Alright, so I find myself doing a lot of Hayffie one-shots based off of songs, so I just figured "Why not make a collection of it?" Here it is! This is a collection of one-shots based off of songs that I think describe Hayffie—with a little prompt included :) Hope you enjoy!
This first one-shot is from the song "You and I" by Lady Gaga. This isn't really a prompt, per say, but each string of lyrics is going to have a memory of Effie's that involve her and Haymitch. I hope you enjoy!
You and I
It's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time I'm not leaving without you
Effie Trinket stepped off the train onto the rotting wooden platform. She breathed in the scent of coal and fresh air.
"Hello, District 12," she said out loud to no one in particular. "You're looking well." In truth, it was. After the war, resources and goods were distributed more equally among the Districts, so 12 was getting more and more lively. The refugees from 13 had all come up from underground bunkers to help rebuild the district after the bombings.
Effie made her way out of the train station, pulling her luggage behind her. Even though it had been years since she last walked on this soil, she remembered it well. She remembered the first Reaping she had overseen. She remembered Katniss and Peeta, and wondered how they turned out. But most of all, she remembered the victor that helped her get through her days—good and bad.
High heels crunched under gravel, but soon moved to the softness of grass when Effie came across the Victors' Village. Serious renovations had been done; marble now encased the welcome sign, and there was a bit of gold here and there. The houses were looking clean and fresh, much to Effie's liking. There was one house in particular that caught Effie's attention.
It looked identical to all the others, but there was a decaying look to it. The victor inside never liked cleaning ladies, and he never did the work himself. However, Effie beamed when she saw the familiar "1" posted on the door.
Butterflies occupied her stomach as she climbed the stone steps. It seemed like it had been forever since she walked this path, and she still wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to ring the doorbell. She could hear it echo throughout the house, followed by muffled grumbling and cursing. Effie took a deep breath when she heard the lock click and saw the door swing open.
"Effie," the man in the doorway froze, blowing his blonde hair out of his face. He was holding a half-full liquor bottle in one hand, the other was placed on the door frame to steady himself. He was no doubt drunk, but that was the last thing on Effie's mind as she felt a smile slowly spread across her face.
"Haymitch," she breathed.
You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I'd give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I'm not leaving without you
Colorful lights and loud music filled the room. Champagne glasses were thrown into the air, a clear liquid flying out of it onto the drunk citizens below. Effie stared at the commotion unwind in front of her, silently cursing Haymitch for dragging her to this party. It was a celebration of all the male victors from all the districts. Although these people wanted to kill each other years ago, they still had one thing in common: getting hopelessly drunk.
"Hey, sweetheart!" A voice rambled next to Effie's ear. She turned to see a staggering Haymitch try and fail to sit on the stool next to her. "You're missing the party…live a little." He offered her his glass, which she declined. He must have been drunk beyond repair because he would never willingly share alcohol. Instead, Effie stood up and grabbed Haymitch by the arms.
"I think it's time to say goodnight, Haymitch. We have a busy day tomorrow," Effie was struggling under his weight. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to the two.
"I don't want to," Haymitch whined, purposely making himself heavy. Effie practically dropped him in her attempts to balance them. She leaned in close to his ear to make sure he heard her.
"If you do what I say, we will have a very busy day tomorrow. We could even start tonight," she whispered in a low voice, with as much sexiness as she could muster. That got Haymitch's attention. He stared her up and down and smirked. No further words were needed as Effie dragged him to the elevators.
Once the subtle ding signaled they were closed, Haymitch turned to an out of breath Effie. "What are we waiting for, sweetheart? Let's get started." He came forward, pinning Effie against the elevator wall, and pressing his lips against hers. She found that familiar taste of whiskey in his breath, and breathed in the scent that was so Haymitch. Haymitch may have been drunk on liquor, but Effie was drunk on euphoria. She loved the fact that he was still into her, even after all these years of putting up with her persistent attitude. However, she couldn't keep this up for the night. Effie pulled away, much to Haymitch's disliking.
"That's enough for tonight," Effie chided.
"You tricked me," Haymitch whined. He didn't look mad, just dejected.
"You need a bath," she shot back.
You said sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Haymitch shot up from his bed, knife in hand. He was startled awake by the sound of glass breaking. Armed and ready, he made his way downstairs to his mini-bar where he kept his most prized alcohol. He expected to see a thief try and take the expensive liquor. He half-expected Ripper to be in his house, trying to take back the powerful stuff that he had "borrowed." What he didn't expect to see was Effie Trinket pouring herself a large glass of vodka, and making quite a mess.
"What the hell are you doing in my bar at one in the morning, Trinket?" Haymitch demanded. He set down the knife on the nearby table, crossing his arms instead. Effie was shocked to see him and gave a little jump when he spoke. She was still in her fancy Capitol getup—five inch heels, tight dress, and very showy wig. Her makeup, however, looked smeared and out of place. She couldn't make eye contact with him, but in the dim light, Haymitch could see that she had been crying.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I just-I started to have nightmares again. I was about to go to bed and I didn't want to wake you so I figured to come down here to drink myself to sleep." Haymitch clucked his tongue in disapproval.
"Sweetheart, if you try and drink yourself to sleep, you're going to end up drinking yourself to death." He saw the vodka bottle that was resting by her hands. "Dammit, Effie, that was my best vodka, too." Effie only furrowed her eyebrows.
"You only drink whiskey," she spat. She wasn't looking to get into an argument in the middle of the night, but she could tell that's where their conversation was headed by the look on Haymitch's face. But his expression softened; he must have been thinking the same exact thing.
"If you wanted a drink," Haymitch started, circling around the bar as if he were the tender, "you should have at least had the decency to invite me." He smirked, as Effie sat on a stool, crossing her legs.
"Now, Miss. Trinket," Haymitch started. Effie was a little taken aback at what he had just called her. He had never called her anything proper. Even when they first met he stuck with "Trinket" or "you there." Haymitch had bottles or alcohol strewn across the table, displaying all the choices to Effie. "Pick your poison."
There's something, something about this place
Something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
It had been a rough night. Effie had dragged Haymitch to the "biggest celebration of the year" in the Capitol. He had gotten hopelessly drunk, and from the party Effie then had to drag him back to his penthouse, force him to shower, and then strip him of his alcohol soaked clothes. She'd still never forgive him for spilling whiskey all over her favorite dress.
And somehow Haymitch had managed to seduce Effie and had her participate in events that they certainly wouldn't be doing if he was sober. Before he could do anything more, Effie had left his bedroom and gone to the guestroom. She figured it was going to be a long night.
It was well past midnight when Effie awoke with a scream. She was still having nightmares, even though she did everything to calm herself down and get rid of those horrible memories. It wasn't long before Haymitch rushed into the room, brandishing a knife. When he saw it was only Effie in the room, he relaxed. There were tears developing in her eyes as she hugged herself and silently begged Haymitch to sit near the bed. But he did more than that. He sat next to her on the bed and pulled her into a tight embrace. Before she could start crying, Haymitch leaned into her ear.
"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe. I'm here," Haymitch coaxed. He kept repeating himself until Effie pulled away and looked up at him. Before saying anything, she brushed her lips against his own. He reacted immediately, gently pulling her in for something deeper. It wasn't long before they were both panting, lying side by side, having completed round two.
When the sun came up, Effie was the first to rise. She shifted under the blankets so she could face Haymitch, and almost had a laughing fit when she saw the condition he was in. Somewhere between "lightly kissing" and "both of us are naked", there must have been a point of "brutally making out", because all of Haymitch's lower face was covered in bright red lipstick and white powder. It wasn't long before Haymitch woke up from Effie's insistent giggling. He rushed to the bathroom to see what the big deal was, and Effie counted to three before she heard a resounding,
"Dammit, Trinket!"
There's something, something about my cool Nebraska guy
Yeah, something about, baby, You and I
Not a day could go by without Haymitch arguing about the way Effie dressed or her obsession with schedules and manners, but there came a point where Effie stopped being affected and just retaliated. That was the epitome of their relationship. Flirt, argue, sex, repeat. And that was perfectly okay. However, over the past year, Effie had started to regard Haymitch as more than just someone to get by on. She started to see him from a different angle—one where his disheveled look was becoming attractive. Whenever he called her "sweetheart", she took that as a challenge.
Once Haymitch caught on to her changing feelings for him, he tried not to admit that he was discovering the same thing. She was no longer this stuck-up Capitol freak. She was a blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty that just covered everything up because she was insecure. And Haymitch did everything in his power to make sure she didn't feel that way. That she realized how beautiful she actually was. It worked. Then, their kisses became slow and elongated, rather than quick and fierce. They cherished the moments they had together, and hated it when Katniss or Peeta needed a favor. They were becoming the average, lovesick, teenage couple, but that was okay.
And one day, Haymitch finally had the courage to get down on one knee with a diamond ring and a question. And on that very same day, Effie said "yes".
Alright so I hoped you liked that first one-shot! I like this idea of making songs into one-shots, and the collection I'm doing. If you guys have any song suggestions or want to see something happen, just leave a review or PM me. Thanks!