#( interaction. katniss everdeen. )

[derangedchameleon]

I was about to write: I love the fact that Katniss‘ first reaction to Haymitch‘s absolutely traumatising story is „You need some goose eggs. Goose eggs will help.“

And then I realised… She‘s mimicking Peeta. Peeta comes back to 12 and the first thing he does is plant primroses. And somehow… that helped her. So she‘s doing the same thing for Haymitch.

[katnissmellarkkk]

bookcomb for every mention or reference throughout the whole series of otho mellark/peeta’s father/“the baker” as katniss calls him repeatedly. just for funsies since we finally know his name and when we isolate all interactions together, we can maybe make up a more complete picture of such a tiny side character! yay? yay!!!

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[sunrise on the reaping]

“On the ground! On the ground, everybody! Now!” Automatically, I fall on my knees and assume the position — hands linked behind my neck, forehead pressed to the sooty bricks of the square. Out of the corner of my eye, I see almost everybody around me follow suit, but Otho Mellark, a big lug of a guy whose folks own the bakery, seems bewildered. His meaty hands dangle loosely at his sides and his feet shuffle back and forth, and then I notice his blond hair’s splattered with someone’s blood. Burdock punches him hard in the back of his knee and it’s enough to get him down on the ground and out of the line of fire.

-

Peacekeepers’ boots tramp through the audience as the soldiers grab anyone marked with gore, including Otho, and push them into the nearby shops to conceal them.

-

[the hunger games]

“Mm, still warm,” I say. He must have been at the bakery at the crack of dawn to trade for “it. “What did it cost you?”

“Just a squirrel. Think the old man was feeling sentimental this morning,” says Gale. “Even wished me luck.”

“Well, we all feel a little closer today, don’t we?” I say, not even bothering to roll my eyes.

-

Someone else enters the room, and when I look up, I’m surprised to see it’s the baker, Peeta Mellark’s father. I can’t believe he’s come to visit me. After all, I’ll be trying to kill his son soon. But we do know each other a bit, and he knows Prim even better. When she sells her goat cheeses at the Hob, she puts two of them aside for him and he gives her a generous amount of bread in return. We always wait to trade with him when his witch of a wife isn’t around because he’s so much nicer. I feel certain he would never have hit his son the way she did over the burned bread. But why has he come to see me?

The baker sits awkwardly on the edge of one of the plush chairs. He’s a big, broad-shouldered man with burn scars from years at the ovens. He must have just said good-bye to his son.

He pulls a white paper package from his jacket pocket and holds it out to me. I open it and find cookies. These are a luxury we can never afford.

“Thank you,” I say. The baker’s not a very talkative man in the best of times, and today he has no words at all. “I had some of your bread this morning. My friend Gale gave you a squirrel for it.” He nods, as if remembering the squirrel. “Not your best trade,” I say. He shrugs as if it couldn’t possibly matter.

Then I can’t think of anything else, so we sit in silence until a Peacemaker summons him. He rises and coughs to clear his throat. “I’ll keep an eye on the little girl. Make sure she’s eating.”

-

I also sold at the back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. The butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife wasn’t around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had a passion for strawberries.

-

“Did he come to say good-bye to you?”

“Yes,” I say, observing him carefully. “So did your father. He brought me cookies.”

Peeta raises his eyebrows as if this is news. But after watching him lie so smoothly, I don’t give this much weight. “Really? Well, he likes you and your sister. I think he wishes he had a daughter instead of a houseful of boys.”

The idea that I might ever have been discussed, around the dinner table, at the bakery fire, just in passing in Peeta’s house gives me a start. It must have been when the mother was out of the room.

“He knew your mother when they were kids,” says Peeta.

Another surprise. But probably true. “Oh, yes. She grew up in town,” I say. It seems impolite to say she never mentioned the baker except to compliment his bread.

-

“I don’t have any secret skills,” he says. “And I already know what yours is, right? I mean, I’ve eaten enough of your squirrels.”

I never thought about Peeta eating the squirrels I shot. Somehow I always pictured the baker quietly going off and frying them up for himself. Not out of greed. But because town families usually eat expensive butcher meat. Beef and chicken and horse.

[…]

“She’s excellent,” says Peeta. “My father buys her squirrels. He always comments on how the arrows never pierce the body. She hits every one in the eye. It’s the same with the rabbits she sells the butcher. She can even bring down deer.”

-

Oh, right, the whole romance thing. I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. Surely not from his father and the witch.

-

People will give them a kind word, a bit of food if they can spare it. I wonder if the baker has sought them out, especially now that Peeta and I are a team, and made good on his promise to keep my sister’s belly full.

-

“Peeta,” I say lightly. “You said at the interview you’d had a crush on me forever. When did forever start?”

“Oh, let’s see. I guess the first day of school. We were five. You had on a red plaid dress and your hair . . . it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out when we were waiting to line up,” Peeta says.

“Your father? Why?” I ask.

“He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner,’” Peeta says.

“What? You’re making that up!” I exclaim.

“No, true story,” Peeta says. “And I said, ‘A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?’ And he said, ‘Because when he sings . . . even the birds stop to listen.’”

“That’s true. They do. I mean, they did,” I say. I’m stunned and surprisingly moved, thinking of the baker telling this to Peeta.

-

[catching fire]

We go back to the square. I buy some cakes from Peeta’s father while they exchange small talk about the weather. No one mentions the ugly tools of torture just yards from the front door. The last thing I notice as we leave the square is that I do not recognize even one of the Peacekeepers’ faces.

-

Holding her hand and weeping is another girl who looks just like Maysilee. But a lot like someone else I know, too.

“Madge,” I say.

“That’s her mother. She and Maysilee were twins or something,” Peeta says. “My dad mentioned it once.”

-

[mockingjay]

“Why hasn’t my family come to see me?” Peeta asks.

“They can’t.” Delly’s tearing up again. “A lot of people didn’t get out of Twelve. So we’ll need to make a new life here. I’m sure they could use a good baker. Do you remember when your father used to let us make dough girls and boys?”

-

I got the idea from our family’s plant book. The place where we recorded those things you cannot trust to memory. The page begins with the person’s picture. A photo if we can find it. If not, a sketch or painting by Peeta. Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim’s cheek. My father’s laugh. Peeta’s father with the cookies.

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[spinnydino]

30 days of agere moodboards <3

day 10 : based off your favourite book !! ( i did little!katniss instead, hehe >:3)

[wannablowloverboysonelastkiss]

the katniss and careers foils are katniss and careers narrative foiling!!!!

[mikalilys]

So this is my formal request for the people on here that make gacha videos specifically reaction ones!!! Please please please make one of the victors reacting to haymitchs games 😖😖 there’s so many edits already and I can’t wait until the movies out for these 😖😖😖 I’ve read all the fics but I’m actually so desperate rn 😖

Anyway if you do I’ll like love you forever or whatever!!!

[nottthemuse]

cg!katniss x little!reader?? headcanons maybe?? <3

caregiver!katniss headcanons

A/N: yes almost all of my moodboards have the same aesthetic, no i’m not sorry!

🎉 is well-versed with littles of all ages, but is better suited to dealing with older regressors, mostly from the ages of 4 and up.

🌟 plans treasure hunts around the house and in the garden.

💛 thrives in an outside environment, and loves to go on adventures with her little, especially when you two go down to the meadow.

🎉 lets you weave flowers and leaves into her braids, and doesnt complain once, even when you almost rip her hair out of her scalp.

🌟 on a similar note, she teaches you how to make daisy chains and flower crowns!

💛 asks peeta how to bake because she wants to be able to a) do something fun with you when youre tiny and b) she just thinks there something oddly homely about being able to bake.

🎉 needs to have a structure of some kind. i’m not talking anything crazy, just a general outline of your day and rules about bedtime etc

🌟 buys you a plastic mini-bow and arrow set so that the two of you can be matching.

💛 gives the best head scratches and back rubs

🎉 is very soft spoken and loves using terms of endearment. her favourites to use are honey and love

[easier-thanlying]

What if Annie cresta was hijacked, but recovered and married Finnick like in Canon, but Katniss didn't know more than she did in canon, how would she react to not noticing Annie's hijacking?

I’m a bit confused about your question. I’m not sure if you’re referring to something specific. But I’ll try to answer the best I can. 

I think Katniss would probably feel a bit ashamed for not noticing Annie was hijacked. Katniss carries guilt for a lot, even things that aren’t her fault. But she would also feel hopeful about Peeta’s recovery. If Annie could recover from hijacking then that means Peeta could recover too.

I hope I answered your question! Thanks for the ask!

[elegancefandoms]

Closed Starter for @lithiumwolff | Katniss and Peeta

Katniss crinkled her nose slightly as she tried not to move. She wasn't the most patient when it came to these things, but she was trying her best to be agreeable. In the last few years she had worked on being more steady in her emotions and less quick to jump to a fight. "I don't know how you got me to agree to this."

[turpisdeus]

@immortalmuses asked: As she moves to pass him, Peeta reaches out and catches Katniss's hand in his own larger palm. He drops the touch almost immediately, fast enough that she hasn't the chance to pull away from him (again). "You should eat," The boy says by way of explanation, head tipping towards the spread quartered fruit and cured meat. And bread... Always bread, if Peeta has any say in it. Hopeful, the corner of his mouth ticks up in a smile.

Her  gaze  is  sharp  as  she  feels  the  pressure  of  calloused  fingers  and  a  light  hold.  Katniss's  instinct  is  to,  in  fact,  draw  her  hand  back  but  he's  releasing  it  before  she  can.  She  can't  deny,  he  has  grown  intuitive  to  her  nature—disarming  and  unsettling  all  at  once.  She  looks  away  then,  denying  the  flicker  of  warmth  that  stirs  in  her  chest.

Her  instincts  also  tell  her  to  deny  him,  to  find  some  reason  to  distance  herself  from  him.  Verdant  hues  then  lock  into  that  honeyed  gaze  and  catches  that  brief  twitch  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.

Damn  it.

"  Alright.  "  She  acquiesces  quietly  as  she  moves  back  the  way  she  came,  her  hand  knocking  against  his  briefly,  the  touch  making  her  eyes  flutter  but  ignores  it  before  she  pauses  at  the  table.  She  stares  at  the  food  for  a  lingering  moment  then  sinks  into  a  chair.  Admittedly,  she  hasn't  eaten  much  at  all  today—and  that  isn't  helping  anyone.

[nightwhispcrs]

"so , what do you think ?" katniss asked peeta in a manner that was almost shy . it was rare that she put this much effort into her appearance , so they weren't sure about it . their maroon dress hung off the edges of her shoulders in loosely arched puffs and dropped to floor length with long, muted red roses cradling their legs . she wore her hair up and fixed , doing it herself the best that she could . "it wouldn't exactly be cinna-approved , but i gave it my best shot ." / closed mini event starter for @rainbowmuses

[fyreflys]

I’M WRITING! I’M FINALLY WORKING ON SWAN UPON LEDA. I’M ACTUALLY MAKING SOME DECENT PROGRESS! Someone cheer. I’ve barely touched this thing since the last upload I’ve written over 2k just today alone usually when I go without touching something for this long it means the fic is deadzo. Someone tell me they’re proud. I’M DOING GREAT! (Someone please tell me I’m doing great I desperately need affirmations & attention)

And yes, as always, because I can never seem to help myself, HERE’S A (very long awaited) SNIPPET!!!

Spoilers for ch 7 - you can go find ch 6 in my pinned! <3

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On a sober day, Haymitch arrives with a tiny ratty teddy bear. He pauses and fiddles with it for a moment before he says anything to her.

“This was my brother’s.” He swallows. And then he sets it on the kitchen counter next to Katniss as she tries to make a sandwich that will satisfy her raging taste buds. “I want you guys to have it.” He says softly.

She pauses, and looks at him. This isn’t the first, nor the second time, that he’s brought something of sentimental value for the baby. But the other times Katniss is pretty sure he was at least tipsy. She can tell by the clarity in his eyes that this was a completely sober decision. And it seems to have unsettled him slightly.

“Are you…sure?” She asks gently.

He swallows again, and nods. And then tries to produce a smile. “As long as that little booger doesn’t tear it up, yeah.”

Katniss returns the smile. “Thank you, Haymitch.”

He gives a curt nod, and then turns to go.

“Wait.” Katniss says.

When he turns back she feels like there’s a lump in her throat. She’s not entirely sure why she stopped him. But she realizes she wants to say it to him, that he probably needs to hear it. To know that she understands what it’s like to lose a sibling, someone close to you. Knows how hard it would be to gift their belongings to someone else. To give away what little physical evidence you still have of their existence, what still exists to show that they loved and were loved.

This time she’s the one to swallow before she speaks. “I’m…I’m proud of you, Haymitch.” She says softly.

It feels strange giving her mentor praise, especially when their usual dynamic is always teasing one another and poking at tender spots in each other's armor. Not to try and crack the other, but as a— what Katniss now realizes isn’t so healthy— way to show each other where they still need to toughen up. And as a twisted act of solidarity, that they both can acknowledge that they know the other still has wounds and hurts. It’s an understanding of sorts. An odd one, but it works for them. They’re never sincere like this. When it’s serious it’s always deadpan and to the point, more of a salt coating than a sugar one, making it sting a little more— as if they’re only playing it up— that way it’s easier to brush off and pretend it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s what they’ve always done. And Katniss feels like she might be breaking it.

She says the rest anyways.

“I- I think they would be proud of you too. I know- I know this means a lot-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there sweetheart.” He holds up a hand. “Just- that’s enough.”

It’s a quite brisk brush off, almost rude in the way he nearly snaps it. But Katniss knows the reality is that being sincere with him hurts a little too much to handle, and that’s why he reacts this way.

And then he surprises her. He decides to break their usual dance as well.

He steps forward and crushes her in a tight hug. He smells like smoke and sawdust and dirt. But it’s Haymitch. She hugs back, acutely aware that the last time they did this was over six years ago, just before the quell. She’d been the one in tears then.

“Thank you.” He says quietly into the top of her hair, voice both soft and gruff in the same breath.

When he pulls back he does his best to hide the tear, making to wipe it like his eye was itchy. She doesn’t point it out.

“Outta go finish that crib Peeta started. Make me a sandwich too, would ya? I’m starving.” He quips like their moment never happened.

She rolls her eyes.

[roseguided]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑, looked to her to end the tyranny thats lasted for more than sixty years. she wanted it as well, of course she did, for her sister ... for peeta ... for everyone else who's suffered with snow & the capital's foot on their neck. but, what did she know about because the image of a rebellion ? all of this started, or had it always been in district twelve's blood to rebel, because she wanted to save her sister. because she wasn't going to leave the arena without peeta.

@salvatoraes GETS A HUNGER GAMES STARTER !

eyes squint a little from where katniss stands at the entrance to district thirteens cafeteria, arms crossed over her chest with the same grey jumpsuit worn as everyone else. he looks ... familiar, but from where ? walking up to him, katniss tries to relax her tense posture. then, it hits her with widened grey eyes. ❛ you're ... stefan, stefan salvatore, aren't you ? you won t'sixty-ninth games. ❜ she sits across from him at the table. ❛ what're you doin' in thirteen ? ❜

[withguilt]

❝ it has to be you, peeta. if one of us is going to survive this, it has to be you. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@wormholxtreme : one liner.

[roseguided-arch]

like for a small starter from one if my hunger games/tbosbas muses ! ( specify muse, multi’s specify )

[elegancefandoms]

Katniss' eyes flickered back and forth in her sleep. Her body was always unsettled on the anniversary of her Reaping, but there was something about this one being the tenth that unsettled her even more. Katniss woke with a start and began to look around her surroundings. Her heart felt as though it was going to break from her chest. The tension only grew when she heard a sound in the corner of the room.

[turpisdeus]

@immortalmuses said: ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’

Her  throat  dries,  gaze  fixed  on  the  boy  in  front  of  her  that  speaks  from  a  heart  she  has  always  wanted  to  protect.  Subconsciously,  at  least,  but  she  feels  as  though  she's  done  an  abhorrent  job  of  it.  When  she'd  felt  his  once  gentle  touch  squeezing  her  throat  so  hard  she  thought  her  head  may  pop  off  entirely,  the  only  thought  coursing  through  her  mind  was  simple:  I  failed  you.

Coming  to  terms  with  the  depths  of  her  feelings  for  Peeta  has  been  something  similar  to  the  winds  of  a  hurricane.  First  a  raging  force,  to  something  of  a  serene  calm,  before  the  wind  came  back  with  a  vengeance.  But  a  storm  of  her  own  making  all  the  same.

This  came  up  upon  the  heels  of  the  Gale's  poorly  timed  interjection  on  what  her  'heart'  must  be  telling  her.  It  was  like  him,  to  make  assumptions  without  the  full  story,  but  what  could  she  expect  from  him  when  she's  told  him  precious  little.  Her  trust,  a  preciously  rare  commodity,  in  her  other  district  mate  has  been  steadily  diminishing  the  more  time  they've  spent  at  Thirteen,  the  longer  he  lives  within  Coin's  influence.  There's  a  glint  in  his  eyes  she  doesn't  recognize  and  she's  unsure  if  she  wants  to  at  all.

But  Peeta.  He  understands.  He  always  has  and  she's  known  this  for  far  longer  than  she's  able  to  admit.  They,  drenched  in  the  darkness  of  the  cellar,  the  others  sleeping  while  she  sits  propped  up,  peering  at  Peeta  with  deeply  pinched  brows.  The  end  bears  down  on  them,  the  outcome  uncertain,  no  promise  that  any  of  them  will  survive.  But  there's  a  strange  sense  of  relief  that  she  keeps  to  herself—that  they  will  finally  bringing  an  end  to  this  hell.

As  long  as  he  survives.

She's  had  her  answer  all  along.  But  telling  them  now  would  only  distract  them.  She'd  expressed  it  in  her  demands  to  save  Peeta  despite  them  going  ignored  and  resulted  in  the  trauma  he  now  must  live  with.  It  lived  in  the  terror  she's  felt  knowing  the  Capitol  had  been  torturing  him,  conditioning  him  to  destroy  her.  That  even  after  he'd  attempted  to  take  her  life,  she'd  still  felt  relief  to  know  he  was  safe.  She  lets  her  legs  slowly  stretch  out  away  from  her  chest  as  her  gaze  fixes  on  Peeta,  swallowing  away  the  dryness  as  she  whispers  for  only  him  to  hear,

"  Tell  me  now.  "

If  the  worst  comes  to  pass  and  they  both  die  in  this  fight,  at  least  his  soul  will  not  be  burden  by  regret,  even  if  hers  will.