This was originally going to be a short one-shot song-fic as the song just kept screaming these snippets at me. Then I started writing and, well, it became so much bigger. I think my mind went all TARDIS on this. (looks simple and compact till you you step inside and BAM its huge!) Then I learnt about Hayffie Week and I was all like 'Yes! I can get this done and share it then. How fitting!'
Unfortunately, that didn't happen. I know what I'm going to write, but this is really getting longer than I'd intended. (and I was wanting to submit for other parts too) So I decided to do a compromise. Today I will put up the first 2 parts of this and the other, I think I'd estimated, 7 parts will be shared later when its finished. (making it 9 parts in total)
Consider this a teaser for what is to come. Please review and let me know what you think.
*I do not own 'The Hunger Games' and it's affiliated characters. I do not own 'Doctor Who' and it's affiliated characters. Nor do I own the rights to the song 'Shut Up and Dance' by Walk the Moon*
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Haymitch hid his proud smile behind his glass of whiskey, as he watched the kids open the dancing together. Pride swelled within him at how far the two of them had come. Keeping it together when their names were Reaped. Surviving the Hunger Games. Pretending to be happy and in love – not well, but they pretended. Having their life put on display for all of Pamen. Surviving the Hunger Games; again. Surviving the War. Both sticking themselves back together after being shattered by the War. Falling in love; for real this time. They had come a long way and were still able to smile.
The boy leaned in and whispered something in his bride's ear that made the girl smile the smile that won the heart of Panem just under a decade ago. But now it belongs to only one person. That smile was for the boy; and the boy alone.
Yeah, he was proud of his kids.
There was only one other person who could share this pride; the only person in all of Panem that never truly doubted that these two would end up together. That their kids would get their happily ever after. Never doubted that their love was real, even before the girl realised it.
Think of the devil.
He smirked as his drink was taken out of his hand and place on the table. A hand hovered before him.
"Can I help you, Princess?"
Long gone were the ridiculous wigs, make up, and too extravagant outfits. In their place was her natural blond hair, done up in a elegant twist, wisps free to frame her face with minimal make up, only to heighten her features. As for her dress, oh that dress, it was his favourite shade of red and she always looked her best in red, and it hugged her figure in all the ways that made him want to drag her into their bedroom but showed only a modest amount of skin, without revealing any of her scars.
She didn't say anything, but kept her hand out expectantly, the grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Go on Uncle Mitch," a pair of blue eyes teased, a smirk hovering on his lips.
"Please Uncle Mitch," a small voice beside them called. "Please."
A pair of eager green eyes watched him closely. Her smile, so reminiscent to her aunt's, imploring him to take the dance floor. He threw a mock glare at the teenage boy for instigating his aunt's assistance; the smirk became a genuine smile. That was his downfall. He could never say no to her, or them, when they all smiled at him like that.
Sighing, he accepted the hand and let her pull him to his feet, towards the dance floor to a small round of cheers. Just before they set their feet on the dance floor he pulled back slightly making her turn.
"I didn't get to finish my drink," he teased.
She didn't bat an eye; instead she grabbed his other hand and backed them onto the dance floor.
"Don't you dare look back," she warned. "Just keep your eyes on me."
He stepped up to her taking the proper dance pose, except much closer than she would ever allow anyone else to be, he whispering into her ear, "You're holding back."
Laughing she whispered back, "Shut up and dance with me."
Grinning he started moving them around in a slow dance that they'd perfected decades ago. It wasn't long before the dance floor was filled with similarly close dancing couples. Haymitch couldn't suppress his grin at having her so close; her smell surrounding him. He wasn't a romantic man, but as sure as the bride and groom were made for each other, he knew that Effie was his and he was hers.
Two -or was it three?- songs later he pulled back as the song became more upbeat and faster paced.
"Why is this so familiar, Princess?"
"What's so familiar?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"You dragging me away from my drink and making me dancing with you," he answered, not even hiding his smirk.
Her genuine loud, raucous laugh escaped her, make a few heads turn in surprise at the sound coming from the former pedantic escort. Ignoring the looks she forced his body into moving in time with the new tempo.
"Shut up and dance with me," she commanded.
With fake annoyance he took over the lead of their dance, as other meetings and dances played across his memory.
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"Oh don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back."
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo, shut up and dance with me."
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