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hayffiebird · 3 years

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 28

Chapter 28 Shadows dancing Haymitch pulled out the padded stool in front of the piano, flexed his fingers and began with an old ballad he knew Effie loved. With the kids giving her such a hard time, she rested back in her own room but the door was ajar. She’d had no trouble hearing. “I knew you couldn’t keep away, boy,” Madam chuckled in his memory. That low, gruff sound you could hardly ever draw out of her. Yeah, life was full of surprises, that’s for sure. Right before he and Effie wound up in bed together he played just to ease her mind off things, the night after he played so she wouldn’t bring up again what had happened earlier and before he knew it, it had became a fixture to their evening routine. Save these past few days he poured them both some broth almost every night and played her a song or two. Or three. It was one of the few drink preferences they had in common. And since her first few visits to the Hob where Sae introduced her to the wide range of hot beverages Effie finally unchained him from those God-awful, postwar tea parties she insisted on throwing. Dead flowers drowning on hot, honey-water. The memory alone was enough to trigger his gag-reflex. Come to think of it he hadn’t seen Effie so much as touch the teapot ever since he moved in. It got her nauseous too now, he reckoned. What with the pregnancy and all.

A few places in the Capitol sold the stuff. Broth, that was. Though none of them nearly as tasty as Twelve’s. Sae was a wiz with her concoctions. She’d had enough practice and all – in bad times and worse – when they had little else. But even after things got better, broth was such an ingrained part of their culture it remained a steady dish on the Hob’s menu. Especially in the winter months and during the Harvest Festival. Great hangover food. Without those occasional cups brought in by Katniss or Peeta or even Sae at times he would have knelt over from malnourishment years ago. Warm milk with a pinch of spices that he stirred together when asked wasn’t so bad either but he still tended to burn the stuff. Broth was easier. “And it’s really good for the babies,” Effie said. The casting vote. She savored each and every sip; hands wrapped around her cup, much like Plutarch back in Thirteen when they finally broke out the coffee. As for the music. It unwound her. Relaxed her when nothing else could. And when she relaxed he relaxed. If that wasn’t a good enough reason he didn’t know what was. Anything to keep the babies in for as long as possible. To help them grow big and strong before taking on the bullshit of the world. Him for instance. He was rusty, without a doubt. Especially in the beginning. But as time wore on more and more melodies found their way out of his fingertips. It stunned him how accurately he remembered the ballads and lullabies and mountain airs of his childhood. A feat all the more impressive if you took into account he’d spent most of his inactive years marinating in hard liquor. Muscle memory, Effie would have called it. His heart had not forgotten the music of long ago. Simple verses with little variation from music assembly, the massively intricate melodies from Madam’s brittle, old music sheets that scattered to the wind if you weren’t careful. Even the occasional lullaby while ma rocked Amadeus in his cot or the joyful, playful tunes of father when he bounced his eldest on his knee. Effie never asked about the songs. If she had insisted on knowing the origins behind each piece he’d have a hard time keeping it up. Most of the time she just laid on her side, eyes closed and tapping her fingers to the music against her ever-expanding belly. “They love it,” she said. “I can feel it.” Such a sweet thought. Much unlikely but he hoped she was right. It was still hard. Gone were the days when he played simply for his own amusement or even escapism, the thrill of mastering a particularily difficult song. But if it brought them some joy he could better stand it. And yet, despite the painful memories interlaced with the music �� of a different life, a different family – there were still moments. Not often, not long-lasting but just as strong, just as all-consuming as ever before. Times when a string of melodies, a song once loved, struck a chord in him. Reminded him of why he gravitated toward the piano in the first place. There would always be songs he couldn’t play. Not without having a complete nervous breakdown. Like “A rain of tears” or anything even remotely close to the hope song. But with or without them there were still plenty of melodies to go around. Once in a blue moon when the tremors weren’t as bad he even played freehand. One of his favorite pass-times as a boy. And being now an adult he could figure out bits and pieces of songs he once wrote but never finished. The evening sun made a star in the smooth wood. He was on the last verse of “Daydreaming” – as Effie had come to call it. The gentle note petered out. He scratched his nose and without even reflecting he played the somber introduction of “All the pretty little horses.” Brow crinkled at the sweet, sad sounds he paused. Where’d that come from? The song never even crossed his mind, not for several years now. He gave a slight shake of his head as if to clear it and then picked up where he left off. Why not? If nothing else it was a song he hadn’t already played her half a dozen times already. When ma needed to finish a big job and couldn’t afford having him running about the house papered with patterns and cutouts of fabric, she always left him in the safe ward of Greasy Sae. She was fond of singing. Some of the first lullabies he ever learned he learned in her kitchen. They weren’t songs written down on a piece of paper. They passed by mouth. From parents and grandparents, siblings, neighbors. Sae’s greatest source of music however came from Katniss’s grandmother. They were best friends growing up. The first time she sang him this particular piece he couldn’t have been older than three, three and a half. It was a sunny day, just like today. All of her kids were at school. He was tired and cranky, yet refused to stay down for his nap. Instead he sat cross-legged on the kitchen rug playing with the house cat. Now, Buster was a lot more docile than a certain flat-nosed, one-eared creature named after a yellow flower but even he had his limit. Sae was in the adjacent room making the bed but she rushed out at the sound of him. Fingers sprawled out like a sea star, he wailed at the top of his lungs. Buster glared at him from under a side table. Turned out he’d gone and pulled the cat’s tail and got a well-deserved scratch for it. Ma would have given him a telling-to but Sae never got mad at him when he was little. She simply led his obnoxious self over to the sink where they washed the tiny cut on the back of his hand. It was so small he didn’t even need a band-aid. She merely kissed the top of it and lifted him up in her arms. He clung to her neck on the way to the bedroom. Cried for a few more moments just for good measure. Tucked in, his sobs had subsided to snivels but he didn’t kick off the blanket this time. She booped his nose, something that never failed to put a smile on his face and with her hand in his she sang him the song he was playing now – in a fair and surprisingly beautiful voice. Good old Sae. He should call her. Kind of her to think of us, he thought, remembering the P.S. on Peeta’s post card. Though he highly doubted Effie wanted to dress her kids up in someone else’s hand-me-downs. Without him here, hitting the brakes, she would have stockpiled little kiddie’s clothes sky-high. Sighing he willed himself to focus on nothing but the music. The next note, the next verse. But today was a day of distractions. More than anything else there was one thought that kept nagging at him. Like a rodent nibbling on the fingertips of a dying man in an alleyway, too powerless to evade it. If Effie wouldn’t move to Twelve or any of the other districts – and he’d be damned if Amy and Ian would spend the rest of their childhood being lugged back and forth across the country. What choices did that leave him? It took no genius to figure it out. I move here. He considered this a moment. This latter life. Take up housing with Effie and the kids. Become a roommate of sorts. Sell the geese off or hand them over to Katniss and Peeta. Visit Twelve only for Christmas and birthdays and a week here and there. Dealing with the likes of Quinlan and Plutarch Heavensbee for parent-teacher meetings and ice skating classes and whose turn it was to bring cupcakes to the playground. Being neighborly and keep the peace with people who would love nothing better than to take a wipe and erase his kids off the city’s slate. A life in the place where his nightmare first began. Bad memories lurking at every corner. Make the Capitol his home. Not a minute into this future, even an imagined one, he was wheezing for breath. His throat lazed up like when wearing those awful jumpsuits back in Thirteen. He wasn’t playing no more. Instead he tugged at the floppy collar of his undershirt, gasping for air and still not getting nearly enough oxygen. I can’t live here! Not for always! It was one thing visiting every once in a while because of Effie. Like a maddening side-effect you must learn how to cope with because the medicine was too important. But he couldn’t stay here indefinitely! He’d sooner jump off The Capitolium. But what other choices were there? No good ones, at any rate. Eyes squeezed shut, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Red darkness rolled in on him like waves. He may not know what he was doing half of the times but he knew one thing. He wanted to be in their lives. In a real way. With an almighty heave he pulled himself up. He would have played but his mind was all blank. Couldn’t remember a single song. Old or new. His legs felt like they were filled with led but by some miracle they carried him all the way to Effie’s room. He didn’t know where else to go. The bottles were dry. Not a drop left. He peeked at her through the crack in the door. She lay on her side, cooped up in the U-shaped pregnancy pillow - their latest find. He didn’t even know those were a thing. If anything it reminded him of Flavius’s boyfriend arm, only much bigger, hugging her on all sides. A ray of sunshine played in her hair, still damp from the bath. It was in moments like these that you could really appreciate how reddish her hair was. Wonder where she gets it from. She had told him once, one time or another. Her grandmother? Great grandmother? Maybe in a few weeks she’d surprise him with a couple of gingers. He pushed inside. Not even sure if he wanted the door to creak her awake or not. What was he even doing here? He should let her rest. Effie mumbled something in her sleep. Always a talker, even when she was out cold. Her eyes fluttered behind closed eyelids. He plucked the empty cup off the nightstand, like it’d been his motive for going here all along. He lingered at her side, indecisive, chest aching for more than one reason. Finally, he leaned in and brushed his lips against her tummy. The usual double kiss. “I’m sorry I yelled at your mama, little ‘uns,” he murmured. “Shouldn’t have done that, I know.” He waited for the kick in response but this time there was nothing. He sniffed, his nose suddenly congested. He kissed them again and turned away, taking the cup with him. Should’ve known it was all a nightmare, he thought back in the kitchen, washing it under a jet of hot water. No way Effie could’ve made hot cocoa without causing a colossal mess. He knew something else too. Even with the air so baking hot you melted away like an ice cream he would not stand as second more in this picture-perfect house in this picture-perfect neighborhood. Not now. Effie’s purse still sat on the hall table where he left it. He opened it and got out the shopping list. Might as well get her those boogie bulbs and what not. He found the wallet in his jacket and peeked inside, frowning. Reached for Effie’s wallet too and emptied the interest of Trinket money mishmashed with his own Games winnings. After a moment’s pause, he shouldered in to a relatively clean shirt and buttoned up. He already changed the soaked sweatpants but if he showed up wearing this flimsy undershirt, yellowed from overuse and so threadbare it was practically see-through they wouldn’t let him in. For a fleeting second his gaze fell on the bread crate but then he swept it from his mind. I’ll take care of that later. Wallet bumping against his thigh and with Mrs. Bitch’s eyes following him behind the curtain, no doubt, he left the house far behind. He was in luck too. Further down the neighborhood he had no sooner turned a corner before the bus rolled up. He waved at it, jogging toward the stop. The driver accelerated and hit the brakes, then accelerated again, as if unsure whether to pick him up or not. Finally it halted to a stop with a whooshing sound. The man eyed him suspiciously but Haymitch swung himself up through the door and the monster of a vehicle resumed its course, heading for town. Slouched in a warm seat Haymitch stared out the dust-speckled window as the rose bushes and lollipop trees rolled by, giving way for bicycle racks and dragon-shaped fire hydrants. Forgetful of the fact he never left Effie a note.

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ears-awake-eyes-opened · 4 years

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Coffee and secrets

(This prompt brought a couple of stories to mind, so I combined them. This fic feels precious, probably too fluffy for Hayffie, even in the idealization phase of their relationship. But I adore them, and they deserve some fluff. 💕)

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🎶”She's like cold coffee in the morning

I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke

She'll make me shiver without warning

And make me laugh as if I'm in on the joke

And you can stay with me forever

Or you could stay with me for now...”🎶

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A game within a game... In the Capitol betting lounge, Haymitch slid onto a chair facing away from the odds board. Everybody here is being played by a tyrant; only they’re as blind to it as if somebody sliced out their eyes.

He flashed back to piercing blue. The girl from 1 had stared him down with pupils dilated as he cut her. She’d sacrificed her *queen* in order to get close enough to eviscerate him with her axe. ‘Checkmate’ she may have thought in the moment before her skull was split in two. Or maybe in the pause she thought of home, the way he did as he passed out with blood spilling from his gut.

A “victor,” they called him then. What did any of them know about that word? By the time he eventually made it home, his loved ones were all dead, like the 47 tributes he’d outlived to be given that title. He may have survived, but he sure as hell hadn’t won.

A year later, these kids from 12, near last in the standings, weren’t going to win either. Haymitch didn’t expect to have to work at getting them sponsors because he doubted they’d survive the first ten minutes in the arena.

He’d known them from school. They were just a bit younger than he was. Miners’ kids, skin and bones. They ran slow and jumped at their own shadows. He didn’t know how to help them. “Mentor” was just another title without meaning.

So he sat in the lounge and drank a large cup of coffee as fools around him judged all those kids like goods at the Hob. What are they worth? A basket of eggs? A ball of twine? Since he’d fallen asleep drunk the night before, sipping coffee to wake up now was the most he could offer the two that he was supposed to be *mentoring*, for whatever that was worth....

Nothing. I’m worth nothing.

He slipped a flask from his coat pocket and splashed liquor into the coffee.

“Is that cream?” a young girl asked. He hadn’t noticed her sit down beside him. Hungover as he was, she might have been there all along.

“Cream?” Haymitch chuckled. It was good to feel for a minute something other than dread.

“Cream and sugar are ever so lovely, but Mother says they’ll make me fat,” she sighed, staring at Haymitch’s cup with longing. “So I always take my coffee black.”

He peered inside her cup. It held the dregs of black coffee. She drank the last sip with her pinky curled.

She was a posh little thing with pink ribbons woven in a mass of blonde hair. The color of her dress matched the ribbons. She reminded him of a wisp of clouds at the beginning of a summer sunset, caught in that fleeting moment of pink in between white and orange.

“It ain’t cream, sweetheart.”

She looked pleased regardless, straightening as tall as possible in her chair. Her cheeks were blushing as pink as her getup.

“‘Ain’t’ is slang, you know. The boys at school sing, ‘Ain’t ain’t a word, and I ain’t gonna say it, ‘cause it ain’t in the dictionary.’” She leaned toward Haymitch. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He glanced around for her parents, but saw no one paying attention. “Sure, kid.”

She dropped her voice to almost a whisper. “I looked it up in the dictionary, and it’s there as a contraction of ‘am not.’ The dictionary says it’s a ‘vulgar’ contraction, so maybe that’s why Mother tells me that saying it is bad manners.”

Who the hell is this girl? She looked up at him with piercing blue eyes, like the one he cut out of the girl in the Games. He shivered in a moment of haunting.

“Can I tell you another secret?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “I like the way you say it, and I won’t tell.”

“Won’t tell who?” Haymitch stifled a grin, intrigued by her boldness.

“I won’t tell anyone. It will just be my secret, drinking coffee with you and saying ‘ain’t’ with you. ...It can be OUR secret — if you promise.”

“Okay.” He smirked. “But I AIN’T good at promises.”

“I doubt that’s true. ...You’re good at everything.”

He was taken aback. This girl thought she knew who he was.

“Effie...” A man called from the doorway and pointed at his watch, “It’s time.”

“I need to go, so I must tell you quickly... I’m terribly sorry about what happened to your friend Maysilee — and to you. It’s quite a relief to watch you drinking coffee now without it pouring out your stomach.” She brushed the tips of her fingers against his wrist, “I’m so glad you’re alive.”

The girl DID know who he was. She couldn’t be older than 10, if that. What kind of parents here let their children watch this horror show? ...Or maybe they were forced to, like in the districts. He felt sorry for this kid, for all the kids.

Her touch lingered with mix of innocence, comfort, and curiosity. When she withdrew her hand, Haymitch was relieved and strangely sad.

“Effie!” Her father glared this time.

She hopped off the chair like the child she was, before remembering to adopt a prim posture. “I’m pleased to have made your acquaintance. ...I’ll see you again.” She spoke with assurance, rather than as a question.

“Me too, kid.” He had no idea if he’d see that girl again, but something inside him hoped he would.

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27 years later...

🎶”...Tell me if I'm wrong

Tell me if I'm right

Tell me if you need a loving hand

To help you fall asleep tonight

Tell me if I know

Tell me if I do

Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to...”🎶

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“Life is too short for bad coffee!”

“Just because you don’t want to go to the Hob with me doesn’t make the coffee there bad.”

He was right about that. Coffee beans grown in greenhouses along the southern border of 12 might not be as tasty as those imported from the tropics, but they were decent enough for Effie to consider investing in the operation.

“So you expect me to waltz in there as if I wasn’t the one who reaped their children?”

“Walking in as yourself will be fine, sweetheart. No waltzing required.”

“I escorted those babies to their deaths, Haymitch!”

“Five, six years ago,” he quibbled.

“Nobody will ever forget that — and they shouldn’t! How could anyone here ever see me any other way?”

“Shit, I don’t know. I see you all kinds of ways.” He gazed from her face down her body.

“Ha! You’re the only one here fucking me.”

“We spent most of our lives not fucking each other. Do you see me differently now that we do?”

Sex had come into their connection during the revolution when the intensity between them became impossible to ignore. The feelings came long before sex, especially for her. He was right about that too.

“If this was about you, it would be simple. This is your town, and people here love you...”

The decades-old voice within him intruded... Nothing. I’m worth nothing. “People don’t *love* me.” His tone was full of annoyance.

She touched his forehead and tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear. She leaned in and whispered, “Can’t you feel how much they do?” It was the closest she’d come to saying what she never quite said.

He felt everything with her, yet he ignored her question. “Don’t make this about me. I’m not the one who’s afraid to go to the Hob.”

“But what will they THINK of me?” Her eyes pleaded for an answer.

People’s perceptions of him didn’t matter to Haymitch, but how others regarded Effie was critical to her. He caressed her arm to her fingertips, lingering so she could take his hand when she was ready. “There’s only one way to find out, honey.”

She was wearing a white blouse with elbow-length sleeves. It buttoned at the neck, then opened in a long teardrop before fastening again just above her breasts. Haymitch stroked her skin within the opening. “Today is almost as beautiful as you. Your train doesn’t leave for hours. Let’s go have coffee in the sun.”

“If only it were that simple.”

“It IS that simple.”

She slipped her fingers between his. “Just don’t let go, okay?”

It was an easy promise. As long as she wanted him, he had no intention of letting go.

Effie opted to forgo her usual curve-hugging fashion, and she walked through town in a “peasant skirt” riding low on her hips and flowing to mid-calf, near the top of her boots. These less ornate styles were becoming increasingly popular in the Capitol. Oh, the challenge of finding such a skirt resembling neither an ancient prairie dress nor her grandmother’s curtains! But she had done it. Hers was sewn from 3 bands of fabric, indigo sandwiched between turquoise. Each tier was embroidered with black and white birds.

She held Haymitch’s hand as a lifeline.

The reconstructed Hob was a barely recognizable form of its original self. The new brick and mortar building was vast and full of windows. The space was light and open for vendors to sell their goods, with room for businesses to move in and grow. Near the entrance, there were steel tables and chairs, which were moved indoors or out, depending on the weather.

Effie had never been in the preceding shack-like iteration, so she had no basis for comparison and no idea what went on inside a trading post. This was a new experience for her in more ways than one. Late on a Sunday morning, the Hob was bustling with people buying and selling a greater variety of items than she’d imagined could exist in one place.

“You didn’t tell me the entire district would be here!”

“You’re exaggerating.”

For several hundred people who survived the revolution, District 12 was home. They took up the work of rebuilding upon a foundation laid by the dead.

Actually, there were dozens of people at the Hob that day, not hundreds. Nonetheless, Effie felt the eyes of the world, including many familiar faces from the months in 13.

Today with her hair parted on the left, swooping across her forehead, and falling to her shoulders in soft curls, Effie resembled neither her wigged escort persona nor her turbaned refugee persona.

‘Walking in as yourself will be fine...” Haymitch had said. She’d spent the past two years trying to figure out that person. Herself. She still felt far from knowing.

They passed Greasy Sae with her pot of soup simmering over a fire and her trinkets on the table. Effie ran her fingers over a pendant carved from turquoise.

“It’s almost as pretty as you, girl,” the old woman told her.

“Sae, you’re a darling. It’s wonderful to see you again.” Her statement was genuine, rather than dramaticized as it might have been in the past.

“I’ve been waitin’ for that boy to bring you around. Sure took him long enough.”

“I admit I’ve been dragging my feet,” Effie acknowledged.

“She thought she’d have to WALTZ in here; she’s been practicing,” Haymitch teased, squeezing Effie’s hand. “Are you okay here while I go get us coffee?”

She nodded.

“Meet me at a table outside when you’re done looking.” He kissed her before letting go and moving further into the building.

“For a quarter century I never saw that boy happy. He’s been through too much. Such deep scars. It ain’t fair.”

“You speak tenderly about him.” Effie valued her for doing so.

“I’ve known that one since he was a wee thing. Used to bring me baskets of his ma’s goose eggs and plucked carcasses for my soup. Traded for household goods mostly. They were on their own a long time without his Pa. ...Then he was really on his own.”

Effie’s smile faded. Hearing about Haymitch’s past always hurt.

“Oh, honey, I didn’t mean to make you sad. You bring more life into that boy than I’ve seen since his name was pulled from that Reaping Ball all those years ago.”

Sae’s words stung. Accidentally, like when you lean against a tree onto a bumblebee. Tears filled Effie’s eyes, thinking not just of Haymitch, but of the years when it was her hand pulling those children’s names.

“I’m sorry,” Effie confessed to nothing in particular — to everything. Sae was a beautiful crone in a kerchief who resembled her great-grandmother in the way all women do who have truly lived.

“Ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, girl. You’re forgiven. The good you’re doin’ now, I hear about it. I see it on his face.”

Effie glanced around them. The crowd had thinned. She lowered her voice. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“My ears are still sharp as tacks, and I’ll keep your secret.”

“I love him.” Effie whispered without hesitation. The words lifted from her chest like a weight she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying.

“Of course you do.”

“28 years, and I’ve never told a soul.”

“That’s a long time to hold such a big thing inside. How much longer are you gonna keep that up?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think he’s ready to hear it. There are no promises between us.”

“Well, you know him best, but secrets take a toll. Take care not to sacrifice your own desires in uncertainty about somebody else’s.”

“I don’t know what I want.”

“Figure that out, girl, and the rest will fall into place. Now go find that boy of yours. And remember, I live just down the road. You come to my place sometime. I’ll make you a pot of REAL coffee, and we’ll talk where the walls don’t have ears.”

‘Thank you’ didn’t seem like enough, but Effie said it anyway.

She found Haymitch in the sun. Passing behind him, she slid her hands up the back of his neck into his hair. The top of his head was warm against her lips as she kissed him. He turned and tilted. She caught his mouth and tasted him for as long as he let her.

“I’ll buy you coffee every day for that kind of reward,” he said as she sat beside him, “What’s going on?”

“Thanks for bringing me here. ...That’s all.” Some secrets she wasn’t ready to tell.

Haymitch chuckled as he pulled a flask from his pocket. The joy was as palpable as if her hand was on his chest.

“Cream?” he asked.

She blushed in the memory. “Only with you.”

Haymitch poured a shot of whisky in her coffee. Then he kissed her again, just to be sure. ...To be sure that by tonight everyone in 12 would know he was seeing Effie Trinket — and for the moment he was happy. Even if the moment was fleeting, like a wisp of pink clouds in a summer sky.

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 2 years

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Books turned into movies

Ever read a book and wonder what the movie is like? Here are some of the best books that were turned into movies. Keep in mind the book is always better than the movie.

Fear Street

The 3 movies loosely based on Fear Street came out in July off 2021 on Netflix. The Fear family curse was the main focus of the movie. Fear Street is a series of books written by R.L. Stine. Set in a fictionalized town of Shadyside and features average teenagers who encounter murderers or ghosts the first book was released in 1989 called the new girl. The series is named after the Fear family. Their name was originally spelled Fier; after hearing that the family was cursed and the letters could be rearranged to spell "fire", Simon Fier changed his name to Fear in the 19th century. Despite the family changing the spelling of their name and the renaming, the curse has survived, and Simon and his wife, Angelica, brought it with them when they moved to Shadyside sometime after the Civil War. The curse originally started in Puritan (17th-century) times when Benjamin and Matthew Fier sentenced an innocent girl and her mother, Susannah and Martha Goode, who were allegedly witches and to be burned at the stake for allegedly practicing witchcraft. Her father and husband, William Goode, put the curse on the Fiers to avenge their deaths, bringing misery and death to the family for years to come. Kiana Madeira as Deena Johnson, Olivia Scott Welch as Samantha Fraser, Benjamin Flores Jr. as Josh Johnson, Julia Rehwald as Kate, Fred Hechinger as Simon, Ashley Zukerman as Nick Goode, Darrell Britt-Gibson as Martin, Maya Hawke as Heather, Jordana Spiro as Mrs. Lane, Jordyn DiNatale as Ruby Lane, Charlene Amoia as Rachel Thompson / Sunnyvale customer, David W. Thompson as Ryan Torres, Jeremy Ford as Peter, Elizabeth Scopel as Sarah Fier, Gillian Jacobs as C. Berman.

Goosebumps

Goosebumps and Goosebumps 2 are movies based on a series of children's horror fiction novels by American author R. L. Stine, published by Scholastic Publishing. The stories follow children who find themselves in very scary situations. That, usually involving monsters and other supernatural elements. They were released From 1992 to 1997 the first book in the series was Welcome to dead house. They even made a TV show based on the books. the series has sold over 400 million books worldwide in thirty-two languages, becoming the second-best-selling book series in history. The movie first movie cast includes Jack Black, Dylan Minnette as Zachary "Zach" Cooper, Odeya Rush as Hannah Stine, Amy Ryan as Gale Cooper, Ryan Lee as Champ, Jillian Bell as Lorraine Conyers, Halston Sage as Taylor, Steven Krueger as Davidson, Keith Arthur Bolden as Principal Garrison, Amanda Lund as Officer Brooks, Timothy Simons as Officer Stevens, Ken Marino as Coach Carr, Karan Soni as Mr. Rooney,

The hunger games

The Hunger Games movie series is based on the book series by Suzanne collins. The novels in the trilogy are titled The Hunger Games (2008), Catching Fire (2009), and Mockingjay (2010). Each was adapted for film, establishing The Hunger Games film series, with the film adaptation of Mockingjay split into two feature-length motion pictures. Every year, in the ruins of what was once North America, the Capital of the nation of Panem forces each of the 12 districts to send a boy and girl tribute between the ages of 12 and 18 to compete in the Hunger Games: a nationally televised event in which the 'tributes' fight each other to the death until one survivor remains. Katniss Everdeen played by Jennifer Lawrence, Peeta Mellark played by Josh Hutcherson, Gale Hawthorne played by Liam Hemsworth, Haymitch Abernathy played by Woody Harrelson, Effie Trinket played by Elizabeth Banks, President

Coriolanus Snow played by Donald Sutherlandn, Caesar Flickerman played by Stanley Tucci, Primrose Everdeen played by Willow Shields, Mrs. Everdeen played by Paula Malcomson, Cinna played by Lenny Kravitz.

Twilight

The Twilight Saga is a series of five vampire-themed romance fantasy films based on the four novels published by author Stephenie Meyer. The first movie, Twilight, was released on November 21, 2008. The second one New Moon, followed on November 20, 2009, breaking the box office record as the biggest midnight screening and opening day in history, grossing an estimated $72.7 million. The third installment, Eclipse, was released on June 30, 2010 Starring Kristen Stewart As Bella Swan, Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen, Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black, Billy Burke as Charlie Swan, Peter Facinelli as Carlisle Cullen, Elizabeth Reaser as Esme Cullen, Ashley Greene as Alice Cullen, Kellan Lutz as Emmett Cullen, Nikki Reed as Rosalie Hale, Jackson Rathbone as Jasper Hale. The four books in the series follow the teen years of Isabella "Bella" Swan, a girl who moves to Forks, Washington, from Phoenix, Arizona and falls in love with a 104-year-old vampire named Edward Cullen. The series has grossed over $3.4 billion worldwide. 2 more books were later added to the book series.

Divergent

The Divergent Series is a feature film trilogy based on the Divergent novels by the American author Veronica Roth. In the futuristic city of dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions: Abnegation (the selfless), Amity (the peaceful), Candor (the honest), Dauntless (the brave), and Erudite (the intellectual). Beatrice Prior is warned that she is Divergent and thus will never fit into any one of the factions. Shailene Woodley as Tris Prior, Elyse Cole as 10 year old Tris, Theo James as Tobias “Four” Eaton, Ashley Judd as Natalie Prior, Jai Courtney as Eric Coulter, Ray Stevenson as Marcus Eaton, Zoë Kravitz as Christina, Miles Teller as Peter Hayes, Tony Goldwyn as Andrew Prior, Ansel Elgort as Caleb Prior, Maggie Q as Tori Wu, Mekhi Phifer as Max, Kate Winslet as Jeanine Matthews, Ben Lloyd-Hughes as Will, Christian Madsen as Albert, Amy Newbold as Molly Atwood. The books are Divergent released in (2011) Insurgent released in (2012) Allegiant released in (2013) and Four: A Divergent Collection released in (2014).

Harry Potter

Harry Potter is a series of seven fantasy books written by British author J. K. Rowling. The story follows the lives of a young wizard, Harry Potter, and his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, all of them are students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The arc of the story is about Harry's enemy Lord Voldemort, a dark wizard who intends to become immortal and what's to overthrow the wizard governing body also known as the Ministry of Magic and subjugate all wizards and Muggles who are (non-magical people). The cast of the movies are Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint and Emma Watson. Here is when the movies were released. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone released in 2001, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets released in 2002, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban released in 2004, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire released in 2005, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix released in 2007, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince released in 2009, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 1 released in 2010, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 2011. The books in the series are Philosopher's Stone released in (1997)Chamber of Secrets released in (1998) Prisoner of Azkaban released in (1999) Goblet of Fire released in (2000) Order of the Phoenix released in (2003) Half-Blood Prince released in (2005) Deathly Hallows released in (2007).

Nancy drew

Nancy Drew is a fictional character who first appears in several mystery book series as a teenage amateur sleuth. The books are ghostwritten by a number of authors and published under the collective pseudonym Carolyn Keene. The first book is

The Secret of the Old Clock (1930) Nancy Drew is a 2007 American mystery thriller film loosely based on the series of mystery novels about the titular teen detective of the same name by Edward Stratemeyer. She has been Portrayed by Bonita Granville (1938–39 films), Pamela Sue Martin (1977 TV series) who is my favorite Nancy Drew. Janet Louise Johnson (1977 TV series), Tracy Ryan (1995 TV series), Maggie Lawson (2002 TV film), Emma Roberts (2007 film) Emma was a great Nancy. Sophia Lillis (2019 film) sadly she is my least favorite Nancy Drew and Kennedy McMann (2019 TV series) they could have done so much better with her character to make her seem more like the original Nancy Drew.

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Ultimate MBTI Fictional Characters List

Disclaimer: whenever I’m refering to a literary character, I am going to specify the name of the author of the literary work that he belongs to and its original publication date; instead, whenever I’m refering to a cinematic or a tv character, I’m going to specify only the period of time in which the movie or tv show I’m talking about was on air. Therefore there might be cases where a single character appears in multiple categories, depending on whether I’m refering to the original character or its movie/tv adaptation one.

ENFJs.

Anna Karenina; Anna Karenina, L. Tolstoj (1878).

Bill Denbrough; It, S. King (1986).

Bob Armstrong; Insatiable (2018-2019).

Brook Soso; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Caroline Channing; 2 Broke Girls (2011-2017).

Catherine Earnshaw; Wuthering Heights, E. Bronte (1847).

Denahi; Brother Bear (2003).

Denethor; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Derek Sheperd; Grey’s Anatomy (2005-present).

Drusilla; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Emma Woodhouse; Emma, J. Austen (1815).

Frankie Thomas; The Sleepover Club (2002-2004).

Hans; Frozen (2013).

Horace Slughorn; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Judy Hopps; Zootopia (2016).

June Osborne; The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-present).

Kala Dandekar; Sense8 (2015-2018). (possibly INFJ)

Lorna Morello; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Lucy Pevensie; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Maeve Millay; Westworld (2016-present).

Margaery Tyrell; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Martino Rametta; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Mufasa; The Lion King (1994).

Pacha; The Emperor’s New Groove (2000).

Primrose Everdeen; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Razumikhin; Crime and Punishment, F. Dostoevsky (1866).

Robin Hood; Robin Hood (1973).

Snow White; Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937).

ENFPs.

Aladdin; Aladdin (1992).

Amy March; Little Women (2019).

Anna; Frozen (2013).

Ariel; The Little Mermaid (1989).

Beth; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Clarisse McClellan; Fahrenheit 451, R. Bradbury (1953).

Chelsea Daniels; That’s So Raven (2003-2007).

Donkey; Shrek (2001-2010).

Dory; Finding Dory (2016).

Elizabeth Bennet; Pride and Prejudice (2005).

Gilderoy Lockhart; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Harper Finkle; Wizards of Waverly Place (2007-2012).

Izzy; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Jesper Fahey; Six of Crows Duology, L. Bardugo (2015-2016).

Koda; Brother Bear (2003).

Kronk; The Emperor’s New Groove (2000).

Lilo Pelekai; Lilo & Stitch (2002).

Luke Triton; Professor Layton (2007-present).

Marty; Madagascar (2005-2012).

Mike Wheeler; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Nick Dunne; Gone Girl, G. Flynn (2012). (Ne-Te Loop)

Nymphadora Tonks; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Peeta Mellark; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Piper Chapman; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Po; Kung Fu Panda (2008-2016).

Rapunzel; Tangled (2010). (possibly ESFJ in Loop)

Ron Stoppable; Kim Possible (2002-2007).

Sid; Ice Age (2002-2016).

Sierra; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Tom Scavo; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

ENTJs.

Alma Coin; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Annalise Keating; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020). (possibly INTJ)

Berlino; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Carlos Solis; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Cristina Yang; Grey’s Anatomy (2005-present).

Coriolanus Snow; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Diane Lockhart; The Good Wife (2009-2016).

Elastigirl; The Incredibles (2004-2018).

Eli Gold; The Good Wife (2009-2016).

Elizabeth Swann; Pirates of The Caribbean (2003-2017).

Esmeralda; The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (1996).

Gale Hawthorne; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Gale Weathers; Scream (1996-2011).

Jadis The White Witch; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Jafar; Aladdin (1992).

Johanna Mason; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Kathryn Marteuil; Cruel Intentions (1999).

Kim Possible; Kim Possible (2002-2007).

Lawrence Gordon; Saw (2004).

Lynette Scavo; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Minerva McGonagall; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Miranda Priestly; The Devil Wears Prada (2006).

Nina Zenik; Six of Crows Duology, L. Bardugo (2015-2016).

Olenna Tyrell; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Scar; The Lion King (1994).

Sharpay Evans; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Tywin Lannister; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Vee Parker; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

ENTPs.

Alex Russo; Wizards of Waverly Place (2007-2012).

Amanita Caplan; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Andrew Wells; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Chris McLean; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Connor Walsh; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Dirk Gently; Dirk Gently: Holistic Detective Agency (2016-2017).

Dustin Handerson; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Elsie Hughes; Westworld (2016-present).

Fleabag; Fleabag (2016-2019).

Grace Augustine; Avatar (2009).

Haymitch Abernathy; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010). (possibly INTJ)

Jack Sparrow; Pirates of the Caribbean (2003-2017).

Jenny Calendar; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Jim Moriarty; BBC Sherlock (2010-2017). (possibly INFJ)

John Smith; Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005).

Kevin McCallister; Home Alone (1990).

Lyra Belacqua; His Dark Materials, P. Pullman (1995-2000).

Margo Dunne; Gone Girl, G. Flynn (2012).

Moana; Moana (2016).

Moira; The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-present).

Niccolò Fares; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Nick Wilde; Zootopia (2016).

Nicky Nichols; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Phineas Fletcher; Phineas and Ferb (2008-2015).

Richie Tozier; It, S. King (1986).

Sebastian Valmont; Cruel Intentions (1999).

Sirius Black; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Tyrion Lannister; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Will Gardner; The Good Wife (2009-2016).

Winifred Burkle; Angel (1999-2004).

Xander Harris; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Yzma; The Emperor’s New Groove (2000).

ESFJs.

Aleida Diaz; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Capheus Onyango; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Coralee Armstrong; Insatiable (2018-2019).

Daniela Velasquez; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Daphne Blake; Scooby-Doo (1969-1976).

Dawn Summers; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Draco Malfoy; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Dwight Riley; Scream (1996-2011).

Effie Trinket; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Fleur Delacour; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Gimli; The Lord of the Rings (2001-2003).

Giovanni Garau; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Gloria; Madagascar (2005-2012).

Gloria Mendoza; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

John Watson; BBC Sherlock (2010-2017).

Isobel Stevens; Grey’s Anatomy (2005-present).

Leshawna; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Meg March; Little Women (2019).

Molly Weasley; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Nancy Wheeler; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Owen; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Peter Pevensie; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Polly Plummer; The Magician’s Nephew, C.S. Lewis (1955).

Raven Baxter; That’s So Raven (2003-2007).

Rapunzel; Tangled (2010). (Fe-Ne Loop) (possibly ENFP)

Sansa Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Sophia Burset; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Tiffany Doggett; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Troy Bolton; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Wendy Darling; Peter Pan (2003).

ESFPs.

Asher Millstone; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Belch Huggins; It, S. King (1986).

Bellatrix Lestrange; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Black Cindy; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Buffy Summers; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Denver; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Eddie Thomas; That’s So Raven (2003-2007).

Eva Brighi; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Fliss Sidebotham; The Sleepover Club (2002-2004).

Finnick Odair; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Geoff; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Glorificus; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Hercules; Hercules (1997).

Homer Roberts; The OA (2016-2019).

Jaime Lannister; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Jacob Black; Twilight Saga (2008-2012).

Jesse Pinkman; Breaking Bad (2008-2013).

Joffrey Baratheon; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Kenai; Brother Bear (2003).

Lindsay; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Lito Rodriguez; Sense8 (2015-2018).

London Tipton; Suite Life of Zack & Cody (2005-2008).

Max Russo; Wizards of Waverly Place (2007-2012).

Mildred Montag; Fahrenheit 451, R. Bradbury (1953).

Mr. Incredible; The Incredibles (2004-2018).

Nemo; Finding Nemo (2003).

Oberyn Martell; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Peregrin Took; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Peter Pan; Peter Pan (2003).

Ronald Weasley; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Sarah Sanderson; Hocus Pocus (1993).

Susan Mayer; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Theon Greyjoy; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Tokyo; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Wendy Wu; Wendy Wu: Homecomig Warrior (2006).

ESTJs.

Anya Jenkins; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Boromir; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Bree Van De Kamp; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Cal Hockley; Titanic (1997).

Cersei Lannister; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Cordelia Chase; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Courtney; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Dolores Umbridge; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Eustace Scrubbs; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Fred Waterford; The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-present).

French; The OA (2016-2019).

Galina Reznikov; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Hector Barbossa; Pirates of the Caribbean (2003-2017).

Hermione Granger; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

James Norrington; Pirates of the Caribbean (2003-2017).

Justin Russo; Wizards of Waverly Place (2007-2012).

Lucas Sinclair; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Maddie Fitzpatrick; Suite Life of Zack & Cody (2005-2008).

Michaela Pratt; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Mycroft Holmes; BBC Sherlock (2010-2017).

Raquel Murillo; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Renee Perry; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Robb Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Taylor McKessie; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Tiana; The Princess and the Frog (2009).

Wesley Wyndam-Price; Angel (1999-2004).

Will Gorski; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Winifred Sanderson; Hocus Pocus (1993).

ESTPs.

Alex; Madagascar (2005-2012).

Big Boo; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Bronn; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Chad Danforth; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Dash; The Incredibles (2004-2018).

Deloris Van Cartier; Sister Act (1992).

Duncan; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Edie Britt; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Ethan Hunt; Mission Impossible (1996-present).

Faith Lehane; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Flynn Rider; Tangled (2010).

Fred Jones; Scooby-Doo (1969-1976).

Gabrielle Solis; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Ginny Weasley; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Henry Bowers; It, S. King (1986).

Jake Sully; Avatar (2009).

John Smith; Pocahontas (1995).

Kenny Tam; The Sleepover Club (2002-2004).

Kuzco; The Emperor’s New Groove (2000).

Nairobi; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Ramsay Bolton; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Robert Baratheon; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Steve Harrington; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Steve Winchell; The OA (2016-2019).

Tarzan; Tarzan (1999).

Taystee Jefferson; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Ygritte; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Zack Martin; Suite Life of Zack & Cody (2005-2008).

INFJs.

Albus Dumbledore; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Alicia Florrick; The Good Wife (2009-2016).

Aslan; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Bernard Lowe; Westworld (2016-present).

Binx; Hocus Pocus (1993).

Cinna; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Daenerys Targaryen; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Elizabeth Bennet; Pride and Prejudice, J. Austen (1813).

Elsa; Frozen (2013).

Emily; The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-present).

Galadriel; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Jim Moriarty; BBC Sherlock (2010-2017). (possibly ENTP)

John Kramer; Saw (2004).

Jo March; Little Women (2019).

Kala Dandekar; Sense8 (2015-2018). (possibly ENFJ)

Kidagakash Nedakh; Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001).

Laurel Castillo; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Lord Varys; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Maritza Ramos; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Melisandre; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Prairie Johnson; The OA (2016-2019).

Richard Wilkins; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Rose DeWitt Bukater; Titanic (1997).

Rosie Cartwright; The Sleepover Club (2002-2004).

Sitka; Brother Bear (2003).

Tara Maclay; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Tia Dalma; Pirates of The Caribbean (2003-2017).

Todd Brotzmann; Dirk Gently: Holistic Detective Agency (2017-2018).

INFPs.

Bella Swan; Twilight Saga (2008-2012).

Belle; The Beauty and the Beast (1991).

Beth March; Little Women (2019).

Bran Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Buck Vu; The OA (2016-2019).

Caspian; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Davy Jones; Pirates of The Caribbean (2003-2017).

Dobby; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Dolores Abernathy; Westworld (2016-present).

Don Pablo; Professor Layton (2007-present).

Eddie Kaspbrak; It, S. King (1986). (Fi-Si Loop)

Eleonora Sava; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Eleven; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Faramir; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Frodo Baggins; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Gabriella Montez; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Jonathan Byers; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Kelsi Nilsen; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Luna Lovegood; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Missandei; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Poussey Washington; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Priest; Fleabag (2016-2019).

Quasimodo; The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996).

Remus Lupin; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Riley Gunnardottir; Sense8 (2015-2018). (possibly ISFP)

Rio; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Sebastian Wilder; La La Land (2016).

Violetta; The Incredibles (2004-2018).

Willow Rosenberg; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Wylan Van Eck; Six of Crows Duology, L. Bardugo (2015-2016).

INTJs.

Amy Elliot Dunne; Gone Girl, G. Flynn (2012).

Annalise Keating; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020). (possibly ENTJ)

Ben Hanscom; It, S. King (1986).

Edna Mode; The Incredibles (2004-2018).

Elrond; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Felicia Tilman; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Fitzwilliam Darcy; Pride and Prejudice, J. Austen (1813).

Hap; The OA (2016-2019).

Haymitch Abernathy; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010). (possibly ENTP)

Heather; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Holden Caulfield; The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger (1951). (Ni-Fi Loop)

The Professor; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Jane Smith; Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005).

Kalinda Sharma; The Good Wife (2009-2016).

Katniss Everdeen; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Kaz Brekker; Six of Crows Duology, L. Bardugo (2015-2016).

Nomi Marks; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Paul Young; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Petyr Baelish; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Raskolnikov; Crime and Punishment, F. Dostoevsky (1866).

Robert Ford; Westworld (2016-present).

Saruman; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Serena Joy; The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-present). (Ni-Fi Loop)

Severus Snape; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007). (Ni-Fi Loop) (possibly ISTJ)

Sherlock Holmes; BBC Sherlock (2010-2017).

Nanny McPhee; Nanny McPhee (2005).

Theo Decker; The Goldfinch, D. Tartt (2013)

V; V per Vendetta (2005).

Voldemort; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Walter White; Breaking Bad (2008-2013).

Whispers; Sense8 (201-2018).

INTPs.

Alan Turing; The Imitation Game (2014).

Alice Liddell; Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, L. Carroll (1865).

Arthur Weasley; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Beetee; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Digory Kirke; The Magician’s Nephew, C.S. Lewis (1955).

Edmund Pevensie; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

Faber; Fahrenheit 451, R. Bradbury (1953).

Foxface; Hunger Games, S. Collins (2008-2010).

Gandalf; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Hernando Fuentes; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Hershel Layton; Professor Layton (2007-present).

Karen McCluskey; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Lewis; Meet The Robinsons (2007).

Meredith Grey; Grey’s Anatomy (2005-present).

Milo Thatch; Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001).

Neo; The Matrix (1999).

Noah; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Oz; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Peter Pettigrew; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Samwell Tarly; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Suzanne Warren; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Velma Dinkley; Scooby-Doo (1969-1976).

ISFJs.

Andrea Sachs; The Devil Wears Prada (2006).

Angel; Angel (1999-2004).

BBA; The OA (2016-2019).

Catelyn Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Cinderella; Cinderella (1950).

Cody; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Cody Martin; Suite Life of Zack & Cody (2005-2008).

Gilly; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Jane Bennet; Pride and Prejudice, J. Austen (1813).

Jill Pole; The Silver Chair, C.S. Lewis (1953).

Jorah Mormont; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Joyce Byers; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Joyce Summers; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Lyndz Collins; The Sleepover Club (2002-2004).

Manny; Ice Age (2002-2016).

Mary Alice Young; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Mary Sanderson; Hocus Pocus (1993).

Matthias Helvar; Six of Crows Duology, L. Bardugo (2015-2016).

Melman; Madagascar (2005-2012).

Mia Dolan; La La Land (2016).

Mosca; La Casa de Papel (2017-present).

Narcissa Malfoy; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Neville Longbottom; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Nonnie Thompson; Insatiable (2018-2019).

Norma Romano; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Offred; The Handmaid’s Tale, M. Atwood (1985).

Samvise Gangee; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Sonya; Crime and Punishment, F. Dostoevsky (1866).

Talisa Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Tommen Baratheon; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Victor Criss; It, S. King (1986).

William Turner; Pirates of The Caribbean (2003-2017).

ISFPs.

Adam Faulkner; Saw (2004).

Arwen; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Arya Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Aurora; Sleeping Beauty (1959).

Bambi; Bambi (1942).

Beast; The Beauty and the Beast (1991).

Beverly Marsh; It, S. King (1986).

Bridgette; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Dayanara Diaz; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Eowyn; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Eve Hammond; V per Vendetta (2005).

Gwen; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Rubeus Hagrid; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Harry Potter; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Inej Ghafa; Six of Crows Duology, L. Bardugo (2015-2016).

Jack Dawson; Titanic (1997).

Jasmine; Aladdin (1992).

Jesse; The OA (2016-2019).

Jon Snow; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Loras Tyrell; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Newt Scamander; Fantastic Beasts (2016).

Neytiri; Avatar (2009).

Patty Bladell; Insatiable (2018-2019).

Pocahontas; Pocahontas (1995).

Riley Gunnardottir; Sense8 (2015-2018). (possibly INFP)

Ryan Evans; High School Musical (2006-2008).

Shaggy Rogers; Scooby Doo (1969-1976).

Shrek; Shrek (2001).

Sidney Prescott; Scream (1996-2011).

Silvia Mirabella; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Simba; The Lion King (1994).

Spike; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Wes Gibbins; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Will Byers; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Yoga Jones; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

ISTJs.

Aragorn; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Bonnie Winterbottom; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Brienne of Tarth; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Claire; Fleabag (2016-2019).

Claudette Pelage; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Davos Seaworth; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Eddard Stark; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Edward Cullen; Twilight Saga (2008-2012).

Emily Charton; The Devil Wears Prada (2006).

Farah Black; Dirk Gently: Holistic Detective Agency (2017-2018).

Guy Montag; Fahrenheit 451, R. Bradbury (1953). (Si-Fi Loop)

Heathcliff; Wuthering Heights, E. Bronte (1847).

Janae Watson; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Jane; Tarzan (1999).

Jim Hopper; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Kendra Young; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Lucius Malfoy; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Marlin; Finding Nemo (2003).

Nick; The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-present).

Porpentina Goldstein; Fantastic Beasts (2016).

Riley Finn; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Rupert Giles; Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003).

Ruth DeWitt Bukater; Titanic (1997).

Sana Allagui; Skam Italia (2018-present).

Severus Snape; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007). (Si-Fi Loop) (possibly INTJ)

Stanley Uris; It, S. King (1986).

Stannis Baratheon; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Sun Bak; Sense8 (2015-2018).

Susan Pevensie; The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010).

William Parry; His Dark Materials, P. Pullman (1995-2000).

ISTPs.

Alejandro; Total Drama (2007-2014).

Alex Karev; Grey’s Anatomy (2005-present).

Alex Vause; Orange Is the New Black (2013-2019).

Diego; Ice Age (2002-2016).

Emmy Altava; Professor Layton (2007-present).

Ferb Fletcher; Phineas and Ferb (2007-2015).

Frank Delfino; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Gendry; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Jim Hawkins; Treasure Planet (2002).

Legolas; The Lord of the Rings (2001-2003).

Man in Black; Westworld (2016-present).

Max Black; 2 Broke Girls (2011-2017).

Max Mayfield; Stranger Things (2016-present).

Megara; Hercules (1997).

Merry Brandibuck; The Lord of The Rings (2001-2003).

Mike Delfino; Desperate Housewives (2004-2012).

Mike Hanlon; It, S. King (1986).

Mulan Fa; Mulan (1998).

Rebecca Sutter; How to Get Away with Murder (2014-2020).

Sandor Clegane; Game of Thrones (2011-2019).

Tris Prior; Divergent (2014).

Viktor Krum; Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (1997-2007).

Wolfgang Bogdanow; Sense8 (2015-2018).

#mbti theory #mbti type #mbti #enfj #enfp #entj #entp #esfj #esfp #estj #estp #infj #infp #intj #intp #isfj #isfp #istj #istp #mbti characters #fictional characters #list #mine #personal

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fandom list.

categories:

Films

TV Shows

YouTube ASMR Voice Audios (misc.)

* Italics = a character I will only write platonically.

—films

The Maze Runner

Thomas / Teresa Agnes / Newt / Minho / Frypan / Gally / Brenda / Aris / Sonya / Harriet

Janson / Ava Paige

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen / Peeta Mellark / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Haymitch Abernathy / Cato / Clove / Glimmer / Foxface / Enobaria / Johanna Mason / Effie Trinket

Rue / President Snow / President Alma Coin / Cinna

Titanic (1997)

Jack Dawson / Rose DeWitt Bukater / Fabrizio / Cal Hockley / and maybe the ship officers

Triple Frontier

Tom “Redfly” Davis / Santiago “Pope” Garcia / Francisco “Catfish” Morales / William “Ironhead” Miller / Ben Miller / Yovanna

Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Orange / Mr. Pink / Mr. Brown / Mr. Blonde / Mr. White / Nice Guy Eddie

Pulp Fiction

Vincent Vega / Jules Winnfield / Mia Wallace / Butch / Ringo "Pumpkin

Inglourious Basterds

Aldo Raine / Donny Dorowitz / Shosanna Dreyfus “Emmanuelle Mimieux” / Marcel / Archie Hicox / Bridget Von Hammersmark / Hugo Stiglitz

Hans Landa, Major Dieter Hellstrom, Fredrick Zoller (in some cases, I can write implied topics but nothing of my writing condones Landa, Hellstrom or Zoller’s actions as N*zis - in no way am I tangentially condoning their actions in this film - so they are written platonically - preferably as enemies of the reader)

Dunkirk

Tommy / Peter / George / Gibson / Alex / Collins / Farrier / Soldier (Cillian Murphy)

Midsommar

Dani Ardor / Christian Hughes / Josh / Mark / Pelle

Heathers (1989)

The Heathers / Veronica Sawyer / Jason “J.D” Dean

Scream franchise

(1996) Sidney Prescott / Billy Loomis / Stu Macher / Randy Meeks / Tatum Riley / Dewey Riley / Gale Weathers

(2000) Roman Bridger

(2022) Tara / Sam / Amber / Richie / Chad

—tv shows

Gotham

Bruce Wayne / Selina Kyle / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Jim Gordon / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska / Ecco / Barbara Kean / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Lee Thompkins / Ivy Pepper (older), Fish Mooney, Eduardo Dorrance “Bane” / Ra’s Al-Gul / Victor Zsasz, Jonathan Crane “Scarecrow”

Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, Butch Gilzean

Squid Game

Gi-Hun / Sang-Woo / Kang Sae-byeok / Hwang Jun-ho / Ali Abdul / Ji-yeong

Arcane (League of Legends)

Vi / Jinx / Caitlyn Kiramman / Sevika / Silco / Vander / Ekko / Jayce Talis / Viktor / Mel Medarda / Deckard

Powder (younger)

Euphoria

Rue Bennett / Jules Vaughn / Maddy Perez / Cassie Howard / Lexi Howard / Kat Hernandez / McKay / Fezco / Elliot

Gia Bennett / Ashtray

***will not write for Nate, Cal or Aaron Jacobs***

Skins (UK)

Generation 1: Tony Stonem / Sid Jenkins / Cassie Ainsworth / Michelle Richardson / Jal Fazer / Chris Miles / Anwar Kharral / Maxxie Oliver (no female pairing unless platonic/familial)

Generation 2: Effy Stonem / Pandora Moon / James Cook / Freddy McClair / JJ Jones / Thomas Tomone / Katie & Emily Fitch / Naomi Campbell

Generation 3: Franky Fitzgerald / Mini McGuiness / Alo Creevey / Rich Hardbeck / Liv Malone / Grace Blood

The Haunting of Hill House

Steven Crain / Shirley Crain / Theo Crain / Nell Crain / Luke Crain

Young!Crain siblings, Hugh Crain, Olivia Crain

The Haunting of Bly Manor

Dani Clayton / Jamie / Peter Quint / Rebecca Jessel / Owen / Hannah Grose

Henry Wingrave / Flora Wingrave / Miles Wingrave

Black Mirror

Bandersnatch: Stefan Butler / Colin Ritman

Fifteen Million Merits: Bingham Madsen / Abi Khan

Be Right Back: Ash Starmer

White Christmas: Matt

San Junipero: Kelly / Yorkie

Hated in the Nation: Karin Parke / Blue Colson

USS Callister: Nanette Cole, Walton, Elena Tulaska, Shania

Hang the DJ: Frank / Amy

Kenny (Shut Up & Dance) / Robert Daly (USS Callister)

*I do not write for all Black Mirror episodes*

The Pacific

Bob Leckie / John Basilone / Manny Rodriguez / Lew “Chuckler” Juergens / Wilbur “Runner” / Conley Andrew “Ack Ack” Haldane / Eddie “Hillbilly” Jones / Bill “Hoosier” Smith / Eugene Sledge / Merriell “Snafu” Shelton / Sid Phillips / Jay D’Leau / Bill Leyden / R.V Burgin / Vera Keller / Lena Riggi

Superstore

Jonah / Amy / Dina / Garrett / Cheyenne / Mateo / Marcus / Bo

Glenn Sturgis

The Queen’s Gambit

Beth Harmon / Jolene / Benny Watts / D.L Townes / Harry Beltik

The Good Place

Michael / Eleanor Shellstrop / Chidi Anagonye / Tahani Al-Jamil / Jason Mendoza / Janet

The Walking Dead (S1-11)

Rick Grimes / Shane Walsh / Daryl Dixon / Carl Grimes / Glenn Rhee / Maggie Rhee / Beth Greene / Michonne Hawthorne / Negan / Simon / Enid / Rosita Espinosa / Yumiko / Magna / Connie / Kelly / Jesus / Siddiq / Noah / Cyndie / Tara Chambler / Dwight / Sherry / Sasha Williams / Eugene Porter / Jerry / King Ezekiel / Abraham Ford

Aaron, Lydia, Judith Grimes, Henry Peletier, Sophia Peletier

Dracula (BBC/2020 Netflix original)

Count Dracula / Agatha Van Helsing / Zoe Van Helsing / Jonathan Harker / Jack

Peaky Blinders (S1-S6)

Tommy Shelby / Arthur Shelby / Ada Thorne / John Shelby / Finn Shelby / Polly Gray / Michael Gray / Grace Burgess / Lizzie Starke / May Carleton / Alfie Solomons / Luca Changretta / Tatiana Petrovna / Gina Gray / Aberama Gold / Bonnie Gold

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta / Amy Santiago / Rosa Diaz / Charles Boyle, Gina Linetti

Raymond Holt / Kevin Cozner

Shadowhunters

Clary Fray / Jace Wayland / Alec Lightwood / Isabelle Lightwood / Magnus Bane / Simon Lewis / Maia Roberts / Luke Garroway / Raphael / Jordan Kyle / Seelie Queen / Meliorn / Hodge Starkweather / Helen Blackthorn / Aline Penhallow

Jonathan Morgenstern / Sebastian Verlac (as disguise) / Valentine Morgenstern / Jocelyn Fray / Maryse Lightwood / Max Lightwood / Camille Belcourt

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Nancy Wheeler / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Chrissy Cunningham / Dmitri Antonov / 001/Henry Creel/”Peter” (not writing him as Vecna) / Jim Hopper / Joyce Byers

Eleven / Mike Wheeler / Will Byers / Lucas Sinclair / Dustin Henderson / Max Mayfield

***no longer writing for Billy Hargrove***

—youtube asmr voice audios (misc)

ZSakuVA

Professor Andrew Marston (Strict Professor series)

CardlinAudio

#fandom list #fandoms #imaginesbymk #multifandoms

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who are the mw from admins and members? any fandoms tbf i'm in love with loads

hey angel!! i would just like to start off with the fact that we would absolutely love down anyone and everyone you bring us, and that is a promise!! and if you would like to find some more suggestions, then check out our most wanted tag, promo blog or even wanted connections page!! but otherwise, here is a list compiled by us admins and our lovely members!! marvel/gifted: thor odinson, stephen strange, m’baku, t’challa, johnny storm, sabretooth, charles xavier, chase stein, alex wilder, colossus, nathan summers, tony stark, frank castle, foggy nelson, erik lensherr, leo fitz, philip coulson, kate strucker, blink, carol ferris, mystique, rogue,molly hayes, gert yorkes america chavez, the rest of the runaways, billy kaplan, tommy shepherd, pietro maximoff, groot, gamora, clint barton, and wolverine!! dc: lois lane, carol ferris cassie sandsmark, cassie cain, helena bertinelli, diana prince, arthur curry, bruce wayne, clark kent, edward nygma, roy harper, steve trevor, and hal jordan!! disney: anna, lilo, jessie, bo peep, prince adam, mauiprince kit, mrs. potts!! overwatch: mei, ana, pharah, brigette jesse mcree, reaper, reinhardt wilhelm, lucio, hazo, genji sombra, soldier 76, ashe, widowmaker, and tracer!! harry potter: mckinnon family (wanted connections), molly weasley, petunia evans, cho chang, daphne greengrass, nymphadora tonks, minerva mcgongall, ron weasley, ted tonks, albus dumbledore, jacob kowalski, oliver wood, theseus scamander any of the weasleys bpys, dean thomas, dorcas meadowes, mad eye moody, bellatrix lestrange or voldemort!! mass effect: ashley williams, miranda lawson, tali-zorah nar rayya, liara t'soni kaidan alenko, garrus vakarian, thane, mordin solus, urdnot wrex, grunt wrex miranda lawson, tali'zorah vas normandy, or james vega!! dragon age: morrigan, isabela, leliana, cassandra pentaghast, seracullen, or zevran arainai!! legacies/tvd/to: penelope park, freya mikaelson kol, finn, freya and elijah mikaelson, and marcel gerard!! hamilton: angelica, peggy, alexander hamilton, and eliza schylur!! legend of zelda: mipha, urbosa, or prince sidon!! life is strange: chloe price, kate marsh, victoria chase, nathan prescott, or warren graham!! gravity falls: wendy corduroy, pacifica northwest, candy chiu, dipper pines, bill cipher, stanford pines, stanley pines, and gideon gleeful!! shadowhunter chronicles: livvy blackthorn, cristina rosales, sophie collins, charlotte branwell, maia roberts, cecily herondale, emma carstairs, diana wrayburn, jem carstairs, nate gray, henry branwell, gideon lightwood, gabriel lightwood, gwyn, julian blackthorn, ty blackthorn, kit herondale, mark blackthorn, kieran, max lightwood, raphael santiago, jocelyn fairchild, luke garroway, sophie, gabriel, gideon, cecily, ragnor, camille, henry, and charlotte!! doctor who: thirteen, river song, donna noble, rose tyler, martha jones, jenny, the tardis, clara oswald, sally sparrow, yasmin khan, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, jack harkness, rory williams, ryan sinclair, or amy pond!! the raven cycle: adam parrish, gansey, joseph kavinsky, henry cheng, orla, persephone, piper greenmantle, gwenllian, or maura sargent!! until dawn: jessica riley, emily davis, hannah washington, beth washington, ashley brown, josh washington, mike munroe, matt taylor, or chris hartley! star wars: bail organa, cassian, chewie, finn, jacen solo, luke skywalker, breha organa, mon mothma, winter celchu, jabba the hutt, palpatine, han solo, or the rest of the rouge one crew!! got: jaime lannister, oberyn martell, bronn and all game of thrones muses you can think of!! tolkien: bard, legolas, thranduil, frodo!! the walking dead: glenn rhee!! stranger things: jim hopper, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, mike wheeler, or dustin henderson!! the hunger games: gale hawthorne, haymitch abernathy, effie trinket, and primrose everdeen!! final fantasy: gladiolus amicitia, ignis scientia, prompto argentum, nyx ulrich, cloud strife, tidus, squall leonhart!! bat out of hell strat, zahara, sloane, and falco, or any of the lost!! derry girls: clare, michelle, james, and orla!! buffy the vampire slayer: angel, giles, willow, dawn, anya, xander!! sailor moon: haruka, mamoru, minako, rei, mako, ami, chibiusa, setsuna, or michiru!! scream tv: jake fitzgerarld, zoe vaughn, riley marra, nina patterson!! anyone from a court of thorns and roses! critical role: pike, vax'ildan, scanlan, or gilmore!! alice from the magicians!! orpheus, hades from hadestown! marius, fantine, valjean, from les miserables!! avatar : the rest of the avatar gang, azula, ty lee, and mei! legit any war and peace muses!! jack morrison from ow! anyone from the travelers, black sails or outlander!! i apologize for how long this list is, but members if you have any characters that weren’t mentioned, throw them in the replies for this angel!! ♥

#fandom rp #multifandom rp #appless rp #mumu rp #active rp #established rp #anonymous #mw #enjoy this monstrously long list !!!

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gleamgalore · 7 years

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𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓪, 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓼 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓼

DC Comics

Bruce Thomas Patrick Wayne AKA Batman

Harleen Frances Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn

June Moone AKA Enchantress

Lois Lane

Pamela Lillian Isley AKA Poison Ivy

Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman

Death Note

L Lawliet

Light Yagami AKA Kira

Mello AKA Mihael Keehl

Misa Amane

Near AKA Nate River

Fairy Tail

Levy McGarden

Lucy Heartfilia

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Gou Matsuoka

Haruka Nanase

Makoto Tachibana

Nagisa Hazuki

Rei Ryugazaki

Rin Matsuoka

Kuroshitsuji AKA Black Butler

Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford

Sebastian Michaelis

Marvel Comics

Bruce Banner AKA Hulk

Meitantei Conan

Shiho Miyano AKA Ai Haibara AKA Sherry

Monster High

Draculaura, daughter of Dracula

Frankie Stein, daughter of Frankenstein’s Monster

Ghoulia Yelps, daughter of a zombie

Noragami

Iki Hiyori

Lady Bishamonten

Lady Kofuku

Paradise Kiss

Miwako Sakurada

Sailor Moon

Ami Mizuno AKA Sailor Mercury

Chibiusa Tsukino AKA Chibi Moon

Haruka Ten'ou AKA Sailor Uranus

Hotaru Tomoe AKA Sailor Saturn

Makoto Kino AKA Sailor Jupiter

Michiru Kaiou AKA Sailor Neptune

Minako Aino AKA Sailor Venus

Rei Hino AKA Sailor Mars

Setsuna Meiou AKA Sailor Pluto

Usagi Tsukino AKA Sailor Moon

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake

Fredrick Herman ‘Fred’ Jones

Mystery Incorporated

Norville ‘Shaggy’ Rogers

Scoobert ‘Scooby’ Doo

Velma Dinkley

Tokyo Mew Mew

Bu-Ling Huang AKA Mew Pudding [Golden Lion Tamarin]

Minto Aizawa AKA Mew Minto [Blue Lorikeet]

Totally Spies!

Alexandra ‘Alex’ Vasquez

Clover Ewing

Samantha ‘Sam’ Simpson

W.i.t.c.h.

Cornelia Hale; Guardian of Kandrakar, Guardian of Earth

Elyon Brown, the Light of Meridian

Hay Lin; Guardian of Kandrakar, Guardian of Air

Irma Lair; Guardian of Kandrakar, Guardian of Water

Rebecca Rudolph aka Orube; feline warrior from Basiliade

Taranee Cook; Guardian of Kandrakar, Guardian of Fire

Wilhelmina ‘Will’ Vandom; Leader of the Guardians & Keeper of the Heart of Kandrakar

Winx Club

Crown Princess Aisha, Fairy of Waves, Fluids, Oceans and Tides and Guardian of Andros

Flora, Fairy of Nature and Guardian of Lynphea

Musa, Fairy of Music and Guardian of Melody

Princess Bloom, Fairy of the Dragon Flame and Guardian of Domino

Princess Roxy, Fairy of Animals and Princess of Tir Nan Og

Princess Stella, Fairy of the Shining Sun and Guardian of Solaria

Tecna, Fairy of Technology and Guardian od Zenith

Yuri!!! On Ice

Otabek Altin

Viktor Nikiforov

Yuri Plisetsky

Yuuri Katsuki

𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼

Anne of Green Gables (author: Lucy Maud Montgomery)

Anne Shirley Cuthbert

Diana Barry

Battle Royale (author: Koushun Takami)

Fairy Oak (author: Elisabetta Gnone)

Pervinca “Vì” Periwinkle

Vaniglia “Babù” Periwinkle

Percy Jackson Universe (author: Rick Riordan)

Annabeth Chase ; daughter of Athena

Perseus “Percy” Jackson ; son of Poseidon

Piper McLean ; daughter of Aphrodite

Potterverse (I DO NOT SUPPORT THE AUTHOR, NO ONE SHOULD)

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons)

Durmstrang Institute (Дурмстранг)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Gryffindor

Hufflepuff

Ravenclaw

Slytherin

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Remus John Lupin

Shadowhunters Universe (author: Cassandra Clare)

Emma Cordelia Carstairs

Isabelle “Izzy” Sophia Lightwood

Theresa “Tessa” Gray

The Hunger Games (author: Suzanne Collins)

Effie Trinket��

Haymitch Abernathy

Johanna Mason of District 7

The Lunar Chronicles (author: Marissa Meyer)

Cinder Linh AKA Princess Selene Channary Jannali Blackburn

Crescent Moon “Cress” Darnel

Scarlet Benoit

Throne of Glass (author: Sarah J. Maas)

Celaena Sarodothien AKA Aelin Ashryver Galathynius

Lysandra Ennar, Lady of Caraverre

Manon Blackbeak

Vampire Academy & Bloodlines (author: Richelle Mead)

Rosemarie “Rose” Hathaway

Sydney Katherine Sage

𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓷𝓮𝔂

Female Leads

Esmeralda || “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”

Jane Porter || “Tarzan”

Lilo Pelekai || “Lilo & Stitch”

Princess Merida of DunBroch || “Brave”

Movies

Alice in Wonderland

Bambi

Beauty and the Beast

Cinderella

Frozen

Hercules

Mulan

Peter Pan

Rapunzel

Sleeping Beauty

Snow White & the Seven Dwarves

The Lion King

The Little Mermaid

The Princess and the Frog

Villains

Maleficent ; Mistress of All Evil || “Sleeping Beauty”

𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼

Mystic Messenger

707 AKA Luciel AKA Saeyoung Choi

Jaehee Kang

Jumin Han

Rika

Unknown AKA Saeran Choi

V AKA Jihyun Kim

Yoosung Kim

Zen AKA Hyun Ryu

Blood in Roses

MC: Mina Hambleton

𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓼 & 𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼 (𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓷𝓮𝔂)

Beetlejuice (director: Tim Burton)

Heathers (director: Michael Lehmann)

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Jason Dean AKA J.D.

Martha Dunnstock

Veronica Sawyer

Now You See Me & Now You See Me 2 (directors: Louis Leterrier -1- ; Jon M. Chu -2-)

Dylan Rhodes (Dylan Shrike) aka The Agent

Henley Reeves aka The Escape Artist

J. Daniel Atlas aka The Showman

Jack Wilder aka The Sleight

Lula May aka The Self Decapitator

Merrit McKinney aka The Mentalist

Pulp Fiction (director: Quentin Tarantino)

Studio Ghibli

My Neighbor Totoro (director: Hayao Miyazaki)

The Devil Wears Prada (director: David Frankel)

Andrea Sachs

Miranda Priestly

The Incredibles (production company: Pixar Animation Studios)

Helen Parr aka Elastigirl or Mrs. Incredible

Lucius Best aka Frozone

Violet Parr

Who Framed Roger Rabbit (director: Robert Zemeckis)

Jessica Rabbit

𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶

Colors

Black

Blue Ivy

Light Blue

Light Coral

Pine Green

Purple

White

Creatures

Nymphs

Vampires

Werewolves

Dreamcast

Katie McGrath as Queen Grimhilde from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves”

Greek Mythology

Persephone, Goddess of death, life vegetation and destruction & Queen of the Underworld

Made for my Bae @superbitchtaco

Dab Howlter X Evan Pancakes playlist

Periods

Halloween

𝓣𝓥 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

American Horror Story: Asylum

Sister Mary Eunice

American Horror Story: Coven

Cordelia Goode Foxx

Fiona Borgia Goode

Marie Laveau

Misty Day

American Horror Story: Murder House

Billie Dean Howard

Moira O’Hara

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Buffy Anne Summers

Cordelia Chase

Willow Danielle Rosenberg

Doctor Who

Amelia Jessica ‘Amy’ Pond

Captain Jack Harkness

Donna Noble

Martha Jones

River Song

Rose Tyler

Friends

Chandler Muriel Bing

Joseph Francis “Joey” Tribbiani Jr.

Monica Geller

Phoebe Buffay

Rachel Green

Ross Geller

Game of Thrones

Modern!AU Margaery Tyrell

Modern!AU Sansa Stark

Riverdale

Archibald “Archie” Andrews

Cheryl Blossom

Elizabeth “Betty” Cooper

Forsythe Pendleton “Jughead” Jones III

Josephine “Josie” McCoy

Kevin Keller

Veronica Lodge

Sense8

Capheus Onyango

Riley Blue (née Gunnarsdóttir)

Wolfgang Bogdanow

The Addams Family

Morticia Frump Addams

Ophelia Frump

Teenager!Wednesday Friday Addams

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye

Eleanor Shellstrop

Janet

Jason Mendoza

Michael

Tahani Al-Jamil

The Librarians

Cassandra Cillian

The Umbrella Academy

#04 Klaus Hargreeves AKA The Seance

#myaesthetics #Aesthetic #aesthetics masterlist #masterlist #m.list #tv series #dramas #moodboards #music #colors #creatures #movies #kpop #disney #games #anime

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flusendieb · 8 years

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So my girlfriend asked me to do that character meme, but rather than giving me names she gave me several genres from which to choose a couple of characters each. (To remind myself: one or two from any sitcom, one or two from any horror show, one or two from any fantasy show, up to five from any YA dystopian fantasy book that she has also read, one or two from any drawn fiction [comic, manga, anime, cartoon and the like] and a character from Monster High)

Note: since I’d just mark “neutral” for every single character’s “hotness level”, I’m gonna save some space and leave the whole thing out

1. Manny Bianco (Black Books)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: will do anything for you, most importantly your taxes (and make you a sandwich on top of that) worst quality: eats all your bees ship them with: nobody brotp them with: Fran Katzenjammer needs to stay away from: that sleazy photographer misc. thoughts: I feel like the sorting hat would most definitely want to place him in Ravenclaw, but it would be very possible for Manny to ask to be placed in Hufflepuff instead. He’s definitely a genius, but he might feel safer in a less studious environment where his creativity can flow freely and the kitchen is nearby.

2. Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: is a great sport despite her numerous neuroses worst quality: cares too much about what other people think of her ship them with: Jake brotp them with: Rosa, Gina, Captain Holt, Jake needs to stay away from: the sixth drink, because six-drink-Amy is just sad misc. thoughts: she’s adorkable and even though I like pretty much everyone on B99 that’s not supposed to be disliked, I think I like her a little bit more than everyone else (except Rosa, who will forever be my fav)

3. Atticus Murphy Jr. (Todd and the Book of Pure Evil)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: incredible taste in clothing, as proven by the sweater vests he always wears worst quality: as your guidance counsellor - which is what he is - he’s not very helpful ship them with: nobody brotp them with: Todd, Curtis, Jenny and Hannah needs to stay away from: his Dad, the Satanists and the Book misc. thoughts: he wishes he was in Slytherin and so does his Dad, but deep down he's neither ambitious nor cunning enough and basically just wants to be liked

4. Audrey (Scream)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: actual tomboyish character worst quality: too secretive for her own good ship them with: Emma brotp them with: Noah needs to stay away from: psychotic killers (which - to be fair - is easier said than done in Lakewood) misc. thoughts: to be honest I don’t remember that much about the show (because I found it to be quite ridiculous in large parts), but my favorite moment is probably Audrey stabbing that copycat/prankster, instead of running away scared

5. Rupert Giles (Buffy - The Vampire Slayer)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: bookish type worst quality: potentially manipulative / bit of a dark side ship them with: nobody brotp them with: Anya, Spike needs to stay away from: the Watcher’s Council misc. thoughts: I’d very much like to see a mini-series about Ripper 6. Brittany S. Pierce (yes, I’m counting Glee as fantasy because fuck it, why not)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: very adept at making friends, also great talkshow host worst quality: can be brutally honest in a kind of mean spirited way, also tendency to manipulate others ship them with: Santana brotp them with: everybody needs to stay away from: Will Schuester (simply because everyone needs to stay away from that unstable, manipulative manchild) misc. thoughts: needs to be protected at all cost, because despite her manipulative streak, her general confusion does make her vulnerable. I can’t decide whether she’d be in Slytherin or Hufflepuff or even Ravenclaw, she’d fit in everywhere except Gryffindor. Would instantly become best friends with Usagi Tsukino given the chance.

7. Tally Youngblood (Uglies/Pretties/Specials)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: pigheaded worst quality: a little slow on the uptake, tends to rush into things without thinking ship them with: Zane brotp them with: David, Shay, Andrew Simpson Smith needs to stay away from: bubbleheadedness misc. thoughts: I kind of like that liking her isn’t easy, because she’s a little dimwitted and constantly makes mistakes - which is especially enfuriating, when those mistakes could have been easily avoided. I love how she changes over the course of the books, while somehow still staying true to herself.

8. Doctor Cable (Uglies/Pretties/Specials)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: at least has somewhat good intentions? worst quality: powerhungry megalomaniac ship them with: nobody brotp them with: nobody needs to stay away from: any position of power, lest she be corrupted again misc. thoughts: when saying I don’t like them, I mean that in the sense that I like to dislike her, because she’s an interesting villain that I’d actually like to get more background on

9. Effie Trinket (The Hunger Games)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: actually cares worst quality: ignorant ship them with: nobody brotp them with: Haymitch needs to stay away from: the pampered, ignorant life in the Capitol misc. thoughts: my thoughts on her character might be compromised by the movies? I think she didn’t have as much of a character arc in the books

10. Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: knows how to manipulate the audience worst quality: doesn’t have many fucks left to give ship them with: peace of mind brotp them with: Effie needs to stay away from: alcohol misc. thoughts: would like to read a more detailed account on how he won his Games, also forever sad they left that footage out of the movie (even though I can see why)

11. Gert (I Hate Fairyland)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: keep out of Hogwarts at all cost! best quality: murderously delightful worst quality: delightfully murderous ship them with: nobody brotp them with: Larry (nobody else would put up with her) needs to stay away from: mushrooms misc. thoughts: seriously, don’t let her near Hogwarts, she’d burn the school to the ground and kill every living creature in the Forbidden Forest

12. Nanami Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: very caring (Tamago Tamago Ta ~ma ~go) worst quality: way too jealous ship them with: nobody brotp them with: Utena, Anthy (I think they’d make great friends under different circumstances) needs to stay away from: her big brother and all the other assholes misc. thoughts: favorite character of the whole show. Even though in the grand scheme of things she’s not that interesting, she is the main character in my three favorite episodes, and I love the insanity that constantly seems to surround her

13. Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: smart, adorkable nerd worst quality: - ship them with: nobody brotp them with: everybody needs to stay away from: - misc. thoughts: to be honest I don’t remember much about any of the Monster High characters, except that I like the main characters and always get a laugh out of the short episodes of the series

#typeical #memetic

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 26

Author’s note: As always, thank you for your lovely support! Slightly shorter chapter today but I hope you’ll enjoy it just the same. Chapter 26 On the ropes Like clockwork, Haymitch stirred only a few minutes in. With a grunt and a sigh he ran his leather-dry tongue against the inside of his mouth. Barely awake he groped around for the hip-flask, forced open a sleepy eye to check the room off as empty and brought it to his lips. Drops from heaven. He sucked on it like a fretful, hungry baby and grunted in relief at the burning sensation. Just two more sips. Heaven, or hell more like it. It took everything in his power to lower the flask again before he lost his last ounce of control. He slipped it back inside his pocket til next time and rubbed a thumb against his aching temple. How long was I out for? The only telling of time was the sun, peeking through a different window. The scarce light seared his brain like razor blades despite the curtains and he pressed his hand over his face, groaning. What he wouldn’t do for a real proper night out. A chance to just drink himself senseless and fuck the consequences! Pretend for one second of his godforsaken life that he was a man with no obligations. No responsibilities. He rolled more than rose from the couch. His knees popped like logs burning in the fireplace. Today would be another scorcher, for sure. Even in just the undershirt he was all sticky and disgusting. Steadied against the coffee table he swallowed a flood of salvia when the room tilted and his stomach with it. No. Get a grip. He couldn’t afford losing even one of those precious few mouthfuls. Not until he had replenished his supplies. And he had to, soon, at least once before the birth. But carrying twins took its toll on Effie, especially this late in the pregnancy. She napped all over the house. Fingers and toes crossed he’d manage to sneak downtown, buy a bagful and hide the evidence before she woke. And even if not, what choices did he have? A flare-up was better than the alternative.

Breathing through his nose the queasiness subsided. For now, anyway. His knees quivered but felt like they’d actually hold him up this time. The ringing in his ears gave way for mockingjay song and that’s when he picked up on something else. Voices. Oh, God. Not visitors this early. Anyone knocking here spelt trouble. Probably Mrs. Bitch again. Complaining as usual. Still not trusting his spaghetti legs Haymitch felt his way through the house. Effie shouldn’t have to deal with the neighbor’s bullshit alone. But just as he was about to turn the corner with a perfect snarl at the ready, Haymitch slowed to a stop. For he recognized that voice. And it didn’t belong to a bitch. “The Capitol doesn’t feel like home to us. It never did.”

Haymitch drew back at the sound. He was no eaves-dropper. Not beyond the occasional bedtime story, at least. Yet there was something in Annabel’s tone, in those chosen words that kept him rooted to the spot, incapable of movement. Hidden just out of sight he strained his ears so as not to miss one syllable.

“Life is mad out here.” With the phone built into the wall, much like the mouth pieces in the Training Centre, he heard Annabel almost as well as he would Effie. “The house is a wreck. Half of it sealed off. Neither June nor myself goes to bed before midnight. We cook for ten. You should see the stacks of dirty dishes piling up every night! And yet...”

Her voice faltered.

“It’s different here. Out in the orchards. By the water’s edge. Easier. Every meal doesn’t feel like I’m waging a war. I’m more me fixing a clog in the kitchen than I ever was during all those years in the Capitol. June feels the same way. We’ve talking about it. Many times. There’s… there’s nothing keeping us in the city. Not really. Not anymore. The house would probably be on the market already hadn’t you showed up. It’s not our home. Haven’t been for years. But... perhaps it can be yours.”

The heat rising further and further up Haymitch’s face with each word uttered pounded his ears so he almost didn’t hear the rest of the exchange. He clutched the edge of the wall, palm slick against the paint.

Effie’s and Annabel’s voices blurred together like static. White noise. Black spots swam across his field of vision and he bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.

“You don’t have to decide anything on the spot,” Annabel said. “If you want to buy or rent it we will hold it for you until then. We’d love it if you stayed. You and the children. That way you don’t have to start over fresh in another district. If it’s like you said and Twelve isn’t an option …”

Haymitch let go of the wall, arms slumped at his sides. Breathing heavily, cheeks so hot they stung, he just turned on his heel and lumbered off down the corridor.

He needn’t hear no more.

xXx

Effie Trinket would be the first to admit her thirst for coffee. Out of all people in the District 12 team she was definitely the caffeine addict. She used to litter the Training Centre with empty cups. Of course, the night owls Cinna and Portia helped too.

“Good Lord, what the hell is this?” Haymitch choked and spat his mouthful back in to the cup the first and last time he ever drank Effie’s concoction. “I’ll have heartburn for the rest of the Games now. What a witch’s brew! No wonder you need pills to sleep.”

“Just add some milk then, if it’s too overwhelming,” said Effie and poured herself a cup of the black tar she called coffee. “Oh, that’s good.” Eyes closed, she ran her tongue over her top lip. “That’s amazing!”

“Whoa, sweetheart,” Haymitch said and formed a T with his hands. “You’re gonna gimme a hard-on.”

“Well, that’s your problem,” Effie said into the cup. “Not mine.”

Back when they slept together Haymitch needed only hold the mug right under her nose to pull her from her slumber. Freshly ground coffee and a gorgeous, naked man - what better way to start the day?

Caffeine was by far the hardest thing she had to give up when the home pregnancy test came out positive.

Even now, when the smell wafted out from the kitchen her heart beat a little faster.

Or maybe it wasn’t just the coffee.

“Think about it,” Annabel spoke in her memory. “Talk to Haymitch. Maybe this is the best first solution.”

“Hey,” she said with a soft knock in the door frame. Haymitch’s eyes flitted to her as he set the butter and blackberry jam on the table.

He turned to the stove. His broad frame covered the action as he poured himself a cup from the pot but she didn’t have to look to know it was already filled half-way up.

“There’s fresh water melon,” he muttered and nodded toward the fruit tureen filled with ice. “Remember, the doctor told you to drink more in this sweltering heat.”

“I remember. What a gorgeous breakfast table.”

“Yeah, well. Don’t have much choice, do I?” His voice sounded hoarse and raspy. That’s what screaming yourself out of nightmares did to your vocal cords. “Who wants their eggs raw?”

“They weren’t raw last time,” Effie objected.

“No. Boiled green.”

True.

She ruined most dishes she tried her hands at, even when she followed a recipe. With Haymitch at the helm there was at least a 50 % chance the food turned out edible.

“Well, I’m starving,” she said to say something. “All three of us are.”

Haymitch poured some milk into his pretend coffee and lifted it from the counter. Even with two hands, the cup rattled the saucer.

“I got it!” he snarled when she tried to help. He set it by his empty plate and slumped into a seat. Righted the cup up so as not to spill any precious drops. “Well?” he said, looking back at her. “We’re gonna eat or what?”

Effie pulled out a chair. With this ever-growing planet of a belly she swore she was getting clumsier and more immobile by the hour. And settling herself into a seat was the easy part. That she managed on her own.

Getting up, whether from the bed or the couch or the tub that was a whole different matter. If she was to regain her feet before the end of the century Haymitch must assist. Poor Haymitch. He turned red as a beetroot each and every time she stepped onto the bath rug, butt naked and dripping with suds.

“Didn’t take you for the squeamish type,” she smiled, being wrapped in his bath towel. “Since you put these babies in me in the first place.”

“It’s for your sake,” muttered Haymitch, eyes on the floor. “‘scuse me for being considerate.”

“Oh, I lost my last scrap of dignity months ago,” said Effie with a wave of her hand as he helped her on with the bath robe. “And I fear you better get re-used to the naked female form, sweet Haymitch. Childbirth isn’t exactly a covered-up affair.”

She poured herself a glass of orange juice. Haymitch, on the other hand, didn’t touch any of the delicious food. Not even the coffee. He just sat there, drooped in his seat. Eyes vacant. Arms crossed against the table to hide the tremors.

New wrinkles marred his forehead, adding ten years to his age. His nose was all red and runny, like after a walk in the cold. His eyes too. They shone in the light from the windows, ringed in bruise-like shadows. Had it been anyone else other than him, she might have mistaken them for tears. But this was Haymitch Abernathy.

“What?” he asked when he felt her staring. Effie bit her lip and moved her attention to the bread basket.

“Mind if I take the last one?”

“Help y’self. Why you askin’ me for?”

Her hand closed around the lone rye bun sitting on a bed of cardamom biscuits. It was so quiet around the table you could hear the puff of wind when it rustled the apple tree.

Finally Haymitch breathed a sigh and grasped for the ear on his cup. Hand trembling like a puppy in the rain, it rattled the saucer and a toffee colored drop bloomed up over the table cloth.

He tried again, using both hands and this time he brought it all the way up to his lips but the china clattered against his teeth and he only managed to scald his tongue.

“Oh, fuck my day…”

He set it down and scooped up some ice from the fruit tureen instead. He rested it against his temple and closed his eyes, like he’d just been in a fight.

“Do you want something for your head?”

Haymitch snorted.

“Like what? A blunt object?”

“We can go down to the pharmacy. It opens soon.”

“Why bother? Nuthin’ works.” He grabbed one of the cardamom biscuits and dunked it in his cup. “Not where you’re lookin’.”

“Maybe some fresh air then? Couldn’t hurt. I need to visit the Forum anyway. Perhaps you’d like to join?”

“Fine with me.” He moved the handful of ice to the center of his forehead. A trickle of water ran down his wrist. “Don’t see what we need though. Got so much stuff already we can open our own store.”

“Well, we better stock up as much as we can now while we have the chance. Diapers and whatnot. Once they’re born time will be tight.”

“You’re the boss.”

They finished the rest of the meal in silence. Haymitch sucked up his coffee one biscuit at a time and missed all the fleeting looks coming from across the table.

Effie nibbled her sandwich. Usually she savored every bite but the taste reminded her so of District 12 it took three efforts before the food went down.

Dark rye bread baked with sunflower seeds told of breakfasts in bed. Lunches at the bakery. Hidden squeezes of Haymitch’s hand around hers in busy times – warm and steady. A stolen kiss or two when no one else was looking.

There was simply no point talking with him right now. She’d seen him like this a hundred and one times during the Games. Before ten o’clock Haymitch Abernathy’s door sign hadn’t switched to “open” yet. Didn’t matter how many times you knocked. Years of hard-earned experience taught her that.

Just leave him alone. Better for all involved.

She gasped and her hand flung to her side. The twins had been calm for most of this morning. Just stirs and the occasional rolling over. But this kick, right in the ribs, was so brutal and unexpected she’d be damned if they didn’t plan it together. Like they disapproved of her previous notion.

Ow. She rubbed the spot. You’re growing too strong for me, little ones.

Her gaze shifted to their father but luckily, her discomfort slipped under Haymitch’s radar this once. He just gnawed on his biscuit, mind miles away. Someplace where she couldn’t reach him.

What a sad irony. She needed him sober, level-headed, for this kind of talk but at the same time it was a futile mission, discussing their children’s future before he had a few good drinks in him first. Because without them, all he really heard was the desperate call for help from his own abused body. Lost in some kind of in-between state. A fish gasping for breath in a puddle.

Patience. She had to be patient. This was too important. The right moment would arise. It just wasn’t now. Far from it.

Maybe tomorrow, she told herself when her cheek touched the pillow. Tomorrow will be better.

At yet, each day Haymitch looked worse. Worn like a wrung-out rag. Like something tossed in the trash bin. He kept to his room more than he used to and sometimes when she walked by his door at night she heard him roll and roll over in there. Moaning, like he had a fever.

He still joined in their daily activities but he talked only when spoken to and in such clipped sentences you’d think he paid for each word. If she suggested something he agreed to it, without fail and then spent all their “bickering time” saved up, hunkered in a bay window with the hip-flask.

She preferred their fights. Absolutely. Didn’t matter what it was about. She could work with that. At least when they fought they met each other half-way, once the storm blew over.

What was she supposed to do with all this silence? When Haymitch drew back into himself like a turtle in its shell. Became a wall with no door handle.

He always was a man of secrets. Of endless roadblocks and checkpoints. Almost as soon as you passed through one of them you had to stop at the next.

Even when they were at their rawest, most vulnerable; skin on skin, heart to heart with nothing shielding them from one another, the glimpses into his soul – the places where the ghosts resided – were so rare. Like the northern lights or a solar eclipse. She knew next to nothing about his life, about his past. This man who’s children she was about to bare into the world.

It wasn’t his fault, this shadow over his life and she tried to respect his boundaries. But when she felt them kicking within her, these two little ones about to join their fractured, patched up family, tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t help it.

Time. Just give him time. He’s still coming to terms with being a father. This decision can wait. Annabel said so. If he needs space just give it to him. Let him come to me. He will when he’s ready.

Besides, there was something else tugging at her attention.

It happened a little over a week ago. The first time.

Haymitch showered and Effie stood by the kitchen counter, making pomegranate juice to the sound of water gushing through pipes.

She hummed a simply little note to the twins. Bits and pieces of a half-forgotten lullaby. Her hands were sticky from the juicy pulps and she sucked the sweetness from her fingertips. She was really burning through not only the bread supply but the fruit crates as well.

With the pomegranates scored in to chunks and all those delicious, ruby seeds taken care off she was just about to plug in the blender when she drew a sharp breath and doubled over, clutching her tummy.

Eyes squeezed shut she pressed her hand against the counter, the other one in to herself. Her abdomen was tight as a drum. Pain, like period cramps but turned up to eleven, clutched her insides.

A whimper pressed out between her lips and she fought the urge to hold her breath like she normally would when hurting. Instead she forced air in to her lungs. In and out, in and out, counting the seconds like between lightning and thunder.

It lasted no more than a minute. Less even. Then it went away again with nothing but her moist forehead as proof it happened at all.

It rattled her. Quite a bit. It happened so out of the blue. No warning. Carrying Amy and Ian, while uncomfortable, had been such smooth sailing. Compared to her last pregnancy this one was a breeze.

But it seemed like she was finally having those Braxton Hicks contractions after all.

She never told Haymitch. He had enough of his own problems and she didn’t want to add to the pile.

It happened again a couple more times. That tightening of her lower abdomen. Always in the wake of Amy and Ian being particularly active but far in between and not nearly as painful as the first one.

All normal. Nothing but what to expect.

Not that Haymitch would listen to reason. He’d go in to full panic mode and drag her to the hospital no matter what she said.

She already did the rushing in when she carried Alex. This was just more of the same. False labor. She even called her doctor while Haymitch still showered, just to be on the safe side.

It did of course wreck her last shrivel of hope for a 40 weeks pregnancy.

It could happen any day now.

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 27

Chapter 27 Shot full of holes Haymitch twisted the locks but it was a lost cause. The handle wouldn’t budge an inch. He cussed under his breath. Capitolians. Always making things difficult for everyone else. Even something as simple as a front door you needed a manual for. He wasn’t that drunk, honestly. He only had dregs all day. The whisper of rain tapped on the frosted glass and he gave the handle another forceful rattle. God knew it would be satisfying to go all apeshit on the fucking thing but Effie usually spent the afternoon napping and he wouldn’t risk waking her, hell no. “Come on,” he hissed as he turned and twisted the locks for surely the 50th time. And just when contemplating jumping out a window the door jerked open and he staggered forward, onto the front step. Squinting he held up a palm against the ball of butter in the sky. But the warm drips of rain were sweet as a caress against his flaking, sunburn skin. It wasn’t much but he took what he could get after months of roasting like a chicken in the oven. He hated these yearly droughts. Not just the “sweating like a pig” part – which was maddening in and of itself – but the painful memories they harbored.

The dry spells of his childhood always meant a starving winter for the districts since the crops wasted away in the fields. It didn’t matter that the desperate situation was now a thing of the past. The anxiety was built in to his nervous system somehow. Like waking up hyperventilating in the days and weeks of the Hunger Games despite them being over for several years now. Whenever they were blessed with rain, no matter how scarce, he always went outside. He and his brother both. Amadeus used to hold his skinny arms up as if to embrace the sky. And old habits die hard. Course, even without this God-sent drizzle Haymitch would have left his room sooner or later. He could only stay for so long in a closed space before it turned in to a tomb; a noose around his throat. Supported by the curved, black-painted railing he lowered himself on to the stubby, old welcome mat. The drizzle shone like drops of gold in the afternoon light. Made rings on the pond. Rainbows in the glittery air. It wouldn’t last of course. Nothing did. And true enough. Almost before he thought it the sky closed the tap. The baking sun dried the wet marks off the moss-soft asphalt and the pond turned mirror-clear. Smooth as ma’s grand piano, back in the day. Puffy, white clouds sailed across the surface, upside down, as if mocking him. He was just groping around for the hip flask when a white delivery van pulled up to the curve. A boy no older than Katniss and Peeta jumped out. He lifted a crate the size of a small hope-chest from the trunk and set it by Haymitch’s feet. “Delivery for Mr. Haymitch Abernathy and Ms. Effie Trinket,” he said in a bored voice, his eyes never leaving the communicuff or whatever he had on his arm. He had a big, protruding snout surrounded by pimples. “Sign here, please.” He did and the boy swung himself back in to the car and drove off, leaving only the faint smell of gasoline. In moments like these he really missed his knife but after a broken nail or two he managed to lift the lid. Before him, in neat rows lay white paper packets of cookies, packages of muffins and fragrant rolls, well wrapped up. Curtsey of Baker Boy. Only this time in even greater abundance. He plucked a packet at random. He hadn’t eaten in well over six hours and even then only nibbles, washed down with liquor. He broke off a piece of the soft-baked, crisp-edged cookie and slipped it in to his mouth. There was a postcard too, smelling like its baked travel companions. A drawing of Buttercup glaring at him from under a honeysuckle bush. He flipped it over and just like he recognized the strokes and colors of the drawing he knew that neat, careful handwriting even before he read the signature. “Oh, Peeta. You could teach a calligraphy course,” Effie thrilled in his memory, admiring the swift J’s and R’s and M’s on the menu board. “Our children are so talented in so many ways, aren’t they?” she beamed and squeezed Haymitch’s arm, like it was all her doing. “’cept they aren’t ours, sweetheart.” She gave a light shrug, like it couldn’t possible matter. “Close enough. Now,” she added, hand tucked in the crock of his elbow. “What dessert do we fancy?” Chewing slowly, Haymitch stared at the postcard and the few written lines. The kindness behind each word. Happy birthday, Haymitch! Yes, I know you don’t make a big hoot about it but you know Effie will beat us over the head with a stick if she believes we’ve forgotten you. How is everything? You and Effie OK? Tell her we send our love. The geese are all thriving. Katniss says hi! Give us a call sometime. Peeta P.S: Sae says that if you ever run short on baby clothes she’s got a whole dresser full. She misses you. We all do. Will you come and visit soon? Once they’re old enough? Take care, Haymitch. Stay out of trouble. The creamy chips of white chocolate, the tart dried cranberries grew in Haymitch’s mouth. He unpocketed the hip flask and tipped it up, despite better judgment. Swished the mouthful for a good 10 seconds before he let the whole sweet-sour concoction go down, leaving nothing but the bitter, familiar, tongue-numbing taste. He slipped Peeta’s postcard back in the crate along with the packet of half-eaten cookies. Closed the lid with finality. Effie could have them. All of it, really. With all the painful memories those treats brought up – the kids, the bakery, his life with Effie – he’d rather starve. Instead he helped himself with another sip, arms slumped over his knees. He completely forgot the 23th of August was coming up. What day was today? The 10th? Yeah, something like that. “Now you won’t be able to run and hide on your special day,” Effie had told him weeks earlier, very pleased over the realization. “Not when it’s only five days before theirs. Yes, I see a long line of joint birthday parties coming up. And I get to spoil all three of you.” “Nah,” he replied. “It’s Amy and Ian’s big big big day. My birth’s hardly worth celebrating.” “It is to me,” said Effie in a firm voice. “At it will to them too. You’re their daddy.” Yeah, like she had to remind him of that fact. Odd she hadn’t brought it up. His birthday. It was one of those annoying, annual convos he could usually count on. Course, they hadn’t been very chatty lately. Nothing but mindless small talk when the silence stretched too long. She hadn’t even brought up her buying the house yet. That was odd, actually. Why keep it a secret? Maybe she wanted to wait until the babies were born. Or was afraid she’d scare him off if she told him she wanted to stay in the city. Silly, of course but it wouldn’t be the first time Effie Trinket’s reasoning made no sense to anyone. He sipped the hip flask, already running on empty. His gaze fell on the pond again. Not even the tiniest gust of wind disturbed the pretty surface. A split second he entertained the thought of flinging a grabful of gravel in to it. Ruining the perfect image, in only for a moment. But of course he didn’t. This wasn’t the lake of District Twelve. That’s not how you treated a pond holding wishes for unborn children. He sighed, watching the pretty glimmer of tiny, crushed rocks along the pathway. He’d be damned if they hadn’t all been washed individually, cleansed, upon arrival. “I ought to send you the cleaning bill.” The memory surfaced, uninvited. Effie giving him a pointed look as she dusted off her butterfly dress. His wretched birthday party. The first one, really. The one that started it all. When Effie strode back into Twelve and back into his life with her chess set and killer fang shoes and he threw rocks at her. Well, tiny ones just to show her where he was. She even spooned him. Yeah, that was quite the experience. He’d woken up in some weird places over the years that’s for sure, but waking up as the “little spoon” that was definitely top three. Bristel and Thom laughed their asses off when he pushed inside the Hob for his first drink. “Looking a little perked up, old man?” Oh, the irony. Fucking in a groove of apple trees during harvest season slipped under the radar but Effie spooning him for a few moments outside the Victor’s Village where no one else ever went, everybody heard of that. Those were the days. Truly! When he hadn’t had sex in so long he was practically revirginized, blissfully unaware of the fact he could actually get a woman pregnant, not only thoroughly but at the drop of a fucking hat! This ramshackle, paunchy, middle-aged, beat-down, idiot body never ceased to amaze him. Useless in every respect, except for making babies. If he’d lost his head out in the woods and came in her that one time, he bet Effie’s buttons he would have sent her home to the Capitol with a kid in her belly as early as then. With an ever deeper sigh he tipped the flask up, savoring the precious drops. He guessed he just missed home. Where sour milk tasted like sour milk, only cats had cat whiskers and people didn’t dye their trees. Just look at this garden, for instance. All this neatly arranged nature. The pond. The trees. The bushes. The soft green carpet under your feet, with a fairytale trail leading up to the house. Blooms he had no name for. June and Annabel’s garden may be drab and just half-organized in the eyes of the Capitol but his yard was a jungle in comparison. And not even an exciting one. The high grass, the gnarled and murky old trees, weeds suffocating what little was left of the flowerbeds. Probably dangerous too. Ticks, snakes, poison ivy. No place for little kids. A movement just at the corner of his eye interrupted his thoughts. He looked to the right, across the fence into the next-door garden just in time to see the curtains pull apart and a head of red hair. The woman behind the window unhooked the locks and swung it open but by that point Haymitch’s eyes had already returned to the pond. He was hardly at fault for how his house and yard turned out. Want to blame someone: blame the Capitol who made him stay there in the first place. He ran out of reasons to keep it nice decades ago. For whom? Certainly not his future children. “Ahem…” The neighbor’s cough rang across the road but Haymitch ignored her. After the war the gardens of the Victor’s Village was Peeta’s therapy project for a while. First he got those primroses for Katniss and planted them under the windows. Naturally, his next step, since they caused her such painful flashbacks, were the rose bushes. That was a feat for any gardener. Snow’s favorite bloom were everywhere in the Victor’s Village. They hadn’t been touched since the days of the groundskeeper and their thorns were sharp, the roots running deep. But the boy got rid of them, all of them, to everyone’s relief. Haymitch’s too. He could really do without the poor girl’s bloodcurdling screams that cut through even the thickest of walls. Eventually, after the occasional daffodil or petunia, a family of marigold, more important stuff got in the way. Especially since the long-awaited re-opening of the bakery. Katniss and Peeta’s garden stayed homey enough but time spent on the mentor’s old yard was good time wasted. He told them as much. “Ahem!” This time the cough followed upon a very calculated accidental clatter of arm jewelry. The sound creased Haymitch’s eyebrows. How was he supposed to know life would throw him this curve ball? Past the age of 16 he never planned on sharing the house with anyone. The Abernathy name was supposed to die with him. That’s the plan all along. Or lack of a plan, really. “Ahem!!” Finally Haymitch shot the woman a side-ward glance. “Need a cough drop or somethin’?” “I’m fine, thank you,” Mrs. Bitch spat back. Because of course it was her. Always her. As Effie’s pregnancy steadily progressed she had become more and more rigid about his vocabulary. “I don’t want that word anywhere near the twins,” she said every time he let a bad one slip. It’s not just us anymore, Haymitch. We need to start paying attention to these things. And by ‘we’ I mean you. Little pots have ears too.” So it really said something that she didn’t oppose as much when it came to his on-point nickname for the charming next-door neighbor. “That’s different,” she said when he called her out. “Whilst a bit… crude, the term literally means “female dog” so technically it isn’t a foul word.” “Soo, a-holes and people you don’t like are fair game, huh?” “I didn’t say that.” But even she was suppressing a smile. “But I do wonder what words she has reserved for me,” she said with an undeniable tinge of pride in her voice. “She looked down on the likes of me long before I carried your…” “Devil’s spawn?” “I was going to say children.” Mrs. Bitch’s real name was Pluckrose. He actually remembered this one. Hard not to, for all the obvious reasons. He even recalled her first name. Virginia. Because she was anything but. Virgin-like, that was. She was absolutely addicted to charity. Or the glory it gave her family name, really. During the Games she had spent an exorbitant amount of her husband’s money sponsoring career tributes from District 1 and 2. Then, after the war she did a 180 degree turn and started donating to the rebuilding of Panem instead. Primarily the Capitol. Effie said the Pluckroses were one of many families who instantly turned sides when the war was lost. Like boatmen quickly rowing away from a sinking ship. The kind of people who hid their framed photos of President Snow when necessary. Who proclaimed they never really approved of the Hunger Games in the first place, praising Paylor’s progress while secretly calling her a power hungry rebel usurper crushing this fine country under her boot. She was older than Effie. Maybe 50-55 years of age and a living, breathing playground for the upper top field of plastic surgeons. From her smooth, marble brow down her wasp-waist and piano legs there was hardly one part of her not yet altered or prodded with a needle. Course, she denied it with a vengeance. Arms crossed over an ample, fortune-spent bosom she stared him down, nostrils big as bat caves. “Can I do something for you?” he asked. Mrs. Bitch huffed a breath, like a bull. Her spider-leg lashes shadowed cheekbones so sharp you could cut yourself on them. “How long will you sit out here, Mr. Abernathy? I’m having some girlfriends over for dinner.” “Yeah? Thought you were married. But good for you.” He tipped the flask up, licked his lips for good measure. “This is a respected neighborhood, Mr. Abernathy! Not a district tavern. Can’t you finish your drink inside? They’ll be here at any moment!” In answer, he let out a big, bad-smelling belch. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and said, “Those are some gorgeous new lips, ma’am. Could have sworn they were real.” He raised his flask in salute. Mrs. Bitch looked at him like he was a pile of dog poop stuck on her shoe. “Those poor poor children of yours”, she said. “I do feel for them I really do!” And she slammed the window shut. On any other day it would have been music to his ears, getting under Mrs. Bitch’s tight skin like that. Now, the quick encounter left him more hollow than ever. Why would Effie choose someone like her for a neighbor when she could have Katniss and Peeta? Why’d she want any of this for her own flesh and blood? 18 years in this hellhole, Amy and Ian would turn in to vain, freakish airheads with cotton for brains and no real grasp on reality. Better than waste-of-space drunks. The hip flask was dry as a bone. He put in on top of the bread crate where it caught the rays of the setting sun shining in the cuts and scratches of a life well-served. He didn’t even have enough energy stored up to stay mad at Effie. When he first overheard her conversation with Annabel it was the rehab pamphlets all over again. “We’d love it if you stayed. You and the children. That way you don’t have to start over fresh in another district.” He knew Effie was looking for a place here in her birth city but the fact she browsed for houses all over the country, without even telling him – that was like taking a blow squarely in the chest. What about Twelve? Would she move literally anywhere as long as it wasn’t in close proximity to him? Robbed. That’s exactly what it felt like. Annabel stole from him when she offered Effie their house on a silver platter. She knew he had a plan. He told her as much when he first got here. Maybe not in so many words but anyone with half a brain could figure it out, right? He’d bring it up with Effie eventually. Bloody Flickerman saint! He could just imagine the conversation. “Here, have the house. It’s not like that good-for-nothing drunk’s every gonna man up. You know you can’t raise the twins in Twelve anyway. They’ll just become savages like him. Even mid-rant he knew he was being unfair. And was that what he wanted, anyway? For Effie to move in with him because she had nowhere else to go? The thought took all the wind out of his sails. What could he offer her? Offer any of them? Some smelly old rat’s nest in the middle of the woods. About as comfy as the inside of a toilet. Of course she wanted to live here. Who wouldn’t? It was just common sense. But it hurt. It fucking hurt that Effie would not even consider the alternative. Not his place, not the empty houses of the Victor’s Village or even something closer to town where he could at least visit on a regular basis. They’re my kids too. Don’t I get a say in where she carts them off to? “I’m so proud that they’re yours.” That’s what she told when he first got here. Yeah, good joke. He almost believed her too. Wanted to believe it. But what else to tell yourself when you were already knocked up? Effie was always one to make the best of a bad situation. You fool. You thought this was gonna turn in to some kind of happily ever after? She has the kids and suddenly realizes she loves nothing better than a life with you? A life of what, exactly? Wiping vomit and throwing out empties and trying to keep the children’s mental health intact? He should be grateful for this turn of events. It solved all of their problems, didn’t it? God, I feel sick. The sun, momentarily embedded in a blanket of clouds, peeked our again and Haymitch groaned, eyes closed. Maybe it was time he headed back inside. Put the crate away. Make Mrs. Bitch happy. Wobbly like a sailor at sea, more from the heat than anything else, he got up and actually managed to open the door on the first try this time. He lifted the crate in a way you should never lift something and struggled inside the dark hallway. Peeta’s gift was a lot heavier than it looked and light-headed and half-blind from the bright sunlight he careened into the hall table. Effie’s purse was knocked over and all of her things spilt out. “Shit…” He deposited the crate on the first available spot, by the umbrella stand and stuffed the lipstick and crackers, napkins and strain coins back inside the purse. A neatly written shopping list had sailed under the shoe rack and he grappled for it, back slick and itchy. Baby oil, he read. Perfume free. Infant nail clippers. Boogie bulbs. Whatever the hell that was. He put it with the rest and snapped the purse shut. Ma and pa didn’t need all that stuff to raise their kids. Course, what did he know about anything? Her shawl had slid off the curvy coat stand too after his encounter with the hall table. He picked it up. Ran the exquisite fabric between his fingers. Soft as satin, light as air it flowed through his hands like water. Swirls of black and green and red shone in the evening light but all the threadwork keeping it together were golden. He brought it to his nose. Why not? There was no escaping the ghosts of long-lost happiness anyway. Not today. Eyes closed he inhaled her faint perfume. Allowed himself just a moment getting lost in the sweet memories. Midnight. Moonlight. Sitting by the window, slouched and naked with just the bottle for company. Sleepless like most nights. Effie could always tell when he was brooding. It was one of her many odd talents. Not ten minutes after he left their bed she came down the stairs. Naked and gorgeous and wrapped in a shawl even he could tell were fancy. “Brrr.” He needn’t fake the shudder when he had her on his lap. “You have got a lot of warming up to do. Your feet are ice cold.” Effie smiled and linked her arms around his neck. Her hair was tousled from making love. Flames from the burning logs combined with the wash of moonlight turned her into some un-earthly being. “We need more carpets around here,” she said. “Or perhaps some underfloor heating.” “‘We’?” “Why, of course. It’s our home we’re talking about. Trust me, you need my well-developed taste in these matters.” “Your taste? Yeah, maybe I do.” He dropped a sensuous kiss against her neck and Effie wriggled like a worm. “Tickles!” Giggling she drew back, arms still around his neck. And oh, Good. Looking into those Capitol blue eyes warmed him more than any circuits of hot water pipes ever could. The shawl had slipped off her shoulders leaving her in all her naked glory. It was a great view, indeed. Especially the way her breasts responded to the open air but goose bumps rose on her flesh and he wrapped the shawl back around her. He brushed an edge of it between his thumb and forefinger. “This is some bold piece of fabric, Trinket.” Effie smiled. “Thought you’d like it. I told the sales girl I needed something special to help seduce me a gorgeous man.” “You did not. And since when do I need seducin’? I’m the easiest lay there is.” Effie chuckled. “Lucky me.” Hand cupped against his stubble she sought his lips in a searing kiss. The open-mouthed kind that never failed to make him light-headed. Never failed to get him going again even when positive he wouldn’t manage another round. “Come back to bed,” she mumbled against his lips and when she grasped for the bottle he didn’t put up a fight. He just filled his now free hand with one of her breasts and groaned at the sweet sensations she caused with so little effort. Tingles ran down his left thigh. That’s how it always started. With those playful flames only Effie could ignite. And it was the shawl too. He could never resist her when she wore something golden. Breathing out a sigh Haymitch opened his eyes. Disoriented and squinting, like waking from a dream. The hand holding the shawl slumped to his side and it wasn’t midnight, it wasn’t his house. It wasn’t even his life. Not in the way it was supposed to. He hung the shawl back on the coat stand. He could never compete with this place so why try? The fancy living room alone, from the bookshelves filled with books to the magnificent floor candle holders by the fireplace was like something straight out of Capitol Homes and Gardens. The snobby magazine Effie read religiously. And yet, knowing now that she and the kids would never come live with him in Twelve he realized a part of him, a bigger part than he wanted to admit, did think he could turn things around. Buy like ten gallons of soap and clean up the mess. But who was he kidding, really? He could scrub the floors until his knuckles bled. Effie would never approve. What kind of a mad woman would look at his pigsty and declare: “Here’s where I want to raise my kids!” If he was out of the picture then maybe. If he got struck by lightning and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Then Effie could take Amy and Ian back to District Twelve and turn his house in to a place for people instead of ghosts. A home. She could do that. She’d always been a builder. He was the only thing who couldn’t be fixed. “Haymitch!” The sudden shout jolted through him and his head snapped up, toward the ceiling. “Eff?” “Haymitch?” He didn’t wait for the rest. He made a beeline for the stairs, heart pounding in his throat. He took the steps three at a time. Still dizzy and half-blind from the bright sun he slipped on his own stocking-feet and slammed his jaws shut on impact. “Ahh!” “Haymitch?” “Coming!!” he hollered. Seeing stars he struggled to his feet, clutching his chin. He more crawled than walked up the final steps and set off for the bathroom, only an inch away from running head-first into the door post. “What’s wrong!?” The mirror rattled when he barged inside. He skidded down on to one knee on the wet floor, face to face with Effie sitting upright in the tub. “What is it?” he gasped, clutching the edges. “You in pain? Are the babies coming!? Say something!” Effie stared at him. His wild hair. His red eyes bulging out of their sockets. She opened her mouth and closed it again. “The milk,” she began. “Huh?” Haymitch stared at her, unable to follow. “The bottle of milk. I left it on the counter, I think. I was just wondering if you could put it back in the fridge?” For a full five seconds Haymitch just gawked at her, mouth open. Like his brain had stopped functioning. “You kidding me? You’re joking, right? You didn’t just howl me up here for some milk?” “If it stays out in this heat it will turn sour. And we’re down to the last…” “Good God, Effie!” Bath towels slid off the hooks when he hauled himself from the floor. “You almost broke my jaw!” Leaned heavily into the sink he grabbed the toothbrush mug, emptied the lot and held it under the faucet. “You’re priceless, you know that.” He filled it to the brim, shaking so badly he must seize his wrist to keep the mug in place. He tipped the icy content down the back of his neck. “My life’s shitty enough as it is,” he said and spat into the sink. His chin throbbed with the thick beating of his heart and he ran an index finger along the gums to check for teeth shattered like dinner plates. It sure felt like it. “The last thing I need is you cryin’ wolf.” “I wasn’t…” “Well, what the hell was I supposed to think, huh?” he spat and turned around. Water dripped from his hair down the moth-eaten undershirt. “You’re just about ready to pop, God damn it! Man, you’re not making things easier!” “OK!” she cried. “OK.” Softer now. “I’m sorry.” Silence settled over the room. Deafening after all the shouting. They didn’t look at each other. Haymitch leaned back against the sink, face flushed. Arms crossed over his chest. The marble edge cut into his ass and he already regretted the outburst. More and more as his panic pulse slowed back to normal. Effie didn’t say anything either. When he first burst inside she sat straight up by the alarm. In void of anything else to do she laid back again, head against the edge of the tub. Doing so a grimace crossed her face. It was small, just a passing thing, but the sight off it snuffed whatever remained of Haymitch’s anger, like a cigarette butt tossed in a puddle. It made him remember something her pregnancy had taught him. Whenever Effie took a bath she was struggling. He crossed over to her and gingerly perched at the edge of the tub, close beside her. His pants and underwear immediately soaked through. She always filled these things up beyond their capacity, especially now. “They’re kicking up a fuss?” Effie managed a smile and nodded. She lay in a mass of bubbles. Only her belly peaked through, with her hand on top. He resisted the urge to brush it away just so he could replace it with his own. A knee-jerk reaction whenever the babies did something. His way of trying to read their minds, what they needed. He didn’t though. She was butt-naked after all. And yelled at, not five minutes ago. Instead he ran his hand through a cluster of bubbles. Listened to their quiet pops. Before she got pregnant Effie preferred her baths near-scalding. Seriously, you could boil your potatoes in it. Now it was an abandoned cup of tea, at best. “Well, you can’t blame ‘em,” he mumbled. “Gettin’ pretty cramped up in there and there’s two of ‘em.” Effie smiled. “I just hope they move out soon. Before I look like a ripe banana and…” An audible gasp cut her in her tracks. Her eyes clenched shut like someone had given her a violent shake. Her hand submerged. Disappear to her left side no doubt. Right under the ribs. Amy and Ian’s favorite kicking spot. Nature was hella unfair if you thought about it. He contributed with a few seconds of intense pleasure and Effie had to do all the work. “Bad one?” he asked and tried to not sound as distressed and pitiful as he felt. “No, nothing I can’t handle.” “It’s ‘cause I yelled at you,” he said, eyes dark with regret. “No, because I’m 37 weeks pregnant.” He turned toward the cupboards and got out a soft terry cloth. “Hang in there, sweetheart.” He folded it into a makeshift pillow and placed it behind her head. “Won’t last forever and I’ll never do this to you again, I swear it.” Effie chuckled and it would have been a relieving sound indeed if it didn’t seem to cause her such effort. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” “I’ll make you a cup o’ broth,” he said. “After you’ve had a good soak and all. And I’ll play you something,” he added when the idea struck. “It’s been a minute.” He rose. His palms were moist from the stress and fright and bathwater. He wiped them on his undershirt and a short, sudden laugh slipped between his lips. A laugh so void of joy it might just as well have been a sob. “This is why I shouldn’t become a father,” he said. “Ill-tempered. No attunement. No patience.” He turned for the door, twisted the knob before she could answer. “I’ll let you rest.” Author’s note: Oh, dear. Oh, dear. What do you think will happen next? Tell me in the comments! Thanks for reading and for your lovely response! You guys rule! If we have any Elton John fans here you’re sure to know that the title of this chapter “Shot full of holes” is borrowed from his song “I want love.” I reckoned it fitted the theme and atmosphere of today’s chapter.

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 25

Author’s note: BIG trigger warning for this chapter! Also, mega long author’s note (feel free to skip it.) The birth is SO close! I hope you enjoy reading about Hayffie’s “little ones” just as much as I have writing them. They’ve been in my life, on the written page, since 2013 (Good God, it’s really that long) so they almost feel like they’re my children just as much as Hayffie’s. I always get super invested in every story and character I write (can’t you tell? 😉) and I’m so proud of these two, as Effie would say. They’re so precious to me, you have no idea. The most precious of all the things I’ve created on Suzanne Collins’s playground. I love writing Haymitch and Effie but at the end of the day they’re borrowed characters, tied to existing source material to keep in mind. Amy and Ian on the other hand are 100% my own creation, from start to finish. That’s part reason why I’ve enjoyed writing them so much, from them rolling around in Effie’s tummy and all the way up to the age of six so far. To really get to use my writing muscles as best as I can, just like in Chapter 9, and only my imagination sets the limit.

What do you think about my names for them? Amandalyn “Amy” Trinket Abernathy and Ian Trinket Abernathy? Haymitch and Effie’s “gift worthy of love” and yeah I wanted to nudge in Effie’s last name too. :) They’re the first two original characters in ToS and “Amy” the absolute first, way back when I planned for Hayffie to have only one child. The name truly lives in my heart. It’s been my real life baby name since I was 18 years old and wrote a love story about a couple named Amanda and Samuel so that was a given from the get-go of ToS but I also wanted to add a little spice to the mix. Something with a sorta Capitol-y quirk at the end. And Amandalyn is a name Effie would lean toward, don’t you think? Lovely and unique but not too out there so Haymitch can eventually wrap his head around it and grow to love it. 😉 Originally, she started off as Amandaline rhymes with Hayffie twin, then became AmandaLYN cause it had a feistier ring to it and therefor fitted her personality better. It is INCREDIBLY near and dear to me, both her full name and pet name, and all I can hope for is that you’ll love reading about my Amy just as much as I have writing her for close to a decade now 😌 and the same for Ian of course. His work name was Cinna for a long time after a certain beloved THG stylist 😉, short for Cinnamon, before I re-named him after the one and only sir Ian McKellen simply because I admire him so much. So yeah, the Trinket Abernathy twins are both the product of years and years and years of hard effort, blood, sweat, joy and tears and about four drafts worth of re-writes. Like I’ve mentioned before: ToS is my heart and soul project. :) What do you think? And what are you hoping for in future chapters? Tell me in the comments, I’d love to hear your thoughts! And if you wanna support the story even further, leave a like and reblog! This suuper long author’s note is coming to a close, I promise, just one more thing: I cannot stress enough how much I treasure every single one of you! The hayffie fandom has been something of a safe haven for me during these past almost ten years. It’s so chockfull of talent and it’s a kind place most of the time, save a troll or two. And after a rather shaky childhood, kindness is the one trait I value most in life. #peetapeople 😉 And you know something funny: every time I feel like quitting this massive Godzilla-sized fic novel project because it feels too big or difficult or overwhelming to piece together it’s like you guys can hear my thoughts cause then one of you, either here, on FFNET or AO3 always always let me know ToS is precious to you. You’re all such gems and I’m very lucky and fortunate to have such devoted readers! I hope you’ll enjoy the chapter and take care! Chapter 25 Bottled up “Can you get the strawberries?” Effie stood by the stove, her hair in a messy pony tail. The elegant bow on her apron bobbed with each stir and the air filled with the rich scent of what could only be the high-quality 80 % cocoa chocolate shipped in from District 1. She smiled at him when he walked through the door. “It’s about time we had some chocolate covered strawberries, don’t you think? The babies really want it.” “Mm-hm, sure.” He poked his head in the fridge. “The babies.” Effie chuckled. Leaned against her free hand to ease some weight off the small of her back she moved the whisk in precise, counterclockwise circles. A lock of sandy hair fell over her eyes and she blew it away. “What do you say we call the children after supper? It’s been a while.” “Fine with me.” Bottles and jars and meal prep containers clinked under Haymitch’s fingertips. He scanned through shelf after shelf. “Where’d you say you put ‘em?” “They’re in there somewhere.” “Nope. We don’t have it.” “Pretty sure we do. You have to look closer, that’s all.” “I am. Can’t find ‘em.” “Very well. Get me the milk then. I’ll make us some hot cocoa.” He grabbed the three quarter filled bottle and kicked the fridge shut. “Don’t,” said Effie with a pointed look when he brought it to his lips. He poured the milk into the saucepan and watched the chocolate turn from dark brown to a creamy toffee color under Effie’s swift motions. Leaned back against the kitchen counter he brushed the stray lock behind her ear. “Look at you, princess. You’re just about ready to burst a seam.” “How observant,” said Effie. “And who’s to blame, I wonder?” Grinning, Haymitch pushed himself off of the kitchen counter and rested his hands against her hips. “You get much bigger than this, I won’t be able to reach all around.” “Thanks, darling,” said Effie and rolled her eyes. “That makes me feel so much better.” He chuckled under his breath but quickly composed himself. He gave her hips a soft caress. “I’m gonna miss you like this, sweetheart.” One of the babies nudged his fingertips. He moved along her sides until his hands rested flat against her stomach. That’s where they always ended up these days. A second kick soon followed. A firm little “You’re in the way” punch. Or not so little. Not anymore. He caressed the spot. “How’s Amy and Ian?” The question coaxed a smile out of Effie, like it always did. “Pretty good.” He dropped a kiss at the corner of her lips. She was warm and soft, like a sun-kissed peach. He nuzzled her cheek, dizzy by her scent mixed together with the chocolate. The babies stirred against his palm while he kissed their mother. “What are you up to?” Effie leaned into his lips. Rested her hand on top of his, enveloped in his bear hug. “I thought you said…” “Fuck what I said,” he mumbled into her skin. She smelled like flowers. Like the expensive perfume he used to kiss off her wrists and her neck, the hollow of her throat. A sigh escaped her and Haymitch pulled her nearer. Turned the heat off, moved the saucepan to a cooler spot and wrapped his arms back around her. Filled himself with her. “Eff,” he murmured, cheek against her cheek. “Effie…” “Yes, my sweet?” “Come with me to Twelve.” Her hands stilled at the sound of those words. Not a breath stirred. “I’m serious,” Haymitch mumbled before his courage failed. “We’re a family. You’re my family. We should be together. Away from here.” Effie’s dress rustled when she turned around, still wrapped in his arms. Their faces were so close he could count every eyelash, every freckle across her nose. His eyes dropped but Effie cupped his cheek. Held his gaze. She smiled. It lit up her face. Flooded even the darkest corners of his mind. “I thought you’d never ask.” Chocolate. That’s what her lips tasted like. Rich, dark, bitter sweet chocolate. He closed his eyes. Let himself be lost in it. Pulled the hair tie out and tangled his fingers in her fragrant, sandy waves. Who needed strawberries? This was just as good. “I thought you’d never ask.” With just a handful of words, Effie lifted an elephant off his chest and he could breathe again. Breathe without effort, for the first time in months. The twins stirred between them. He felt it against his own body. They tumbled about inside Effie like they too were eager over their future prospect. Home. We’re going home. “Ahh!” Haymitch’s eyes flew open. He jerked back at the sound of her cry. “What? What!?” Effie had doubled over, hands clutched against her stomach. “What’s wrong, Eff? What is it?” And then he saw the blood, seeping through her fingers. From an object deeply embedded in her body. Hands clutched around it she pulled it from herself. Long and jagged and dripping red. Bigger than his knife. Glass. It was glass. “Haymitch,” she gasped. The broken shard trembled on her palm, slipped through her fingers and shattered against the floor. “What have you done to us?” “No!” He caught her in his arms when her knees buckled from under her and cries of agony spilled from her lips. His palms sunk through her clothes, through her flesh like she was made out of butter. Blood erupted from her lips when he followed her to the floor, splattered his shirt and his throat. “No! No, no, no, no, no!” More and more blood filled his palm, soaked through the ripped fabric. “Effie! Oh, God, Effie!” And he caught sight of himself in the window. With a shriek he let go, pushed away from her with his feet, until his back was against the wall. His hands weren’t hands. His face wasn’t his face. The monster reflected back at him was nothing but broken pieces. Razor sharp pieces of glass that jutted out from him like hoarfrost on tree limbs, red from Effie’s blood. Like someone had shattered a thousand bottles and made a person out of it. Frantically, he clawed at himself, his face, his arms, his chest. To find flesh and bone underneath so he could help Effie. But the deeper he dug the more broken he got. That’s all he was. Broken bits and pieces. “Haymitch…” Effie lay on her side. Pierced and skewered bloody on every place he’d touched her. She clutched her tummy to try and stem the blood flow pooling underneath her. He crawled to her, on all fours. More broken glass fell from him. Like bloody stars in his wake. “Haymitch, help us…” “I can’t,” he sobbed. ”Please, help them …” Her eyes clung to his, begging him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and slit open paper-fine cuts where they landed until he pulled back, not taking the outstretched hand. The house gave a violent shake. The lamp over their heads swayed back and forth and bits and powder of ceiling plaster rained on them, covered them both like snow. Effie’s lips moved but he couldn’t make out the words. Laughter ripped through the house. Echoed from room to room, distant at first but coming closer, coming fom them. The light bulb exploded and plunged them into darkness. “Effie!” But she was gone. Gone like all the others. He was alone in the dark and nothingness, the smell of their blood. The roaring sound grew louder and louder. He clamped his hands over his ears but it filled his head. Filled the whole world until there was nothing else. Nothing but death and dark and laughter. Snow’s laugher. “No, no, please no!” “Haymitch! Shh, it’s OK. It’s OK!” “Effie!” “I’m here, Haymitch! It’s just a dream!” Pain shot up his leg. His feet all twisted. Trapped. He tossed and turned while the same strangled cry spilled over his lips. “Please, try and be still. You’re all tangled up.” The familiar voice jerked through him and he saw her at the foot of the bed. Her hand against his ankle. “Stay away!” His head slammed back against the headboard. “Don’t touch me! Don’t!” “Haymitch, it’s me!” She held her hands out, palms up. “Just me.” Panting for breath he stared into Effie’s face. He blinked through the sweat that poured into his eyes, heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. Tried to believe what his eyes were telling him. He opened his mouth but what came out was little more than a croak. “Eff,” he finally managed, throat like sandpaper. “It’s… are you OK?” She looked OK. Stood there in her usual house dress and pink slippers. Pale but unharmed. No blood. No shredded flesh. She took a first tentative step toward him. “You had a bad dream,” she said, keeping her voice low. “You’re all tangled up. I’m going to help you, OK?” His gaze dropped to his legs like he saw them for the first time. He’d managed to ensnare himself in the sheets, so tight and twisted they were like ropes. He flinched at her touch but Effie’s nimble fingers freed him in less than two minutes. It was more than enough time for Haymitch’s fright to give in to shame. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The sudden shift made his head throb and he just barely held in a groan. He rubbed his fingers over his eyes and they came out wet. Just sweat, he decided and wiped them on his undershirt, hot with shame. He felt creases on his cheek, that’s how tightly he’d pressed it into the pillow. “You’re not supposed to wake me when I’m like this,” he muttered under his breath, avoiding her gaze. “It’s not safe.” Effie’s lips pressed in concern. “You screamed so loudly I thought the windows might shatter.” He rubbed his arm over his damp, throbbing face, wishing her miles away. Effie pinched the back of his undershirt. The sudden touch made his heart leap in to his throat. “You’re soaking wet. You better change into something dry before you…” “Oh, God, Effie!” He looked up. “Why you always have to baby me? Save that for the kids, why don’t ya? Gimme a breather, for once in your life!” The outburst made his head pound twice as bad and he buried it against his palm. He tasted vomit at the back of his throat and breathed slowly so as not to ruin June and Annabel’s carpet. Effie didn’t touch him again. She only said, “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” Haymitch sighed when the door closed behind her. Great. Like he didn’t feel crappy enough. Now he was a douche bag too, snarling at the mother of his children for no reason. With an enormous effort he lifted his head from his hands. Stared miserably at the palms. All jittery and dry and criss-crossed with cracks. But the normal kind. Effie was at him 24-7 about investing in some kind of lotion. Just a dream. Nothing else. I didn’t hurt them. Didn’t hurt any of them. Not yet, anyway. He needed a drink. Hell, he needed ten drinks! But first he must sort things out with Effie. It wasn’t her fault that he was a living, breathing sack of shit who couldn’t do anything right and she was always keener to accept an apology spoken to her without a booze breath. Haymitch heaved a sigh. Clenched his fists, gave them a violent shake. Ten drinks, what a joke! With just a couple of weeks left before the big big big day Effie played the pregnancy card for all it was worth. Whenever he tried to steal a moment for himself she came up with another and yet another task for him to do. Even when she napped it was never for long. Just when the coast seemed clear and he tiptoed out of the room, the babies made good use of their elbows and knees and jabbed their mother awake. If he didn’t know better he’d say all three of them were hell-bent of keeping him from the bottles. He hadn’t run this low since Ripper was in the stocks. He pulled himself up. Didn’t bother about the undershirt, clinging to him with sweat. He stared into his miserable reflection in the vanity mirror. Yellow and unsmiling. It was all he could do not to punch his fist through the glass. Right into his own ugly mug. You couldn’t blame her, really. Headaches or no headaches. Shakes or no shakes. Of course Effie wanted him home. She was due in like a minute. A bird twittered outside, greeting another baking hot day. They were a couple of days into August. Wildfire season, as pa called it. You wouldn’t know it around here, of course. Not with the sprinkler system going all day and all night, wasting water like they wasted everything else. Lord, his life for a good night’s sleep! Without the booze to really knock him dead, every shut-eye was hell on Earth; one chapter at a time. He didn’t even have the knife anymore. Effie saw to that as well. It would have happened sooner or later. He couldn’t clutch a knife while he slept, not with two little kids having the run of the place. So, better just suck it up and get used to it. Alright. Time to face the music. But as it turned out, there was no need. Reclined comfortably in the old rocking chair Effie looked up from the picture book just long enough to flash him a smile. All curtains were pulled, keeping the sun at bay. Like she knew all along, he would join her. Haymitch gave the couch cushion a few good punches before he lay down. He stretched his legs out with a grunt. Wiggled his toes, peeking through the holes in his socks. A bouquet of tulips stood on the mantelpiece. From their latest trip downtown. They were more pink than red but the sight was still enough to turn his stomach and he covered his eyes with his forearm. “’Can’t you sleep, Little Bear?’ asked Big Bear, putting down his bear book, which was just getting to the interesting part and patting over to the bed.’” Effie’s voice fluttered into his darkness. The rocking chair creaked with each backward movement as she read and completely ignored him. Effie Trinket had many annoying qualities but this wasn’t one of them. The way she always let him pretended like it rained after each and every episode. How many times was it now? In total? Oh, who the fuck knew. Too many, that’s for sure. Even without the screams and the trashing around, Effie knew his post-nightmare face far better than he was comfortable with. She was the one he used to wake up to after all. With the taxing chore of calming his pathetic ass again and again. But once the storm blew over she was always enough of a pal to go on with things like they never even happened. “’I’m scared,’ said Little Bear. ‘Why are you scared, Little Bear?’ asked Big Bear. ‘I don’t like the dark,’ said Little Bear. ‘What dark?’ said Big Bear. ‘The dark all around us.’” Lucky kids, he thought to himself. Who had a mother loving them so hard she read them bedtime stories before they were even born. If Ma ever read to him when he was little he was too young to remember and after Amadeus joined the family Haymitch took on the job anyway. That sort of thing just didn’t come natural to her. Pa would, but anyone working 12 hour shifts slept like the dead as soon as their head touched the pillow. What’s to read anyway? They didn’t own any books. Especially not children’s books. Bedtime stories passed by mouth in the Seam. Many of them scary or with some kind of dark lesson. Tara liked them. Amadeus not so much. Which was just another reason why Haymitch relied so on his imagination for those whispered stories after dark. He yawned but caught himself mid-way. No shut-eye! Without the alcohol as a free entrance ticket he’d pay for it dearly if he gave in to Effie’s sleep syrup voice. It was a couple of weeks after he moved in that he discovered this peculiar habit. He’d wandered the place as usual after everyone had gone to bed. With the hip-flask clasped in hand he went where his feet took him and wound up outside Effie’s room. Light spilled from under the door and he was still sober enough to hear the murmurs inside. First he passed it off as the usual cooing but a few moments in he realized she actually read them a bedtime story. He never heard of such a thing. Did all mothers read to their bellies or was it just Effie? It got him quite spell-bounded, to speak the truth. Maybe because he was caught so off-guard. The stories made no sense, most of them. Not to him. But it drew in him. Even if he couldn’t see her there was something so relaxing about the whole thing while he was anything but. So he remained rooted to the spot, soaking in it. Like if he just listened long enough some of it would pass on to him. It became his favorite pastime. Effie read to the unborn children in her belly and Haymitch listened at the door, quietly sipping his hip-flask. Wasn’t like he had someplace he needed to be. He could just as well drink here as anywhere else. Katniss needed a lot of convincing but Effie Trinket had quite the melodic voice. At least when her panties weren’t in a twist, which frankly wasn’t often. Not with someone like him nearby. But once she relaxed and her shit calmed down, that shrill, glass-cutter voice transformed. Turned warm and soulful, like … sitting-by-the-fire soft with just a hint of her trademark mischief that he loved so much. She couldn’t sing worth shit but she’d make a decent narrator. A great one, in fact. It was weird how she mastered it, with that ridiculous accent. But then again: Everything about Effie Trinket surprised him at one point. A couple of nights in, just when Haymitch started to know those stories by heart, Effie closed the book she was currently reading and said, loud and clear, “I can hear you breathing, Haymitch. Why don’t you come in? Keep us company.” From that moment on they spent almost every evening together. Reckoned he should take the chance and rest his knees if nothing else. He’d be walking around all night with an infant on his shoulder before he knew it. He had to get even more creative with his drinking routine as a result but fuck it. He needed those hours with her. With all three of them. “I’ve read to them since I was 10 weeks along,” Effie told him when he asked. “It promotes brain activity and language development. And it soothes them.” “Soothes them?” Haymitch frowned. “Against what? How troubled can they be in there?” It was hard to imagine a cozier, more comfy place for two babies, than inside Effie’s tummy. Safe and warm and fed and all cuddled up with each other. Honestly, they should stay where they were for as long as possible. Days fell into one another. Turned into weeks and months. Effie read and the more time that passed the more Haymitch suspected the person reaping most benefits from this arrangement weren’t the kids. A lamp-lit room, endless cups of chicken broth, Effie. It was definitely better than being alone. He welcomed all the distractions he could get. Any escape, no matter how brief, from his prison cell of a mind. No monkey business went on. Save that one little detour in between her sheets. Even if she’d wanted him to try something, Effie was so pregnant now he simply didn’t dare. They would all just end up in the birthing room and they were heading there fast enough without his help. Just thinking about it made him softer than a marshmallow, when nothing else worked. “Big Bear looked and he saw that the dark part of the cave was very dark. So he went to the lantern cupboard and took out the tiniest lantern that was there. Big Bear lit the tiniest lantern and put it next to Little Bear’s bed. ‘There’s a tiny light to keep you from being scared, Little Bear,’ said Big Bear.” Haymitch failed to stifle his next yawn. He knew this bear book word for word. A personal gemstone from Effie’s own childhood. Just the kind of story Amadeus loved. Talking animals. Good thing she read this one so often because the rest of her picture books were trippy as fuck, most of them. You needed sunglasses just to look at the pictures. Maybe if I talk to Sae. Yeah, with her brood of children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews and their children she was bound to have at least one decent kiddie book lying around… Lulled by Effie’s voice and the steady creak of the rocking chair Haymitch’s breathing turned deeper and slower. His arm slipped from his face, slumped over the edge of the sofa where the mid-morning dipped his fingers in sunlight. Haymitch’s slumber was never deep. Had to be drunk to get more than cat naps. Five minute here. Fifteen minutes there. Effie read. Oblivious, at first glance. But for each twitch and small jerk, every choked whimper she looked up from the page. Effie didn’t have to smell him or see him hungover to know how much or how little Haymitch drank. She could tell just by his sleep behavior. On a normal week, in a normal life, Haymitch got wasted beyond belief 9 sessions out of 10. And once dawn streaked the sky he was out like a blown candle. Dropped like a sack of potatoes on the couch, the floor, the kitchen table. More dead than asleep. But this deceitful, heart-breaking sleep pattern, you only ever saw it when his alcohol intake reached under a certain level. Or when things were particularly bad. So this wasn’t a first. Far from it. She knew those whimpers well. Long before they shared a bed together. Sounds Haymitch would never allow himself awake. Did any man? Little boy whimpers. That’s the word for it. A child lost in the woods, terrified of the creatures lurking in the dark. Haymitch with all his talk of “don’t come near me when I’m under or I’ll accidentally crush you like a beer can” didn’t know it but back when they were together and she heard those heart-clenching whimpers she always snuggled in close. Burrowed into him and he clutched her sometimes to the point of pain, a cry for help without words, and she welcomed it. Anything that might help. With his heart pounding into hers she smoothed back his hair and dropped little kisses to his face; his cheek, lips, his eyelids, the tip of his ear. He never allowed that kind of affection once fully awake. Not for long. Not after a nightmare. Sooner or later he always shrugged her off. As if showing yourself that raw and exposed was some kind of weakness. Something to be ashamed of. But when a nightmare had him in its clutches, kissing helped more often than not. Because the dream changed. Took a different direction. Not in a sexual way necessarily. It just calmed him. No one was less surprised than Effie. After decades of solitary confinement where most people he did meet treated him like a sticky pool of something vile you didn’t ever want to get on your clothes, let alone your skin, Haymitch Abernathy was starved for human closeness. He’d never admit it or might even declare he preferred it that way. But it was clear as day to anyone paying as close attention as she had, that it was all a lie. A lie told so many times he believed it himself. It was many months since she last did it now. The kissing bit. Didn’t seem appropriate. Besides, with this big and clumsy, ungraceful body she‘d wake him up anyway, long before she got the chance. No, the days when she could shield him from the dark with just her lips were long gone. Maybe I was wrong to take the knife away. Scary as it was, it served a purpose. Gave him a sense of safety. It was almost unfair that her own rest had gotten better with the pregnancy. More peaceful. She didn’t expect it to last but still. The night-terrors weren’t as fierce as before. And unlike Haymitch, she was never alone when she woke from them. Because she had their little ones. Carried them with her wherever she went. Back before Kane got her pregnant that disastrous drunken night, she never imagined finding such comfort within herself. Through her unborn child. A feeling she now re-lived, with her and Haymitch’s babies. The nine months she carried her Alex were different from this twin pregnancy in many ways, but the odd sense of peace, in the midst of turmoil, was the same. Amy and Ian and Alex before them, soothed her heart just by existing. She still got worried, of course. Worried sick quite literally sometimes, even this late in the pregnancy. But each and every time she felt them move it calmed her. It was hard to explain. She worried because of Amy and Ian and those same worries melted away - because of Amy and Ian. Haymitch on the other hand, had nobody. That’s what he thought anyway and she did what she could to distract him when his mind wandered in to dark places. Tried to pull his attention elsewhere, if only by asking him to warm them some milk or join her for a walk. In the end, it was little more than quick fixes. The knife was too but at least the latter helped him go back to sleep when nothing else could. Maybe it was unfair but the moment she saw the blood she just lost it. “Ease up, Eff. It’s just a paper cut,” he said at the sound of her shriek. He bent his arm to keep from dripping on the bed sheets, pulled open the nightstand drawer and pressed a hankie to his forearm. “Won’t even scar, this one. See, it’s already stopped.” No, Haymitch accidentally cutting himself coming out of a nightmare wasn’t a first either and her hormones played a part in her reaction no doubt but it was more than that. All of it. The whole scene. The blood stains on the crumpled fabric, the lone trickle down his tender skin and, most of all, Haymitch himself. Who just sat there, completely unfazed. Bored even. Like he didn’t even matter! It was their first real fight in months. Well, she fought. Haymitch had shown a remarkably annoying strength of character in the shouting department post-conception. Just a passing thing, hopefully. But his idiotic, pig-headed insistence on keeping the knife got her so worked up she had to sit down. It wasn’t so much Haymitch’s doing as the pregnancy’s. She got winded from literally nothing these days. But it scared the living daylight out of Haymitch. She never saw anyone turn paper-white so fast and he immediately caved. “Fine, alright, no knives!” he burst and pulled her to the bed. ”Shit, Eff, calm down before the kids come shootin’ out of you.” “I am calm!” Effie cussed as he lifted her legs up on to the mattress but between her labored breathing and reddened cheeks she wasn’t very convincing. Haymitch left only to re-appear with a glass of water and remained by her bedside until she drank the whole thing. She shot him a look when he set it back on the nightstand. “It’s good to know you care more about Amy and Ian than you do my sanity,” she muttered and swatted his helping hand when she rolled over to her side. With her breathing almost back to normal she eyed Haymitch, lips pursed in annoyance. “You were never this nice and attentive before I became the sacred vessel of your children. That’s a fact.” “Nah,” he said. “I care about you, sweetheart. Hopeless human beings need a little sympathy, don’t you think?” Effie tsked and caressed her belly in tired, exasperated motions. Her gaze flitted back to the slice on his forearm, smeared with dried blood. She winced and looked away. “Please do something about that cut. You’ll give yourself blood poisoning. Really, Haymitch in a normal household the first aid kit is for scrubbed knees or nose bleeds or kitchen mishaps. Not for victors wielding knifes on themselves when they sleep. One of these days you’re going to stab your own liver and then where will we be?” Haymitch shrugged. “Better off, I’d say. One less drunk in the world.” She could have shoved him. But he kept his word. The knife disappeared. Put in a drawer somewhere, just like during their bed sharing days. She noticed the change almost immediately but it wasn’t until just recently that it dawned on her what a big deal this was for Haymitch. All throughout his adult life, save those couple of weeks every year during the Games, he always clutched either one of two things to make himself fall asleep. The knife or her. He was really trying. In more than one way. Effie closed the book. The tenseness and shadow of bad dreams had once again receded from Haymitch’s face, without her help. She watched him in his hard-earned moment of rest. Her sweet, dear, infuriating Haymitch. Hers but not. She got used to having his hands on her all the time. His hands and his lips and whispered words against her tummy. But he hadn’t touched her, really touched her, since the night of the new moon. They still had moments. Nights when their eyes locked and the world disappeared. They were only humans after all and so woven together now, intertwined in each other’s lives, it was bound to happen. She blamed it on the pregnancy. On nature ushering her to be with the father of her children and oh, sweet mercy, those stormy, silver-gray eyes! They made her knees weaken. Always had, always would. Luckily, for all four of them, Haymitch still had the wits about him. Each time the door creaked ajar he closed it shut. It’s all for the best. Sweet as the journey would be the destination hadn’t changed. Her and Haymitch… they went nowhere. Just in circles. Spinning circles. Faster every time. Things would be good, great for a couple of weeks, couple of months and then the arguments would creep in. The bickering and snide comments. The frustration, the fights, the cries and yelling. Silence and heartache and separate bedrooms. Then, as sure as the dawn, they’d kiss and make up, only to repeat the pattern all over again. Only this time, two little innocents would be there for the ride. And that’s not going to happen under my watch. Amy and Ian would be born in a calm and peaceful environment. Not thrown in to an emotional twister because their idiot parents were at each other’s throat every other day. They couldn’t change the past or the baggage they both carried but they had control over this much. So stop hoping! She rested her hand on top of her belly. It helped her determination, even with Haymitch in front of her in all his tattered, run-down beauty. It will get better after the birth. Yes, once her body wasn’t raging with hormones, then she’d make peace with this life. A life without him. Besides and this was a comforting thought: They already were in each other’s lives. They always would be. In every way that mattered. And that was enough. It had to be enough. xXx Far, far away, in a different life it seemed, a phone rang. Out in the hallway. She unplugged the one in the living room weeks ago. Deep in thought it took Haymitch’s stirring to break the spell and Effie pulled herself to her feet. This was another promise broken. He didn’t want her to wake him during nightmares and he didn’t want her to answer the phone. Not since the hate call. “Just leave it to voicemail, you pregnant ol’ ox. It’s not even our number.” She closed the door quietly between herself and Haymitch and threw a glance at the caller-ID. A smile spread across her face. “Hey, love,” a merry voice greeted her on the other end. “Annabel.” She hadn’t heard from her friend in almost a week. “How’s everything in the Capitol? No babies yet, I hope?” “No,” said Effie. “Kicking and growing. You should see the sheer size of me! I’m so big I won’t fit on the bed soon.” “I’m sure you look lovely.” Effie smiled. “If only Haymitch was as thoughtful. According to him I look like Jupiter. Because I’m the biggest or oldest remains unclear.” They laughed together. “Things are OK, though,” she said. “I think the children are doing their very best to make it easy on Haymitch. No complications. Nothing to cause alarm. You know what he told them when he kissed my belly last night? ‘Thanks for giving me a break.’” “Well, I’m glad.” Annabel hesitated. “Effie…” She lapsed into silence. For such a long time, heat rose to Effie’s cheeks even before the question. “Have you decided anything yet? What to do once they’re born, I mean?” Effie wet her lips. Never take advantage of someone’s hospitality, mother’s voice rung in her mind. It was one of the top three rules Mrs. Trinket had lived by. Rules she hammered into her daughter’s head from as early as five or six. “I’m sorry, Annabel. We won’t impose much longer. I …” But Annabel didn’t let her finish. “That’s not what I meant, silly. There’s no timetable, like we said. Stay for as long as you need.” There was commotion on the other end. Men shouting and crackles on the line when Annabel walked out into the garden. “But what do you want? What does Haymitch want?” Odd she never saw it coming, this question. It was such a normal query. Annabel was in a relationship where they talked, actually talked, with each other. Not that she and Haymitch were in any kind of relationship. Right now she wasn’t sure what they were. What do I want? There only ever was one answer, wasn’t it? Something she’d known in her heart a long time, even if she never said it out loud. She wanted him to take her home. Back to the Victor’s Village. Back to District 12. Katniss, Peeta. Even his obnoxious pet geese. The quiet woods. The quiet town. Its people and the clear air, the open sky. The Meadow overflowing with dandelions in the spring. A place of warmth and calm and welcome where her and Haymitch’s children could grow up. But… But. How would that work exactly? In the long run. Say they carried out this plan and she made a home for herself and the twins in one of the empty houses of the Victor’s Village. What would Amy’s and Ian’s life be like? Haymitch still drank. He rationed the alcohol. Never once before had he gone this long without a proper boozing. He did it for the twins, of that she had no doubt. But how long could he keep that up? Haymitch said so himself. In the end, the drink always took him. Sooner or later his resolve would crumble. She’d seen this cycle far too many times to deny it. One day Amy and Ian’s father wouldn’t manage just a sip or two every few hours. That was the cold, hard reality. One that kept her up at night. It was all just a matter of when and how. Haymitch knew this better than anyone. That’s why the gates of the Victor’s Village remained locked to them. She was sure of it. He had so many moments. So many opportunities to bring it up and offer this solution. But he didn’t and he wouldn’t and maybe he was right. Perhaps a life in different parts of the country was the answer. Their golden middle way. If they split up the week. If Haymitch spent the first half of it on his own, drinking his fill someplace where Amy and Ian wouldn’t see it then maybe, just maybe he’d stay sober enough for the rest of the week and be a father to them. And the twins would only have their dad for a couple of days at a time. They won’t understand. How do you explain something like that to babies, to toddlers? What will we tell them when they ask? “Effie? You there?” She drew a breath. Didn’t want Annabel to hear her voice quiver. “We can’t go to District 12. As much as I’d love to, it’s… We can’t. Maybe one of the other districts. I keep thinking about Four or Seven or Nine. Finding a place outside the Capitol will be easier.” “Well,” said Annabel. “Maybe not.” Author’s note: What’d she mean by that, do you suppose? Find out in the next chapter! Did you enjoy the bear story, by the way? The quotes are from a real book. “Can’t you sleep Little Bear?” by Martin Waddell. I just moved into a new apartment and found it while packing. My baby sister was obsessed with it! If you can, try and not read it or google it just yet because the book will play a role throughout the rest of ToS. Thanks for reading, lovelies and I’ll see you in chapter 26!

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