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post-war effie trinket making a rare appearance on a capitol red carpet.

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Read the theory this is based on here. You can find the story on AO3. Here's my strawpage where you can find all my socials and leave messages/suggestions if you want. I usually don't reply to negative comments so don't waste your time, I just delete them. If it's a constructive critic, it's more than welcome :D “Si vis pacem” is a work of fanfiction based on the characters and the world created by Suzanne Collins. Said characters and world are hers and not mine. This story follows Silius and Messalina Trinket, two characters mentioned on The Hunger Games: Sunrise on the Reaping and it’s based on a theory I wrote and that you can find on my social media. Again, I'm not a fanfic author. At least not until now. This could be awfully written. BUT I needed to write it. I'm sorry for how out of character preexisting characters could be and sorry if i mess up the canon. But a at the end of the day, this is a fanfiction. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. If don't, pretend. Love you.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

To be continued

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Si vis pacem

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Part 1. Para bellum.

Chapter 1.

‘Red is so my color.’ That was the only thought I had in mind while looking at the mirror the day my life changed. It wasn’t even red, it was what we call Academy rouge. We didn’t have to wear a uniform to class in University, but I loved how the Academy skirt suited me, how my figure looked perfect while wearing it. So I kept it and wore it the days I felt good with myself. I matched my make up with it too and the colors and the nice weather outside made my eyes spark.

The walk from my house to the university was one of my favorite parts of the day. On mondays and fridays I stopped at a bakery to get something sweet and a coffee. ‘A little treat to start and end the week right’, I told myself as I bought it. I used to go alone all the way to class, it used to take me ten minutes to get there the days I didn’t stop for my treat.

That was, of course, until I met Silius. I was doing a degree in communications, but I also took advanced classes in military strategy and other subjects related to politics because I wanted to specialize in that. I saw him there for the first time. He was always late to class, but he always was on top of every subject we shared. He never submitted the homework on time, but he always got the highest rate possible. I hated him for that, I was envious, so the first day I recognized him on the way to class I didn’t say anything. I didn’t approach him, I didn’t say hello. I walked about thirty steps behind him, praying that hopefully he wouldn’t recognize me. When he didn’t notice me at all, I got angrier at him. How could he not see me? I was wearing the color that made me look the prettiest.

With that mix of feelings I got to class and I didn’t see him again that day until he arrived at Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s class. He sat at the end of the classroom, next to some of his friends. By this point we have shared classes for almost a whole semester and I only knew he was Silius Trinket and he had “a promising future”.

Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s sing-song voice made me mad most of the time, but I have to admit it made it almost impossible for me to not pay attention to her. It was a point of the semester where final assignments and exams were being explained and people started to freak out about them.

‘Next to the door on your way out you’ll be able to see your partner for the assignment.’ She said in a tone that was way too serious for her so she just used it on special occasions. She had explained that we would have “to create a punishment for our enemies so extreme that they would never be allowed to forget how they had wronged us”, in Dr. Gaul’s words.

My friend, Decima, who was sitting next to me, said that she hoped we were paired together. I secretly hoped we didn’t. She was great as a friend, but I didn’t like the way she worked. So when we got to the door and I read someone else’s name next to hers I had to resist the urge to sigh out loud. Before I saw my name, I saw Crassus Snow’s name next to Casca Highbottom. They were best friends, but Highbottom was failing and Snow was on top of the class. He didn’t have the same luck I had.

Then I saw his name, Silius Trinket, next to mine. I turned around, looking for him, which didn't take long because there he was, right behind me, smiling. I never paid attention to his face, and that was the first time I realized he wasn’t only intelligent, but also handsome. I paid attention to how his smile created dimples on both sides of his face and made his blue eyes smaller than they were. His hair, almost black, contrasted with his eyes, making them stand out. I wondered if he dyed it as I did. He had his hair slicked back but some of his hair was peeking out of his perfect hairstyle.

‘Messalina, right?’ He said, extending his hand between our bodies. I took it and shook it. ‘Looks like we have two weeks to work together.’ I nodded while we stopped shaking our hands.

‘How are we going to do it? Do you want to leave it for the last minute?’ I asked.

He laughed, and at that moment I knew I was lost.

‘We can definitely work it during the following weeks, no need to do it the day before.’

‘You better be telling the truth.’ Dr. Volumnia Gaul said as she walked past us, patting his back and giving me a soft smile, which I reciprocated.

‘You better,’ I said, smiling, pointing at him. He smiled and nodded.

‘I am.’ He took his notebook out and wrote something on it. He then tore the sheet from it and offered it to me. ‘This is my address. If you’re free today, you can come after class. We start working on it.’

‘I will.’ I folded the paper and put it in my pocket.

Later that day, when I was back home, I told my mom I was going to a friend's house to do homework. I omitted the part where that “friend” was someone I barely knew, and not only that, he was a man. My mom didn’t like to see me with men. She also believes I’ve never dated before. If she knew the truth, she would die from a heart attack. People in university used to say I was promiscuous, another word for whore. I preferred saying I was free to do with my body what I wanted.

My mom was also obsessed with finding me a good husband. She wanted me to marry someone with the same status as we had. If not, better. She used to go to parties and asked the people she knew about his sons. No one was good enough for me. I liked it that way. I didn’t want her to make the choice for me.

I retouched my make up and hair before leaving the house. I was going to do homework, yes, but I was also going to a handsome man's house. I made sure I took the note with his address with me and gave it to the chauffeur when I took the car. I was expecting his home to be close to mine, I had seen him that same morning on the way to class, he couldn’t live far if he was getting there by foot. But I found myself surprised when I saw he lived on the outskirts of the Capitol. I took a mental note to ask him if he really went by foot to University, and if so, why?

When I finally got there, he was on his balcony having a cigarette. He smiled down at me when he saw me and disappeared inside, only to appear on his front door a minute later.

‘Messalina, come on in.’ He left some space between his body and the door for me to enter inside. I took in the smell of his house. Sweet, as if something was in the oven. Citrusy, as if he had an air freshener somewhere. Bitter, from the cigarette he was smoking.

‘You live alone?’ I said without looking at him, looking around the corridor, paying attention to the details on it.

‘Is it that obvious?’ The way he said it made me feel bad. He must have thought I was saying it looked messy or not well decorated.

‘No, not at all. It’s just that I didn’t hear anyone.’ I didn’t go far into his house because I thought it would be bad manners to do so without his permission.

I followed him into the kitchen when he told me to. There were some papers and pens on top of the kitchen table and I saw the light in the oven confirming that he was baking something. I sat down on one of the chairs and took a pen and a pencil.

‘I do not like vengeance.’ He said as he sat down. I gave him a puzzling look since I did not get at first what he meant. ‘For the assignment, I mean. If I had to punish my enemies, I would like to do it as legally as possible.’

I nodded, because I did agree. ‘But that’s not what Dr. Gaul wants.’

‘That’s not what she wants.’ He took another pen and a paper. ‘What would she do?’

‘When I was twelve, she came to my class to do a special biology class.’ I did quotation marks with my fingers when I said “special”. ‘The class consisted of showing us how she had merged dogs with birds and was trying to make a flying dog.’

‘Flying enemies. Got it.’ He pretended to write it down and I laughed.

‘No. I meant to say she has crazy ideas. I could never read her mind.’

The oven made a little sound and he got up. When he opened the oven’s door and smoke filled the room I couldn’t help but to smile. It smelled delicious, and it was the second time that day that I knew I was already lost. As soon as he served me a plate of that cake, the assignment was long forgotten and my life changed.

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Si vis pacem

"If only half the stories are true..." “Si vis pacem” is a work of fanfiction based on the characters and the world created by Suzanne Collins. Said characters and world are hers and not mine. This story follows Silius and Messalina Trinket, two characters mentioned on The Hunger Games: Sunrise on the Reaping and it’s based on a theory I wrote and that you can find on my social media (tumblr and twitter). Again, I'm not a fanfic author. At least not until now. This could be awfully written. BUT I needed to write it. I'm sorry for how out of character preexisting characters could be and sorry if i mess up the canon. But a at the end of the day, this is a fanfiction. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. If don't, pretend. Love you. Any suggestions and comments are welcome and appreciated. Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Tags: Hayffie in the prologue, Minor Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket, Canon-Typical Violence, Pre-Canon, I made up the Canon tho, Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, Theory turn fic, mature language, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, silina ? i guess that'll be the ship name

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Prologue

‘It’s hard enough being a Trinket.’

I stop drinking my tea when my morning thoughts are interrupted by that statement. ‘Excuse me?’ 

‘You said that once. The day we met, actually.’ Haymitch spreads marmalade on some toast, not making eye contact with me while he speaks. ‘I was thinking about it. What you said about great-aunt Messalina.’

‘Well, it is. It was, at least.’ 

Haymitch and I met 27 years ago, not in the best circumstances. He was a tribute chosen to represent District 12, I was the big sister of an Academy student chosen to style them. How I ended up being District 12 escort for 24 years of my life is a story for another day. Haymitch and I spent weeks together during the summer, watching children die, every year for 24 years. I saw his downfall and prayed for his improvement. I’m not quite sure how we became friends. I don’t even know if the word friends is appropriate for our relationship back then. That’s something funny about us, we never know what to call each other. 

He’s now looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue talking.

‘Do you really want me to tell you about them again?’ 

‘Well do you have anything else to do right now?’ He says, taking a bite of his toast. He looks out the window, pointing at it with the knife. I follow the direction of the knife; the view outside shows a summer storm that threatens to stay for the day. 

Two years ago they won a war. Haymitch, Katniss, Peeta and the rest of the rebels. I was there with them, Haymitch insisted on it. He fought for it. If I’m sitting with him right now it’s because he did what was on his hand to keep me alive. Him and Plutarch. Now I come to visit quite regularly. He has never come back to the Capitol nor I ever asked him to. I'd rather come to twelve, it feels more like a home. 

‘I don’t understand why you like the story so much.’ He just shrugs and takes a sip of his drink. I never ask what he’s drinking anymore, so I don’t know what he is having for breakfast, but I know he tries not to drink much alcohol when I’m around.

‘Well it’s an interesting one.’ He says with a grin on his face. I resist the urge to kiss the grin out of his face. He looks happy today. Maybe not happy, he just has a good mood that was rare years ago and now it’s more usual. I only see him like this with me and Katniss and Peeta. So I don’t kiss him. I smile at him, with a mix of sarcasm and playfulness on my face. 

‘You have to know it by heart by now.’ 

‘I do. But you explain it better than I do in my head. And I woke up missing great-aunt Messalina.’ Somewhere between his games and the day today he started referring to my family by the family nicknames too. It warms my heart to hear him do that. I don’t know what to say when Peeta asks me what Haymitch and I are, but it is things like this that make me say “family” each time. I feel a little playful kick on my leg under the table, his way to urge me to explain the story. So I do.

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Great-Aunt Messalina and Great-Uncle Silius and how they brought disgrace to the Trinket family: a thread of my theory.

I want to start this by clarifying that a) I’m not an expert on Roman history (that is going to make sense in a second) and b) this is just a theory(?) I came up with and polished with the help of @teasleuthing . This is solely based on the names this characters have: Silius and Messalina. They have to be carefully chosen and it has to mean something. I also want to clarify that this theory doesn’t involve cannibalism that people suggested they could be involved in; nor the Trinkets being rebel sympathizers (because Vitus does say that his family were and Effie dismisses that).

Let’s take a look at Silius first, as he is the one with less information and I think the main character here is Messalina. Silius gets his name from Gaius Silius, a Roman Senator described in ancient sources as intelligent, noble and attractive man. A married man and lover of Valeria Messalina. He also had a known enemy, Publius Suillius Rufus, who was interfering on his business. Gaius Silius. He managed to get a law to stop him but when he thought he had won, Publius Suillius Rufus successfully appealed to Claudius to amend the law.

Now, let’s look at Valeria Messalina. She was the third wife of emperor Claudius. She was powerful and really influential, and ancient sources describe her in a misogynistic way as promiscuous.She is known for plotting against her husband. Emperor Claudius is usually described as manipulated by her, unaware of her plotting and of her infidelity. There’s a lot of controversy surrounding her story because it truly looks like it was written from a misogynistic point of view and with the urge to make her disappear in history. She was calculated, she knew how to move her pieces to win power. She knew her influence and used it to get to the top.

And now, their relationship. As I said they were lovers, but they do end up getting married. Silius divorces his wife but Masselina is still married when they do it. They do this behind emperor Claudius’ back and when he learns this, he ordered their execution. The motive of their marriage is unknown, but all the clues imply that it was because they wanted to overthrow Claudius and make Silius the emperor. Masselina was given the option to take her own life, but she didn’t, and they end up killing her. Something interesting and I want you to keep this in mind now is that when they executed her, they ordered a damnatio memoriae, which meant to erase all the evidence of her existence from public and private places.

After this history class, back to the Hunger Games. In my theory, Masselina’s husband is President Maximinius Ravinstill, president of Panem during the Dark Days and after that. Silius enemy then could be Crassus Xanthos Snow, Coriolanus’ father and a military general during the DD. Great-Uncle Silius and Great-Aunt Messalina plotted against Ravinstill. Could be because they didn’t agree with how he was handling the war; could be after because they didn’t agree on the decision on creating the Hunger Games. If I had to choose I would incline to the later. Maybe Silius didn’t like that Snow’s project for the punishment to their enemies was the one that was most successful and then tried to get to the top to change it for his. As Galius Silius had a good policy, but the Emperor ended up picking Publius Suillius Rufus one. On Masselina’s behalf her motives are a mystery for me as they were for ancient sources. But what is important here is the punishment she received: damnatio memoriae, being erased.

Effie Trinket mentions that it’s hard being a Trinket and I think it could be related to that. It is “hard to be a Trinket” because they don’t let them get a name, grow, they don’t let them triumph. Their reputation is ruined forever because of what they did. Great-Aunt Messalina feels like she owes Effie and Proserpina for the shame and disgrace she brought to the family. She is to blame, as Valeria Messalina was for the ancient historians. I think in this case Silius is the one to be executed, while Messalina has to live with the consequences of being “a Trinket”.

About the blood found on Great-Uncle Silius clothes by Haymitch, it could be Silius own blood from his execution, or blood from an attempt to fight President Ravenstill. And I also think that it’s kinda symbolic to think that if this is true, haymitch wore the clothes of a man who, on his own way, defied the President and Snow once.

As I said I’m not an expert and I feel this is very vaguely explained, so feel free to add, correct and clarify anything you want. I might write a fic based on this just because i feel i can explain it better if i write the whole thing down. But I hope you like my interpretation.

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Talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

Author note: You already know the drill: I’m not a fanfic writer. I don’t know how to write fanfics i’m sorry. But i know how to write down the stuff that comes to my mind, and this is what i was thinking about when we started planning the prompts for hayffie week. If someone wants to write a full shot based on this let me know, I will gladly accept (if you obviously credit me). That said: enjoy. Title inspired by a Sabrina Carpenter song. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

TAGS/TW: there’s so much dirty talk i’m sorry/dirty talk/talking her through it/masturbation/i don’t know what penetration is i’m sorry/masturbation (both of them)/cum play? i guess/facial/praise kink/pet names (good girl used a lot)/let me know if i’m missing a tag

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Written for HAYFFIE WEEK 2025

Set in an AU where the revolution happened but everyone is fine and happy no one died. NO ONE. I’m name dropping here.

- Vacation on district 4 were necessary at least once a year.

- Everyone gathered there, sharing a house.

- Finnick and Annie, Katniss and Peeta, Johanna, Cinna, Portia, even Chaff joined sometimes.

- They’ve been at the beach most of the day.

- They were now playing pool now.

- Effie stated that she didn’t know how to play so Haymitch was teaching her.

- Chaff, Johanna and Finnick were sharing complicity looks between them.

- They laughed when they saw Effie blush when he leaned over her to help her

- “10 dollars they are fucking by the end of the vacation” Chaff said to Jo and Finnick, making sure Haymitch and Effie can’t hear them

- Johana laughed, “20 to they’re already doing it but not telling us”

- When Effie got one of the balls in, everyone cheered

- “Gooooood girl, it wasn’t that difficult now, wasn’t it?” Haymitch said with a smirk and giving her a back rub.

- Effie tries not to think about it too much. But when she’s alone in her bed she can’t fight the urge to touch herself thinking about it.

- There’s a knock on the door and she abruptly stops, Haymitch getting into her room without asking, just to find her naked on the bed looking at him mortified.

- He just looks amazed.

- “I’m sorry” he says almost whispering, trying to look away but completely failing.

- “It’s ok, you can stay” she replies, boldly even for her. She hasn’t covered herself yet. He rises an eyebrow and approaches the bed, standing right in front of her.

- Her eyes travel to his pants. He’s hard. He brings one of his hands to his erection and looks at her. “Show me what you were doing.”

- She doesn’t need to be told twice. She brings a hand to one of her breast and the other to her clit.

- “Tell me what you were thinking about”

- She tell him between moans “you, how you called me a good girl earlier”

- The groan that escapes his mouth is louder than any sound they’ve made before.

- He bends over her, watching closely, palming himself through his now incredibly tight pants

- “That’s why you’re doing everything that I’m telling you, right? You want— you need— to be my good girl. Oh but you’re so good Effie. I bet you feel and taste even better. Are you tight, Effie? Yeah, you’re. Bet you have the tightest pussy in Panem. The sweetest too. You’re going to come like this, to the sound of my voice and then I’m gonna cover you in my cum as a prize. You deserve it don’t you? Yes, you do. Because you’re my good girl. Add a third finger, stretch your pussy open for me…that’s it baby fuck you sound so desperate. Wanna cum? Yes? Come for me Effie. Come for me, say my name while you come. That’s it good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

- He puts his hand on her, to bring her fingers to his mouth to taste her.

- He groans around them and she moans at that.

- “Come here, open your mouth stuck your tongue out. That’s it princess. You’re gonna look even prettier with my cum on your face. There you go, Effie, fuck. So good. You’re perfect.”

- They kiss, tasting each other on their tongues.

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Late night talking

Day 2 - Drunk confessions and phone sex

Author note: I’m not a fanfic writer. I don’t know how to write fanfics i’m sorry. But i know how to write down the stuff that comes to my mind, and this is what i was thinking about when we started planning the prompts for hayffie week. If someone wants to write a full shot based on this let me know, I will gladly accept (if you obviously credit me). That said: enjoy. Title inspired by a Harry Styles song. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

TAGS/TW: drunk people/drunk confessions/drunk phone sex (duh)/dirty talk/haymitch talks effie through it/masturbation (both of them)/let me know if i missed any

LATE NIGHT TALKING

Set post-MJ. But just like right after.

- Haymitch gets a call in the middle of the night from the capitol.

- He gets serious and nervous thinking something bad is happening.

- It’s Effie. Drunk. Just got home after a party.

- “I really like you Haymitch. I really do.” She says, almost sad.

- “I like you too Effie. You’re a good escort even though I—“

- “No, Haymitch. I like you.”

- Oh. That’s new. Haymitch doesn’t respond for a few seconds and just says “Effie you’re drunk”.

- “I’m sure you are too”, she laughs.

- They go back and forth, fighting but not in a bad way. More like debating. Haymitch likes her too, that’s for sure.

- He probably won’t admit it with words. But he can show her.

- “I wish you were here now” she says in a whisper.

- “Well, I wish I was there too” he says without thinking it too much.

- “Yeah, what would you like to do if you were here?”

- “Don’t play with fire. You don’t really want to know the answer to that question, Effie”

- “Oh, but I do”

- He tells her how he would kiss all of her body, how his tongue would map all of her freckles.

- When he hears her first moan from the other side of the phone he has to undo his pants fast.

- She’s whispering his name as he tells her how much he would want to have her in front of him on her knees right now.

- His hand is around his cock now, going slow and steady and oh, she just got one of her fingers inside of her.

- “Add another one, stretch it good. Pretend it’s my cock.”

- He’s long gone from telling her what he would do, he’s focused on telling her what she needs to do right now.

- Her moans are louder now, his hand going faster.

- “You’re gonna come for me, Effie? Show me how much you like me. Show me how much you need me.”

- The way she screams his name it’s what pushes him to the edge too.

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A little art spin on the writing prompt for today

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Hayffie Week 2025

Day 2: Young Hayffie

Find me on Redbubble :)

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sorry i had to

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"Well, I like you better sober."

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@strrawberrywaffles I found a new meme

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You know, he likes her better without all that makeup on

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“While the world was burning, they found something neither of them expected— each other.”

First Hayffie edit :)

It got me inspired—thinking of starting to write Hayffie fanfics.

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day 2 pt. 2 — song in my language

safaera by bad bunny !

aquí llegó tu tiburón :P

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day 2 - song in my language

ingobernable by c.tangana !

el amor de mis amores ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME.? this is amazing omg

day 1 of hayffie week prompt: holiday

Lupercalia

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day 1 — happy song

music for a sushi restaurant by harry styles °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you know i love you, babe!