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Third Quarter Quell AU is finally here

Took me long enough, and frankly I have no good excuse for why I haven't posted this sooner. This is probably kind of cheesy, and maybe a little cringe, but I had fun writing it and said I would post it so here we go.

The Third Quarter Quell: An aio AU by @harlowdoylepi

Prologue:

The year is 2497 A.D., in the country of Panem, a continent that was once known as North America. After a global climate crisis, the surviving peoples of this nation rallied and created the new nation of Panem, a land split into thirteen districts, all run by the tyrannical Capitol. Because of the horrible work loads, the rampant poverty, and starvation, the districts rebelled. The war raged for years, but in the end the Capitol won. They obliterated District 13, as they were the leaders behind the rebellion. As a punishment, the Capitol assembled The Hunger Games, an annual event where one boy and one girl from 12-18 were chosen as tributes to fight to the death in an arena. The arenas could be anything from a frozen tundra, to a dry desert, to a forest.

The last one alive wins, and is crowned victor. The victor is rewarded with a life of plenty for them and their family. It's a game of survival, wits, strength, and courage. At least, that's what it is portrayed to be by the Capitol media. For most of the districts, it means a death sentence, and brutal mutilation, dehumanization, and a families' loss....

Jules Kendall lives in District 12, the poorest and smallest district. She and her older sister live with their step mother, after their father left them for a better district. Connie worked at a small shop in the town square, and Jules would hunt in the woods, (albeit illegally.)

Jules was not what you would call the social type. She only had a handful of friends, one being her older sister Connie, but she was more like a mother than anything else. The other was Jeff Lewis, who had taught Jules how to hunt and gather, and was primarily responsible for Jules, Connie, and their mother 's survival after her father left. She thought for sure Connie loved Jeff, and he loved her back, but one day he disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he went, and it was whispers around the districts assumed Jeff had been caught by the Capitol doing something illegal.

The only other two Jules felt she cared about was Gale, her hunting partner, and Priscilla. Two winters before, Priscilla's parents caught the flu and died tragically, and the Kendalls took her in. Jules cared for her like she was her own sister, and in many ways, she was.

On the year of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, Priscilla's name was drawn at the reaping. Almost without thinking, Jules volunteered to go to the games in her place. The boy tribute from District 12 was Buck Oliver, a boy Jules did not know. They went to the Capitol with Effie Trinket, their publicist, and Haymitch Abernathy, their mentor, who was drunk most of the time.

Thanks to their stylist team at the Capitol, Cinna and Portia, the pair soon caught the Capitol's eye, with their fiery outfits, Jules becoming known as "The Girl on Fire".

During the interviews with the Capitol's own Bryan Dern, Buck confessed he'd had a crush on Jules for years. Jules is taken aback, and now is faced with the pain of having to go through the Games and probably watch him die, if she doesn't have to kill him herself.

Once the games started, Jules ran away with a small backpack and hid, trying to avoid the Career tributes, the teens from districts 1, 2, and 4, who were trained to be in the games ever since they were young. Later, Jules found out Buck had joined the careers as they hunted for her. A couple of days later the careers found her, and they chased her up a tree. Unable to climb as high as she did, they set up camp at the tree, hoping to wait her out. In the early morning, Rue, a 12 year old girl from district 11 came to a nearby tree and silently pointed to a tracker jacker nest. Jules climbed up and started sawing the branch the nest was attached to and dropped it down on the Careers. The poisonous wasps attacked and the Careers ran away, but one girl didn't make it. Jules came down and took the girl's weapon: a bow and a set of arrows. Jules got stung by the tracker jackers, and she saw Buck urging her to run away. Seeing Cato, the district 2 boy, she took off into the forest. As she continued the venom started to affect her and she passed out.

Once she woke up, Jules formed an alliance with Rue, who had taken care of her while she was passed out. Rue was small, innocent, and strongly reminded Jules of Priscilla. Two days later, Rue got caught in a trap and was speared through by the District 1 career named Marvel. In retaliation, Jules shot him through the throat. Jules sat by Rue as she died, and sang softly to her. Once she died, Jules honored her by covering Rue's body in flowers.

By now the only tributes who were left were her and Buck, a redheaded girl she called Foxface, Thresh, who was Rue's district partner, and Cato and Clove, from District 2. The gamemakers announced that if two tributes from the same district are left, they could both be the victors. At this Jules rushed to find Buck. Later she found him with a large sword wound in his leg, left by Cato. They hid out in a cave for several days, and Haymitch sent them several sponsor gifts with private notes to Jules telling her to pretend to be in love with Buck to win the audience's favor.

Finally, through a final showdown with some wolf-like creatures, called muttations, Cato was killed, leaving Jules and Buck the only two left alive in the arena. They waited for the hovercraft to take them away, but it didn't come. Then, the Gamemakers decided to renounce their rule; so Jules and Buck had to battle to the death. Buck refused to kill Jules because he loved her. Jules wasn't sure about being in love with him, but knew if she killed him, she'd never be able to live with the guilt. Suddenly, she had an idea, a way to avoid the guilt of killing Buck, and to not give the Capitol the pleasure of watching them kill one another. She took a handful of poisonous berries for each of them, and they agreed to eat them. Before they could they heard the panicked voices of the Gamemakers, announcing them as the double victors of the Hunger Games.

Now that the games were won, Jules hoped life would go back to normal. But she found that it would be anything but. Haymitch warned her that the Capitol would try to punish her for her defiance of the games' rules.

Later, when she and her family comfortably settled in their house at the Victor's Village, she is visited by Corialanus Snow, the president of Panem. He tells her that ever since her stunt in the games, there had been whispers and rumblings of an uprising in the districts, because of what she did. Whether it was intentional or not, Jules had ignited something that could easily "get out of hand" as President Snow put it. The mockingjay that she wore as her district token in the arena had become a symbol. In the Capitol it was a fashion statement, but in the districts, it symbolized rebellion. Worried that by stepping out of line, it would cost her family's and friends' lives, Jules asked what she should do to help amend things. President Snow tells her that while she and Buck are on the victory tour, she must convince the audiences she is only a crazy, love-struck girl who was trying to save her love, not rebel against the Capitol.

On the train, Jules, Buck, and Haymitch hatched a plan to try and convince the audiences of their love. Jules did her best to act along. But all throughout the districts, signs of rebellion continued to become apparent. It had now become too large for them to stop it. Still they continued. The final interview ended with Buck proposing to her. President Snow came to congratulate them, and Jules later found out that she did not succeed in quelling the rebellion.

Once they went back to District 12, life only became stranger. New peacekeepers were sent to the district, and made life very difficult for the citizens. Gale got whipped for hunting in the woods. The old electric fence on the outside of the district became live again for the first time in years. The wedding planning still went on, and Jules was trying to figure out some way to get out of it.

A month later, President Snow announced the 75th Hunger Games, or the Third Quarter Quell, a version of the Games that came every 25 years with some new twist, to make the games more difficult and deadly. The twist: This year's tributes would be reaped from the existing pool of victors.

Jules and Buck were going back to The Hunger Games.

Tribute Center, The Capitol.

Jules and Buck sat down in the dining room on their floor of the tribute building in the Capitol. The table was spread with platters of lavish food, but none of them felt like eating it.

Haymitch sat down with a small notebook in hand. "Alright, I need you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child's play, this year, you're dealing with experienced killers."

"What does that mean for us?" Buck asked.

"You two have a distinct disadvantage. Most of these victors have been friends for years. You're going to have to make some allies."

"No." Jules said flatly.

"Sweetie, you two are already high on their kill list. You two go it alone, and their first move will be to hunt you down. Again, you have to establish some alliances." He tapped the table with each word of his last phrase.

Jules paused and shook her head slightly. "But- how could any of us trust each other?"

"It's not about trust, it's about staying alive." Haymitch said. He turned to the television and turned it on. Buck and Jules got up and sat on the couch in front of it.

"Let's review the tributes, if you can get some idea of who they are, it will make your decision easier for training later."

A pair of people flashed across the screen, smiling charmingly at the onlooking audience. The man was tall and fair; he had to have been well over six feet. The woman was small, but muscular. A circlet of gold rested on her ginger hair. It distinctly reminded Jules of Foxface.

Haymitch pointed to them. "That's Gloss and Monica, from District 1. They both volunteered back to back years and won. Capitol favorites, lots of sponsors, both are extremely deadly."

The scene changed to another man and woman with their hands together, raised, cheering as though they were already victorious. One was a hulk of a man, likely in his forties, the other was a muscular young woman in her thirties.

"That's Brutus and Enobaria; also deadly. You already know what last year's District 2 tributes were like, what do you think these ones are?"

They watched as Enobaria flashed a wide smile at the crowd, making her teeth stand out.

"What's with her teeth?" asked Buck.

"She had them filed into fangs so she can rip people's throats out." Haymitch said nonchalantly.

Jules could see the color drain out of Buck's face. "She's committed, I'll give her that."

The screen flashed again, showing a rather lanky man with oversize glasses and a woman who looked like she was in her fifties. Her brown hair was in a short bob. "And this is Eugene and Wiress. I'll let you guess which one is which. Neither are deadly with weapons, per se, but they're brilliant. And a little strange. He-" Haymitch pointed to Eugene. "-electrocuted six tributes at the same time. It was sort of an accident, but still. He knows his stuff. So does Wiress."

Next came a shot of a young man, early twenties. "That's Richard Maxwell of District four."

"He's from District four?" Jules asked, frowning. Physically, Richard fit the bill of a career tribute. He just didn't look like he was from Four. He had thick, dark hair and brown eyes that matched. A strong contrast to the usual fair headed people of four, who were often shades of red or blonde, with blue or green eyes. But he still had the deep tan that was the trademark of many of his people.

"Yes, that's him. He won the games at the age of fourteen, the youngest tribute to win yet. He's super humble."

"You're kidding."

"Yeah I am." Haymitch rolled his eyes. "He's a peacock, a total preener. He's smart though, and the Capitol loves him. He's charming, clever, and very skilled at combat, especially in water."

Jules' eyes narrowed. "What are his weaknesses?"

"Does he have any?" Buck asked.

"There is one: Mags." The screen changed to show an elderly woman with deep wrinkles and silver hair. Standing next to her was a young woman with red hair. The latter placed her hand over her mouth and started shaking as her name was read. Almost immediately, Mags raised her hand, volunteering to go in her place.

"She volunteered in place of Blair." He pointed to the younger woman. "Mags was the one who mentored Richard. The closest thing to family he's got, she practically raised him. If he's trying to protect her, it exposes him."

"That can't be a weakness for long." Jules pointed out. "There's no way she could survive the arena, even if he was protecting her full time. A guy like him has to know that. I'll bet when it comes down to it he won't protect her."

They watched as Richard took Mags in his arms and tenderly kissed the top of her head. It almost appeared as though the elderly woman might have been crying. He whispered something in her ear.

"Well, either way, if she has to go, I hope it's quick. She's really a wonderful lady." Haymitch gave a sad shake of his head. The screen had already shown the District five tributes, but Haymitch didn't rewind as he felt they were not much of a threat. The next District was six. A gaunt man and woman stood there. Their eyes were sunken in and they were unkempt.

"Those are the Morphlings. I don't know their real names, and I'm not sure if they do. They won their games by camouflaging and hiding until they were the only ones left. They've been heavily medicated since, which I approve of. No threat."

Another young woman just a few years older than Jules came on the screen. She had light brown hair about shoulder length, with smoldering gray eyes. Her general expression carried the same effect. Those eyes sort of reminded Jules of Gale. She desperately wished he were here right now.

"Bridget Perkins, District Seven." Haymitch gestured to the young woman.

She held her head high and cast a defiant look at the cameras as her name was read. She stalked up to the stage and glared at the announcer.

"She's a tribute to remember. She first portrayed herself as weak, so she would go unnoticed by the others. I'd never seen such a scared tribute, and believe me I've seen some scared ones. Once she got into the arena, however, she was lethal. By the time there were just a few tributes left, the Games ended like that." Haymitch snapped his fingers. "She wanted out of there, and she was willing to do whatever it took to do it. She's definitely the type of person to ally with, not against." He turned off the TV.

"You're main mission at training tomorrow is to make allies. Most of these victors have been friends for years, but you've only just met a handful of them."

"What would happen if me and Buck tried to team up by ourselves and just hide out?" Jules asked.

“He already said, it'll just put us higher on their kill list." Buck pointed out.

"At least make them like you." Haymitch poured some wine into a glass. "Try to teach them what you know, or ask if they can give you pointers. Try to make small talk at meal times. Be friendly."

"Ugh, oh no." Jules muttered under her breath.

"I know Buck will have no problems with that." Their mentor cast a wary side eye at Jules.

Jules frowned.

The automatic doors swished open and Effie came prancing in. This time, her hair was golden colored, and she had chunky gold heels to match. "Hello Jules, hello, Buck, hello, Haymitch. " She said cheerfully. "I just had this wonderful idea to give us a signature style. I thought we could color coordinate! Gold accents, inspired off of Jules' mockingjay pin. After all, we are a team, so it would just make sense to have us stand with the same colors."

"Oh brother." Haymitch mumbled. "If you think for one second I'm going to wear one of those silly wigs, or some kind of gold tone blush or eyeliner, you are badly, badly mistaken."

"Oh don't be ridiculous! You don't have the look for it anyway. Not quite the right face."

"Good."

"That's why I thought you could wear a golden bracelet, Buck could have a golden medallion, and Jules could have her mockingjay pin! I'll get them both to you tomorrow, after the tribute parade."

"Sounds nice, Effie." Buck replied pleasantly.

Effie put her finger to her painted lips, thinking briefly. "Now what did I come here for?" She tapped her finger a couple of times. "Oh, of course! Buck, Jules, your stylist teams both would like you to come to your rooms so they can do the preliminary preparations for the chariot ceremony tomorrow!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay."

Jules and Buck got up and walked to their rooms, silently. For the hundredth time since the quarter quell announcement, Jules felt the full weight of what was happening. She and Buck were going back into the arena. This time, she couldn't give the gamemakers the run around. They would ensure only one victor was coming out of that arena. Their odds were even slimmer than ever. She heard Buck's door shut, and she straightened at the noise. She was going to protect Buck no matter what happened. She was going to do everything in her power to get Buck out alive, even if it meant jumping in front of a spear, or a flying ax to save him. She didn't think she really loved him enough to marry him, but she did know between the two of them, he was the one who deserved to live. He could keep the revolution going.

She would think through this plan later, and talk to Haymitch to try and get him to help. That would be a whole mission in itself. Jules walked to her room with new resolve, holding her head high for the first time in days.

Yes. Her new strategy: keep Buck alive.

With a new plan in mind, Jules walked in confidently to her room, greeted by her stylist team.

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Rickey Shane Page (c) vs Sister Abigail- MPW World Championship- MPW: Run Rickey Run

It had finally come down to this. Since Rickey Shane Page won the MPW World Championship, seemingly everybody had been waiting for him to finally defend it. He’d spent more than a month ducking challenges and wrestling exclusively in non-title matches, but now he finally had to put the belt on the line. As Rickey made his way to the ring, flanked as always by Eric Ryan, Eddy Only, and Sami Callihan of the 44OH, the MPW World Championship belt slung over his shoulder. MPW fans were practically standing on the rail, some looking like they were about ready to come over it, as they shouted obscenities about Rickey, his boys, and the state of Ohio directly at the 44OH. Still, none of it seemed to phase Rickey, that same smirk that he usually had plastered on his face was ever present now, as he locked eyes with Abigail, who was already staring daggers into him from the ring.

As Rickey and the rest of the 44OH approached ringside, they were cut off by the Second Gear Crew. Syn, Mance Warner, Effy, and Manders had formed a wall to stop the 44OH from passing, and as Rickey and the rest of them drew closer, Syn pointed to the back, and reading his lips, one could tell he was telling Rickey to leave his boys in the back. Eric, Eddy, and Sami looked ready for a fight, but Rickey put a hand out and stopped them from advancing on the SGC. Rickey leaned down and whispered something to Eric Ryan, before nodding and telling his boys to go. The rest of the 44OH walked to the back, and it appeared Rickey would be going at this one alone, at least for the time being.

Rickey shoved his way past, shoulder checking Syn as he did. Syn looked as if he wanted to lash out, but the Second Gear Crew’s role here at ringside tonight wasn’t to directly influence the outcome of the match by attacking the competitors, rather, it was to discourage outside interference. Although perhaps it was a little telling on both the part of the SGC, and Paul Heyman, that Amaya Winters and Atticus Cogar were allowed to be at ringside for Abigail, but, those biases were there for a reason.

Rickey got into the ring and took off his entrance jacket, before handing the MPW World Championship over to referee Jason Ayers, our official for our main event tonight. Steve Guy finished up the formal championship introductions, and exited the ring, and Jason Ayers called for the bell, our world championship main event was officially underway!

The ring was outfitted as typical for an MPW Deathmatch- Light tubes taped to the ropes, two panes of glass already in opposite corners of the ring, while several other weapons were scattered about the ringside area. Rickey Shane Page and Abigail circled each other for a moment, before this one started with a lockup, Rickey quickly taking control and slipping behind Abigail and trapping her in a waist lock, before catching her with a shot to the back. Rickey then sent Abigail into the ropes, and as she hit them she shattered the light tubes she crashed into, but it didn’t seem to faze her like Rickey thought it would, as she came off the ropes and leveled Rickey with a huge clothesline! Rickey hit the mat and quickly rolled up to his feet, stumbling into the corner, looking as if that clothesline took him completely by surprise. Abigail charged Rickey in the corner and leveled him with a body splash, and then ran across the ring, hit the opposite set of turnbuckles for momentum, and crashed into Rickey again, before pulling Rickey out of the corner, and tossing Rickey with an Exploder Suplex! The strength of Abigail is on display as she manages to lift the massive Rickey Shane Page and toss him overhead! Rickey hit the mat and rolled up to his knees, and Abigail got back up and hit the ropes again, before driving Rickey face first into the mat with a sliding flatliner! Abigail rolls Rickey over for the first cover of the match!

1…. Kickout!

Rickey manages to quickly kick out at one, and immediately rolls himself out of the ring, trying his best just to create some space from Abigail. Rickey stumbled to the outside, but was quickly pursued by Abigail, who grabbed Rickey and drove him right into the steel guardrail! Rickey cried out in pain and held his back, before launching a few stiff forearms at Abigail, but they seemed to have little to no effect, as she stepped back, measured, and blasted Rickey with a roundhouse kick that sent him over the steel guardrail, spilling out into the fans! Steve Guy reminded the fans to stay out of the way of the action, and many of the fans grabbed their belongings and vacated their chairs, getting out of the way of the warpath. Abigail picked Rickey back up, and threw him into the chairs, sending Rickey rolling and crashing through several rows of chairs! Abigail continued to hunt Rickey, stalking towards him slowly as he struggled to get up. Abigail grabbed one of the chairs that had been knocked over by Rickey and folded it up, before bringing the chair down across Rickey’s back, the slap of steel on flesh echoing throughout the Showboat! Rickey cried out in pain again and once again stumbled away, just trying to create distance between himself and Abigail. Abigail threw down the chair and continued to go after Rickey, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him over to a vacant chair, sitting him down before blasting him with a couple of stiff chops to the chest, each of which sounding like a shotgun going off in the Showboat. Abigail punctuated the sequence with a headbutt, which knocked Rickey loopy, before taking the beer can from one of the fans that offered it to her. It was relatively full, and Abigail took the can and smashed it over Rickey’s head, knocking him right out of the chair, and sending beer flying everywhere!

Abigail grabbed Rickey once again, and lifted him back up, before once again sending Rickey careening into another row of chairs, each chair Rickey crashed through causing him even more and more pain. This match had been almost 100% Abigail from the very start, The White Reaper looking super motivated tonight, determined to take the belt back from Rickey Shane Page and the 44OH. Abigail grabbed Rickey again and tossed him back over the guardrail into the ringside area, before climbing over herself, and catching Rickey with a kick to the ribs. Abigail grabbed a bundle of tubes from ringside and tossed it into the ring, before grabbing two more light tubes from a box laying at ringside, and setting those on the apron. Abigail grabbed Rickey again and hit him with a forearm, before lifting him up, and planting him on the apron and on those light tubes with a brutal looking Uranage! Rickey was slammed right into the hardest part of the ring, made even more excruciatingly painful by the addition of light tubes! Abigail rolled Rickey back into the ring, and slid in herself, hooking his leg for the cover, to win the title!

1….2…. Kickout!

Rickey stays alive, keeping the championship for the time being. Abigail brushed her hair out of her face, before getting back to her feet. Abigail grabbed Rickey again and lifted him back up to his feet, and nailed him with another stiff forearm, before hitting the ropes, possibly looking for a spear, but before she could connect, Rickey suddenly scooped Abigail up and drove her down to the mat with a Death Valley Driver! Rickey sits up after dropping Abigail, taking his chance to catch a breather for the first time in this match. Rickey reached over and grabbed a handful of Abigail’s white hair, before dragging her back up to her feet, and sending her off the ropes again, before connecting on the rebound with a knee to the gut, sending Abigail to the mat! Rickey then dropped to the mat and began hammering away at Abigail with a couple of stiff shots to the head with his forearm, before trapping Abigail into a headlock. Rickey continued to put pressure on Abigail’s head, sticking his tongue out to mock the crowd as they broke into their usual chants of “FUCK O-HI-O” directed at the MPW World Champion. Rickey’s game was much more slow and methodical than Abigail’s usual violent frenzy, and slowing the match down to his pace would only work in his favor. Rickey continued to put pressure on her head, squeezing her cranium, and continuing to mock the crowd.

Abigail began to fight back, catching Rickey with a few shots to the midsection, before managing to get her feet back underneath her, and start to fight back to her feet. Steadily, she began to rise, and Rickey began to look worried, before Abigail suddenly lifted Rickey up and dropped him to the mat with a back suplex, breaking the hold! Rickey landed flat on his back and quickly rolled back up to his feet, clutching the small of his back as he stumbled towards the ropes for stability. Abigail charged Rickey, but Rickey quickly grabbed one of the light tubes off the ropes and blasted Abigail in the head with it! Abigail dropped down to her hands and knees, as blood began to drip from her forehead. Rickey grabbed another light tube, and shattered it over Abigail’s head and back, once again covering her in broken glass shards. Rickey pulled another tube off the ropes, before walking back over to Abigail, and pulling her up to her knees. Rickey stuck the tube in Abigail’s mouth, before pulling on the ends of the tube, breaking the tube right in Abigail’s mouth! Abigail grabs for her mouth, which is surely cut to shreds after a move like that! Rickey lifts Abigail back to her feet, before driving her down with a Michinoku Driver! Rickey covers, to retain the title!

1….2…. Kickout!

Abigail kicks out, keeping her title hopes alive! Rickey pulled himself up to his knees, and began to mockingly wipe his hands off, shouting out to the crowd how this was all just “too easy”. Rickey got back to his feet, and grabbed Abigail again, dragging her up by her hair, before wrapping his hand around her throat, going for the chokebreaker, but Abigail is quick to smack his arm away, nail him with a headbutt, before grabbing Rickey and whipping him right through the pane of glass sitting in one of the corners of the ring! The pane of glass explodes as RSP crashes through it! That might be catastrophic for RSP’s title reign! Before Abigail can do anything about it, though, suddenly, Eric Ryan, Eddy Only, Sami Callihan, and now Jake Crist all run down to the ring and slide in, attacking Abigail from behind! You knew when 44OH went to the back earlier that they wouldn’t stay away for long, and now they were here, stomping Abigail down to the mat! But within seconds of them hitting the ring, Syn, Effy, Mance, and Manders, Paul Heyman’s hand picked ringside enforcers, all slide into the ring and begin taking the fight to the 44OH! Syn on Ryan, Mance on Sami, Effy on Crist and Manders on Eddy, the Second Gear Crew begin to hammer away at the 44OH, not letting them get away with ruining this match and costing Abigail. All four members of the 44OH bail out of the ring and try to hop the barricade to run away from the SGC, but all four members of SGC slide out of the ring and give chase, running after the 44OH, and hopefully chasing them right out of the building!

Abigail gets back to her feet, and sees Rickey beginning to recover in the corner, pulling himself up to his feet. Abigail grabs the tube bundle she brought into the ring earlier, and charges Rickey, before smashing the bundle over his head and dropping him into a seated position in the corner! Abigail grabs another tube bundle, and lays it against Rickey, before running across the ring, hitting the ropes, and smashing into the tube bundle and Rickey with a running face wash, shatting the tube bundle against Rickey’s face! Abigail dragged Rickey out of the corner, and went for the cover, looking to win the world championship!

1….2…. Kickout!

Rickey Shane Page saves his title again! Rickey’s face was now a near full crimson mask as blood ran down from his forehead, and his back was also nearly entirely covered with blood. This match was doing a number on both competitors, and we weren’t done yet. Abigail grabbed Rickey and dragged him closer to the corner, before Abigail began to climb up to the top rope. Abigail set her feet, before leaping off with a gorgeous Moonsault, trying to crash down onto Rickey, but Rickey suddenly came to life and as Abigail made contact, Rickey trapped her in a rear naked choke! Rickey locked his arms and wrapped his legs around Abigail’s body, before trying to squeeze the life out of her! Abigail was fading fast, and Jason Ayers was continuously checking her, making sure the challenger was still conscious. If Abigail faded out, that would be the end of her title opportunity! Abigail tried to pry at Rickey’s arms, but she was quickly losing consciousness. Before she could, however, suddenly, Amaya Winters rolled into the ring and began attacking Rickey Shane Page! Abigail’s protege wasn’t going to let her mentor go out like that! Amaya hammered away at Rickey, until Rickey released the hold on Abigail, doing his best to cover up from her attack. Rickey rolled away into the corner, and Amaya went over to Rickey, grabbed him, and dragged him up to his feet, before sending Rickey off the ropes, looking for the Unholy Kiss, but Rickey manages to dodge it. Amaya turned around just in time as Rickey came off the ropes and blasted her with a Rolling Elbow, knocking Amaya out of the ring! Atticus ran over and checked on Amaya, as Rickey stood in the ring and laughed at the pathetic display. “You picked the wrong side, weirdos!” Rickey yelled out to them, before going back over to Abigail, trying to lift her up, but suddenly getting caught by jawbreaker! Rickey stumbled backwards, creating just enough space for Abigail to get up and level Rickey with a big boot! Rickey is knocked to the mat, and Abigail looks to seize the opening! Abigail lifts Rickey up and gains wrist control, looking to nail Rickey with a Famemaker and potentially end this match, but Rickey had it scouted, and as Abigail spun him out for the ripcord lariat, Rickey caught Abigail by the throat, lifted her up, and drove her down across his knee with a devastating Chokebreaker! Abigail’s back might be broken, and her title hopes look to be all but over! Rickey hooks the leg!

1….2…. Kickout!

Abigail kicks out of the Chokebreaker! Rickey can hardly believe it! Rickey pulls himself up to his knees, his usual smirk and air of confidence gone, instead his face twisted in anger and frustration as referee Jason Ayers tells Rickey that it was just two. Rickey gets up and gets in Ayers face, giving him a shove. Ayers gets right in Rickey’s face, but Rickey simply laughs at the much smaller man. “What’re you gonna do about?” Rickey asks as he shoves Ayers again, backing him towards the corner. “Title match, no DQ, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Rickey gives Ayers another push, but that seemed to be one push too far, as yes, Jason Ayers couldn’t disqualify Rickey, but what Ayers could do is pull his fist back and cold cock Rickey right in the jaw! Jason Ayers caught RSP with a right hand! Rickey stumbles back, half shocked, half stunned from the shot, and turns right around into Abigail cracking a chair right over his head! Amaya Winters had recovered from the Rolling Elbow from Rickey, and had slid her mentor in a chair! Abigail stood over Rickey, chair still in hand, looking down at the world champion. Abigail had done some awful things in her life. Things many people still hate her for, and with good reason. So it says something when an individual is so vile of a human being, it makes even her skin crawl, but that’s exactly what the look she’s giving Rickey Shane Page conveys. Abigail lays the chair down across Rickey’s chest, before hitting the ropes, and comes back, crashing down hard onto Rickey and the chair with a senton! Abigail tosses the chair out of the way, before hooking the leg for the cover!

1….2…. Kickout!

Rickey kicks out again, keeping his title reign in tact for the time being. Rickey begins to roll out towards the arpon, and Abigail makes eyes towards Atticus and Amaya, and begins directing traffic. On Abigail’s instruction, Amaya and Atticus retrieve another pane of glass, and set it up between two chairs on the floor outside. Abigail then begins to follow Rickey out on the apron, as Amaya and Atticus begin to back out of the way. Abigail slithers out onto the apron with Rickey and stands up, catching him with a shot to the back, before dragging him the rest of the way up, and wraps an arm around his head. Abigail looks to the pane of glass, and mutters something to herself, perhaps a small prayer, before she and Rickey both go off the apron, Abigail putting both herself and Rickey through the pane of glass with the Black Arrow! An explosion of glass punctuates the impact, as now both competitors were down on the outside, as the sold out crowd here at the Showboat, in the Carousel Room, were all on their feet, and LOUD.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Abigail was the first to begin to stirr, using the apron to pull herself up using the apron, and does her best to try and drag Rickey up to his feet and toss him into the ring as well. Abigail collapses before she’s able to pull herself into the ring, and takes a couple of seconds to rest on the outside, kneeling, exhausted from the fight, and perhaps starting to go a little dizzy from blood loss. Atticus got Amaya’s attention and the two walked over to their mentor, each putting a shoulder under her arms and lifting her up, aiding her in getting back into the ring. Abigail dragged herself to the corner, and watched as Rickey had began to try and do the same. Abigail pulled herself back up to her feet, before charging across the ring at Rickey. Abigail went for a splash, but before she could land it, Rickey pulls referee Jason Ayers in front from of him, and Ayers is smushed between Rickey and Abigail as Abigail lands the corner splash. Abigail stumbles backwards, realizing what she’s done as Ayers drops to the floor, taken out of the equation by that accident. As Abigail is distracted by Ayers getting knocked out, Rickey takes advantage, leaping up and catching Abigail in the back of the head with a brutal enziguri! Abigail is knocked out, flat on the mat, and Rickey falls back against the corner, before looking down at Abigail, and realizing she’s vulnerable. Rickey begins to climb up onto the top rope, setting his feet, and taking a deep breath. Rickey was looking to end this, as he leaps off the top rope, looking to crash down onto Abigail with a Swanton Bomb….

But Abigail gets her knees up! Rickey’s spine landed against Abigail’s sharp knees, causing Rickey a world of pain, as he fell to his knees and clutched his back in agony. Abigail gets back to her feet and grabs Rickey, gaining wrist control, and blasting Rickey with a Famemaker, nearly taking Rickey’s head off!

Abigail dropped down and covered, but quickly realized there was no referee to count the pin. Abigail pressed her fate into the mat in frustration and agony as she realized this, as the crowd’s counting got all the way to ten, giving Abigail the visual win, but not one that counted for anything.

Suddenly, the crowd came to life as Paul Heyman ran out from the curtain, removing his blazer and dress shirt, revealing a referee shirt underneath! Heyman shouted for Abigail to cover Rickey again, as Heyman slid into the ring to count the pin! Abigail hooked the leg!

1….

2…..

KICKOUT!

Rickey manages to stay alive! If Abigail would’ve been able to get a pin counted sooner, it might have been a different story, but for now, this fight would have to keep going. As one could imagine, Heyman wasn’t exactly being impartial, kneeling next to Abigail and practically begging her to finish this. Abigail got back to her feet, and brushed her hair out of her face, before grabbing the chair she’d brought into the ring earlier, and setting it up. Abigail called out to Amaya and Atticus, who tossed her another chair into the ring. Abigail set the other chair up, and grabbed the other pane of glass that had been into the ring, and placed it between the chairs, before grabbing Rickey by the hair, and dragging him up, before lifting him up onto the top rope. Abigail nailed him with a few forearms, before climbing up to the second rope, and nailing Rickey with a few stiff headbutts, before lifting Rickey up, climbing up to the top rope, and putting Rickey and herself through the pane of glass with a superplex! Abigail takes a moment to grimace in pain from the glass cuts, before rolling over on top of Rickey, going for the win!

1….2…. Kickout!

Rickey manages to kick out again. Abigail pounds the mat in frustration, and nearly collapsed to the mat, starting to feel the effects of the blood loss and the long, grueling match. Abigail pulls herself back up to her knees, and has to use the ropes to lift herself back up to her feet. Abigail looked out to Amaya and Atticus, asking for another pane of glass. The two grab one from outside of the ring and slid it into Abigail, before Abigail grabbed the pane of glass, and put it back between the two chairs, and grabbed Rickey again. Abigail picks Rickey back up and does her best to try and hook his arms and lift him up into a Baptism By Fire, but Rickey was practically dead weight at this point, and Abigail couldn’t manage to lift Rickey. Abigail drops to her knees and lets Rickey go, clutching her back in pain, perhaps having pulled something from attempting to lift Rickey up. Abigail did manage to lift herself back to her feet, and elected to go for a different approach. Abigail stalked Rickey, before charging at him, going for a spear, but Rickey suddenly finds some fight, tosses Abigail into the air, and catches her with a kick on the way back down from a backdrop! Abigail cries out in pain, and arches her back from the pain of the kick. Rickey stumbles into the ropes, and grabs one of the light tubes off of them, before smashing it right over Abigail’s head! Abigail falls flat on her back, perhaps unconscious after that. Rickey looks at the pane of glass, and then up at the top rope, before apparently deciding that he was going to return the favor. Rickey grabs Abigail and lifts her up onto the top rope, before quickly climbing up top himself, and lifting her up onto her feet on the top rope as well. With both of them standing on the top, Rickey suddenly lifts her up, before the two of them freefall off the top, Rickey putting Abigail through the pane of glass with a Release Gutwrench Bomb from the top rope!

Rickey dropped down into the corner, looking on at the carnage he’d just caused. Abigail was practically motionless, laying in the middle of the ring. Rickey looked over at Heyman, and offered him a victorious smirk, before crawling over to Abigail. Rickey goes to hook her leg, demanding Heyman count…

But Abigail kicks out before Heyman can even register a one!

Abigail shoves Rickey off, and before Rickey can even react, gets back to her feet, hits the ropes, and impales Rickey with a spear! Abigail hooks the leg, looking for the win and the championship!

1….2…. KICKOUT!

Rickey Shane Page kicks out again! Just what the hell is it gonna take to end this match?! Abigail pulled herself up to her knees again, and pressed her forehead into the mat. She sucked in a few deep breaths and tried to regain herself, but the crowd suddenly going from cheering her on to booing caused her to look up. Sure enough, Eric Ryan, Eddy Only, Jake Crist, and Sami Callihan were slowly making their way to the ring, almost like lions moving through the tall grass. They appeared to have lost the Second Gear Crew’s pursuit, and were now making their way back into the ring to interfere in this match once again. Amaya and Atticus both rolled into the ring, and Abigail pulled herself up to her feet, as the three members of The Fallen prepared for the oncoming assault. Heyman backed into a corner, unsure about what was going to happen, but knowing damn well he didn’t want to be in the middle of it. Atticus pulled a light tube from the ropes, and held it, ready to swing if they got too close. Eric, Eddy, Sami, and Jake slithered into the ring, and began to back the three members of The Fallen onto their own side of the ring.

That is, until Atticus Cogar stepped forward, light tube in hand, and held it up like he was ready to swing, stopping all four members of the 44OH right in their tracks. Slowly, Amaya stepped forward as well, standing, ready for a fight. If they were going to go down like this, they were going to go down, the three of them, together, and they were going to try and take as many members of the 44OH with them. The air in the building was heavy with tension, as everyone waited for someone else to make a move…..

And then Atticus Cogar turns and smashes his light tube over the head of Amaya Winters!

Amaya dropped to the mat, and Abigail stared at Atticus in shock, her face twisted in a mix of confusion and betrayal. Atticus stood over Amaya, not sparing Abigail a look, as suddenly Eric Ryan, Eddy Only, Sami Callihan, and Jake Crist rushed past him, and began a four on one beatdown of Abigail in the corner! Abigail was quickly overwhelmed, and did her best to cover up, but the 44OH quickly beat her right down into the mat, stomping her down and leaving her laying there, as they all turned to look at Atticus. Eddy Only even did a Scott Hall-esq point, as Atticus Cogar removed his hoodie, revealing underneath the green & black t-shirt of the 44OH. Atticus Cogar was Abigail’s judas, Atticus Cogar had aligned himself with RSP and the 44OH. Atticus tossed his hoodie aside and reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of neon green skewers, and grabbed Amaya again, dragging her to the ropes and displaying her for the entire crowd to see, before pounding the sharp points of the skewers into her head! Amaya was then pulled back up to her feet, and lifted up into an electric chair by Eddy Only, who held her up there, as Jake Crist took hold of Atticus’ hand for balance, scaling the ropes, before jumping off and driving Amaya, head full of skewers and all, face first, all the way down into the mat with the All Seeing Eye!

Rickey Shane Page sat in the corner, a wide, disgusting grin on his face, as he watched with glee his plan come to fruition. As Atticus kicked Amaya out of the ring, Sami Callihan and Eric Ryan had exited the ring to retrieve another pane of glass from the outside, and Eddy Only went about setting the chairs up, giving the pane of glass something to bridge between, as Sami and Eric set the pane of glass up. Atticus was now standing over Abigail, looking down and saying nothing, before he began to stomp on his former mentor, before dragging her up to her feet by the hair. Atticus then got under her arm, and Callihan took the other, as the two lifted Abigail up onto Eric Ryan’s shoulders, before the three men slammed Abigail through the pane of glass with a Triple Powerbomb! The pane shattered and glass flew everywhere, much of it embedding itself in Abigail’s back.

Rickey stood up, a wide grin on his face, his hands clapping, giving himself and his 44OH brethren a round of applause. Rickey even walked over to Atticus and gave him a big hug, reading his lips you could tell he was telling him “Welcome Home”. Rickey and Atticus ended their embrace, and Rickey looked back over to Abigail, before turning to his boys. “Chairs, I need chairs.” He said, directing traffic, and Sami, Jake, and Eric Ryan slid out of the ring and began tossing all of the chairs they could find into it, creating a decently large pile close to one corner of the ring. They all slid back into the ring, and Atticus and Eddy Only grabbed Abigail, as Rickey began to walk over to the corner where all the chairs were piled up. Atticus and Eddy helped lift Abigail up and put her on Rickey’s back upside down, allowing Rickey to hook her arms, holding her in Vertebreaker position, before they helped Rickey to climb up to the second rope, keeping Abigail upside down and steady. There was a count to three, and then Atticus and Eddy backed off, and Rickey jumped backwards, slamming Abigail down onto the chairs with her own finishing move from the second rope, Baptism By Fire on the pile of chairs!

Abigail wasn’t moving as she was dragged off the pile of chairs, and into the middle of the ring. Rickey dropped down and hooked Abigail’s leg, staring Paul Heyman dead in the eyes as the other members of 44OH surrounded him, ordering Paul to get down and make the count…

1……

2…..

Paul stops counting. Before Paul can register a three, Paul looks up and looks Rickey in the eyes, eyes burning with hatred. “No!” Paul shouts, putting a middle finger right in Rickey’s face. “Fuck you, I’m not coutning it!” The crowd comes to life, popping for Heyman’s defiance, but all it earns him in the end is pain, as Eric Ryan blasts Paul Heyman with a bundle of light tubes, shattering them over Heyman’s head! Heyman falls to his side, potentially unconscious.

Rickey stands back up, and grabs Abigail’s unmoving, potentially unconscious body, as he’s handed a thinner tube bundle by Atticus. Rickey grabs Abigail by the throat, and lifts her up, before moving the tube bundle to his knee and smashing Abigail across it, hitting Abigail with a Light Tube assisted Chokebreaker, making the move even more devastating that it usually is. Sami Callihan and Jake Crist drag referee Jason Ayers, who was just beginning to recover from earlier, into the ring, as Rickey covers Abigail.

1…...2…….3!

“Here is your winner…. And still MPW World Champion… Rickey Shane Page.”

Steve Guy’s voice made it clear he didn’t wanna say it, and the reaction of the fans made it clear it was the last thing on earth they wanted to hear. Garbage began raining down into the ring, thrown by the fans, beer cans, food wrappers, whatever the fans had on hand was being thrown into the ring, and in the direction of the members of the 44OH, as we looked to just about to have a near riot on our hands! The MPW fan base was absolutely livid! Rickey was handed his belt by Atticus, and he held it high above his head as he stood back up. You could tell multiple members of the MPW audience were trying to hit him with garbage, but none of their aim seemed to be good enough. Eddy Only had a can of spray paint in the ring now, and stood over the MPW logo in the middle of the ring, before spray painting a neon green 44OH! Over the logo, causing the fans to get even more irate.

Rickey looked over his shoulder and quickly alerted the rest of his stablemates to get out of the ring, as all of 44OH bailed to the outside and towards the curtain, as over the guardrail came Syn, Mance Warner, Effy, Manders, Trent, VENY, Pandemonium, Alex Shelley, Tre Lamar, Yuki Kamifuku, Riley Ishimori, Violet, Matsumoto, Jordan Oliver, Zachary Wentz, Desmond Xavier, Lilith Brookes, Eddie Kingston, and Lacey Karmens, all of whom looked absolutely pissed, the entire MPW locker room practically wanting to get their hands on the 44OH. Rickey and the rest of his crew stopped at the curtain, with Rickey holding his belt up high, and blowing everyone in the ring a kiss as his music began to play us out.

Lacey, Pandemonium, and Alex Shelley rushed to Heyman’s side, and the Rascalz hopped out of the ring to check on Amaya. In what was probably a shocking site before you considered the circumstances, Syn had helped Abigail up and was currently helping her to stand, practically supporting all of her weight himself, before Kingston rushed over to assist him, dropping under her other shoulder to help carry the load as well. Lilith Brookes and Jordan Oliver both stood on adjacent turnbuckles, shouting for the 44OH to stop being cowards and come fight, a sentiment also being shouted by many other members of the MPW roster.

44OH may have won the battle, but in the process they may have united the entire locker room against them, if they hadn’t already done that. What does this mean for the World Title going into Thunder In Paradise?

We’ll figure this out, folks. See you next week. Goodnight.

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Every Outfit Ever

Every Outfit Ever Links to every outfit, request, mashup, “Effy Does”, or look I’ve made.

What Effy Wore

Effy’s Series 1 Outfits

Effy’s Series 1 and 2 Makeup Looks

Effy’s Series 1 Hair

What Effy Wore: 201 and 207

What Effy Wore: 201 (Toilet Scene)

What Effy Wore: 206 Pyjamas

What Effy Wore: Opening Credits

Effy’s Series 3 Makeup Looks

Effy’s Series 3 Nails

Effy’s Major Series 3 Outfits

What Effy Wore: 301

What Effy Wore: 301 Makeup

What Effy Wore: 302

What Effy Wore: 302 Makeup

What Effy Wore: 303

What Effy Wore: 304

What Effy Wore: 305

What Effy Wore: 305 Sunglasses

What Effy Wore: 306

What Effy Wore: 307

What Effy Wore: 308

What Effy Wore: 310

What Effy Wore: 310 Makeup

Effy’s Series 4 Makeup Looks

Effy’s Series 4 Nails

Effy’s Series 4 Curly Hair

Effy’s Major Series 4 Outfits

What Effy Wore: 401

What Effy Wore: 402

What Effy Wore: 403

What Effy Wore: 404

What Effy Wore: 405

What Effy Wore: Beginning of 405

What Effy Wore: 407

What Effy Wore: 408

What Effy Wore: Underwear (General)

What Effy Wore: School Outfits

What Effy Wore: School Hair

What Effy Wore: Headbands

What Effy Wore: The Badge Blazer

What Effy Wore: Unseen Skins Pop

What Effy Wore: Unseen Skins Little Effy in the Woods

What Effy Wore: Unseen Skins Wurst Case Scenario

Effy’s General Makeup Look

Get the Look

Get the Look: 108

Get the Look: 207

Get the Look: Opening Credits

Get the Look: 301 #1

Get the Look: 301 #2

Get the Look: 303

Get the Look: 305

Get the Look: 306

Get the Look: 307 Shirt Dupe #1

Get the Look: 307 Shirt Dupe #2

Get the Look: 310

Get the Look: 401

Get the Look: 402

Get the Look: 403

Get the Look: Wurst Case Scenario Makeup

Effy’s Canvas Tote

Get the Look: Muscle Tees/Tee Shirt Dresses

Get the Look: Effy’s Boyfriend Jeans

Effy’s Inexpensive Basics #1

Effy’s Winter Basics

Quintessentially Effy Looks

Effy’s Wardrobe Essentials

Skins Fire: Effy’s Metallic Dress

Get the Look: Distressed Sweaters/Jumpers

Effy’s Tights

Effy Does…

Effy Does Forever 21: Fall 2013

Effy Does Forever 21: November 2013

Effy Does Forever 21 Jewelry

Effy Does Forever 21: Series 3 Essentials

Effy Does Urban Outfitters: January 2014

Effy Does Urban Outfitters: Summer 2014

Effy Does Urban Outfitters: December 2014

Effy Does Urban Outfitters: Spring 2015 Dresses

Effy Does Urban Outfitters: Spring 2015 Everything Else

Effy Does Topshop: Winter 2014

Effy Does Topshop: January 2015

Effy Does Topshop: 2015 Jewelry

Effy Does Zara: Spring 2015

Effy Does CottonOn

Effy Does Go Jane

Effy Does Love Culture

Effy Does Love Culture Jewelry

Effy Does American Apparel

Effy Does Brandy Melville: January 2015

Effy Does H&M: January 2015

Effy Does H&M: Spring/Summer 2015

Effy Does Dresslink

Effy Does Supre

Effy Does Big W

Effy Does Dollskill

Effy Does ASOS: February 2015

Effy Does Religion for ASOS

Effy Does Free People

Effy Does Stradivarius

Effy Does Dotti

Effy Does All Saints

Effy Does Pull & Bear

Effy Does Monki

Effy Does Tilly’s: February 2015

Effy Does Tilly’s: June 2015

Effy Does Unif

Effy Does Falabella

Effy Does Mango: Dresses

Effy Does Hot Topic

Effy Does Motel: Dresses

Effy Does Tripp NYC

Effy Does Lulu’s

Effy Does SheInside

Effy Does Kohl’s

Effy Does Bikbok

Effy Does Boohoo Dresses

Effy Does Blackheart

Effy Does Abercrombie and Fitch

Effy Does PacSun: Spring 2015

Effy Does Anthropologie

Effy Does Sinsay

Effy Does Reserved

Effy Does EMP

Effy Does Baby Blue

Effy Does Aeropostale

Effy Does New Look

Effy Does Charlotte Russe

Effy Does Next

Effy Does Quay Australia

Effy Does American Eagle

Effy Does Weekday

Mashups

Skins Characters:

Cassie and Effy Mashup #1

Cassie and Effy Mashup #2

Cassie and Effy Hair/Makeup Mashup

Michelle and Effy Mashup

Effy and Naomi Mashup

Effy and Cook Mashup

Effy and Freddie Mashup

Effy and Katie Mashup

Effy and Franky Mashup

Effy and Mini Mashup

Effy and Rich Mashup

Effy and Mini and Franky in 601 Mashup

Other Characters:

Effy and Madison Montgomery (AHS) Mashup

Effy and Violet Harmon (AHS) Mashup

Effy and Zoe Benson (AHS) Mashup

Effy and Lindy Sampson (Eye Candy) Mashup

Effy and Liv Moore (iZombie) Mashup

Effy and Carter Stevens (Finding Carter) Mashup

Effy and Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) Mashup

Effy and Princess Eleanor (The Royals) Mashup

Effy and Aria Montgomery (Pretty Little Liars) Mashup

Effy and Callie Jacobs (The Fosters) Mashup

Effy and Riley Blue (Sense8) Mashup

Effy and Bay Kennish (Switched at Birth) Mashup

Real People:

Effy in Color

Effy and Edie Sedgwick/60s Mod Mashup

Effy and 70s Hippie Mashup

Effy and Joan Jett/70s Rocker Mashup

Effy and Kurt Cobain Mashup

Effy and Alexa Chung Mashup

Effy and Taylor Momsen Mashup

Effy and Zoe Sugg (Zoella) Mashup

Requests

What Would Effy Wear To….?

A Concert

Halloween

A Festival

Music Festival

Prom

House Party

New Years Party

Work Clothes (Generation 2 Effy Inspired)

Work Clothes (Skins Fire Inspired)

Evening Dresses/Fancy Dresses/Formal Occasions

Beach Day

Nightclub and Disco

Wedding Dresses

Rainy Day (Rainboots, Coats, Umbrellas)

Rave

EDC/Rave

Valentine’s Day

Hanging Out With Friends/Going to the Mall/Everyday Casual

Lazy Day/Loungewear/Sleepwear

Birthday Party Outfit/Sweet 16

School Disco/Dance

Camping

Barbecue Party

Sleepover/Friends Gathering

How Would Effy Style/What Kind Would She Have…?

Dress Codes and Uniforms #1

Pants

Crop Tops

Maroon Doc Martens

Shorts

Jeans

Winter Coat Inspiration

90s Halter Top

Scarves

Tapers

Backpacks

Little Black Bags

Swimming Costumes/Bathing Suits

Bikinis

Sandals

Workout Look #1

Workout Look #2

Back To School #1

Back To School Outfit #2

Fishnets

Plaid Skirt (Series 3 Inspired)

Bomber Jacket Looks

Effy Inspired High Heels

Faux Fur

Black Velvet Leggings

Denim Jackets

Panama Jacks

Black Circle Skirt

Genderswap Effy:

Genderswap Effy #1

Genderswap Effy: Loungewear and Sleepwear

Genderswap Effy: 308 and 407 Inspired

Other:

Profile Pictures

Sleep Masks

Plus-Sized Style Inspiration

Effy-Inspired iPhone Cases

Behind the Scenes Pictures

Effy’s Outfits: Behind The Scenes

Spotlight: Naomi’s Style

Urban Outfitters Bed

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hello! in character ask for selene: do u think first impressions are important? and for carolyn: who was the biggest influence on u in ur time at hogwarts? amd also, on a scale of 1-10, how important are looks to u? k thx!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for asking and sorry for the late reply, I had some stuff going on yesterday 💛

EDIT: Oh God, I just answered Caro's question for Selene, stupid me xD I don't want to delete it, so you'll get Selly's answer as a bonus.

Selene: Do you think first impressions are important?

Hm, yes and no. Of course, first impressions can give you a measure of a person. I know many people where you get exactly what you see. But then again, there are people like me. Of course, nowadays it doesn't make much difference whether you meet me for the first time or the hundredth - at least that's what I like to believe. But if you had met me back in my first year at school or before, you wouldn't believe I'm the same person. So I'd say pay attention to the first impression but never believe it's set in stone. Because nothing ever is.

Bonus: Selene, who was the biggest influence on you in your time at Hogwarts?

Easy, it could be no one else but my dearest Effy! @the-al-chemist I couldn't even begin to imagine how dreadfully boring my life would have been without my sister. If not for her, I'd still be the meek little girl doing her parents' every beg and call without even questioning it. She encouraged me to be who I truly am and follow my dreams - even when our shared dream changed and separated, we never did so in more than space. I wouldn't know what to do without you, my sweet sister. Oh, and Allan of course. Without Effy, I'd never had to nerve to rescue Allan - can you imagine a life without him? No, me neither.

Carolyn: Who was the biggest influence on you in your time at Hogwarts?

Thank you for capturing my question, Selene. If you don't mind, letting me answer now? Thank you, too kind.

Anyway, the people influencing the most during my time at Hogwarts would be my dear Marigold @that-scouse-wizard and of course, Brady @kc-and-oc Marigold has proven to be the best friend I could have ever wished for. I'll never forget the delightful discussions with her and the third part of our group, the wonderful Adelia @thatravenpuffwitch about the latest fashion trends in our dormitory. We still meet up sometimes, especially Adelia and I since Mary is away so often. Mary taught me to look beyond myself and my own ideas. It's because of her that I never incorporated anything to do with fur into my wardrobe. Especially on cold winter nights I thoroughly miss the warmth it provided but if you make a decision, you have to stick to it. Mary also made me the most beautiful wedding dress imaginable. I will forever be grateful to have her in my life.

And Brady. Well, what to say about Brady. Even though I swore to myself to never do it, I married him after all. What more to say about that. No, I'm not blushing. What makes you think that. It is a warm day and my natural reaction to the heat. This is not because of Brady, you hear me?

On a scale of 1 - 10, how important are looks for you?

11/10. Who would ever take you seriously if you went about your business unkempt and in rumpled clothes. Your outfit can make you or break you and you will never change my mind on that.

#character asks #selene fraser #carolyn nyberg #hphl #hogwarts legacy

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Prompt: If you could somehow make it hayffie centric, I’d love to read something about effie and senecas relationship. I really love the way you write it!

Well, I did not in fact make it hayffie centric lmao. But I did what I could so there is hayffie in there but it’s not centerstage.

Her Best Friend

Gamemakers really needed to up their game, Effie mused as she smiled and mingled, a bit on autopilot. She wasn’t the only one thinking so either. Grand orchestra, gleaming chandeliers and formal outfits were all well and good but, in the middle of winter, it made for a depressing evening. No wonder most sponsors favored clubs and bars over the official Games events. Events were always a bit… dull after the Victory Tour had concluded and before the new Reaping season approached but this year was taking the cake as far as she was concerned and she would probably not have attended at all if escorts’ presence hadn’t been mandatory.

She spared a thought for her friends who were all at a the latest popular club downtown and swallowed back the sigh that wanted to pass her lips. The sponsor who was currently telling her all about his pet was boring. Old and boring and…

READ MORE on ff or HERE on AO3

#hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #prompt #games time #about e past #oresto crane #seneca #funny one #coconuts friends

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LIBBY GILBERT ( ELLE FANNING ) is an EIGHTEEN year old from BOSTON, MA. SHE is known around the island as THE WILD CHILD because she is CHARISMATIC and INDEPENDENT but can also be RECKLESS and SELF ABSORBED. SHE reminds of makeup that’s the slightest bit smudged, smoking on a fire escape during a party in the middle of the winter , the way that doing something bad can feel so good.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Elizabeth (Libby) Stella Gilbert

NICKNAMES: Lib(s)

BIRTHDAY: October 15, 2002

AGE: 18

HOMETOWN: Boston, Massachusetts

BIRTHPLACE: New York City, New York

RELIGION: Non-Practicing Christian (Presbyterian)

ETHNICITY: White

NATIONALITY: American

EDUCATION: High School Senior

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Middle Class (closer to Upper Class rather than Middle Class though)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5’9

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Blonde

BUILD: Slim

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Small scar on elbow

NOTABLE FEATURES: Rosy cheeks,

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: Cut her hand / thumb after accidentally breaking a glass as a little kid and still can’t bend her thumb all the way forward

ALLERGIES: Artificial Orange Flavoring (Oddly enough it’s the only artificial flavor that she has an issue with)

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: Parties, Watching movies, socializing

LIKES: Nighttime in a big city, drugs, gossip, designer clothing, long painted nails

DISLIKES: Political functions, small talk, following rules, waking up early, acne

QUIRKS: Libby loves rings and has a wide selection of them in order to have a couple that could go with basically any outfit that she could put together. The only ring that she wears with every outfit and practically never takes off is a gold signet style ring with an L engraved on it. Her sisters and mother all have the same one with their respective initials so it holds much more sentimental value than any other piece of jewelry that she owns. Over the years, she has developed a habit of twisting the ring around the tip of her left hand pointer finger when feeling nervous or uncomfortable .

STRENGTHS: From the time that she was a small child, Libby was fiercely independent. When approaching a task, she often takes charge, especially when working in group settings. She also isn’t afraid to speak her mind about her feelings towards things and doesn’t let people take advantage of or walk all over her.

WEAKNESSES: Libby lives for the feeling of an adrenaline rush. She views it as being courageous and spontaneous but the problem with this is that she’s never been good at thinking before doing something. This “courage” and “spontaneity” often turn into recklessness and impulsive behavior which tends to end up putting Libby into situations that are dangerous to herself and to others. She has a pretty bad temper which causes a tendency to get into and to cause arguments.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Independent, Charismatic, Bold, Loyal, Outspoken

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Hotheaded, Impulsive, Hedonistic, Self-Absorbed

MENTAL DISABILITIES: Bipolar 1, ADHD

FIVE FUN FACTS

Libby’s dad is a politician and is in the midst of campaigning for mayor of Boston. So because of that, she and her family are not famous by any means but semi-well known within the city.

Much to the distain of her parents, Libby has seven piercings — three in her earlobes, two in her left ear’s cartilage and one in her right ear’s, a nose ring on her left nostril, and a belly button piercing (which her parents are not aware of.) She also has a small stick and poke tattoo of a lighting bolt on the middle finger of her left hand which she got from a guy who had she met 15 minutes prior at a Boston College frat party. It’s been a year since and she’s been telling her parents that she drew it on with a sharpie the few times that one of them has noticed.

She has a crazy good memory to the point where it borders on being photographic but only about certain things. Most of the things that stick in her mind seem to be weirdly specific facts and details as opposed to useful information.

There’s a two inch long scar in the shape of a half circle on her elbow She got it last fall when her boyfriend at the time tried to teach her how to skateboard.

She has a bad habit of deciding that she wants to learn how to do something, trying it out for a little bit and then forgetting about it. Currently she’s been trying to teach herself to play the bass.

FLIGHT ATTIRE If there’s one thing that Libby can’t stand about travel, particularly while flying, it’s the discomfort. As an attempt to prevent this as much as possible, she opted to dress comfortably rather than to look nice. This is fairly out of character for her as she usually cares a lot about the manner in which she presents herself, especially when she’s going to be meeting new people. That being said, she didn’t even want to be going on the retreat so she felt no desire to put forth any effort into a good first impression. She ended up wearing a pair of navy lululemon Hotty Hot shorts, a light blue tank top, a chunky beige cardigan that was big enough to practically function as a blanket and some rings from her vast collection and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail tied up with a white scrunchie.

PERSONAL ITEMS

A half empty bottle of Glossier You perfume which somehow didn’t shatter during the crash.

A medium large sized makeup bag that Libby filled with various small bottles of alcohol that she stole from her mother before leaving

A pill container with about 85 days worth of a 90 day supply of Lamictal

BONUSES BACKGROUND INFORMATION: These are just the answers to the prompts from the application but they provide a little more insight into who she is as a person, TW for drug use.

CHARACTER INSPO: Audrey Horne (Twin Peaks), Lux Lisbon (The Virgin Suicides), Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks), Effy Stonem (Skins), Evie Zamora (Thirteen), Madison Montgomery (American Horror Story: Coven), Kathryn Merteuil (Cruel Intentions)

PINTEREST BOARD PLAYLIST

#wilds.intro #this is like eight million years late rip #i'll probably add things onto this but! this is what we've got for now!#anyways hi hello im maggie and this is my baby #cant wait to start writing with yall!!#xoxo mwah

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ears-awake-eyes-opened · 4 years

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(Hayffie and Everlark 💕. Effie’s first post-revolution visit to District 12. Haymitch and Effie have an agreement to keep their relationship secret, but Katniss and Peeta are observant. This fic began as a set up to a *little piece of a scene* I wanted to write. But I became intrigued by what I imagine of the inner world of each of the characters, and the story became dear to me. Then the I-love-writing-Effie-all-soft-and-gorgeous-and-amazing factor came into play, and the story grew long — 9 mini chapters. So if you make it all the way through this, then wow. Thanks for caring about the characters to go the distance with me, and let me know if you have a guess about the *little piece of a scene* that inspired the full story.)

“Let’s keep this casual,” had been one of their agreements. “This is nobody’s business but ours,” had been another.

In the middle of the revolution, nobody noticed *them* anyway. No one paid attention when they’d ducked out in the middle of Finnick and Annie’s wedding reception, or when they’d eaten meals in the dining hall with their legs touching beneath the table. During their final days in 13, nobody thought anything of Haymitch returning to his quarters long after curfew nor wondered where he’d been.

The sex had been a welcomed distraction. Covertness and privacy effected an intimacy between them which was unexpected and surprisingly not terrifying.

When the revolution ended, secrecy became more complicated.

“Can you feed the geese this weekend?” Haymitch asked Peeta at least once a month, twice if he wanted to push it, which he usually did.

“Sure. Where are you going?” The question was getting harder to answer.

“Buying liquor. That white shit gets dull when there are other drinks in other places and no borders keeping me from them.” That standard response, though not untrue, was becoming less believable as the months passed and more people, supplies, and goods made their way to 12.

Eventually Peeta stopped asking Haymitch where he was going, though occasionally the boy mentioned having seen bourbon or some other whiskey at the reconstructed Hob. Among Peeta’s many qualities were his helpfulness and his unassuming capacity to mind his own business, even while observant.

Katniss, on the other hand, was resuming her former tendency to express opinions about whatever she observed. Haymitch never asked HER to feed the geese when he took the train to the Capitol.

He was attempting to mend a wire fence on the day Katniss approached him with an announcement. “We’ve invited Effie to visit this weekend.”

Haymitch narrowly missed hitting his thumb with the hammer. He covered his affectedness with sarcasm. “Sweetheart, it’s not wise to sneak up on me when I’m holding a weapon.”

“I can see how lethal you are to that fence. I don’t think the odds are in its favor.” Trauma had left Katniss with dark humor always ready on her tongue. She and Haymitch were similar in this regard. Their banter was biting, but their hearts had grown in mutual understanding, shared survival, and compassion for one another.

A goose approached Katniss, looking for a handout. “I’ve got nothing for you.”

“This fence will keep the odds in YOUR favor, otherwise you might lose a finger to these gals. They don’t like it when the neighbors show up without snacks.”

“Maybe that’s because you ask *the neighbors* to feed them so often.”

“Peeta doesn’t seem to mind, especially in exchange for eggs for those cakes he bakes.”

Katniss couldn’t argue with that. “He’s making one Saturday. Would you like to join us for supper?”

“Your guest will be there...” He sought confirmation without asking the question. He tried to sound light, as if he was talking about the walls or their sofas, not the person he’d been having sex with for months.

“She’ll be there.”

Haymitch tried to keep a straight face. Failing at that he returned his attention to the fence. “I do enjoy a moist cake.”

“I figured.” Katniss smirked. “...And bring a bottle, not a flask. As much as I care about Effie, her company is easier to enjoy with my brain slightly altered.”

I enjoy her more when I’m sober, he didn’t say. There’s no way in hell he’d admit that. But what’s a dinner party without liquor? It’s basically just walls and sofas. “A bottle,” he agreed.

“A FULL bottle — of something good.”

“So demanding,” he chuckled. It was comforting to see Katniss wanting to engage with life beyond Peeta and the woods.

“It’s a fair trade,” she said, “For the pleasure of the company.”

Since clearly she suspected too much, Haymitch changed the subject, “If you want to gab all afternoon, then how about you help me fix this fence.”

“You and your ‘weapon’ are on your own with that. I’ll see you Saturday.” The goose waddled after her, “And no freeloaders, or I’ll turn you into in a soup.”

“I don’t taste very good.” Haymitch joked.

“Certain people might disagree with that.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” He hollered after her. Damn, those kids were too sharp to keep secrets from anymore.

His thoughts turned to Effie, and he tried to focus on the fence enough to avoid murdering his thumb.

***

Effie was on edge about returning to 12. Her last trip there had been before the third Quarter Quell, well over a year ago — a lifetime. She’d thrown up on the train that Reaping Day, unable to keep down her rising terror and disgust. It took every ounce of false positivity she’d cultivated throughout her life to do her job that day and pull her victors names from those glass balls. Katniss and Peeta had offered her more than validation of her own existence. They’d shown her the raw beauty that could come from unscripted humanity. They’d lifted the corner of a veil she couldn’t pull back over her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. It was almost like marrying death.

She’d worn butterflies to that reaping. Monarchs. Such a regal name for a creature transformed from a grub in a prison of its own making. She remembered the fleeting moment of relief she felt in pulling Haymitch’s name — relief that the slip of paper didn’t say ‘Peeta.’

What about now? She wondered. How would she feel now to be the agent of fate and injustice who sentenced people’s loved ones to their deaths? There would be no glamor or honor in that. Looking back, there never had been. How would she feel now pulling Haymitch’s name? Acid bubbled up her throat, and she sipped it down with water. Terror and disgust lived within the memory, same as the feelings she’d vomited up the last time on her way to 12.

This thing with Haymitch wasn’t casual for her. She hadn’t meant to feel so much. She wouldn’t give a name to the feelings. That wasn’t part of the deal. This intensity hadn’t been one of their agreements. She was haunted by the memory of pulling his name and haunted by that fleeting moment of relief. In the haunting, her feelings for him kept growing. It was unveiled madness, and she walked the edge in high heeled shoes. She’d never known any other way to walk. She missed Katniss and Peeta fiercely, and they’d invited her to their home. So she’d face 12, without wearing a mask.

There would be no lavish makeup or wigs, no corset of armor, nothing resembling the veiled self who’d pulled names from the Reaping Ball. She wouldn’t face 12 that way. People’s memories deserved more from her than ostentatiousness. Nothing black of course; she wasn’t in mourning. She’d never really known the dead. Soft orange and green were the best choices, the children’s favorite colors. Most people couldn’t pull off a green and orange outfit without resembling an enormous tulip, but Effie wasn’t most people.

As she smoothed her dress, awareness dawned. She rubbed her fingertips together, feeling the fabric covering her hands. Soft cotton. Is that really what she wanted to touch today? The question came because the answer was ‘no.’ She wanted textures beyond herself, even things that may be uncomfortable to touch, like sorrow. She peeled off her gloves, folded them neatly, and slipped them into her bag. “So beautiful. For another day.”

***

Peeta had pushed Katniss a bit for Effie’s visit. His strongest memories of her were colorful and warm, in contrast with the memories of his mother. When Effie had hugged him goodbye last winter, she’d held on until he was ready to let go. Not many people in his life had ever offered him that opportunity to be the one to stop hugging first. That’s the truth he reminded Katniss about when she initially rejected the idea of inviting Effie for the weekend.

Katniss’ mother hadn’t had the capacity to give her those kinds of hugs in the years since her father’s death, but Prim had held on a thousand fold. The ache of her sister’s absence was sharp. She would prefer endless Tracker Jacker stings to the pain of grief. At least their venom would put her to sleep. Grief was a nightmare she still couldn’t sleep through or wake up from.

Peeta grieved his family too, and part of his grief was for the closeness he hadn’t experienced with them when they were alive. Katniss held him when she thought in those terms. She held him until he was ready to let go. It was a simple gift to offer a person.

Effie still had truths to learn beyond the Capitol propaganda which had shaped her, but long ago someone had taught her the value of holding on. The lesson came from either that person’s presence or their absence. Katniss didn’t know which it was or who had been the teacher. Effie hadn’t shared her personal stories. Katniss was curious about her and empathetic for Peeta, so she agreed it was time to invite Effie to visit.

“Let’s meet her at the station,” she suggested, “It’ll be better that way. Different. This isn’t the Victors’ Village anymore. It’s our home.”

Every visit Effie made previously to those houses had been under force. She was an agent of the Capitol then. She had to be there, and they had to invite her in. There was no choice or celebration, despite Effie’s excessive use of “wonderful” as an exclamation.

“She’ll like that. ...She cried for us before the Quarter Quell... Real or not real?”

“Real. She was proud. She wanted something better for us.”

Peeta reached for Katniss’ hand, threaded their fingers together, and held on. “Then let’s show her what we have.”

Peeta had lost memories, but he hadn’t lost his capacity to find words so perfect that even Caesar would be envious.

***

After the train arrived, Haymitch watched the kids’ doorstep through the window of the guest room upstairs. It was either that or from the yard. A few weeks had passed since he’d seen her, and he didn’t want to wait until supper. Katniss and Peeta had been the ones to invite Effie to 12, which is more than he had done. If he invited her, then that would be opening the can of worms they were trying to keep closed. Right? And if there was one thing Effie hated, it was worms crawling all over the place. Real or metaphorical. She preferred containment or at least control when something was uncontainable.

Watching from inside would delay dealing with the lid on the can. But if the kids already knew he spent those Saturdays with Effie, then what did it mattter? It was nobody’s business but his and hers, but if the kids already knew, then they just knew. And if so, he could go out in the yard and kiss her, then the geese could eat any spilled worms, and the jig would be up.

But even if the kids knew, then Effie didn’t know that they knew. And it would probably be better for her to hear it from them than from him because he had no interest in sitting through a dinner party with her pissed at him. Sex with her angry was great, but sitting on sofas in awkward conversation with her fuming at him for revealing their connection didn’t sound like a desirable evening.

So he watched through a rip in the sheet covering the window as the kids walked with her from the station. Effie’s arm was wrapped around Katniss, holding her loosely at the waist. Haymitch and Effie had talked before about burns and how the pain could linger a long time in new skin. Effie was gentle. He knew that better than anyone. Katniss held Effie’s waist too, so the kid must be feeling okay with the connection. Peeta and Effie chatted as he rolled her bag behind him. Haymitch might have thought to open the window to hear their conversation, but it was too late now. Besides, this was already more spying than he felt comfortable doing.

Mostly he just wanted to see her, and the bit of subterfuge was worth it. She was different. Her hair was soft, real, pulled back in some sort of twist. He’d never seen this dress before. The top was orange, but not bright like the fruit. It was like rainbow sherbet melted in a bowl: orange, pink, and white blended together. In the former days of the Capitol, melted ice cream would have gone to waste. But he would drink her up if he could. Her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, everything her clothes didn’t touch. A dark green band circled her waist, and below it the fabric changed as it hugged from her hips to her knees. The green was covered in tiny flowers, mostly the color of the melted sherbet and also pink, gold, purple, and yellow-green scattered here and there. The flowers laid on top of the dress rather than being part of the fabric itself. He didn’t have the right words to describe it. Just gorgeous. She could have anyone. Anyone would have her if they could. And for at least the hundredth time he wondered what this goddess was doing with a drunk like him.

She turned her head toward his porch and smiled before stepping inside the kids’ house. Before joining them for supper, he needed a shower. A cold one would be best.

***

Effie shivered on the short walk from the station. She was dressed for late summer, but fall was already in the air in 12. The air was changed, permeated by fragrances of the adjacent forest instead of the coal mines. Not enough people had returned for that industry to resume. Reconstruction was slow, and the nation was relying on other sources for fuel. Effie breathed in deeply, surprised by the scents of life. Human bones, charred and weathered a year, had lost the smell of rotting flesh. They smelled like nothing, which was a relief and a strange sadness. She knew thousands of corpses were there, but she didn’t look. She knew her limits. Bearing witness to such death would have been too much.

She was grateful for the children’s hugs and for the warmth of their home. The place had looked cold when she’d seen it last, almost not lived in. But now it was alive, with scuffs on the furniture and food in the oven. Katniss brewed tea from mint leaves she gathered in the woods, and Peeta brought a plate of cookies to the coffee table. Effie’s stomach was not settled enough yet to eat, but she felt welcomed there. The three of them sat on the sofas for conversation.

Katniss curled up her knees, and Peeta leaned toward her with unconscious familiarity. This was their life now — her victors. Tears pooled in Effie’s eyes, and she let one spill over without wiping it away.

“Effie?” Peeta worried.

“I’m so relieved. So relieved to see you both looking well.”

Wellness is a relative concept. When she’d last seen them several months ago, Peeta had little between his skin and his bones. Most of Katniss’ skin was burned, and she’d grown thin from protracted stress. They were healing now as best as they could and filling out into their adult selves.

“We feed each other.” Katniss was straightforward. “That helps.”

Peeta brushed her palm with his fingertips. Satiation is a relative concept too. There were many hungers, unfolding with time.

“This peace helps,” he said, “It makes it easier to quiet the voices inside.”

Katniss curled her fingers around his. This was still their way — protecting each other. Back and forth, exchanging breath.

Effie finally wiped away the tear. Peace was something she felt far from in her inner life. “It’s quiet here, aside from the construction equipment down the road... and the geese next door.”

“The geese are decent neighbors.” Peeta had developed a fondness for them. “They only get riled up around feeding time.”

Katniss looked to her bow and quiver of arrows by the door. “If Haymitch had decided to raise chickens, I can assure you the roosters wouldn’t have lasted long.”

Effie snickered. “Haymitch probably would have had to buy back his dead roosters at the Hob.”

“Exactly.”

“His mother raised geese,” Effie added, “So the choice makes sense. There are different ways to find peace. He only talks about his family when he’s been drinking. It’s probably easier that way. They were close. 26 years is a long time, but some wounds are too deep for time to heal.”

Katniss and Peeta glanced at each other. Effie’s words were telling — full of intimacy and introspection.

“Oh, my darlings. I’m sorry. Here I am going on about grief when the two of you already understand better than I ever will.”

“There’s no need to apologize...” Peeta began.

“...Snow taught us all grief.” Katniss finished the thought.

Effie sighed. “I’m so proud of you both. I recognize I have no right to be, but still I am.”

“You’ve always been supportive of us. Anyone can see that. Without you and Haymitch securing sponsors, we wouldn’t have even survived the Games.”

“Dear boy, you are too kind.”

“He’s honest.” Katniss agreed simply.

The tea had cooled enough to drink, and Effie sipped hers, tasting a bit of their life here. The flavor was good.

***

Haymitch hadn’t asked when supper would be ready. That gave him the flexibility to show up whenever he wanted. He figured they’d spend at least an hour saying things he already knew about all of them. Waiting an hour should be good.

Unfortunately an hour gave him too much time to think about things he didn’t like to think about... What clothes to wear to look good, but not so good that it was obvious he’d thought about what clothes to wear to look good... Which liquor was tasty enough to share but not so tasty that he didn’t want to share it... What time the clock read.

He kicked himself for watching the clock, then he watched the clock again, then kicked himself again, and so on. All the while, he didn’t drink because he wanted to show up sober, and hold her waist sober, and kiss her sober when the kids were distracted. Then he wanted to drink with her and watch her cheeks turn pink and wait for her to touch him in some inconspicuous way that he would feel but nobody else would see.

It was a long hour.

***

“I invited Haymitch to supper,” Katniss said in response to the knock at the door.

“Wonderful!” Effie replied in a rehearsed way that masked however she actually felt about it.

As Peeta shifted to stand, she interrupted. “I’ll get it. I’ve been sitting all day.”

The kids watched her straighten her dress and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before opening the door.

Haymitch greeted her at the doorstep with a basket in one hand, a bottle of liquor in the other, and a smile big enough to show the gap between his teeth, which she was eager to caress with her tongue.

“It’s good to see you, sweetheart.” he leaned in, kissed the soft patch below her ear, and whispered, “You look incredible.”

She pressed her hand to the tender spot below his sternum. Her touch was reflexive. Their knowing each other’s bodies was difficult to conceal. “I’m glad to see you too.” She loved this particular shirt, grey and form-fitting. She wanted to touch more than his stomach, but she’d already lingered too long, so she pulled away reluctantly. “Come in! Come in before the flies do!”

Haymitch moved toward the sofa before the kids had a chance to get up. “Presents...” He handed Peeta the basket of eggs, and Katniss got the brandy. He lowered his voice, “A full bottle... as requested.”

“Thanks, Haymitch.” and “Perfect.”

“Katniss, I’ll put these away,” Peeta suggested, “And let’s get some glasses.”

Katniss was more interested in what was going on between Haymitch and Effie.

“Hey.” Peeta cocked his head in the direction of the kitchen.

She acquiesced. “Make yourselves comfortable. We’ll be back.”

The moment the kids left the room, Haymitch wrapped his arms around Effie’s waist and kissed her without hesitation or slowness. She responded in kind with her tongue sliding along his teeth, then tasting more deeply. Her hands played over his chest to the hollow between his collarbones where she stroked just once, gently, so gently.

“Jesus, Effie,” he murmured, “You feel...”

No word was enough, so he kissed from her neck along her jaw. Her skin was smooth with so little makeup. He drank her in like melted rainbow sherbet.

“Haymitch...” She was almost too breathless to protest. “We should stop. The children are just in the kitchen.”

“They said to make ourselves comfortable.” He pulled her hips close.

“‘Make yourselves comfortable’ does not translate to ‘Fuck in our living room.’” Her whisper flooded him with desire for exactly that.

“It does in my house.”

“Then how about if I slip over there later for that translation.” She kissed him once more then ran her thumb across his lips to wipe away remnants of her lipstick.

“I’d love to *translate* the fuck out of you, honey.” He adjusted the neckline of her dress which had slipped sideways and was showing a sliver of her bra. “No corset today.”

She shook her head ‘no.’

“Thank god.”

He pulled her to the sofa and sat beside her, close but not too close. “Respectable?”

“We’ll see.” Beneath the coffee table she rested the toe of her stiletto against his boot. They fit together in a way that she could feel so strongly but didn’t yet understand.

***

“Are they done making out in there, or should I drink this brandy in the kitchen?”

“Shhh.” Peeta listened. “Give them a few minutes. What if we hadn’t seen each other in three weeks? Imagine how we’d be feeling.”

“Point taken.” Katniss was still barely able to let Peeta out of her sight. His presence was one of the things keeping her sane. “But this is ridiculous. Why don’t we just tell them that we know?”

“Maybe they don’t want to know that we know. We should let them tell us when they’re ready.”

“Shhh,” she said this time. “I think I hear them talking about Effie’s work.”

“Then lets bring in the drinks.”

“Quickly before they change topics and have sex on our couch.”

“Katniss, they wouldn’t...”

She rolled her eyes.

“Okay. They would. Let’s go.”

***

“...And Paylor’s on board?”

“The president is supportive.” Effie affirmed, “She’ll bring the proposal before Congress when they’re in session.”

“On board with what?” Katniss asked as she opened the bottle of brandy, and Peeta set the glasses on the coffee table.

“If all goes as planned there will be sites in each district designated as national memorials and a memorial museum in the Capitol.”

“Congress isn’t even in session. How did you secure an advocate?” Haymitch asked.

“Several Senators and Representatives are interested. Cressida and Pollux contributed footage of destruction in the districts and filmed the proposal. Since she refused payment, I made a donation to the film she’s producing. The Trinkets don’t have deep pockets, but we have enough. And considering everything Cressida has done for us. For all of us...” Effie’s eyes held tears like old glass — solid fluidity.

“Would you like a drink, sweetheart?”

“I still have my tea.”

Haymitch poured brandy for Katniss and himself. “Peeta?”

“Not yet, thanks.”

Haymitch took a cookie from the plate, dunked it in the brandy, and ate it in two bites.

“And of course they wouldn’t give the proposal coming from me a skerrick of attention if it weren’t for you...” She looked at Katniss and Peeta. ...My victors, she didn’t say the words, but they spilled onto her cheeks.

Haymitch slid his hand between the sofa and her back, drawing circles at the base of her spine, offering her this small comfort and pleasure.

“This work will mean so much to the country, Effie.” Peeta assured her.

“It’s wonderful that you’re involved with this. I had no idea...” Katniss glared then at Haymitch, “You tell me nothing. Still!”

“I told you if you want to gab, then help me fix my fence.”

“That’s extortion.” She grinned.

Effie reached for Haymitch’s glass and took a sip. She did it absentmindedly, as if sharing a glass was a common occurrence.

The kids noticed.

The next time Haymitch picked up the glass, he turned it and drank from the spot where Effie’s lipstick had left a mark. It was an act of unmistakable intimacy, almost communion.

Katniss bit her tongue. Whatever was going on between those two was serious. It occurred to her that maybe they weren’t talking about it because maybe they didn’t know yet what it was.

Her own awareness of love wasn’t unfolding all at once. It was like a primrose opening to the sun, each petal, bit by bit. So why expect someone else’s awareness to be any way other than that?

The brandy was delicious. Katniss drank in contentment rather than to dull an annoyance. Right now, there was no annoyance. Her family was here. Even the ones who weren’t here she felt as more than persistent echoes. She felt them in the flowers appliquéd on Effie’s dress.

“Primroses.” Katniss realized. “Are you wearing them for us?”

“Yes, my dear.”

Haymitch’s hand stilled on Effie’s back. She was remarkable. He had no idea how they were going to keep this casual, when it was already so much more. He had no idea how they were going to keep this private when their feelings were so close to the surface and already running so deep.

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blindingechoes · 5 years

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Making potions and then trying them out on yourself doesn’t sound like the best idea, but Effy does what she likes. Kinda how she’ll change her outfit about three times a day and decided to build a greenhouse in an attempt to start a garden in the dead of winter.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 rom #Effy Keller #random gameplay #queue

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uncloseted · 3 months

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What is your closet like? (your style I mean) Is it vintage or y2k, Effy styled? I'm curious haha

I post my outfits on Instastories sometimes (@effys_uncloseted if you're interested), but honestly I feel like I've been in kind of a style rut lately. I've been trying to use the "three style words" method to get out of it and I think I've landed on architectural/tailored, edgy, and effortless as my style goals. I'm a Kibbe Dramatic Classic, Truth is Beauty "Elegant Punk Rocker"/"Spunky Art Critic", and a dark winter in terms of color season, so I feel like those three adjectives kind of fit my whole vibe. But I'm just not really feeling inspired by anything I see or anything in my closet lately.

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, niceworksherlock!

Today, we wish Happy Birthday to @niceworksherlock! We hope you had a wonderful day, and celebrated in style! To keep your party going a little while longer, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

FOR: @niceworksherlock

PROMPT: I would love something sweet, no angst, maybe a bit of arranged marriage?

A/N: Happy birthday, Niceworksherlock! I hope you have a wonderful day. I hope I did the prompt justice, I took your prompt and added a little bit of one my favorite movie a White Christmas...hope you can spot the scene. Special thanks to my beta @booksrockmyface

Rated: G

Special Delivery

Katniss stood on the platform of the train station waiving to Annie. Taking a deep breath, she was next to leave. Miss Effie classified her as Special Delivery. Katniss was to travel first class all the way to Ohio.

She was glad to be leaving the complicated city life for a chance to start over as a mail order bride. It didn't feel real. Less than a year ago she and her family had migrated to the United States from a tiny province in Europe that was no more.

She'd experienced so much death and violence. They left their country of Panem because of civil war. They arrived New York and, almost immediately, her father became ill and died. Soon afterwards, her sister and mother succumbed.

Penniless, she ended up working in a factory ten hours a day, six days a week. Those first few weeks by herself were the hardest. She lived on the streets until she met Annie at the factory. Together they scrimped all of their money to pay for a room. It was Annie who first saw the ad in the papers for Miss Effie's School For Refinement of Young Ladies. The ad promised at the end of the course young women would be matched in marriage with an eligible well-to-do husband. At first Katniss wanted no part of it, but Annie begged and pleaded. On a bright Sunday morning, their day off, they schlepped all the way from the slums of Brooklyn to Hamilton Heights, in Manhattan. 221B Baker Street was an ornate elegant brownstone townhouse. Katniss wore her best dress and so did Annie.

Miss Effie was the most unique woman Katniss had ever met. She dressed in the Regency style but her dresses were bright, loud concoctions; her hats were filled with birds, nests, twigs, and leaves to reflect the season. Miss Effie spoke English like no one else and she was a great stickler for manners. But she did provide Katniss and Annie a great education. Katniss learned how to read, write and do numbers. Miss Effie prepared them for marriage and everything in between, from how to cook outside to how to cook in the most expensive kitchens using the most expensive ingredients to the simplest. Three months later they graduated, Miss Effie had kept her bargain. Annie was betrothed to a gentleman from the Bayou region. Katniss was going to Ohio. She watched the train leave with an Annie on it, before turning to find her own train.

Miss Effie gifted each one of her students a trunk full of clothing. Katniss only had two garments: her day-to-day garment that she wore to work in and her best outfit she wore to Miss Effie’s school. Her garments were simple and well-worn since she had sold everything after her family's death to settle accounts and to provide them with proper burials. Miss Effie's gift was generous, it included a corset, two pairs of knit stockings and a pair of silk stocking, garters, green ribbon, two shifts, four petticoats, four aprons, three gowns, and a proper bonnet. She'd never had dresses before or one of the new corsets, she'd only had worn stays.

Katniss presented her ticket and was dashed away to a private compartment. Katniss had never seen such opulence. This was going to be her home for the next few days until she had to change trains again.

Sitting down, she took out the letter from her reticule. She hoped her husband was kind as the letter promised he would be.

His name was Peeta Mellark and Katniss hoped they would be compatible. She clutched the letter in her hand. She was married by proxy Peeta’s older brother, Degory, stood in Peeta’s stead since Peeta lived in a remote region of Ohio. Degory described his brother as average height and stocky. He said Peeta had the trademark blonde wavy hair and blue eyes of their family. He gave her a picture and he was in her eyes handsome. Katniss clutched the picture. Hope bloomed in her heart. She wanted peace and the West offered it. She couldn't wait to meet her new husband in less than a fortnight's time.

Two Weeks Later:

“You what?” Peeta exclaimed. His partner Haymitch Abernathy didn't flinch at his outburst. The man calmly slid his hand into his pockets.

“We got you a bride and she'll be here on the next stagecoach. She's travelled all the way from New York...special delivery,” Haymitch reiterated. He sat back in his chair as if waiting for Peeta to explode.

Peeta shook his head, dumbfounded, “I'm sorry, you what?”

“Now don't be acting dumb boy you know perfectly well what I said,” Haymitch said, scraping back his chair. He unfolded from the chair slowly.

Peeta couldn't believe what he had just heard. It was too early in the day for this. He hadn't even had his tea. “When you mean we, who is we?”

“Degory and I.”

Peeta should have known that his meddling eldest brother would be involved somehow. If his brother was involved that meant his mother was involved as well. Looking at Haymitch dead straight in the eyes he said, “No.”

“I knew you would say something like that so here…” Haymitch slid the marriage license onto the table.

He was angry and his hands shook as he picked up the the paper. Her name was written on it, but he was so upset he couldn't read straight. “This is the most boneheaded...how could you have done this Haymitch? With my brother!” Peeta yelled. He wasn't one for yelling or screaming. Normally he had a temperate personality, but when he got mad he tended to lose it and, if necessary, he was known for throwing a few things.

“Son your brother and I did the best thing for you. A man out here shouldn't be alone.”

Peeta wasn't dead set against getting married. He hoped one day to be able to meet a girl, fall in love and eventually propose. What his brother and Haymitch did bothered him greatly, he had no say in the matter. He was married to a virtual stranger, a girl he knew nothing about.

“I know you you're mad, madder than a cat on bath day. But listen to me, you've been working like a dog ever since you left home. For the past four years you've done nothing but work, work, work, work. If Sunday wasn't a religious day I suppose you be working on a Sunday too. You're going to burn yourself out. You need a woman, someone who can work with you, someone who can help ease the burden, a partner.”

Everything Haymitch said was true. If Peeta had a partner, someone he had chosen, they could share the workload. It wasn't easy being in the middle of nowhere with just Haymitch to look at across the dinner table. The only company Haymitch kept, besides Peeta, was those damned geese. They had one neighbor and it was a good half-Aday's ride. Town was another half-a-day's ride, if he rode his team at a brisk speed. Peeta didn't show the other man had a point. He grimaced, stood of akimbo, letting his muscles bulge to show he was upset.

“Listen, boy, your brother met the girl. He said she was hard-working, smart, quiet, quick, just the type of girls needed out here.”

“If she's so great, why don't you take her?”

Haymitch looked like he was ready to slap him upside his head. “I'm an old man, ’sides she's already got a husband.”

“Well, you can buy her ticket back and get rid of her. I ain’t going with you.”

Haymitch only shook his head at Peeta, and Peeta felt a twinge of guilt for being so rough with Haymitch. The man had uprooted himself from his cozy life back in Philadelphia to come out here with him. It had been a rough four years, but the farm was starting to make a profit.

“I'm going to go outside to hitch the horses so that we can go meet your bride in town.”

Peeta took his hat and threw it on the table as he ran his hand through his blond hair. He left his mother's side because he could no longer take the abuse. Coming out to Ohio was a grand gamble for him. A day didn't pass by when he wanted to bury his hands in some dough and do something familiar. He was a baker at heart but he needed to do this to show that he was not under his mother's control. Getting this “bride,” undermined all the work he had done for the past several years.

He placed his hands on his hips and looked around at the cabin that he had painstakingly built. He built this house with a family in mind. It had two bedrooms and a loft where children could sleep comfortably. There was an expansive living area with a large fireplace, a pot belly stove, a sink with a pump from a well he made, and a pantry. He even had cold storage space built underneath the house so that they could store food in the winter.

This was his dream, to have a family of his own. His children would be loved and cherished. He wanted to share all of this with the woman he loved, the woman he chose.

He felt cheated. But even in the midst of his dilemma his mind went to the girl who was traveling all the way from New York to the wilds of Ohio. A girl who had hopes and dreams just as he did when he had hopped on the wagon trail from Philadelphia.

“Confound it, Haymitch,” Peeta said under his breath. He took the pitcher of water and rinsed his face and washed his hands, then put his hat back on. He didn't know what he was going to do with this girl under foot. There had to be a way to get rid of her, he just had to find it.

Haymitch had a darned grin when Peeta walked outside.

“Not a word, Haymitch,” Peeta warned as he hopped onto the wagon. He wanted no sass from Haymitch.

They were halfway to town when Peeta found his voice again. “How do you know if she's even a quality girl?”

“Well you know Gale Hawthorne?”

Peeta thought about his ornery neighbor to the east of him. The only time Gale smiled was when his wife Delly was around. They were the oddest couple. He was quiet and brooding and she was always smiling and talking. Delly was a sweet woman and fiercely devoted to Gale.

“Yeah.”

“Well his wife Delly came from the same agency as your bride. I had no idea Delly was a mail order bride. Miss Effie trains young women to be good wives.”

Peeta had heard of Miss Effie's School For Refinement of Young Ladies from Delly. He had no idea the woman was a matchmaker. He reasoned his bride had to be a good woman, Delly was a testament. Though even with all his reasoning, the fact was he didn't want to be married to this poor girl who was coming here. And maybe, just maybe, he could get his marriage annulled. It wasn't a church marriage after all.

“How did you ever come up with the scheme in the first place?” Peeta asked. To say he was curious was an understatement. The only thing Haymitch knew besides geese and horses was the bottom of his whisky flask.

“I was at the Hawthorns' one day complaining about how I didn't get a break from you and Delly said you needed to get married and have a family.”

Peeta raised an eyebrow the muscle in his chin twitched, he was frustrated.

“What Delly said got me thinking. If you got married and had a couple of youngins, say five. If you spent six minutes with each kid a day that would give me thirty minutes a day to myself. We work from sunup to sundown. You have me so busy I can't even think for myself and thirty minutes sounded like a holiday.”

Peeta had no idea Haymitch felt this way. He squirmed in his seat. There were times in the summer they worked well past nine at night. Haymitch was older than Peeta and Peeta supposed Haymitch needed time to rest.

“So I got the agency's name from Delly and wrote to Miss Effie on your behalf. When she arranged the marriage, I wrote to Degory to help me. Degory promised he would not involve your mother. He wanted to make sure the girl was good enough, so he paid a visit to Miss Effie. Upon meeting her, your brother was convinced. He arranged to marry her by proxy.”

“How did you get my signature?” Peeta hoped they forged his signature or the paperwork. This would give him his out.

Haymitch cleared his throat, “Remember a while back you signed some papers.”

“You said those are for the purchase of some livestock?” Peeta nearly stopped the wagon.

“I snuck the contract in there.”

The situation really was quite funny if you look at it from an objective point of view. He would have laughed if this happened to someone else.

“Trust me, Peeta, you're going to love her.”

Peeta didn't think so.

They arrived in town and parked the wagon by the general store. The stagecoach had just pulled into town.

Haymitch jumped off the wagon Peeta didn't follow. “You coming, boy?”

Peeta shook his head. No. There was no way he was going to go see a girl he wasn't even interested in meeting. He pulled his hat over his head and leaned back in the bench to take a nap.

It wasn't a big town, so noise traveled even on a busy day like today. Peeta heard Haymitch coming toward him. Sighing deeply, Peeta sat up ready to crush the poor girls dreams.

“Peeta, this is Katniss Everdeen, I mean Mellark.” Haymitch introduced.

When Peeta saw her all the arguments he had mounted in his mind disappeared. She was as lovely as the sunset on a clear crisp evening. Her eyes were the color of lit embers of charcoal, they possessed a fire that stole his breath away. His heart thumped in his chest loudly and he became deaf and dumb from her beauty.

Katniss offered him a shy smile.

Peeta was a goner. He offered her his best smile as he jumped down from the wagon. He fumbled with taking off his hat. He was wrong and he would eat every single one of his words. He had found the girl he would share his life and home with and she'd come special delivery.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #everlarkbirthdaygifts #fan fic #by mega-aulover

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