky enough to fall in love and be loved back? Much less by Peeta, the king.

It was only by sheer fate that he even became king, as he was several down the line for the crown. But a great rebellion had taken place, Haymitch bearing the scars as proof, and had wiped out all the people above Peeta, and very nearly himself as well. But in the end he was left the crown, the remnants of a war to stamp out, and a wounded country to heal.

He and Katniss had grown up in the same village, and even played together as children. He had even saved her and her family’s lives once by giving them bread after her father had died, but then the war happened, and they didn’t meet again until one day on the battlefield. She had shot an arrow that saved his life.

"Well, we can’t have the king die, can we?" She had joked.

He had laughed. “Nah. Nobody needs me.”

And for reasons beyond her, whether from somewhere deep inside was a spark of truth, or merely to be kind, she had responded with, “I do. I need you.”

The look his face adopted was a look she could not discern, but it soon hid behind a grin as he asked, “So are you here to fight with me, Katniss? You going to protect me?”

"I am. I will. After all, that’s what we do, don’t we? Protect each other?"

He smiled a knowing smile. “So you’ll stay here, beside me? Shooting down all that dare defy me?” He puffed up his chest and held his head high, clearly a mocking gesture.

She smiled a real smile for the first time in a long time. “Always.”

She smiled at the memories, scowling when she heard her name being called. “Katniss?” Shaking her head from the fog, she looked up to see those blue eyes staring at her with concern. “Are you okay?”

"Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Just…. Thinking."

"Well come over here and use that brain of yours, Sweetheart." Haymitch waved her over as he spoke.

"To do what?"

"To help us come up with something, ‘cause so far we only have one strategy."

"And that is?"

His smile was smug. “Stay alive.”

She chuckled as she examined the board. They explained what each piece meant to them as far as camps and generals and such.

"Well, I have one strategy. I’m surprised you haven’t said it, Haymitch. It’s what you used to tell us before every battle."

"I’ve drunk since then."

“‘Remember who the real enemy is.’”

Peeta looked confused. “We know who the remaining rebels are.”

"No. It’s in reference to yourself. He meant that we could not second guess ourselves. Second guessing only leaves room for error. We are our own worst enemy. So long as we can keep that a bay, anything is possible."

Peeta looked between Haymitch and Katniss, a look of awe and admiration on his face. “Well, what do you suggest?”

"Well," Katniss began, holding up the piece representing Peeta. "The people. They need their king."

Peeta picked up the piece representing her. “They also need their queen.”

They smiled at one another as Haymitch picked up his own piece, wiggling it in the air between his thumb and index finger. “Hey. They need this guy, too.”

“‘All the world’s a stage and all of us merely players.’” Katniss said.

"We’re more than just pieces in a game. If there’s one thing being king has taught me is you have to be what everyone wants. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a soldier? It’s that you have to make your own rules. Don’t be or do what they want or expect."

"So what do we do?" Haymitch asked quietly.

"Katniss?" Peeta looked to her.

As she stared at the chessboard she mulled over her words. Finally looking up to the two pairs of eyes staring at her, waiting on her, she knew what she would say. After all, there are worse games to play.

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So that poll was productive.

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  • A compliment
  • A story
  • Why you follow me
  • If you met me what would you do
  • A cute message
  • One thing you want to tell me
  • One thing you want to know about me
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