#hayffie baby

[effieotto]

Haymitch was reaped twice on his birthday 🤠

[arthdoesart]

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

Everlark Valentine piece that got delayed because of (life)

[nightingale2004]

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

Willow Primrose Everdeen

Faceclaim: Cailey Fleming

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

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

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

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

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

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

She loves the outdoors and the rain

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

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

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

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

Knows how to make a bow and arrows from scratch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Willow loves the memory book and would look at it sometimes

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

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

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

Willow has a green thumb and loves gardening

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

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

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

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

Knows how to play guitar

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

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

Her favorite color is orange like the colors of autumn

🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹

River Cinna Everdeen

Faceclaim: Julian Hilliard

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

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

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

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

River is mostly attached to his mother and older sister

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

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

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

Would always find ways to make his family smile

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

Knows basic medical skills and helps his dad at the bakery

He also helps Effie at her shop with clothes

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

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

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

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

He loves animals

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

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

His favorite color is yellow, like the sun

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

Both Katniss and her mother see Prim in River

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

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

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

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

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

Loves dancing

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

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

Loves it when his whole family is together

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

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

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

[fangirlerastour]

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

[mossyfernhugger]

Tell us everything you feel about Hayffie 🤭

Oh god where do I start.

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

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

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

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

[maryonaccross]

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

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

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

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

[mirixmoya]

I know you’ve said you’re fine with Hayffie headcanons being proven false with sunrise on the reaping, but will you still ship them do you think? Sorry, I’m really new to thg fandom and I absolutely love Hayffie, I have a tendency to get anxious about my ships, love your writing, etc XD. I’m just hoping that they don’t have an epilogue section that says something like ‘and haymitch spent the rest of his life by himself in twelve with the kids’ thereby making it impossible for Effie to live there with him canonically, tho I suppose they could still date long distance. ANYWAY sorry for the anxiety ramble! I absolutely adore your fics, thank you for sharing them! You’re an incredible writer!

omg friend u do NOT have to worry, i will continue to ship hayffie and write hayffie for as long as i physically can. they are like my oldest hyperfixation and they're not going anywhere in my mind.

that being said, i've seen a lot of hayffie people expressing anxiety about haymitch&HisGirl and haymitch&maysilee entering the general public mindset and i simply... do not agree. if anything, i think maysilee and haymitch will have a distinctly platonic bond and if some people interpret that as romantic, that's fine! that's fandom baby! and i've always been an advocate for haymitch well and truly loving His Girl. part of what makes hayffie interesting for me is the later-in-life-second-love part of it. i don't think haymitch having genuine earnest feelings for His Girl in SOTR will take away from hayffie in any way, shape, or form. and, honestly, i think the idea that haymitch can't fall in love with two seperate women over the course of like 40 years is kinda ridiculous. if anything, i think us seeing haymitch canonically engaging with his romantic feelings has the potential to make hayffie even more delicious!!!

as for a possible epilogue, i am also not that worried tbh. whatever happens happens. i'm still going to keep writing hayffie in the same way. i'll just have to start adding the "canon divergence" tag to all my post-war fics lol.

thank u so much for ur kind words friend!! i know there's been a lot of worry in hayffie circles lately, but i really truly think we'll be fine y'all. hopefully that makes u feel a little less anxious :)

[moowithmidnight]

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

We got:

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

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

[thedelicatearcher]

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

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

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

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

Finnick and Johanna win every carnival game

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

And Katniss also only goes on kids rides 😭😭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whitetail-doe-femme]

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

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

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

[clockworktributes]

Hayffie fanfictions

In honor of the first glimpse of the new Hunger Games book "Sunrise on the Reaping" we got today (it's 1st person from Haymitchs pov! Can you believe it guys???), I'd like to share my two fanfics I wrote for the Hayffie fandom. Maybe someone likes to read them! :)

First we have An Era Awakens (prequel to my fanfiction "Figure It Out" (no knowledge necessary)):

"Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on. Never let them see the destruction." Fourteen years after his victory, Haymitch has become a young alcoholic. The 64th Hunger Games are approaching, and District 12 unexpectedly gets a new escort: Effie Trinket. Gullible, enthusiastic, and conceited, she is the Capitol's perfect puppet. But is she really? The more time Haymitch spends in her presence, the more his firmly held view of the Capitol and its residents suddenly begins to falter. Because one thing is certain: Effie Trinket has big plans for District 12, and a pessimistic victor will not stop her from achieving them.

Then there's my true baby Figure It Out:

Effie Trinket, just another Capitol puppet. The Quarter Quell begins and it suddenly shows that Effie isn't as obsessed with the Capitol as it seemed. The revolution gets going and Effie, who came closer to Haymitch than she would have ever expected, has to figure out where her loyalties lie. And her time is running out.

They are also available on fanfiction.net and if your German on fanfiktion.de

[effieotto]

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 51

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

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

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

Chapter 51, In the warm glow of candles

How she adored Haymitch’s music. Even through a screen. Her very own window to District 12.

Hearing him, watching him, play the piano was like getting a glimpse of a part of his soul that people rarely got to see.

A special, precious side of him that he reserved only for his children. And her. At least for as long as the twins needed her for everything.

The soft nursery carpet muted Effie’s steps as she walked back and forth, back and forth. Gently rocking Amy in her arms.

Ian already slept over in his crib. But like most nights – his sister needed a little more time to fall into a slumber that lasted. But her head rested heavily on Effie’s shoulder. Warm breath slow and steady against her neck.

Snuggled close, was her stuffed plush goose of course. White with a chubby orange beak. A gift from Hazelle. One she made while the twins were still in their mother’s belly.

It was only recently that Amy got to have it at bedtime, given that she was still just one and a half. But ever since it was safe to put it in her crib – the girl could not sleep without it.

Hazelle made one for Ian too of course, but he couldn’t part from his baby blanket. The one Haymitch brought along during his first visit here. First visit post-birthday, when this new arrangement was made.

Of all the nights of the week, Effie loved “Haymitch’s nights” the most. Not only because the children fell asleep much faster and easier when dada was around, via the screen at the very least, talking to them and playing the piano.

It made her feel less alone. Alone with the responsibility.

Like her, Haymitch too had lit candles, over at the nursery in his house. Only a couple of them. Not so that he would see the ivories. Haymitch could play blind-folded. Classics. Mountain airs. Freehand. Anything you liked.

No, the candles were for the children. So that they may see him. His presence always soothed them. His presence and his music.

Seated on the piano stool now, back turned, he was half-way through one of their favorites. One of hers too if she was being honest.

No alcohol present. Not even a glass of scotch mounted on the top board. Haymitch had kept his promise.

So far, a voice said at the back of her mind, but Effie pushed the thought aside. Pushed it down and focused on nothing but his music. His music and the feel of his child in her arms.

All the way downtown, the Capitol had changed into their nightlife attire but the distant, thick beat of music was all drowned out by the district lullabies.

Effie dropped a kiss to her daughter’s temple.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” she whispered. “Shall we try? Let’s try.”

Gentle as ever, she placed the child in the middle of the crib. Amy’s face crinkled up for a second but once her mother adjusted the goose next to her, her forehead smoothed out. She nuzzled into her stuffie and settled in.

Effie gave the girl a soft caress. Turned for the boy next, making sure nothing was amiss.

“Goodnight, my loves”, she whispered. “Sleep tight. See you in the morning light.”

Outside, soft fluffy snowflakes floated down a dark sky. With no wind they were like specks in the ocean. Illuminated by bowls of light coming from the frosty streetlamps, lining Effie’s neighborhood.

She lingered. Gazed out the garden, the pond, the snowmen. Haymitch’s snow lantern burned low but steady. Still going strong.

Barely conscious of it, Effie tapped her fingertips quietly against the windowsill, in time with the comforting music.

It wasn’t until the last note had swelled into silence, that she finally turned for the screen again. Unable to escape that all too familiar sense of loss in her heart that always consumed her when it was time to part from a “good day”.

Those sweet, rare days when Haymitch was functioning. Focused on the twins, instead of turning his gaze inward. Toward those dark spaces he so easily got lost in.

Haymitch turned silently in his chair. Gave his fingers a gentle stretch.

“They’re asleep”, said Effie, under her breath.

“Good. Let’s hope you get some too. If not, just call me alright?”

Effie nodded.

“Yes.”

Her eyes gazed between the two cribs.

“One of these days they’re going to be too big”, she murmured, a drop of sorrow painting every word. “I need to buy them some toddler beds soon. Maybe”, her gaze fluttered back to him, “if you’re in town you can come along? I’d value your opinion.”

”Doubt it”, said Haymitch. He ran his fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. “But I’ll be there, sweetheart.”

She expected a “goodnight” next, or even “see ya” but his eyes remained trained on her face. Head tilted, he asked,

“Did you do something different? You look different.”

“Oh.” Effie’s hand went to her hair, fingertips grazing one of the butterflies. She smiled. “Octavia styled it for me. When we had tea earlier. What? You hate it?”

“Meh …” Haymitch gave a light shrug. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve looked worse.”

“Wow”, said Effie, amused. “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

“Just don’t tell the prep I said it, or they’ll come for me next.”

Effie’s eyes glittered.

“Would that be so bad?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Their voices were hardly above a whisper, but Ian’s crib creaked when he moved sleepily, followed by a soft whimper.

“Best call it a night, sweetheart.”

“Yes … I suppose so.” Effie paused. “Although, I can’t say I’m all that tired just yet.” And oddly enough she wasn’t. “I could call you up on the regular phone. If, if that’s something you’d want?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I mean, it takes me about an hour to fall asleep anyway. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

xXx

“So … before anything else, I have a confession to make.”

Sprawled out against the fluffy pillows of her bed, Effie brushed some lint off the hem of her nightgown.

With her hair combed out, Octavia’s treasure of pins and butterfly clips had found a temporary home on her nightstand. The gems glimmered in the light of the lone candle, next to the baby monitor.

“K”, Haymitch replied in her ear. “Don’t like the sound of that.”

“It’s about the prep team”, she said. “We were talking about music and … please don’t be mad but I kind of told them you’re a wonderful piano player. It sort of just slipped out. We never really talk about you, at least I don’t, but sometimes I get a little carried away, bragging about you.”

“’Brag’?” She could practically hear him roll his eyes. “What’s to brag about, sweetheart?”

Effie tsked, like he’d personally offended her.

That ridiculous man!

Worst part, it wasn’t just a fishing for compliments. That she could wrap her head around and even indulge a little.

But he actually meant it. Every word.

“You’re right”, she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What good have you ever done? For me? For our children? For the world at large?”

“Yeah, well”, Haymitch said, unbothered. “As far as the piano’s concerned, as long as I don’t have to play for an audience larger than you and the twins, they can gossip all they like …”

“You’re not angry?”

“Nah. Cat was bound to get outta the bag sooner or later. If not now, then surely once the kids start talkin’ for real. So relax, sweetheart. Don’t lose sleep over it.”

Warmth flooded her chest at the sound of those words. That simple phrase. Her heart. Her face.

Oh, that sweet man.

“What?” Haymitch asked when she wouldn’t speak.

“Nothing. It’s just … I love the sound of your voice like this. All relaxed. Sober. It’s so you. It’s like …”

“Yeah, yeah, I know”, Haymitch said. “‘A voice that could impregnate a woman’.”

Effie chuckled.

“Did I say that?”

“Many times.”

“Oh.” With a steady hold on the cordless phone, she tried to keep a straight face. Bit her lip against the further giggles that wanted out. “Well”, she smiled, “that’s not too far from the truth now, is it? I mean, you snared me with those vowels.”

“Haha.”

“I know I may be bias in these matters, but your voice is quite the aphrodisiac, like it or not. The dream choice for a dirty book narrator! Any woman would perk up at the sound of you in their ear.”

“I most seriously beg to differ, sweetheart. Speaking from personal experience starring a certain young brat and a white-wired earpiece, I can attest that isn’t true.”

“Oh! God!” Effie winced once she realized what he meant. “I’m not talking about girls like Katniss! Gross! I said women. Mature women who aren’t like a daughter to you!”

“I think I know what this is really about, princess. No need to beat around the bush with me. If you are so thirsty for some self-help audio to get things a-going, I will do that for you. No judgement. Weirdo.”

Effie chuckled.

“How very generous of you. Oh, that reminds me!” she added. “The prep team!”

“Don’t tell me they want some too …”

“No, no. But in case any of them asks: you suffer from the winter blues, south of the equator.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry.” Another giggle. “I had to come up with something. But I’m doing you a favor, really. They wanted to hook you up with some woman they know.”

“Oh?”

“Silly, right?” Smiling, she gave her slender body a big cat stretch.

“Yeah”, he said. “… silly …”

“Because you are not interested in hooking up with someone new”, she went on. “The very thought.”

“Hm …”

“That’s not you. Right?”

Silence.

“Um, hello?” Effie’s smile slowly shrunk. “You still there?”

“Sorry.”

“Why so quiet, all of a sudden? Now that we agree for once?”

Silence.

“Hello??” she exclaimed. “Say something! Are you telling me you are interested? In dating someone new, I mean? You’re not, are you? You don’t date.”

“No …” Haymitch paused. “I mean … not usually but … couldn’t hurt to see what’s out there, I guess. They can’t all be like Mrs. Bitch or Gloria, right? Why not give it a shot? See what happens. If I miss the moon, at least I’ll land among the stars.”

Now, Effie Trinket had never been pushed into a freezing mid-winter lake, but if it ever were to happen, she reckoned it would feel something like this.

Sitting up in bed, her lips trembled. She willed her voice to be steady – indifferent – when she said,

“That’s certainly … new information. I for one have never heard you speak of this before. Like … ever.”

“Yeah, well, a man can have a change of heart, can’t he? I’m actually glad you brought it up, cause I’ve been thinkin’ about it. Not all day, every day but … I’m still a pretty decent-lookin’ guy, and I’m in the Capitol all the time anyway so if Flavius knows some nice, non-neurotic girl who’s looking for a little something-something, then … yeah! Sounds pretty good. None too old though. Be a pal, Eff, make sure? 25, 26. 30 tops! Don’t wanna waste time on someone already halfway through their golden years.”

“I see!” Effie spat. Voice sharp. Tears had pooled in her eyes all throughout Haymitch’s speech. Tears of rage that only fueled her response. “Then why don’t I just give Flavius your number then?! I know he’ll be thrilled to shoulder the role of matchmaker. How splendid! How marvelous! Next time you visit you don’t even have to stay under the same roof as decrepit old me anymore! Now you can sleep over at your girlfriend’s house! What a neat little bonus for you!”

“Eff, I was just …”

“Don’t you ‘Eff’ me!” A tear rolled down her cheek and Effie wiped it away with a furious hand. “And don’t bother inviting me to your wedding either!” she yelled and her voice cracked at the end. “Goodbye!”

And she jammed the red “end call” button. Turned her back to the phone, violently.

Lying on her side, breaths short and hot, another treacherous tear rolled down her nose and she punched the mattress with her fist. Hated him for making her resort to such savage, childlike behavior.

Not five seconds later, the phone rang up. Buzzed against her mahogany nightstand, in the most annoying way possible.

Effie ignored it. But the phone just rang and rang. Traveled with the vibrations, heading for the edge of the nightstand. She knew, without looking.

Finally, she could not take it anymore.

“What?” she cussed into the mouthpiece. “What do you want, Haymitch? It’s late!”

“Oh m’god …”, sighed Haymitch on the other end. “You’re seriously no fun, are ya sweetheart? I cannot believe that after all these years, you’re still this easily fooled. What a drama queen.”

Effie huffed through her nose.

“I’ve had quite enough insults for one night, thank you very much. As you’ve so kindly informed me: I am far too old for all this!”

“No, no, not old, Eff”, Haymitch said. “But you’re no spring chicken either. None of us are.”

“And you called me neurotic”, she whined. “Me! Haymitch, I am deeply hurt, you hear! Who knows when I’ll ever recover? And after everything I did for you! Because in case you forgot, I’m the woman who gave you not only one but two children!”

“For which I’m grateful.” The mirth in Haymitch’s voice only increased her annoyance tenfold. “But you gotta admit you kinda are, princess. Neurotic, I mean.” “If I am, I totally earned it!” Effie bit off. “I��ve had to deal with you for the better part of my adult life, haven’t I?”

She sniffed, agitated because more tears were welling up, threatening to seal her throat shut.

“Next thing I know, you’ll tell me I’m getting ugly.”

“Nah”, Haymitch said. “That will never happen.”

“Hmph!” Effie stared sullenly up at the ceiling. “You’re a grown man”, she muttered. “You can date someone if you want to, but let me give you a piece of warning first. From one friend to another. If you call Flavius, there’s no getting out of it later. He will find you a woman so, unless you’re absolutely, positively sure …”

“Oh, just bury me!” Haymitch groaned.

“Well, clearly there’s a part of you who wants …”

“I really really really don’t! I just barely wanted you in my life, why would I want some stranger?”

“But you said …”

“It was a joke, Effs!” he all but shouted into the phone. “Ever heard of those? Not often, I reckon. Your sense of humor’s the size of a walnut. Fuck!”

Effie scoffed.

“A joke?” she said, unconvinced.

“Yes! You want it tattooed on my forearm next? Jeez, Eff. I expected more from you. How long have you known me? A hundred years? Two?”

Effie pursed her lips.

“Well, you were very convincing. And you’re a beautiful, smart, funny man. What was I supposed to think?”

“Er, that I’m not interested in some Capitol girl, half my age? It’s cute you still think there’s hope. That some perky, doe-eyed 25 something old would look at me and say anything other than: ‘Hard pass!’ No one out there, dumb enough to date me. No one but you, I guess.”

“Oh, of course they are”, Effie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Like getting one of her Haymitch-induced headaches. “Or at least they would be if you weren’t so obnoxious all the time.”

Next thing she knew, her ear almost popped and she held the phone half a meter away. At a safe distance from Haymitch’s roaring laughter.

“What’s so funny?” she asked. “Goodnight, Haymitch.”

“Hell no.” Haymitch contained his chuckles just long enough to get the words out. “Night’s just gettin’ started, sweetheart!”

Author's note: Poor Effie, haha! Still as jealous, if not more, as she was in chapter 4! Hope you liked it! And now they'll "spend the night together". How do you think that'll go? Tell me in the comments! This is probably the last chapter of ToS in 2024, so happy holidays! You guys are the best and see you next year!

[whatrealbeautylookslike]

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

[fangirlerastour]

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

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

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

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

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

[gudvina]

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

Soft life

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Can be read on AO3!

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

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

“Hi!” she quipped.

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

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

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

Nothing could have prepared them for what was coming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And because you have no fashion sense”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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