#hayffiver

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Hayffie day 3:

I’m sorry this is not my best work, my brain feels too full if that makes sense. I have been feeling really down about it but then I reminded my self that this doesn’t have to be my best work it’s supposed to be fun so this is me trying to have fun with a reverse trope.

After failing at convincing the world they were dating to get their tributes sponsored, Haymitch and Effie began falling in love after reading an article about how “everyone should have seen right through this” and “they are about as compatible as oil and water”. They got offended and accidentally confessed their feelings to one another. In true Hayffie fashion they didn’t discuss this till much later, on a drunken night after loosing two more tributes but once it was out, it was out. Effie was suprised at how condescending her “friends” could be . Always saying things like “if you say so” and trying to pull her aside to get the juicy scoop that “12s team is at it again”. While Effie dealt with her capitol complications, Haymitch was in 12 dealing with complications of his own. When it was first announced that him and Effie were together 12 saw through it immediately, when it was announced that everything was a hoax, the capitols were loosing it at the betrayal. But in 12, haymitch got a pat on the back and a “thank you for trying” for the first time in a long while. However, when it comes to him and Effie being together for real, he was afraid they would feel, well, betrayed. Not like crying, this is 12 we’re talking about, and the love for haymitch wasn’t exactly strong. But he knows if he was in their shoes, and 12s mentor fell for a capitolite, scratch that, THE captiloite who comes to steal their kids, he would’ve thrown rocks at their house. 12 is all he has left. But on the other hand, if he doesn’t tell anyone and some national tragedy strikes in the capitol and Effie shows up in 12 and gets so lonely she talks to a local and finds out Haymitch never told anyone, not that he talks to anyone anyway, she will immediately think adultery. Adultery sort of emotionally tore her family apart as a child so this is touchy topic for her. He concludes that he’s gonna feel guilty regardless and might as well rip off the bandaid then get wasted. He tells ripper at the liquor cart. She shrugs indifferently. Haymitch gets wasted. Effie on the other hand had more push back from just about everyone family, friends, coworkers, people on the street, everyone though she was a joke. Until some celebrity took a swipe at some other celebrity and suddenly nobody knew who Effie and Haymitch even were, which she was hurt by. Regardless people stoped caring about as fast as they started, and her and Haymitch were able to be together peacefully. Well, about as peaceful as Effie and Haymitch can be.

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I have the same hayffie hate post floating around my dash so this made me very happy

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Hayffie week day 8: makeup day

I forgot day one but I liked my idea for day one forced proximity so I wanted to write and post it today

It was Effie’s first games and thus far Haymitch had made them miserable. On the last day they were there, Haymitch and Effie got into a screaming match and were escorted out of the viewing center. Effie was huffing down the street well in front of Haymitch when she missed a step down curb.

*Crack*

“Ah!”

Haymitch saw all this happen and began laughing until he got up to her and realized she was crying.

“You’re too cruel!” Effie said clutching her ankle that was already swollen to a grapefruit.

“Jeez! Look I didn’t know you were injured! I used to take falls all the time. You know it’s probably all the non dairy products you people eat, you know calcium is good for you.”

“Haymitch!”

“Sorry!” He said genuinely “what do need? You want ice?”

“Yes! Ice would be lovely! Nice of you to finally offer!” Effie shot back,

“Well I don’t have ice.”

If looks could kill Haymitch would be dead.

“Can you walk?” He asked surprised at the nasty look he was met with. “That things swelling faster than a tracker jacket sting.”

“No!”

Haymitch weighed his options.

“Are you sure? The hospitals only a couple blocks.”

“I can barely lay here, how am I supposed to walk?” Effie was now sweating from the pain in her ankle.

Haymitch sighed, turned around and bent down.

“Get on,”

“What?” Effie was frankly bewildered at the offer.

“Get on my back so I can carry you to the hospital.” Haymitch tried to restrain his voice but it still came off as somewhat of a spit. He already felt stupid and he wasn’t even carrying her yet.

Effie considered her options. She had left her phone at the viewing center and everyone would surely be watching the games for a while and the pain was too bad, she couldn’t wait for someone to come along and call an ambulance.

“Alright, thank you.”

It was certainly a show getting her on his back. She was down a foot and he had underestimated how much the alcohol affected his coordination. He hadn’t done this since his brother sprained his ankle when they were boys.

“Oh my god you’re heavy!” Haymitch said trying to balance.

Effie hit him in the shoulder which she didn’t regret even after it caused him to loose the little balance he had and almost drop her.

On the way there he had gotten used to the smell of her perfume and found he rather liked being this close to her and she came to the same conclusion after feeling how warm his back is. She had dozed off by the time they got to the hospital. Haymitch was not as fast as he used to be especially with the weight of another person, even though Effie was very light.

They arrived at the hospital and Effie got her x-ray. Haymitch stayed and they waited for the results in silence until he broke it.

“I’m sorry I laughed at you.”

“It is barbaric to laugh at someone for falling over.”

“Oh you wanna talk about barbaric,”

Effie sighed, she was exhausted from the pain. Haymitch grudgingly changed the topic, he would revisit it another time.

“That’s definitely broken.”

“How do you know?” Effie was genuinely curious how a distinct person could definitely diagnose something.

“We used to get broken bones all the time. It’s a right of passage in childhood.” Haymitch explained to the puzzled pink-haired woman.

“I’ve never broken a bone.”

“I’m sure you haven’t. You capitol people get all your vitamins.” He tapped her on the head in a mock nice way.

“You can’t hate me for having vitamins as a child.”

“Watch me.”

The doctor came in and confirmed it was a broken ankle. The pain Effie felt when he told her no high heals until fully recovered was worse than the ankle. She had to wear Haymitch’s shoes out. They assured the doctors they had a way to get home only because they were used to Effie always having her purse. When they realized she didn’t they were both shocked.

“It’s because you got me so riled up!” Effie smacked his arm.

“So I have an affect on you. Good to know.” Haymitch smirked but Effie was trying to think of how to get home.

Her friends would all be at the viewing still and they had no money for a cab. There was only one option.

Effie looked at Haymitch and he understood immediately.

“No”

“Come on! I’m only three blocks away!”

“Fine.” He turned around and bent down, “you’re gonna be the death of me Trinket.”

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Hayffie scene

( if hayffie isn’t your thing you can imagine it as your OTP)

Haymitch: you smell good

Effie: Thank you I got a new conditioner yesterday it’s rose scented

Haymitch: no your skin smells good

Effie: that’s my perfume it’s floral scented

Haymitch: no it’s not flowery

Effie: I have a tropical lotion on

Haymitch: nope that’s not it ethier

Effie: my body soap smells like cinnamon

Haymitch: no

Effie: well I also put an oil in my baths, I’m not sure what it’s made of but it is called evening in Paris and I think it’s divine

Haymitch: I still don’t know what you smell like but I now know the source of my headache

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Hayffie week day 7: Domestic bliss

Effie began to knit. She got bored one day in 12 after settling in and decided to take up knitting. Knitted clothes had been all the rage in the capitol for about a week one year. Of course no one knitted their own clothes but Effie wanted to try. She got the hang of it and knitting became her thing. She knitted pillow covers for her and Haymitch, gloves for herself, a scarf for Peeta, matching sweaters for Annie and her son, a blanket for Katniss, and slippers for Haymitch, mainly because he kept walking outside barefoot and Effie didn’t like the dirt he brought in. Little did she know that Haymitch had been knitting along with her. Haymitch’s mom used to knit everything she could, yarn was usually cheaper than new clothes and she could reuse it when they grew out of stuff. It made him feel closer to his family, a feeling he had come to enjoy rather than run away from in his older age. He didn’t have the gentlest or steadiest hands so it took him some time to get things right but once he did he flew through his projects. He didn’t want people to know he was kitting to avoid the inevitable jabs from his former mentees but Effie caught on one day when she looked out the window to see the geese running around in god-awful hats she definitely didn’t make.

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Hayffie week day 5: Time travel

To the future!!

As the days stretched to weeks and the weeks to months and months to years, Haymitch and Effie grew closer and closer and eventually Effie decided in her older age that the hustle and bustle of the capitol city had become too much for her and she settled into a slower life in 12. Aging was not something dreaded for Haymitch. In fact, like Katniss and Peeta, he viewed it as a luxury, though not one he thought he deserved. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw a new gray hair or another wrinkle here and there all he thought of was his fallen tributes who’s heads will forever remain vibrant and who’s faces will forever remain smooth. Aging for Effie was very different. She grew up in a world where aging was more dreaded than death. She spent her days coloring her hair, exercising like a mad women, and doing everything dermatologist’s tell you to do and some things dermatologist’s tell you to never do. But eventually she had to except that she will age. Tears were shed over her formerly thick hair, smooth skin, and flat stomach but she began to except it. With that, the guilt came in. She felt she held more responsibility as she picked their names out of the bowls. It took some time, eventually her and Haymitch caved and began talking to each other about their feelings on aging and grew closer for it. Haymitch and Effie had long excepted their fleeting position in life when Peeta turned around too make another fighting like and old married couple joke and realized, that’s exactly what they are.

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Hayffie week day: 5

This is kind of like a part one to day 3

Effie was ecstatic. Haymitch was not. Effie was new on the hunger games scene and was therefore full of enthusiasm and new ways to get 12 a victor. Haymitch had long lost hope. However, some of his hope was slightly, slightly, regained when he saw these tributes. They were smart, reasonably fast, and small enough to hide anywhere. Only problem, they were about as interesting as rocks. So Effie took this opportunity to try and get Haymitch to help them get attention from sponsors. When all her attempts failed, she tried on her own. Talking them up to known sponsors, all about how the difficulties of growing up district actually shaped them to be victors and everything they went through prepared them for these games. After about the 20th no she knew she had to get Haymitch on board, he may not seem like much but Effie heard from chaff that he’s quite the strategist. He only got on board midway through the games when it looked like the boy had a real chance. Haymitch didn’t dare hope a moment sooner. He was the one that came up with the fake dating thing. They went out to a shop where they knew cameras and prominent celebrities usually were and played it up big time. Flirting, smirking, they even went as far as kissing, though it looked quite awkward. But the capitolites will believe anything as long as it’s a scandal and they were the top story by the end of the hour. It worked all alright. They got sponsor on sponsor. The boy got food, water, blankets, weapons. But he was small and not familiar with these weapons, scratch that, he had never held anything more than a dull kitchen knife. The never ending parachutes didn’t help him at all ethier, as they gave away his direct location to the careers. It’s wasn’t quick or painless. Effie and Haymitch forgot their act and fell into their usual routine. Haymitch got drunk and loud and Effie was annoyed and not having it. It didn’t help that they were right near a young and eager reporter. They were exposed before the hour was done, before the next hour was done, they were pretty much social pariahs.