#thg tickling

[ticklishraspberries]

Neck Kisses (Katniss/Peeta)

Summary: Peeta gives Katniss kisses over the years. (Week #4 of @august-anon's Tickletober prompts!! I've never written a Hunger Games fic before so let me know if y'all like it and/or want to see more!!)

The lights are blinding, and Katniss is struggling to keep that fake smile on her face. They’ve been standing, taking photos, being gawked at for what has felt like years.

Cinna has dressed her in gold. Peeta’s suit matches perfectly. He does look handsome, but she isn’t sure the color really does him any favors: The shimmer pops on her skin tone, compliments her dark hair and eyes, but Peeta’s pale and blonde and would probably suit silver more, she thinks. Not that she knows anything about fashion, nor does she care about how Peeta dresses. She only cares about how he’ll fight in the arena, and how his hand around her waist right now is really irritating. She wants nothing more than to shrug him off, to roll her eyes right at those cameras, to take all the stupid pins out of her hair.

Instead, she just stands and tries to look pretty.

Peeta’s head moves in her peripheral vision and she shoots him a confused glance, and then twitches when he presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder where the dress has left her skin exposed. No one has ever kissed her there, and goosebumps immediately spread over her skin. It doesn’t feel bad, but she still digs her elbow into his side in retaliation anyway, because he could have at least warned her that he and Haymitch were upping the affection quota.

When they’re finally free from the cameras and lights, and Katniss has shed most of her ridiculous outfit, Peeta comes and sits beside her, away from prying eyes.

“Sorry I kissed your shoulder,” he says, avoiding her eyes. “Haymitch and Effie have been trying to get me to…sell this whole love story thing. I should have asked you if that was okay first, I just had the idea in the moment and went for it.”

Katniss looks him up and down, the shyness in his body language and the genuinity in his tone, and her hard expression softens just a little. “It’s fine. Just…warn me next time.”

He nods, offering her a little smile. Then, after a moment of comfortable silence, he asks: “Did it tickle?”

“What?”

“When I kissed you. It seemed like it tickled.”

Katniss does roll her eyes now, ignoring the way her face feels suddenly warm under his scrutiny. “No, it just felt weird. And I wasn’t expecting it.”

Peeta has this stupid smile on his face that makes Katniss want to punch him. But, there are rules about tributes fighting, and she also doesn’t think she could really hurt him when he looks so innocent, so…She huffs and gets to her feet.

“So, you aren’t ticklish? I just think if we’re going to be allies, I should know your weaknesses, you know?” Peeta says, and he’s fully grinning now.

“Goodnight, Peeta,” she replies, refusing to turn back and let him see the way her lips have started to curl. Watching him try to find the light, the humor in this all, to get to know her even though it’s probable he will have to kill her…Well, those thoughts dampen her mood quite quickly.

The truth is, she is ticklish. Most of her experience with tickling has been her tickling Prim, and sometimes Gale tickling her, but she always fights him tooth and nail when he does it. He’s usually all rough hands squeezing her sides and scribbling behind her knees. What Peeta had done was different, it was gentle and made her stomach flutter…She supposes it would have felt nice, if they had been alone, and she had known he was going to do it, and could have prepared.

She falls asleep trying to ignore the little voice in her mind that wants him to do it again.

***

The sound of birds chirping outside the window is what wakes her.

Katniss blinks against the sunshine seeping into the room, and settles comfortably into Peeta’s arms that are wrapped around her waist. The morning is still, the children still sleeping instead of climbing into their bed with excited babbling as they do most mornings.

Peeta begins to stir beside her, and Katniss finds herself smiling as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning,” she replies softly.

Peeta’s lips press a soft kiss to the skin of her shoulder, and then continues to pepper those little kisses up to her jaw and back down again. She’s giggling in seconds, having been unprepared for such antics so early. She’s still stubborn as she was as a scrappy teenager in the Seam, and normally when Peeta tickles her, she holds her laughter in and fights back, turning the tables or running off into the grass. She doesn’t have that chance now, lovingly encased in his arms and still too sleepy to launch an escape plan.

She doesn’t even remember the first time he pressed his lips there, back before the first Games, on that stage with the blinding lights. That feels lifetimes away, has been buried under much worse memories, forgotten. They are making new memories now, better ones.

“Peeta, we’ll wake them,” she says, trying to keep her giggling to a low volume.

Peeta just grins. “They’ll be up soon anyway.”

And with that, he starts tickling her belly with ten fast fingers, and Katniss has no choice but to dissolve into laughter. It isn’t long until the children are roused by the sound, curious as to what their mama could be finding so funny.

Now, she starts her day with genuine smiles, laughter, and love.

[chaoticklefics]

Watched The Hunger Games tonight, and I find myself creating t-word scenarios for the cast and characters.

Mild spoilers ahead!!!

Like you CANNOT tell me that Jennifer didn’t tickle Josh’s thigh during the scene when she was tending to his leg wound. Like he even makes a startled, gasp like whimper during the scene and yeah sure, it’s supposed to be a scene in which he is trying to convey the pain his character feels but knowing Jennifer’s playful and goofy personality, I feel like she definitely tickled him while applying the medicine in that scene and no I’m not even sorry for coming up with that conclusion.

(You can watch the whole movie series here on Netflix until March 30th, btw!) ✨

[stillresolved]

@mythvoiced got a one liner!

“It’s okay. I…I don’t think they’re wrong about me anyways.”

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

"Gale says I never smile except in the woods." - Katniss, THG, Ch. 1.

I present to you: Instances of Katniss effortlessly smiling/laughing around/because of Peeta in the first book:

Peeta unexpectedly laughs. “He was drunk,” says Peeta. “He’s drunk every year.”  “Every day,” I add. I can’t help smirking a little. 

“Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn’t he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?” says Peeta.  “With all that alcohol in him, it’s probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,” I say.  And suddenly we’re both laughing. I guess we’re both so nervous about the Games and more pressingly, petrified of being turned into human torches, we’re not acting sensibly. 

When we finally escape to bed on the second night, Peeta mumbles, “Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.”  I make a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a laugh. Then catch myself. It’s messing with my mind too much, trying to keep straight when we’re supposedly friends and when we’re not. 

“I hope that’s how people interpret the four I’ll probably get,” says Peeta. “If that. Really, is anything less impressive than watching a person pick up a heavy ball and throw it a couple of yards. One almost landed on my foot.”  I grin at him and realize that I’m starving. 

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me.  The thought makes me smile. 

“Lean down a minute first,” he says. “Need to tell you something.” I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle as he whispers. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”  I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” 

“Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words.  “How about that kiss?”  I burst out laughing because the whole thing is so revolting I can’t stand it. 

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says. “I was worried about you.”  I have to laugh as I ease him back down. “You were worried about me? Have you taken a look at yourself lately?” 

“So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent,” Peeta says.  “Oh, please,” I say, laughing. 

“What’s the problem?” I say with a grin.  “The problem is we’re both still alive. Which only reinforces the idea in your mind that you did the right thing,” says Peeta. 

“Ah, that’ll be nice,” says Peeta, tightening his arms around me. “You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games’ tales.”  “I told you, he hates me!” I say, but I can’t help laughing at the image of Haymitch becoming my new pal. 

“Hey, Effie, watch this!” says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean with his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, “We miss you, Effie!”  I cover his mouth with my hand, but I’m laughing. “Stop! Cato could be right outside our cave.” 

[mollywog]

Hello there ☺️ first all you I wanted to tell you that I love your blog and analysis so much 🫶

I was reading THG and got to the part where Peeta asked to be coached separately and Katniss feels betrayed and that was so funny to me because she had spent several chapters complaining about having to do everything together, and when she finally got her wish, she felt betrayed. Granted, she did mention it was ridiculous to feel this way, but her thought process in the first book is all over the place. Like when Peeta smiled and waved at people as they arrived at the Capitol because one of them could be rich and she said that he hadn’t accepted his death yet which meant he was fighting hard to kill her, I was like 😂😭 Katniss please, maybe he is hoping someone else will kill you and not him just like you did when he was reaped? Seriously though, I don’t know if Peeta had decided to protect Katniss instead of fighting for his own survival at this point, but he had definitely made a decision by the time he asked to be coached separately, what do you think?

Also when she doesn’t understand what he meant by wanting to die as himself and not being another piece in their games and she gets so angry at his apparent moral superiority that she said he would probably become like a raging beast tribute, and then when the games start she is all worried about Peeta and happy to know he survived, I cannot 😭 I wish I had read this book before watching the movie and anything else about the franchise because Peeta was such an enigma for the most part, would I have been as confused as Katniss? Hahaha

Anywho, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day 💞

First of all: Thank you for the kind words and for popping in my asks!!

I adore Katniss and I love that we view the trilogy through her perspective. She’s so funny! And I am always tickled by the things she narrates, but doesn’t ‘process’

So you said reading and not rereading so I’ll put some thoughts about Peeta being coached separately under the cut

*Catching Fire Spoiler (chapter 5)*

On the Victory Tour after the speech and shooting in District 11

“Don’t bother, Haymitch. I know you had to choose one of us. And I’d have wanted it to be her. But this is something different. People are dead out there. More will follow unless we’re very good. We all know I’m better than Katniss in front of the cameras. No one needs to coach me on what to say. But I have to know what I’m walking into,” says Peeta.

To me this indicates that Peeta didn’t tell Haymitch - pick Katniss. (I also have thoughts on Haymitch ‘choosing’ Katniss)

On one hand Peeta says

“It doesn’t matter, Katniss,” he says. “I’ve never been a contender in these Games anyway.”

But also says

“No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,” says Peeta.

And really, admitting his crush worked in both their favors.

Katniss refers to herself as forgettable, and maybe the interview alone was lackluster but Katniss was not forgettable - Volunteering for her sister, the 11 training score, (those things paired with being from a outlying district) and add in Cinna’s outfits… Peeta’s admission helped, but Katniss was already the girl-on-fire! Up until the interview Peeta was the unforgettable one.

Furthermore joining the careers benefits him as well: He’s keeping-his-enemies-closer (his strength is reading people and persuading them) and ensuring he has access to food and weapons.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

my mom follows this pagan religion that's heavily targeted and demonized in my country. her small altar of worship is hidden on her backyard, for example, not openly seen. i kind of grew up around it all, but subtly and only on the surface, because my father is catholic and doesn't like my mom's belief. anyway, since they divorced my mom has been slowly going back to her pagan roots and it makes me really proud to see her growth. today, for the first time, she brought me to her altar to do a small offering to our spirit guides: the spirits asked for beignets and coffee, so that's what we gave them lol and while making the beignets, i couldn't help connecting it to spellbound!! it made me all soft and warm inside considering spellbound is my favorite story of all time (fine, thg is actually my favorite. but it is a close second!). spellbound is not even finished yet and the comfort it brings me has made me more comfortable to explore this aspect of my mother's family that has been lost throughout my childhood. no need to reply to this, i just wanted to show you my gratitude for coming up with this amazing story!! happy holidays, kdnfb ❤️✨

Dear Anon, Can I just say thank you for sharing this with me? It's very heartwarming to hear about your mother reclaiming part of herself and sharing it with you. Religion is such a tricky topic, but I am so glad you felt you could share this with me. And I laughed when you mentioned that the spirits wanted beignets and coffee. Spellbound Madge and Katniss would be tickled. I hope you and your mom are having a lovely start to the new year!

<3 kdnfb

[king-maven-calore]

annie just so yknow... i would eat up your 10k essays on ANYTHING about rq (actually i should write one when i'm free and reread the series again)

i'm not really on booktok, booktube or booktwt but when i am, oh boy it makes me wish i never delved into them in the first place bc... the amount of rq hate is just disheartening, esp from someone who went through a difficult time and learned to heal bc of the series (it makes me biased but whatever). there are ppl who haven't read the books at all or gone past the first book which is so 😶🤧

like i've heard ppl say it's boring and predictable, esp the latter, and i'm like hm... i haven't read thg or s&b at all so maybe that's why i don't get it?? i also went into rq fully knowing the plot twist and i still enjoyed it so???

sighhh honestly i'm glad that i still have this side of the fandom bc i definitely would've questioned myself and my taste in books bc of what i've seen. if i didn't have a few ppl loving about rq, i probably would've shut up about it forever so i don't get blasted 💀

I guess that bc I follow VA on tiktok, I'm on the RQ appreciation side of it so I don't get negative reviews or hate 🤔. After all, it's a matter of perspective. From what I gather based on the notes on tumblr posts when the series was being published, it did receive a lot of love from bookblr in its time. Don't question your taste in books so harshly 👏

other popular book series such as THG resist the test of time and criticism to an extent bc they were quite revolutionary in terms of themes and being genre-defining. S&B persisted bc it's in a world that still to this day gets new books, and now bc of the show, not bc of story quality (In my personal opinion, the S*x of Crows' good fame rubs on the underserving S&B shitshow of a story). The RQ world is quite formulaic and follows these other two footsteps, especially in the beginning, but that can be said about literally any piece of media.

For me, that's the fun part of media criticism: learning to identify as many components of a story as you can, finding patterns and deviations, and finally seeing how it all works together, while also identifying what parts tickle your fancy, and which ones are negative to you. The reason that makes me love Glass Sword, is the same reason that made my sister hate it. It's fine.

Ultimately, you can defend the books you like if it's like an interesting discussion with another reader, and y'all are being respectful, but at some point, we need to be able to acknowledge that sometimes we like crap. That's also ok 😂.

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#5

It really tickles me whenever Republicans complain about Bruce Springsteen “turning” left wing. Like who?? Who are you talking about?? Bruce “Born in the USA is an angry war protest song” Springsteen?? Bruce “fuck off Ronald Reagan” Springsteen?? Bruce “mouthpiece of the working & middle class” Springsteen?? Bruce “kissed a Black man on the mouth during the height of the AIDS epidemic” Springsteen?? Bruce “nobody wins unless everybody wins” Springsteen?? Bruce “fuck you NYPD I’ll perform American Skin anyway” Springsteen?? Bruce “the greedy thieves who came around and ate the flesh of everything they found whose crimes have gone unpunished now, walk the streets as free men now” Springsteen??

Because I just KNOW you’re not talking about that Bruce

226 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 17:06:38 GMT

#4

Deleting my dating apps because I want to meet someone the old fashioned way (putting my adopted wizard son on a special rock so he can reach out to another wizard who will come to my rescue from homicidal androids and then bring my son to his wizard school)

286 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 15:47:39 GMT

#3

Palpatine: I have no doubt this boy is the offspring of Anakin Skywalker

Vader, internally:

298 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 07:34:05 GMT

#2

The juxtaposition of Snow constantly talking about how humans are innately violent/need to be controlled.....with Katniss finishing off the series by saying how she makes a list in her head of every good thing she's seen someone do, and how that helps to bring her peace when she has nightmares....quite brill innit luv xx

424 notes • Posted 2021-03-17 16:14:49 GMT

#1

it's been years and i certainly don't go here anymore but i'm gonna choose to believe that the reason supernatural never used a springsteen song, despite their protag being a supposed classic rock fan, is because bruce simply said no. he said i did not write backstreets just for you to claim that dean is straight. hit the bricks

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2, 3, 6, 7!

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Hmmm. I’ve definitely written more of Finn/Poe as BroTP than OTP, but I do think that they should have been canon (if Finn/Rey couldn’t be, then Finn/Poe or IDEAL WORLD: Finn/Poe/Rey should have been). I never understood shipping Gale/Johanna in THG, but I also don’t even think that they’d’ve been bros, they would have just bitten each other with malice aforethought I think. Harry/Hermione will NEVER make sense as an OTP to me, ever, but HP is #cancelled so that doesn’t matter anymore anyway.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Yes. Curate your own experience online, people!

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

Not really? I tend to be very gut-driven for ships and I also am a BIG multishipper, so unless I FUCKING HATE something, I probably ship it at least a little bit in specific contexts or AUs or whatever.

I did used to love reading Ship Manifestos (and it tickles me that Nile/Booker has one! Bring back ship manifestos!) and understanding why people shipped things that I’d never considered before, and honestly -- I’ve said it before -- if anyone could actually explain to me what the fuck the appeal of reylo is I wouldn’t hate it so much probably because at least I could apply their reasoning to it, but. Not a ship I HATED, no. There are definitely ships that I’ve gone, “Okay, in X context, I can see shipping it, but not in a canon story,” but even then, if it feels too OOC I just can’t ship it.

There have been specific FICS that I’ve enjoyed for pairings that I don’t like (there are some great Gale/Katniss fics!) but I wouldn’t say I like the PAIRING now.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

Not really. I pretty much like stuff forever once I like it, hence my Pinterest hobby of creating Strawberry Shortcake OCs, lol. I don’t really believe in growing out of stuff, and it’s easy to access my emotional heartspace for things when I see them and go, “Ah, yes, I remember exactly how much joy this gave me and I still love it for that.”

But I do have a hard time with 1D stuff because of Larries, and I do still feel pretty betrayed by the SW Sequel Trilogy as a whole for shafting Finn, Poe, AND Rey (and Rose, and Jannah, and Leia, and Luke, and Black Squadron, and...) and not giving us the Trio trilogy we deserved.

Actually you know what? You know what thing I watched in the past year that DID NOT hold up at all? The You’re Invited To Mary-Kate and Ashley’s... videos. I fucking loved them as a kid and they are NOT GOOD. There is NOTHING charming there. Nada.

[everlarkstoastbabies]

Into the Woods- a THG drabble

[javistg]

Tribute. Victor. Neighbour. Friend.

This short story is my little Christmas present for @moviefangal, @booksrockmyface, @xerxia31, @burkygirl, @katnissdoesnotfollowback, @mtk4fun, @lynamloveseverlark, @savvylark, @everlarkingjoshifer, @thegirlfromoverthepond, @greetingsfromthenorthernsea, @akai-echo, @titaniasfics, @notanislander, @jroseley, @otrascosasseries, @papofglencoe, @eala-musings, @randomnoteforfuturereference, @ghtlovesthg, @deinde-prandium, @rosefyrefyre, @567inpanem, @akosiroxy, @sothereff, @starveinsafety, @rosefyrefyre, @alliswell21, @lifeisshiny,  @mega-aulover, @vega-sheliak, @arabeth-thea, @louezem, @katamount, @roseymama, @gentlemama, @norbertsmom​, @thegreatorangedragon​, @thelettersfromnoone​, @everlarkedalways, @honeylime08, @peetabreadgirl and everyone else who make my days on Tumblr so much fun.

Happy holidays! Hope you enjoy.

Summary. Two-part story. Canon divergent. Set between the end of THG and the beginning of Catching Fire. What if Prim had helped Peeta and Katniss work out their differences a bit sooner.

 Part 1. The Neighbor.

 Peeta crossed his arms over his chest and let out a satisfied sigh.

 Three perfect loaves rested on his kitchen counter. Their golden, crisp crusts made his mouth water.

 He closed his eyes and took a deep breath allowing the enticing smell of freshly baked bread to tickle his nose.

 A smile spread across his lips and, for the first time in what felt like ages, he laughed. The empty house in Victors’ Village was finally beginning to feel like a home.

 Taking advantage of his good mood, Peeta opened a drawer and pulled out two clean tea towels. After laying them flat on the countertop, he placed a loaf inside each and left the third one for later.

 With practiced ease, he wrapped each bread in its towel and, after stacking one loaf on top of the other, he slid them over the countertop and into his waiting arms.

 Another deep breath settled his nerves.

 With newfound determination, he squared his shoulders, plastered a smile on his face, and made his way to Katniss’s house.

 Mrs. Everdeen opened the door, blue eyes surprised to find him standing on her front porch. “Good morning, Peeta!”

 “Hello, Mrs. E.,” he said in the friendliest tone he could muster. With one sheepish look at the covered loaves bundled in the crook of his arm, he said, “Looks like I baked a little too much this morning.”

 Handing one of the loaves to her, he added, “I thought I’d share with my neighbors. Hope that’s ok.”

 Mrs. Everdeen smiled kindly at him. “Thank you, Peeta, that’s very nice of you.” She reached out to accept his offering. He could see her knuckles turning slightly white as her fingers tightened around the still warm loaf.

 "You're welcome," he said. Before they could exchange any more pleasantries, —or she felt compelled to ask him in— Peeta cocked his head towards Haymitch’s house, and added, “Gotta go. One more delivery to make!”

 “See you later, then. Have a good day!” Mrs. Everdeen said affably before stepping back to close the door.

 Peeta turned back on his steps.

 In one cleansing exhale, he released all the air from his lungs. A sense of peaceful well-being enveloped him, and he walked the short distance to Haymitch’s house on much lighter feet.

 He had spent the last few weeks holed up in his house, licking his wounds and living like a hermit. But he’d had enough. He was a victor, a survivor, and he was done feeling sorry for himself.

 His family didn’t want to share in his good fortune? That was their loss.

 Katniss wouldn’t give him the time of day? That was her choice.

 He wasn’t going to force Katniss to acknowledge him, but he refused to spend any more time hiding in the shadows and acting like he had done something wrong.

 District 12 was big enough for both of them. He could be neighborly and sociable without interacting with Katniss Everdeen. Wasn’t that what he’d done for most of his life anyway?

 XXXXX

 The soft knock on the front door caught him by surprise. Intrigued, Peeta rushed to answer.

 His eyes widened when he caught sight of Prim waiting on his front porch; her smile shy and hesitant as she stood, ramrod straight, clutching a wooden box in her small hands.

 “Hey, Prim.”

 “Hi, Peeta,” she answered politely. “I stopped by to bring you this.” In one fluid motion, she pushed the box into his hands.

 Dumbstruck, he took the box from her. It was heavier than he’d expected. His fingers caressed the smooth surface which had been varnished with a blue hue.

 “Thanks,” he said, lifting the box so he could inspect it more closely. “What’s in it?”

 “Some ointments and balms,” Prim explained.

 “Did your mother make them?”

 She nodded. “I helped a little,” she added with a small shrug.

 Peeta smiled. He was about to thank her for the present and send her on her merry way when a thought popped into his head. Before he had time to second-guess himself, he asked, “Hey, I was just about to make a cup of tea. Would you like some?”

 Prim’s mouth dropped open and, for an instant, Peeta thought she was going to decline his offer but, instead, she said, “Sure. I’d love some.”

 Opening the door wider for her, he said, “Alright, come on right in.”

 XXXXX

 Peeta walked into his kitchen with Prim trailing close behind.

 “Grab a stool and sit down,” he instructed, carefully leaving his wooden box on top of the kitchen island. “Which one do you prefer, mint or black?” he asked, placing two containers in front of her.

 Prim cocked her head to the side. “Mint, please.”

 “Very well, mint it is.” Grabbing the container with the mint leaves, Peeta turned to the stove and busied himself with the tea.

 Sitting on her stool, Prim watched as her neighbor measured tea leaves and poured hot water into a large teapot.

 She had never been to Peeta’s house before, and she was surprised to discover that, although the structural layout was exactly the same as in Katniss’s, the décor was entirely different.

 Mrs. Everdeen had chosen traditional pieces that gave the place a formal look, but the furniture in Peeta’s house was a lot more modest and inviting, homelier. Prim quickly decided she liked it.

 Peeta was still busy arranging teacups and a small plate with cookies on a tray when Prim’s eyes landed on a small watercolor which hung on the wall closest to the back door. It was a landscape of the meadow at springtime. It was so vivid she could almost smell the damp earth and feel the soft blades of grass brushing against her fingers.

 “Did you paint that?” she asked, pointing at the picture.

 Startled, Peeta turned around. Narrowing his eyes, he followed the direction of Prim’s finger. “Oh! Yeah. I painted that a while back.”

 With a sigh, Peeta grabbed the tray laden with goodies and took it over to the island where Prim was sitting. With a steady hand, he poured a cup and handed it over to her. Then, he repeated the process, pouring some tea for himself before sitting down on his own stool.  

 “Cookie?” he offered, pushing the small plate towards his visitor.

 Nodding, Prim reached for one of the cookies and held it in her hand. Her eyes lit up as she inspected the frosting. Peeta had decorated it with a lilac bloom. “You’ve always been very talented, you know?”

 Peeta’s cheeks turned pink at the girl’s praise. “Thanks, Prim,” he mumbled.

 Prim bit into the cookie, chewing thoughtfully before speaking again. “I’ve always liked your cakes --especially the ones you made in spring with all the different flowers. I used to beg Katniss to take me to the bakery so that I could see them,” she said, smiling brightly at the happy memory.

 Peeta took a sip of his tea, grateful for Prim’s warmth and innocence. If he closed his eyes, he could still recall Katniss’s visits to the bakery and the awe in Prim’s pretty face; her nose pressed against the window as she admired his creations.

 “I also like your signature,” Prim added, seemingly as lost in her memories as he was.

 Peeta straightened up, leaving his cup back on the table. “My signature?”

 Prim’s head bobbed up and down. “The Katniss flower. Most of your cakes had one; small and white. It was usually tucked into a corner, hidden beneath other things, but I always spotted it. It was almost like a game.”

 Peeta swallowed thickly. Prim was right. For years he had played with the white petals, carefully coloring the center of the flowers with beetroot juice whenever he could find it. But he hadn’t thought anyone had noticed.

 His chest tightened to the point of nausea as he asked, “Does your sister know?”

 Prim quickly shook her head. “I never told her. I honestly thought it was just a coincidence.”

 Peeta chuckled, there wasn’t any joy in it, just relief. After everything he’d been through in the last couple of months, he didn’t think he couldn’t handle knowing that Katniss might have had an inkling into what his feelings were all along.

 With a sigh, Peeta turned away from Prim.

 His eyes landed on the present she had given him. Eager to find a distraction, he reached for it and placed it next to his teacup. “So, what have we got here?” he asked, raising his eyebrows questioningly at the sight of the six small glass jars packed inside the box.

 “Just a few basics,” Prim said. Pointing to each jar, she explained, “The first one is for burns, you’ll probably use this one the most. The second one is to prevent infection in case of cuts. The third one will come in handy during the summer, it’s for mosquito bites, reduces the swelling and prevents itching. The fourth is for winter; you have to rub it on your back and chest if you have a cold. The last two are oils. You have to put a few drops in a bowl with boiling water --or in a humidifier if you have one. They’re soothing, and they’ll help you relax. You can use them at night before you go to sleep.”

 Peeta nodded, quickly taking in all of Prim’s instructions. “Thank you, Prim. This is a great present. Please tell your mom how much I appreciate it.”

 Prim blew into her teacup and took a small sip. “Sure. I’ll let her know.”

 A comfortable silence settled over the pair as they both drank their teas and nibbled on a few more cookies.

 Peeta had almost drained his cup when Prim cleared her throat. “Can I ask you something?”

 Peeta looked up. For the first time since she’d stepped into his house, her voice sounded strained.

 “Sure, Prim, anything.”

 Prim wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders dropped. He could almost see the air leaving her lungs in one shaky exhale. “Do you have them?” she asked.

 Peeta waited for a moment, mind racing as he tried to figure out what Prim was talking about.  When she didn’t offer any more information, he asked, “What are you talking about, Prim?”

 Blue eyes, sad and worried, locked with his. “Nightmares,” she clarified. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. “Do you have nightmares, Peeta?”

 His whole body went numb. Of course, he had nightmares. It was one of the darker realities of being a victor. He had a lot of money, a lot of free time, and plenty of ghosts to keep him company.

 Looking past his anxiety, he saw Prim sitting across from him, hugging herself while she waited for his answer.

 The young girl who had initially been chosen to be his companion in the arena looked a lot older than any 12-year-old ever should. Who could blame her after everything she’d been through lately?

 What would have happened to her, he wondered, if Katniss hadn’t volunteered to take her place. What would have happened to me?

 His gut twisted uncomfortably at the question. He didn’t have to dig too deep to know that neither one of them would be there, having tea in his kitchen, if Katniss hadn’t stepped up.

 Katniss.

 Suddenly, Prim’s question made a lot more sense.

 Looking straight into the girl’s eyes, he admitted, “I do. I have them almost every night.”

 Prim’s whole posture relaxed as if a great weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

 Trying to keep his voice steady, Peeta asked, “How about Katniss, does she have bad dreams?”

 Prim nodded. Her eyes turned glassy, but she kept her tears at bay. “She wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. Sometimes I understand what she says, but there are nights when I don’t know what’s going on.” Dropping her hands on her lap, she laced them together. “I know she doesn’t want to scare me, but she always looks terrified, like her mind is trapped in the arena or something.”

 Peeta’s teacup rattled as he clumsily placed it on its saucer.

 His hands trembled as he felt the effect of Prim’s words, slicing through him like a warm knife cutting through butter, quickly melting the resentment and anger he’d been carrying around ever since he’d come back from the Capitol.

 He had been so mad at Katniss, --blaming her for turning him into a lovesick idiot, a blundering fool who had opened his heart only to have it trampled on— that he’d never stopped to consider how she might be feeling or how she was handling her life as a victor.  

 “I’m sorry, Prim,” he mumbled, his voice raw and broken.

 Prim smiled kindly at him as she shook her head. Her cheeks turned pink when she added, “Sometimes she calls out your name.”

 “What?” Peeta croaked.

 Slowly, Prim went on, “She calls out for you, asks you to run or wait. She asks you to stop, to stay. She gets mad and cries when you don’t listen.”

 Peeta released the air burning his lungs in one long exhale. The room around him began to spin making him nauseous.

 Wrapping his hands around the edge of the tabletop, he pressed down. Hard. Anchoring himself to the room.

 Gradually, his breathing evened out, his heart stopped pounding.

 Collecting his thoughts, he said, “I dream about her too.”

 Prim’s head snapped up. “You do?”

 Peeta opened his mouth to speak but stopped, unsure of how to explain what his dreams were about without scaring Prim too much.

 How could he tell her that he saw her sister dying every night, bleeding in his arms as he stood by unable to do anything but watch? He didn’t have the right words to explain how the weight of Katniss’s lifeless body, pressing down on his lap while he yelled at her to stay alive, remained with him long after he woke up from his nightly terrors.

 Swallowing thickly, he said, “I dream of her slipping between my fingers.”

 He didn’t know if his words made a lot of sense. But Prim seemed to get the picture. Her slight nod made him believe she understood.

[simonssnow]

hmm i’m not sure what you ship but how about peeta and katniss for the ship game? (i’ll get to that moodboard thingy btw!!)

aaah yes I love peeta and Katniss sm

Who sad ‘I love you’ first?Well we know that Katniss kinda struggles with that so definitely peeta

Who would have the others picture as their phone background?Once again I think peeta would have just Katniss, and Katniss I think would have a picture of herself peeta and prim

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?Both. It’s like a cute way they communicate when talkings too hard

Who buys the other cheeses gifts?Peeta buys them for Katniss all the time (she secretly loves them) and on special occasions (valentines ect) they get them for eachother

Who initiated their first kiss?Well we all know how that went

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?I think Katniss kisses peeta awake tbh, (even tho they both have nightmares I think peeta sleeps late in the mornings)

Who starts tickle fights?Peeta, when Katniss ain’t feeling to happy, but if she doesn’t want tickles he would stop

Who asks if they can join the other in the shower?

Who surprsies the other with lunch at work?Both. But I can especially imagine Katniss bringing peeta good while he’s painting

Who was nervous and why on the first date?Well, they both were, but especially peeta cause he’s (finally!) on a date with the girl he’s had a crush on forever

Who kills/takes out the spiders?Katniss. Definitely Katniss.

Who loudly proclaims their live while drunk?Katniss for sure.

Aaah I’ve missed thinking about these two, I haven’t read/watched thg in way too long. Also, sorry for the messy format, I’m using my phone :/ Thanks for the ask!!

[explodingpringlescans]

-casually awakens your THG nostalgia- I'm gonna go with Heavenscoin for the ship meme thing!

YAAAAAAAAS

•Who said “I love you” first: Plutarch. They were saying goodnight after a long night of work and he accidentally said “Goodnight. Love you.” He screamed internally the entire rest of the night.

•Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Plutarch. He’d have a picture of Coin looking very presidential, like right before a big speech.

•Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Neither of them, usually. Hot water is pretty tightly regulated in 13, and neither of them are fond of getting fingerprints on the mirror.

•Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Neither of them have much to give away in 13. Plutarch gave Coin a really gaudy, flashy necklace in their younger days as a joke. She never wears it, but she still kept it in her room somewhere.

•Who initiated the first kiss: It was a mutual thing. It was the early days of the rebellion and they were both young and slightly wasted on smuggled Capitol wine. They both thought it was the wine talking, but they both went with it. No one was around to know; no harm, no foul.

•Who kisses the other awake in the morning: They both know that they need what little sleep they can get; it’s rare that they’ll want to wake each other up. They’ve both given the other a quick forehead kiss on occasion, especially if they’re still half asleep, and thus more affectionate.

•Who starts tickle fights: Plutarch tried. Once. That was the last tickle fight ever initiated in 13.

•Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Usually it’s Plutarch, but Coin was the first one to do it. She said it was simply to save water. To this date, it is her most poorly-executed lie.

•Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Coin. She knows the cooks of 13 well enough that she can call in a few favors from time to time. It’s usually not much of an alteration to the standard food, a little extra salt here, an extra teaspoon of gravy there, but Plutarch notices. He thinks it’s cute. He thinks it’s adorable that she doesn’t think he notices. (She does, in fact, know.)

•Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Both of them. Coin is not one for small talk, and doesn’t like going too into detail about herself or her life. Plutarch is great in casual settings or if he’s trying to get someone to cooperate, but he’s kind of awkward if he actually likes someone. That was where the smuggled Capitol wine came in handy.

•Who kills/takes out the spiders: Coin. Plutarch would just let them be someone else’s problem, but Coin is absolutely not a fan of the little fuckers. She will smash them with extreme prejudice and cool precision.

•Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Plutarch. It happened once before (they’re both fans of smuggled booze). He even used her first name and called her pretty. She tried to shush him, but the alcohol made her a bad judge of her own volume; her shushing was almost as loud as his proclamation. He ended up loudly whispering the same thing after the shushing anyway.

[everlarkingjoshifer]

The Girl In Front of Me.....

So because @everlarkedalways is hosting a Re-thg reading and we’re currently on chapters 1 and 2. I decided to write a small tiny drabble. (which is rare considering all of my writing is hella stupid long) Normally I’m not much to write about little overlooked details but there was just one that I couldn’t ignore that was mentioned by @ghtlovesthg. Here’s your drabble dear, Hope you like it. Now I will like to mention that this is on a whim kind of thing and it hasn’t been beta’d by anyone other than me... So please be kind because I tend to have a chock full of mistakes. Punctuation is not my strength.... Oh and also I found this pic online and decided to make a tiny banner based on what I thought Prim’s clothes looked like. I put in her initials on the ends of the sweater because I thought that would be something that I feel Mrs. Everdeen would do.  

Thing that was new/forgotten: I thought Katniss tried to sell Prim’s baby clothes at the Hob, but she’s too afraid to go there, at first. Instead, she brings them to the “public market” in the town square, which is also mentioned in Chapter One. I totally forgot this existed, but it seems like it could be a wonderful setting for some fanfics/drabbles (hint hint hint hint)!

Anyways, Here it is Ya’ll,

Peeta Mellark looked at the girl in front of him, his daughter. Her brown hair split into two braids with bright green ribbons. He was startled by how much she looked like Katniss. Except the eyes, those were his. Her crystalline baby blues stared back at him. The edges of them crinkled in the corners by her toothy smile. She danced around in circles, her little legs clopping loudly against the floorboards. Yes, she wasn’t the stealthy one either but the two little ribbons that danced about her with each little spring of her steps reminded him of another two-braid girl who almost didn’t survive the harsh winter. 

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She’s was back. The girl with the chestnut hair and desperate eyes.She’s clutching a two little sweaters, if they could be called that at all. They’re so threadbare and bedraggled. I notice the way her crazed hungry eyes plead for someone, anyone to listen to her pleas, but it’s useless. She’s rebuffed as though she were, little more than a nuisance. The girl with two unkempt braids, with pieces of hair sticking in odd angles in the sides. Her smudged nose turning red in an effort to keep her tears from falling. She’s hungry and alone. Her father died in a mining explosion that trapped him it’s ruthless grasp. Her mother rendered silent and ghost like. However, the girl with the brown hair, the one with the hungry desperate look. The girl who unknowingly entranced me with her lilting, angelic singing stood brave before the mayor as she was handed a small cold medal hanging on a strip of ribbon. She shook with unshed tears as she hugged her little sister to her letting the small girl’s wails surround her and soak her thin sweater as their mother stood next to them in a trance like state. Katniss, like her namesake stood strong and supportive. 

I knew she must’ve been hurting but she refused to show it. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t think I could’ve stood as stoically proud knowing my father had dies. But there she was accepting a sack of extra grain and other pitiful items that would run out sooner rather than later. The light in her eyes extinguished when she simply nodded as the Mayor read off her Fathers name praising him for his undying loyalty to the district. For an unwarranted sacrifice. Days had passed and her mother still remained the same precipitating their inevitable hunger.   

The once happy Everdeen family simply wilted and there was no warm light coming from their cabin. Darkness and tears rung loudly from their end, but nothing changed. I could see the little sister’s face become more sunken and the dark circles in her pretty blue eyes were rimmed red from constant crying. Still, no one helped. Us the merchants were not really the charitable bunch even among ourselves and the people from the Seam had next to nothing to offer. 

I was becoming increasingly worried that Katniss and her family would die off if no one helped. I was ashamed to admit that some part of me had become selfish. I couldn’t bare to lose the one girl who brought a small sense of peace and joy into my life. Her voice reminded me of kinder days and where would I be without such a voice? What else could I do to help? Mother would never allow me to offer a helping hand, let alone think about helping. My father wouldn’t dare speak up. He was easily cowed by my mother’s erratic wrath and my two older brothers wouldn’t dare think of associating with the Seam moles as my mother referred to them. I think her prejudice was jealously unwarranted but then again, many things were. I’m not old enough to help and I’ve never felt more useless. 

She’s walking around clutching her sister’s baby sweaters in one hand and her other hand balled up into a fist. All pride being taken by the harsh wind as people shake their head impatiently in her direction telling her to “leave them alone” or to “get lost”. So cold hearted we had become. So selfish that my people refuse to acknowledge or even realize when someone else was in pain. Her frustration began to mirror towards me and despite all I wanted to do I had to sit there and watch as Katniss Everdeen begged for someone to take her sister’s bedraggled sweater for exchange in food or maybe some coins. I shook my head and went back into the bakery unable to witness anymore desperation and misery. It wasn’t until the morning crowd dispersed that I heard my mother shooing someone away. 

“Go away girl. Get out of my garbage cans. There’s nothing for you here and if you come back I’ll be sure to call the peacekeepers on you!” my mother screeched. 

I hear a scuffle of feet and I nudged my head slightly to see who it was. Katniss’s wild eyes danced in front of my own and I had finally seen enough. It was unbearable to see her barter her few belongings away, but to see her search our garbage cans was not acceptable. 

Before I even knew I’d decided. I brought two hearty loaves towards the oven and let them sit in front of the fire until the outer layer turned black and only just managed to turn my head towards the door when I felt a smack on the back of my head. 

“What do you think you’re doing? You idiot! We can’t sell these!” yelled my mother making me cringe from the high decibels that emanated from her mouth. I frowned and she back handed me so hard that my vision reeled about for a few seconds. “Don’t you dare sass me boy or I’ll teach you what I’m really capable of!” 

She reaches for the burning loaves and grasps me by the arm, yanking me towards the door. Rain pelts harshly against the ground and the unforgiving wind whips my face making me feel my fresh wound. I knew it would be swelling soon but I didn’t care at the moment. Mother smacks me on the back of the head again and orders me to feed the bread to the pigs before she stomps back into the bakery. I look over at Katniss who is huddled against a tree sweaters forgotten in the mud. She’d given up and I my resolution was reinforced once again as she looks over at me and squints curiously. I throw one loaf of bread and then the other before disappearing back into the bakery. 

I pray that she’d picked up my offering or I’d be in a world of trouble if my mother realized what I’d been up to. 

The next morning I see Katniss staring at me. She looked like she wanted to say something but she pauses when she sees my black eye. She frowns looking at the ground. Her wordless gratitude hanging in the air. Her eyes transfixes on a single dandelion. I kick myself inwardly for my cowardice. I should’ve approached her but something in me knew that I’d probably embarrass her further if I mention throwing bread at her. Then again, I should’ve walked out there and helped her. I shouldn’t have thrown the bread. I should’ve gone out there and given it to her instead. I sigh as I walk into to class kicking myself every step of the way. 

I hardly think I would ever deserve the girl in front of me...

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Two little arms encircle his shoulders and a tiny giggle perforates Peeta’s thoughts. His son looks over to the side of his face and Katniss’s steely silver eyes impishly smile at him. “I supwised you daddy.” 

Peeta laughs and nods, “Yes you did. Now what are you gonna do?” 

The curly haired blond boy looks at him thoughtfully for a second and starts to wiggle his tiny, chubby fingers, “Tickle time!” 

Peeta pretends to be at his son’s mercy crying defeat as Willow his daughter giggles at the absurdity of it all. 

“Okay Rye, you’ve won! Please I can’t take any more tickles.” Peeta implored.

“what’s going on here?” asks his wife. Her eyebrow raised as she tries to hide a smile. 

“I supwised daddy, and now I’m tickling him! I won!” Rye triumphantly announces. 

Katniss congratulates him and walks over to pluck her son from his father’s back and sits him on her hip, “Are we still up for that picnic?” 

Peeta smiles and nods as Willow walks over to them with her jacket on and ready, “I’m all set, I want to go!” she looks over at her dad expectantly, “Are the cookies we made yesterday in the basket?” 

Peeta nods and his daughter gifts him with a brilliant smile. He is once again, shattered by the resemblance between Willow and Katniss. He still can’t believe how he came to marry the girl he always loved. 

Willow pulls on his arm as Katniss walks out with Rye on her hip and the picnic blanket in the other hand. “Daddy, Let’s go!” 

Peeta nods and picks up their lunch basket before walking out the door and locking it and walking behind the girl in front of him.... 

[mollywog]

Tell me everything about your hunger games aogg au please 👀

First of all, I am so delighted you asked!

Secondly, I read The Holiday Stand In by @lemonluvgirl in which Gale Hawthorne called Katniss Everdeen a kindred spirit and I was so tickled by the idea. Then that reminded me of a Drabble I read, so I scoured THG Drabble collections until I found this and this by @endlessnightlock, which are so enjoyable and I highly recommend!

At this point the idea was stuck in in my head until I was jotting down bits of dialogue, backstory, idea after idea…

My version of Katniss is too pragmatic to be an Anne she’s more of a Marilla at the beginning.

Prim is on the other hand is constantly trying to relate real life to the fiction she’s read.

Effie screams Rachel Lynde

Haymitch is their guardian and is pretty much just Haymitch. But a small part Mathew at heart.

Madge has Diana Berry vibes

The story in my head is centered around Katniss and is a coming of age of sorts: With Katniss able to focus on things outside survival, she learns how to really live…

And because I opened the document and found something I thought captured the essence and made me laugh…

Here’s a peek 🫣 (it’s unedited and subject to hangs - bear with me)

“Can we call you uncle?”

“Prim, we’ve been over this, he’s not our uncle.” Mother and father didn’t have siblings, he’s a cousin of fathers so even less related to us. “We are his wards.”

She wrinkles her nose “Ward doesn’t have such a nice ring to it. It reminds me of wart and those don’t have very pleasant associations.” a flash of recognition passed her face and she continues on excitedly, “Mr Rochester had a ‘ward’, her name was Adele and she was a french, though her parentage was rather dubious” she trails off and a worried line appears on her brow “ but Mr Rochester also had a secret wife living in his attic” she eyed her surroundings suspiciously.

“No such luck here sweetheart” he shifts his attention to me ”Just what kind of company have the two of you been keeping?”

I scowl at the implication “She’s talking about a book.” I’m used to Prim discussing fictional characters as if they were real acquaintances of ours, but I suppose it might be jarring if you hadn’t been used to it “Prim loves to read” I add unnecessarily.

Prim’s ramblings, though absurd, have hit on a valid point: what do we really know about Haymitch Abernathy?

“It’s Jane Eyre and oh! It's the loveliest. I do enjoy a good novel, though I prefer a romance. There is something so hopeful about a romance” Prim continues on…

I will also admit that I am in over my head. Send suggestions or help!

Seriously! Thank you for asking!