74th hg

Oookay, here you have a massive hayffie Christmas story so I hope you like it because it’s long and it required a lot of work. It’s a little Effie!centric maybe but… Well. ^^

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Merry Christmas! [X] & [X]

Wishing On A Golden Star

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At eight years old, Effie’s favorite holiday was Christmas.

She loved it more than she loved Halloween or the Games season. The Capitol was dressed for the occasion, the city was always full of blinding twinkling lights and of so many colors it sometimes made her little head spin. She loved the huge tree that seemed to reach the sky on Main Square, she loved the daily Christmas parade in the City Circle, she loved the songs, she loved how joyful people looked when they dashed in and out of stores with their arms full of presents for their loved ones…

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“You know what my mother said to me when she came to say good-bye, as if to cheer me up, she says maybe District 12 will finally have a winner. Then I realized, she didn’t mean me, she meant you!” bursts out Peeta.
“Oh, she meant you,” I say with a wave of dismissal.
“She said, ‘She’s a survivor, that one.’ She is,” says Peeta.

8

“I watch him as he makes his way toward the stage. Medium height, stocky build, ashy blond hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the moment is registering on his face, you can see his struggle to remain emotionless, but his blue eyes show the alarm I’ve seen so often in prey. Yet he climbs easily onto the stage and takes his place.”

8

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.”
I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads lamb stew. 
I press my lips together at the memories of rain dripping through stones, my inept attempts at flirting, and the aroma of my favorite Capitol dish in the chilly air. Some part of it must still be in his head, too. How happy, how hungry, how close we were when that picnic basket arrived outside our cave. “Thanks.” I pop open the top. “It even has dried plums.” I bend the lid and use it as a makeshift spoon, scooping a bit into my mouth. Now this place tastes like the arena, too.

4

I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.

8

“I need to get down, to get going, but for a moment I lie there, digesting what I’ve heard. Not only is Peeta with the Careers, he’s helping them find me. The simpleminded girl who has to be taken seriously because of her eleven. Because she can use a bow and arrow. Which Peeta knows better than anyone.”

8

“You really wanna know how to stay alive? You get people to like you. Oh! Not what you were expecting? Well, when you’re in the middle of the games, and you’re starving or freezing, some water, a knife, or even some matches can mean the difference between life and death. And those things only come from sponsors, and to get sponsors, you have to make people like you. And right now, sweetheart, you’re not off to a real good start.”

8

“The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: (Hah you probably aren't gonna do this but its worth a shot because your work is amazing and I'm desperate enough to try. )4-5 times effie wants to say 'I love you' to haymitch but he stops her everytime because he tells her its not safe and it isn't until after mockingjay when they reunite in district 12 where they hug tightly and both finally say it to each other. (I just really love your writing, so I wanted to suggest something :D )

Here you go! I loved that prompt thank you! [X]

It’s a bit long sorry for people on mobile

Better Than Liquor

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At the end of the 71st Hunger Games victory party, Effie was almost in tears by the time she and Haymitch regained the penthouse. Effie couldn’t remember when she had last laughed that much – or seen Haymitch actually smirk so hard – that her sides hurt.

“Did you see her face?” Effie cackled, recalling again the look of pure horror on Viola’s face when he had not so accidentally spilled his tall glass of whiskey on her dress. It served her right, she had spent the night demining Twelve, its mentor and its escort. Of course, the best part had been Chaff’s leg stretched out not so accidentally either when Viola had tried to rush out of the room to save her dress. Effie shouldn’t have been laughing at her fall, it wasn’t nice at all and the whole thing was very immature. And yet she was still in stitches.

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