#hayffie baby

[arthdoesart]

Dancing with the Mockingjay 🐦‍⬛ (and the boy who doesn't burn🔥)

Everlark Valentine piece that got delayed because of (life)

[effieotto]

[nightingale2004]

The Hunger Games next generation Post- Mockingjay: Everlark vers (Katniss x Peeta)

Willow Primrose Everdeen

Faceclaim: Cailey Fleming

Willow is the firstborn daughter of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. She is also the older sister of River Everdeen and Rue Meadow Everdeen

Before Willow was born, it took some time for Katniss to be comfortable with the idea of having kids, but with Peeta by her side, it became easier

After Willow was born, both Katniss and Peeta were terrified, but at the same time, they felt incredibly excited, warm, and happy

Willow takes after her mother in her looks, but her hair is lighter, and she has her dad's smile and eyes

Willow is surprisingly very mature and calm most of the time, even at a young age, but she's also sarcastic and has her parent's fighting spirit (mostly her mother's)

She calls Haymitch and Effie Grandma and Grandpa. The first time she did it, it caught everyone by surprise, but Effie and Haymitch embraced the titles given to them and continued to love Willow, River, and Rue as their own

She loves the outdoors and the rain

When Willow was a baby, Katniss would always keep her close with a baby wrap carrier and even took her on walks in the woods, gardening, and hunting sometimes

Knows how to track, hunt, and shoot a bow and arrow like a pro (thanks to her mother)

She may look like both her parents but she takes after mother completely

Is very protective of her brother Rye and her baby sister Rue

Knows how to make a bow and arrows from scratch

When Willow is not hunting, she likes to draw and paint like her father, and she's pretty good at it, too

Knows the Meadow song by heart since Katniss would sing it to her every night

She learned the "Hanging Tree" song at school along with the "Hunger Games" and the rebellion

Peeta owns his own bakery, where Willow helps out after school most of the time. Haymitch started his own winery and is married to Effie, who is a successful designer, seamstress, and architect. (Effie did some designs on Willows school)

When Willow first learned about the Hunger games and President Snow, she would always hug her parents to comfort them in some way

When Haymitch babysits her and River, Willow feels like it's the other way around

Willow loves the memory book and would look at it sometimes

When her dad is having a "bad day," Willow plays "real or not real" with him and paints with him when her mom has a nightmare or "bad day" they would sit in the woods, sing to each other, or just cuddle with each other

Willow is her mother's daughter, but she is weak for her father

She has met her grandmother (Katniss's mom), and she taught Willow basic medical skills, like medicine, and how to take care of wounds, big or small. She also writes letters to Willow to keep her updated, and she even tells her about her grandfather (Katniss's dad) and her aunt Primrose

Willow has a green thumb and loves gardening

Willow will not hesitate to fight someone if they talk bad about her family

Will try to act cool but is a softie in the end

Willow whistles a lot and would always whistle or sing so she can listen for Mockingjays. She also whistles to signal her parents that she's safe when she goes hunting or does target practice

Katniss's mom believes that Willow is a reincarnation of Katniss's dad because whenever Willow sings or even whistles, the birds even stop to listen

Knows how to play guitar

She is called Willy by her family, and Haymitch calls her Will just to mess with her

Katniss made the pearl Peeta gave her as a necklace, and she gave it to Willow to wear (Willow never takes it off)

Her favorite color is orange like the colors of autumn

🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹

River Cinna Everdeen

Faceclaim: Julian Hilliard

River is the second child and first son of Peeta Mellark Everdeen and Katniss Everdeen

He is also the younger brother of Willow Primrose Everdeen and the older brother Rue Meadow Everdeen

River is 5 years younger than Willow, and Rue is 3 years younger than River. Rue is a toddler right now

River mostly takes after his dad in appearance, but his hair is darker, and he has his mothers eyes

River is mostly attached to his mother and older sister

He does not like fighting, yelling, arguing, or anyone getting hurt

When both Willow and River were younger and their parents would have nightmares, they would sleep with kids

River loves playing in the Meadow and loves it when his family goes on picnics

Would always find ways to make his family smile

Willow will deny it, but she is completely weak for not just her father but for River and Rue to and is all over them

Knows basic medical skills and helps his dad at the bakery

He also helps Effie at her shop with clothes

He loves both his parents but he is a complete mama's boy

His family visits District 4 a lot to see his grandma. River and Willow also get to play and hang out with Annie's son and their aunt Johanna

He is the sweetest little boy you'll ever meet. He tries to act tough like Grandpa Haymitch and his mom, but it ends up looking like an angry kitten

He and Willow know how to climb trees and would make a race game of it

He loves animals

Like his sister, he helps out in the garden and loves helping out his family

He is an early riser and always wakes up when the sun is up

His favorite color is yellow, like the sun

Whenever Katniss's mom sees Willow and River together, they remind her of Katniss and Prim when they were younger

Both Katniss and her mother see Prim in River

Whenever he has a nightmare, he will either sneak Willows bed or his parents' bed

Both he and Willow have made more than one attempt to steal extra cookies from their dad when he bakes them

When he learned about the games and what his parents experienced, he joins his sister in giving them hugs every time he comes home from school

He also plays "real or not real" with his dad when he has a "bad day". He also hums the Meadow song to Katniss when she's upset

River thinks the "Hanging tree" song is a bit scary

Loves dancing

Looks through the memory book a lot and often wishes he knew the people close to his parents who passed away, including his namesake Cinna, who was his mother's friend during her game years

Both River and Willow have asked their parents questions about their past. Katniss and Peeta didn't tell them everything but only a few things until they got older and mature enough for them to understand

Loves it when his whole family is together

He loves the winter mostly because of the hot chocolate and fresh baked cookies his dad makes and his family being snuggled together inside their home

He likes to draw, but he's not as good as his sister, but he is good baking, cooking, making items from random objects he finds

When people found out about his parents, he hated attention, but he deals with it alongside Willow

[fangirlerastour]

Chapter 3 is posted for anyone who’s been reading my Hayffie x TTPD fic 🩷

[mossyfernhugger]

Tell us everything you feel about Hayffie 🤭

Oh god where do I start.

The CHEMISTRY. Obviously it doesn’t start out that way, but?!??! Once they start locking in to help Peeta and Katniss win in the first games?!?? Perfect team. Like okay MOM AND DAD. And that one scene during catching fire I think? During the Victory Tour speeches when Haymitch tells her to shoosh? Idk smth abt it’s so like…married ig?

And obviously the kiss like don’t even get me started I’ve already covered this anyway. And the way they enemies to lovers…. and they are LOVERS man don’t even argue with me...like the TENSION ik they’re YEARNING for each other…

AND. FUCKIBG. “You know, I like you better without all the makeup.” “Well, I like you better sober.” LIEK. WOWOWOW. TENSION. BC LIKE. Effie is so sweet but she KNOWS how to keep him in line ykkkkkk. THE ESFJ X ISTP??? Ugh I just. Eat this shit for breakfast.

Like I can so easily see them settling down together post-war. Little slow-burn healing together situation. Taking care of Katniss and Peeta and their babies. Effie helps Haymitch get off the alcohol. Haymitch helps Effie heal from the grief and shock of losing her old grand life. And they become a couple and grow old together and yeah.

[maryonaccross]

Very random but I have this Hayffie headcanon where Effie falls pregnant with Haymitch’s daughter somewhere around the 61th hunger games (about two years after they started sleeping together) and freaks out because she wants to keep the baby but knows that it will be send to district 12 if people find out who the father is so she sorta breaks things off with Haymitch and marries Seneca Crane which works out great because the girl ends up looking like Effie and lives the first 14 years of her life as a capitol citizen ( I like the idea of her and Seneca being quite close and her being a daddy’s girl because I find the concept of a man who coordinates the murder of children for a living and then goes home to play with his daughter quite interesting from a psychological perspective).

She’s devastated when he’s killed after the 74th hunger game and only finds out who her real father is after the rebellion (she’s around fifteen by the time it ends).

And after that there’s the whole ‘Haymitch voting in favor of a capitol children hunger games’ thing which I know he only did because of Katniss and not because he genuinely supported the idea but I feel like him having a ‘capitol child’ himself would give that decision even more nuance and would be interesting to explore.

Idk I just remembered that one shot in the first movie where Haymitch is looking at the dressed up capitol children gathered to watch the games with something akin of disgust and that’s where the idea came from

[mirixmoya]

hello friends welcome to GRADING TORTURED POET SOCIETY SONGS BASED ON HOW EASILY I COULD TURN THEM INTO A HAYFFIE FIC (PART ONE) i hope u enjoy.

(for those interested but also my own future reference when i eventual do turn them into hayffie fics hehe)

i. fortnight: 5/10. potential post-war effie reflecting on their pre-canon and during-canon situationship. the "i love you / it's ruining my life" vibe is very Them but i'd have to write my way around all the wife lines.

ii. the tortured poets department: 8/10. good early-to-mid-situationship hayffie. good moments for haymitch trauma angst stuff. "who's gonna hold you like me?" is them. the wedding ring line could be just them messing around while drunk one night during games season; it's when effie realizes it's Real.

iii. my boy only breaks his favourite toys: 9/10. excellent endish situationship hayffie vibes, 74th + 75th era. has good lines for effie as doll / toy / trinket (ha) imagery. also good imagery for effie and haymitch both being pieces in The Games. also "he runs because he loves me" and "he was my best friend" and "there was danger in the heat of my touch" ... need i go on?

iv. down bad: 7/10. good for their relationship between the end of the war and when effie actually moves to twelve. "how dare you think it's romantic / leaving me safe and stranded" literally them. also lots of good stuff for effie's post-war isolation in the capitol.

v. so long, london: 3/10. has the potential for a (book-verse) post-war angst fic where effie and haymitch try their absolute hardest but ultimately have too much trauma + damage to make it work. idk if i wanna do that tho.

vi. but daddy i love him: 9/10. excellent song for pre-canon hayffie all around. effie's relationship to her womanhood / escorting in the capitol? check. effie's inner conflict over her feelings for haymitch vs. her capitolborn beliefs? check. "dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid" but oh no haymitch ruined them! we cheered! joking that she's having haymitch's baby to her parents just to piss them off... very effie behaviour. excellent song for that Haymitch Is Unlike The Capitol Dandies Effie's Been Raised To Love theme that i like. "i know he's crazy but he's the one".

vii. fresh out the slammer: 7/10. good song for smack in the middle of their situationship. winter vs. summer parallels. effie's seasons without haymitch vs. games season. restriction with her capitol bfs vs. freedom with haymitch. "all those nights he kept me going". the end is good for a post-war hayffie happiness moment.

viii. florida!!!: 8/10. really good song for a Effie's Relationship With The Capitol fic. the isolation, the beauty covering ugliness, etc. "this city reeks of driving myself crazy". "at least the dolls are beautiful" that's literally about the escorts. "you home's really only the town you'll get arrested in" okayyy book-verse effie angst.

ix. guilty as sin?: 10/10. HORNY HAYFFIE ANTHEM. i need to get back in my writing proper smut era i fear. so so much material for haymitch worshiping at the altar of effie's hips and thighs. a song for people who believe that like a good 65% of their relationship is based on the fact that they're both incredibly hot and they both love having incredible sex. true love tbh.

x. who's afraid of little old me?: 9/10. excellent fic for the Effie's Relationship With Her Escort Career stuff that i love. "so tell me everything is not about me / but what if it is?" self centered queen! the general backstage horrors of escorting. "i was tame, i was gentle, till the circus life made me mean" ... "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" ... "i am what i am cause you trained me" .... yeah.

xi. i can fix him (no really i can): 4/10. potential for a very very early situationship hayffie. general haymitch being a traumatized mess and effie trying her very hardest to help vibes.

xii. loml: 6/10. the first half is excellent for post-war hayffie coming back together. "who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames" yeahhh. but the second half ... the "you're the loss of my life" vibe ... could fit into the (book-verse) No Matter How Hard They Try They're Too Traumatized To Make It Work narrative but idk.

xiii. i can do it with a broken heart: 10/10. THE PERFECT SONG for 75th era effie being the perfect escort despite the fact that the world is falling away beneath her feet. "I cry a lot but I am so productive! It's an art!" is sooooo her. "i'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like a plague" is haymitch avoiding her in an attempt to save her from Rebel Stuff but effie knows their relationship is only becoming more serious. she's miserable! she's hitting her marks! eyes bright! chins up! smiles on! everyone she loves might die! it's fine!

xiv. the smallest man who ever lived: 1/10. not a hayffie song at all. BUT potential effie + seneca relationship study fic?? mayhaps???

xv. alchemy: 7/10. good song for book-verse post-war post-torture effie going to haymitch in twelve. she's ditching the capitol, she's going back to her man! who are they to fight the alchemy? how could they ever deny it? his heart is reserved for her. the soulmastism! (not that they would ever admit that lmao)

xvi. clara bow: 10/10. ANOTHER PERFECT EFFIE CHARACTER STUDY SONG! the rose imagery? snow's impact on her life. "this town is fake, but you're the real thing". effie's relationship with the capitol / escorting / womanhood / fame / youth / patriarchy / etc. "flesh and blood amongst war machines" literally the escorts amongst The Games. "hell on earth is to be heavenly" + "promise to be dazzling". sexualization has liberated effie (given her a career, money, freedom) but at what cost? it's also her gilded cage.

anyway. thank u for coming to my extensive ted talk.

[thedelicatearcher]

Mom Effie at a theme park is a force to be reckoned with

If someone dares tries to cut in line she'd kill them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Dad Haymitch gets fast pass and brings litrerally everything from home while grumbling about the prices 😭😭😭😭

Peeta only wants to go on baby rides and then wants to go on this insane super fast upside rollercoaster

Finnick and Johanna win every carnival game

And Katniss gets a glitter temp tattoo with Finnick (they both got dolphins) 😭

And Katniss also only goes on kids rides 😭😭

OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH😭 I ALWAYS LOVE YOUR ASKS!!

YES TO EVERYTHING😭😭 effie organized the whole trip, booked the tickets, packed some sandwiches, made an itinerary, and 'suggested' possible outfits to everyone (she sent a pinterest board of cute theme park outfits to the groupchat and was pretty disappointed when only peeta and finnick followed her theme).

so, when something went wrong, effie went MAD. one person cut in line and her eye started twitching, she was glaring at them and didn't calm down until someone got involved and got the person out of the line.

hayffie was like bad cop and good cop😭 effie was so strict on everyone following the itinerary and haymitch was the typical dad that said yes to whatever his kids asked him permission to do so he could be left alone

KATNISS ONLY GOING ON KIDS RIDES, THIS IS CANON!! she can try to hide it however she can, but that girl is afraid of the bigger rides. she even grabs peeta's hand on some of the kid's rides.

finnick and johanna definitely get on every ride, racing to the rollercoasters, cutting in line, and pushing the people in front of them if they have to. then, when they finally get tired, they buy a churro and go to the carnival games. each one wins a plushie that they will cuddle to sleep.

also, katniss and finnick getting dolphine glitter tattoos!! that's soooo damn cute!!

[moowithmidnight]

Would y’all want an Effie/Hayffie fic? I have two mostly done in my drafts that I never published (my March/April 2023 hyperfixation wore off but we’re back baby)

We got:

1. Super depressing one because NO ONE can convince me that Suzanne “all my names have meanings” Collins didn’t decide to call escorts as escorts for a reason

2. Post MJ Effie goes back to 12 and she loves her little family and they love her yippee!!

[whitetail-doe-femme]

Haymitch and Effie are Everlark's kiddos' grandparents. It starts off as a joke when Katniss is pregnant with her and Peeta's eldest. She makes a smart ass comment calling Haymitch the kid's Papaw, and he laughs it off. But Peeta absolutely runs with it. When Hayffie is visiting with them after the birth, Peeta offers the swaddled baby to Haymitch, telling the baby, "there's Papaw, darlin'". Haymitch puts on a tough act, but Everlark's kids think he hung the moon. Haymitch is the softie grandparent between him and Effie, I just feel it in my bones.

Bonus for y'all who aren't familiar with the Appalachian dialect, the "aw" sound in Papaw is drawled out, so my cousins who grew up on the west coast spelt it as "Papol" for years. Imagine Effie having a similar sense of confusion.

Also, Effie is Gigi to her grandbabies. It just suits her.

[hayffiebird]

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author's note: Happy Hayffieweek! I won't technically participate but at least you get a ToS chapter. :) A big thank you and a big hug to you sweethearts reading and responding to this story.

You're the best and I'm so grateful! If you were here I'd follow in the prep team's footsteps and invite you over for tea and a batch of Peeta's yummiest cookies. ;)

Chapter 49, In vino veritas

*ring ring*

Hello, this is Effie Trinket’s answer phone. I can’t pick up at the moment but do leave a message and I will call you back. Until then: have a very very nice day! *peep**ring ring*

Hello, this is Effie Trinket’s answer phone. I can’t pick up at the moment but do leave a message and I will call you back. Until then: have a very very nice day! *peep* *ring ring*

Hello, this is Effie Trinket’s answer phone. I can’t pick up at the moment but …

*click*

Hello? … um, helloo?

Hi Octavia …

Oh, there you are! I was getting really worried about you! Been calling for almost five minutes.

Sorry. It’s … I was in the bathroom.

Of course you were. Silly young me! I’m getting ready here too. You all set? Such a thrilling day! Aren’t you so excited? Oh, the twins will LOVE the Summer Breeze! We can’t bring them on any of the roller coasters of course. Flavius always puke anyway. But there are still plenty of “baby-friendly” rides to go around. The Love Tunnel. Lucretius’s Magic Carpet. The teacups. Hey, maybe it’ll even help with your little problem? And we couldn’t have asked for better weather, right? Everything’s perfect! Octavia, listen …

But before anything else, I need your advice on something. I’m sitting by my vanity – as we speak – and I cannot for the life of me decide which earrings to wear! On the one hand, I’ve got these spectacular neotropical scarlet macaws. You know, the famous red, blue and yellow parrot? Gorgeous. Obviously! But then I also own a pair of silver sea turtles with amethysts and well … you see my conundrum. What do you think? Which one of these will make me the prettiest girl at the fair?

I … I wouldn’t know …

Oh, don’t sell yourself short! Next to me and Flavius and Venia, you’re by far the number one expert on beauty! Come on, Effie, this is important to me! I can’t show up looking ghastly.

Course not … you …

I’m leaning toward the birds, naturally. You know, because colors are so colorful and fun. But then again, if I save the turtles for the Aquarium, won’t it be a cliché? Maybe I should go with the amethysts after all. But if I do, what if people think … Octavia, look … I … I know how excited you are about today but … I don’t think I can make it.

Wait, what?

I don’t feel very well and the twins … they aren’t even dressed to go out yet.

Are you ill? *gasps* It’s not contagious, is it? Because I cannot under any circumstances be sick this week.

No, no. Don’t worry. It’s just a migraine.

Have you had enough to drink today? Maybe you’re dehydrated? Don’t worry. Flavius and Venia and I will take the twins for a walk and you can treat yourself with a nice, long nap. It’ll invigorate you in no time.

Thank you, but I feel I must take this day for myself. Raincheck? Doesn’t mean you three can’t have fun.

But it wouldn’t be the same without you! Or the children! *tsks* Effiie! We had it all planned out!

I’m sorry.

Flavius will be so disappointed! He wanted to spin the chocolate wheel. *gives a heavy sigh* I guess, we’ll just have to try and find something else to do, somehow. But it won’t be as fun. Take care of yourself, sweetie.

You too. Give my love to the others.

Mm. As soon as I’ve figured out how to break it to them. What a day. No cotton candy. No stuffies for the twins. Nothing. *sighs again* Bye, Effie dear. Get well soon.

Bye.

*toot toot*

xXx

“… and they lived happily ever after.”

Effie whispered the words, lying on her side next to them on the bed.

Sandy hair fell over Ian’s forehead when he rolled in toward her, seeking his mother’s closeness and warmth. Effie dropped a butterfly kiss to his skin.

The girl gave a soft whine. Crinkled her face up from whatever dream she was having. Her chest rose and fell in puffy little breaths as she opened and closed her fists.

“It’s OK, precious”, Effie whispered. Ever so gently she caressed a light fingertip between Amy’s closed eyes and down her nose.

A trick that Sae once taught her. It never failed to help settle the girl down. That and papa Haymitch’s strong, safe embrace. “It’s OK to sleep. I’m here. Mama’s here. Everything will be alright.”

Her own eyelids felt dipped in lead. What she wouldn’t do to just crawl under these covers and sleep the day away. Today and the rest of the week, for that matter.

She knew she shouldn’t have lied to Octavia. About the migraine. But what else could she say?

Certainly not the truth. “I’m sorry Octavia but Haymitch is slowly destroying his brain with alcohol as we speak and if you drag me into an amusement park for three hours I’ll end up on the news, having a nervous breakdown right in front of all those poor chocolate-sticky children. My own included.”

No. It was better this way. Better for all involved.

She nuzzled Ian’s skin. Caressed Amy’s hand between her thumb and forefinger.

“What are they doing now, you think?” she whispered to her children’s sleeping faces. “Uncle Flavius and aunt Octavia and aunt Venia. Enjoying a ride on the Ferris Wheel perhaps?”

She saw it as clearly as she did Amy and Ian.

The three of them, snuggled together in a passenger car. Heading for the place of birds. Giggles. Chatter. Bowls of buttered popcorn, warm to the touch. And down below: a spectacular view of the city. The river. The distant Capitol mountains.

Because of course they never cancelled. She didn’t believe it for a second. They’d been looking forward to this all week long. Especially Flavius. And the tickets were already bought and paid for.

Maybe Haymitch is right, she thought unhappily. Maybe they will grow tired and move on.

The possibility stung, but who could blame them? She hadn’t exactly been fun company lately.

R-i-i-ng!

The bell only just managed to break through her haze.

Not the phone. The front door. Far, far away – in a different life it seemed. Effie closed her eyes. Curled into the twins. Like a baby still in the womb. Nose in Ian’s soft, angel hair. Hand around Amy’s.

Her mother all but cleared her throat, telling her to go get the door, but Effie shrugged her off.

Just this once, she wasn’t going to care. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted – it could wait. Ill-mannered? So be it.

R-i-i-ng!

Her brows came together, eyes still promptly shut.

It’s not the prep team, she thought, despite herself. Way too discreet.

Their rings were always forceful. Insistent. Headache or no.

Couldn’t be Haymitch either. Doorbells equaled decorations in his book. He walked straight in.

That day when he showed up at her doorstep, out of the blue, hours before they made love in a bed for the first time, he’d pressed the bell. But that was a rare thing.

A sort of honeymoon treatment he definitely gave up on after she’d slept with him long enough to have his babies.

Maybe it’s Mrs Pluckrose.

Effie swallowed a sigh.

Yes, her delightful neighbor. Going on and on about how someone didn’t bother to mow their lawn this week and “we uphold a certain standard around here, Ms Trinket, in case you forgot”.

R-i-i-ng!

Oh, go away. Eyes squeezed shut, Effie pressed her lips together, willing her to leave. Just let me sleep.

Maybe the person – whoever it was – heard her thoughts, for a fourth ring never followed.

Effie caressed her daughter’s hair, breathing a sigh of relief. Silence resumed. She had almost gathered her thoughts when,

Tap-tap!

Startled, her eyes flew to the window.

She’d pulled the curtains shut earlier but behind them – a shadow was moving. Face shrouded in darkness, silhouetted by the brilliant sun.

Heart pounding, Effie sat up in bed.

“Who is it?”

And on the other side of the glass, a woman replied,

“Don’t be alarmed, ma’am. I’ve just got a delivery for you.”

Effie inched the curtain aside. Then some more.

Face tilted, the lady smiled as they came eye to eye.

“Thought someone was home”, she said. “What with the stroller out front.”

Effie blinked at the beaming lady, standing there in her flower bed.

Stout. Burly. Dressed in a lavender uniform and carrying what looked like some kind of gift basket wrapped up in cellophane and tied with ribbons.

She looked about Venia’s age. Dark skin. Silver mascara. Purple hair gathered in a ponytail.

A name was stitched on the side of her chest. Effie squinted at the letters. “Briar Rose”.

Briar Rose! Same as Snow’s youngest daughter.

“Oh, don’t hold it against me”, the lady said lightly when she saw her look. “We don’t all get to choose our own names. Besides”, she added, “the story it derives from goes back way beyond the Snow’s dynasty.”

Effie hesitated, then reached for the hooks on the window. Opened it ever so carefully.

“I just put my babies down”, she said, under her breath.

The woman called Briar Rose, nodded.

“I’ll make it brief then.”

“I didn’t order anything though.”

“Well, it says right here, ‘Effie Trinket’, and there’s only one Effie Trinket in the city, right?” The woman sounded almost amused.

“Yes?”

“Then I’ve come to the right place.”

Briar Rose settled the gift basket against the windowsill.

Effie’s eyes were instantly drawn to the sealed envelope attached to it.

A match of hope struck inside her.

“From District 12?”

“I’m afraid not.” The cellophane rustled quietly under the woman’s hands. Purple nails that matched her hair, Effie noticed. “Sorry I startled you before”, Briar Rose went on. “I know this is most irregular, but they said you were feeling a little under the weather. That I had to make sure you got it.”

“They?”

The woman smiled.

“You must have some generous friends indeed. Sign here, please.”

Alone again, Effie settled on the bed. Basket on her lap.

Aphrodite’s Beauty Spa. The famous logo was printed along the ribbon. The envelope had one word written on it. Effie. In beautiful calligraphy letters.

She swallowed and swallowed.

Not a gift basket.

A wellness basket.

Eyes burning, stinging, like standing too close by a smoky fire, she carefully turned it from side to side. Peered at the items through the cellophane.

Packets of dried herbs and flower petals. Bottles of essential lavender oil. Scented candles. Coconut oil. Body cream infused with vanilla. Aromatic soaps shaped like water lilies, so small they fit on your palm.

Bath bubbles and bath salt. Lip smackers. Face masks, bath sponges in three different colors and, shoulder to shoulder with a set of fluffy baby-soft hand towels: a neat package of wrapped up boiled lemon sweets.

With trembling hands, Effie opened the envelope. Got out the card, printed with a field of gorgeous sunflowers.

Her eyes travelled from left to right and as she read, her face crinkled up, shoulders beginning to shake with silent sobs.

She tried to be quiet. Didn’t want to wake the children. But despite her great efforts, she couldn’t quite keep the small, strangled sounds from escaping her throat.

More and more tears just rolled down her cheeks, dropped from her chin and into the wellness basket.

All that built-up heartache for months and months, if not years just … poured through her eyes.

Dear Effie

We’re so sorry you’re feeling unwell. Staying in bed when you don’t want to, is just the worst (especially when you can’t also have sex with a hottie). You know Flavius would offer but he’s just not that into redheads. At least not this season. And sometimes rest, real rest, is all you need to really bounce back again. And you will, darling.

Now try and sleep as much as you can and, when you’re ready, go pour yourself a nice, warm bath. Add some oil, some petals, light a candle and just relax and unwind in the bubbly water.

Once you’re back on your feet, you have our numbers. We’ll bring dinner and iced tea and then we can play a game of Scrabble together. Won’t that be fun? If we can keep the twins from eating up the pieces, that is.

Take care of yourself, dear!

Love

Octavia, Flavius and Venia

PS: Don’t worry about the tickets. Flavius knows someone who works at the Breeze. We got a full refund. The fair will always be there and who knows? Maybe next time, Haymitch might want to join!

xXx

*ring ring*

… Mm?

Eff? Did I wake ya?

Mm.

Oh, shit. Fuck. Didn’t realize how late it was. ’m sorry. Go back to sleep. I’ll call y’up some other time.

You’re here now. What do you want?

Just tell ya … well, how sorry I um ... for bein’ sucha a dick afore.

You really were. Even by your standard.

Yeah … *slurs* those three odd birdies really bring out the worst in me. Go figguh.

*sighs* Haymitch, if all you’re going to do is joke around, might as well hang up now. I’m not in the mood.

No, no. I won’t. Come on, Effs. Don’t be so snippy. You know me. You know how I really feel about things. *hick* Didn’t even mean what I said ‘bout the prep.

Good.

Well … ma’be some of it, but like … not the stuff that were like really mean. Honest, swee… I mean Eff. They’re your friends. I wants you to have friends. If they wanna come over and sing n read n … do theatre, that’s fine.

…

It’s just … I should be doin’ those things!

I know.

I shoulda been there for Am’s first word! What’s next? Ian’s gon’ start callin’ Flavius “papa”? I’m glad someone’s there helpin’ ya out. I am, but damn it … it should be me! Right? Why can’t I be a part of their life too? I’m their father!

You know why, Haymitch.

But I ‘aven’t been drinkin’ all that much lately. Honest! And there are ways around it.

It’s not that simple.

Why couldn’t it be? I know I ain’t perfect, sweetheart. I know I’m not good at it like you are but … don’t ‘ey need me too? Just a lil’ bit? I mean, come on! You said I could see ‘em if I was sober.

And you’re not!

I would be. If you were here. And it’s not like they know wha’s goin’ on, anyway. They’re babies, Eff. Even if I had a cold one right in front of ‘em it wouldn’t affect or hurt ‘em. I won’t fuck ‘em up. I won’t!

That’s what you need to believe in order to sleep at night.

Why’d ya have to be so mean, I already said I’m sorry!! *sobs* I cleaned the house up. Tha’s where I was before. Ask Peeta if you don’t believe me. Whole fuckin’ place: spick and span now. I don’t even live with Sae no more. All week long I just wash everything. Threw out a mountain o’ crap. G-got all their toys ready, so you and … you … Effs, I can’t live like this! It feels like a part of me’s been cut off! I need to see my kids. Bring the prep team along if you must, I’ll wait on them hand and foot, just … please come home! You can’t keep punishing me like this, Eff. It’s too cruel. *sobs* They’re my children too.

I’m not being cruel. I’m just trying to keep this family afloat. Haymitch, I know you’re hurting … but this isn’t about you. Or me. It’s about them. What’s best for them. *draws a deep breath* Look … what we can do or at least try is buy a videophone and install it in the nursery. That way you can both see and talk to each other.

*sniffs* For real? You promise? Yeah … yeah, that’d be great!

But, Haymitch! You need to show me that you’re serious about it, OK? You have to be a grownup here. A real parent. If we do this and you disappoint them …

I won’t! Never!

No showing up drunk. Or hungover. And if we say Tuesday at 2PM that means Tuesday 2PM. No excuses!

No excuses. I swear.

We’ll try that for a while and if you can make it work – then we can talk some more about the prospect of you visiting. But you have to earn it, Haymitch. You must do the work. You.

Yeah, totally! Absolutely! *wipes his nose* Can I tell ‘em g’night? I won’t wake ‘em or anything. Just g’night?

Not when you’re like this. Tomorrow maybe. We’ll talk then. You and I for sure. Now, put that bottle down, Haymitch and go to sleep. Or if not sleep then at least try and rest. Lay down on the bed or the couch and close your eyes. Things will feel different in daylight.

Can you at least tell ‘em I love ‘em? I mean, like … really make sure they know?

I will. Of course. I already do. Every day.

Author's note: And Haymitch's destructive cycle has gone full circle again, only to start over AGAIN. The Trinket Abernathy family truly is completely codependent. What do you think will happen next? Tell me in the comments!

Also, anyone else feeling curious about this Briar Rose character? She was supposed to just be the delivery woman in this one scene but I have a strong feeling this isn't the last we'll ever see of her.

[whatrealbeautylookslike]

help the babies and being mean to each other (I'm writing a hayffie fight)

[effieotto]

*Effie, Haymitch and Plutarch at ‘their’ quarter*

Plutarch- so President Coin asked me -personally- to remind you both about the prohibition on sharing quarters between unmarried couples, and how is important that you respect the establishment of...

Haymitch- *snort*

Effie- of course she did

Plutarch- She is only concerned with the development of our mockingjay and her rebellious nature towards our system, and so both of you are apparently the most influential figures for Katniss behavior, President Coin and i thought that maybe if you could at least follow the simplest of the rules…

Haymitch- She started a war against the government to overthrow Snow…but God forbids us from going too far in our rebellious nature with our dangerous and revolutionary cuddling habits

Effie- ow, do you think she would sentence us to death if she figured out about the….kissing?!?

Haymitch- definitely, sweetheart. We should run!Run to the mountains, away from the spooning police

Effie- so, so tragic *dramatically throws her hands in the air and exales a long theatrical breathe*

Plutarch- i should have left you both in the Capitol *drops in the bed in defeat* I really should have!

Effie- ow my dear *snug against Haymitch* Your life would be miserable without us, and you know that

[caesarflickermans]

Thank you for fan cast of Snow and Coin.

Your fancast for : Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch and Gale?

i really enjoy @little-lynx and her depiction of each of these characters. especially her haymitch art hits the nail on the head.

a brief disclaimer: i headcanon district 12, and specifically the seam, to be of native descent. the amount of roles that are given to indigenous peoples in films are not far and wide. i am not a casting director and am therefore working with limited resources, hence the people that i have selected are indigenous, but indigenous people from all across the world, as i wanted to catch character vibes more so than assuring a coherence.

my long-time go to for katniss has been erana james. any katniss faceclaim should give off those slim and pointed hunter tiny person fast runner vibes, and erana, especially in the wilds (at least the screencaps and gifs) has exactly those vibes. she has that sort of natural beauty that katniss has.

regarding gale, i like the sharp look that d’pharaoh woon-a-tai has. this hunter gaze, the serious face that sooo much makes me think of a gale forced to be a tribute on stage (and not smiling, because fuck them!). and i dunno, i feel like gale so often is perceived as this much older and wiser character compared to katniss and peeta (he's only two years older, 18, a baby in my eyes lol) and it would do some good if the person portraying him also isn't this broad-shouldered middle aged sex god.

for peeta, i like froy gutierrez because he's got that soft blond boy face but at the same time he's also of native descent and i think headcanoning even the merchant people as being mixed is an interesting take, also because it allows me to go with a white boy i like without having to search through the twenty thousand white boys hollywood has cast in the past decade.

for haymitch, it's aaron pedersen. the vibes are neat, and with vibes i mean old guy with beard who looks judgingly at you, likely gone through some shit, can be daddy of the month for the twitter crowd and satisfies the hayffie fandom in terms of hotness degree while we ignore he would probably be an overly thin and shit looking alcoholic two steps away from his grave.

[fangirlerastour]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, The Hunger Games (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket Characters: Haymitch Abernathy, Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Chaff (Hunger Games), Seeder (Hunger Games), effie's dad oc, effie's mum oc, effie's sisters oc, Mags, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Coriolanus Snow Additional Tags: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Slow Burn, i had a vision and went with it, Angst, angst with a happy ending in the very far distance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, updates probably will be slow, This is going to be a long one, strap yourselves it we go from their first meeting until post mockingjay, i'm tired just thinking about it, lots of au stuff so i understand if its not for you, Anxiety, Depression, i forgot to tag that, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Violence, Death, effie longs for her mother's approval and doesn't get it, haymitch abernathy is shocked that someone from the capitol shows genuine care for him, Theres a lot going on Summary:

As Effie prepares to start training to be games escort, she crosses paths with none other than Haymitch Abernathy. They might be opposites, but they have common interests, books being one, and a need to retreat from parties another. Despite their reservations about getting to know one another, fate has other ideas, pushing them together by making Effie the escort for District Twelve.

But Effie isn't stupid and she isn't naive, she knows what it will take to be the escort that the district needs. So, she offers Haymitch a deal. She will play the role of the perfect escort if he can keep himself just sober enough to train their tributes. He reluctantly agrees, not because he thinks it will work, but because Effie asked him. And for some reason he cannot understand, he tends to do as she asks.

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A look at the years in between, seeing two people that shouldn't get along become dependant on one another through the darkest of times. Years of games together. Losing tributes. A Quarter Quell. A War. Maybe one day they'll find the peace they were both searching for that first day they met in the gardens.

Inspired by the album 'The Tortured Poet's Department', I'm attempting to write a chapter per song.

[gudvina]

If you’re still taking requests, how about a one shot of Hayffie watching Katniss and Peeta’s kids for the day? I feel like we need more Hayffie fluff, and shenanigans can ensue of course :)

Soft life

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Can be read on AO3!

It was still early afternoon when Haymitch woke up from his nap. He had fallen asleep on the couch of his living room, lulled by the gentle spring breeze that swirled in from the open window. He opened his eyes to meet a pair of grey orbs with a lemon-zest mane.

The girl was sitting on the floor with a colouring book and pastels in front of her, an amused smile on her face that strongly resembled her mother’s.

“Hi!” she quipped.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” he moved into a sitting position, groaning when he felt the twinge in his neck. It was a stupid question, anyway. He knew the answer already. The Mellark children had inherited from their parents the bad habit of invading his house, almost as if it was another part of their own. And it was mostly Effie’s fault; she never seemed to be able to say no.

“How silly you are! We came to keep you company, of course. Mommy and Daddy worry an awful looot about you and MaMaw being all alone.” the kid explained, agitating her hands in the air.

Robin was just shy of six and had taken almost completely after her father, preferring her colouring book to more adventurous activities. Everyone adored her, and many parents seemed to envy her sweet temperament.

Nothing could have prepared them for what was coming.

Just a few years prior, Robin started emulating Effie. With her thick District Twelve accent, she used words like “refined” and “preposterous”, developing a keen interest in fashion and intricate fabric designs. Surprisingly, Katniss and Peeta didn’t seem to mind having their own District Twelve diva, even going so far as indulging her wishes whenever it was possible.

“Can’t be too lonely, when it’s the two of us” he snorted, stretching just enough to shake away the tiredness.

The kid shrugged and resumed her activity, and from what he could see she was colouring an elaborate outfit. He deduced the book had been shipped from the Capitol; the trends were a lot more subdued now but still ridiculous to him.

He heard footsteps and looked up to see Effie, walking in with a little Arlow babbling in her arms. Two years old and rambunctious, the boy looked more like his mother than Katniss herself.

“Oh, Grandpapa woke up!” Effie cooed as she sat on the rocking chair, sitting Arlow on her lap. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a light flowery dress that seemed to be fitting to the current season. Haymitch’s eyes softened as he watched her talk to the boy, making funny baby sounds, and moving her hands to tickle him.

“Grandpapa wonders why we can’t have a nice evening to ourselves, too” he smirked.

“Haymitch, don’t say these things in front of our grandbabies!”

“Babies? That girl will soon manage a clothing line, sweetheart”. He winked at Robin who beamed at his words.

“That she will, that she will!” Effie acquiesced with a proud smile on her face.

“MaMaw, do you think a floral motive would go well with a tartan?”

“A floral and tartan dress? That’s revolutionary darling, I’d wear it!”

“You’d wear a potato sack if pretty enough” he teased, watching as Arlow slowly fell asleep with his head on Effie’s chest. Lucky boy indeed.

“Robin, don’t listen to him, he knows nothing of fashion”.

“Is that why it’s MaMaw who buys your clothes?”

“No, MaMaw buys my clothes because I’m lazy”.

“And because you have no fashion sense”.

“Thank God for that, you’d have a stroke if I was the one setting trends. What would be left for you?”

Her eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he felt an otherworldly urge to kiss her pout away. He would have, sans Arlow and Robin. She seemed to have read his mind and her lips stretched into a smile, one of those only reserved for him.

He would have never thought this could be his life, and he certainly knew she would say the same. Sometimes it still seemed too good to be true. But they had lived together for years, now, and shared a bed every night without fail. Even when their demons screamed. Especially then.

Twelve had been good to them, even to Effie, despite all expectations. At first, it hadn’t been easy. She’d had to adapt to Twelve’s sensibilities and feel comfortable without her wigs and makeup to shield her from the world. And she still never went out without a scarf covering her hair, he and the children were the only ones allowed to see her real hair, the only ones she could be her true self with.

Not everyone had welcomed her with open arms when she’d come, but slowly that worked itself out as well.

If he’d been told this would be his life, a life where he was free, where he and Effie could simply be without problems, he would have probably laughed. Maybe even mocked. It would have been the response of a man who had no hope, it would have been fitting.

Things changed, he mused. Their life now was walks in the meadow, trips to the Hob where they’d bicker about what to buy or not, swims at the lake during warm summer days, and dozing off under the shade of a tree. It was feeding the geese, helping Peeta at the bakery, or accompanying Katniss on her hunting trips.

They had the children, and now Robin and Arlow too. It was a soft life. It was good.