Decided to do my first song fic, like ever, because every song in the world pretty much reminds me of Hayffie. The song I chose is Tamar Braxton's Love and War. I forced myself to only do 100 words. It was torture.
LOVE AND WAR
Rated M mainly for language
Somebody said every day, was gon' be sunny skies,
Only Marvin Gaye and lingerie, I guess somebody lied
He'd never seen her in lingerie before, and he never thought he would. Before the war they just fucked. Normally all clothes were on. Pants were pushed down, and skirts were hiked up.
After the war she hated her scars, and tried to hide them, so even though it was gentler, kinder, tenderer, he still never got the chance to explore her body.
It didn't matter how sunny it was outside. There was always a storm brewing between them. They were a tropical storm apart, and together they were a hurricane.
Destructive.
But the eye of the storm?
Worth it.
XxXxXx
We started discussin' it to fightin' then "Don't touch me, please."
Then it's "Let's stop the madness, just come lay with me."
They fought like cats and dogs, and he blamed her for getting him into this mess, because before her he never had anyone to remind him what it meant to actually fucking feel something.
She made his blood boil, in all the wrong places, and in all the right ones.
They argued.
God, could they argue.
But boy, could they make up too.
It was toxic, what they were, but they couldn't help it. They were opposites in every sense of the word, yet they worked. Because when they had the worst arguments, it provided the best sex.
XxXxXx
And truth be told I'm wavin' my flag
Before it goes bad
'Cause we made it this far on for better or worse
I wanna feel it even if it hurts
If I gotta cry to get to the other side, let's go 'cause we're gon' survive
At some point boundaries were put in place.
Whether it happened before the war or after the war he didn't know, though he suspected before. He just knew one day he found it ridiculously easy to not cross that invisible line.
They had feelings.
Feelings that could hurt.
And they could get angry at each other, but they couldn't hurt each other.
The days of broken bottles or slapped cheeks eventually passed, and they realized there could be anger one moment and tenderness in the very next breath.
Because there's nobody else they'd rather fight and make up with.
XxXxXx
We stay on the front lines
Yeah but we're still here after the bomb drops
We go so hard we lose control
The fire starts then we explode
When the smoke clears we dry our tears
Only in love and war
He lost count of how many fights they had over the years.
Earth shattering fights.
Ground breaking fights.
Most people knew when to get out the way. People had learned to stop butting in.
It was personal.
It was always personal.
And when there were things that were left unsaid, they started saying it with their bodies, which only made them fight harder because the thought that they were in a war with each other was mind-boggling.
The thought that they were in a war that would eventually allow people like them to love each other wasn't ever said.
XxXxXx
Sometimes you're my general, you quarterback all these plays
Sometimes you're my enemy and I'm throwin' grenades
She never listened, and that was part of the bloody problem. He was the Alpha Male but she was the Queen of her Castle. Every now and then she'd let him rule, but mostly she was in charge.
It was a fucking slap in the face that she, in all of her ninety-pound glory, could control him.
Yet he dominated in areas of verbal abuse and broken hearts, until she was near tears, and he'd force her to him, running his fingers though her hair.
They went from enemies to friends to lovers, no matter how many shots were fired.
XxXxXx
We'll just be chillin' and laughin', I'm layin' on your chest
Don't know what happened 'cause things just went left
But here we go back down that road
That's just the way that it goes
'Cause we made it this far on for better or worse
I wanna feel it even if it hurts
If I gotta cry to get to the other side, as long as you're there I'll survive
They never had a day they just relaxed. Even after the war, when she'd moved to 12, knocking on his door in the middle of the night, they still fought every single day. She could literally be hugging him one minute and fighting him the next.
Yet it never got old.
Threats of them leaving the other quickly fell on deaf ears.
They were a team, damn it, and that would never change.
They had made a promise.
A vow.
For better or worse, in a simple toasting with the kids.
He found that it wasn't even hard to ask.
XxXxXx
We stay on the front lines
Yeah but we're still here after the bomb drops
We go so hard we lose control
The fire starts then we explode
When the smoke clears we dry our tears
Only in love and war
War would always haunt them.
The decisions made, and the consequences of those decisions—him leaving her behind, unintentionally allowing her to be tortured—haunted them in their dreams.
But boundaries….
Boundaries never forced them to accuse. They had one discussion, and he apologized.
She's satisfied, yet her nightmares were his constant punishment.
She didn't blame him, but he blamed himself, and they argued about it for years, until she reminded him they had been at war, and that they should blame Snow.
It was the past, but how could she fucking say that when she still woke up screaming?
XxXxXx
As long as we make up after every fight when it's over
You know I'm comin' home right there where I belong
I'm takin' off this armor
It took him forever to understand that she had really forgiven him.
It was in the way he was allowed to comfort her after a nightmare.
The way she allowed him to finally make love to her.
The way she'd opened herself to him, allowing him to see her scars.
And he found out he loved her when he finally locked away his knife.
In he way her body provided comfort like the way a bottle never could.
She tasted ten times better than the finest whiskey.
Truthfully she was the finest whiskey, strong, defiant, dignified, and spicy yet sweet.
XxXxXx
And we stay on the front lines
Yeah but we're still here after the bomb drops
We go so hard we lose control
The fire starts then we explode baby
When the smoke clears we dry our tears
Only in love and war
Only in love and war
Only in love and war
Lust bought them together.
Love kept them together.
Hearts had been broken, bruises had been left, tears had been cried, yet they made it.
The war hadn't defeated them, try as it may.
It had nearly destroyed them, but somehow, together, they'd picked the pieces back up.
They couldn't fix themselves, but they fixed each other.
They didn't make sense.
They worked backwards.
Instead of for better or worse it was worse to better.
No one understood it.
The drunkard and the Escort.
The former drunkard and the former Escort.
But all is fair.
Only in love and war.
I've decided I hate this one, but I'm going to post it anyway. Worked too hard on it not to.
In OTHER news… I've got two stories in mind. Are y'all ready for your mind to be blown? Do I have any Harry Potter fans out there? Cus I'm definitely the biggest Harry Potter fan in all of the world. Like ever. Promise. SO I'm going to do a short story that have Hayffie! I can't wait to bridge the gap between the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and the horrors of the Hunger Games. I was supposed to do a crossover story with Everlark in the HP universe, but I got sick of Everlark, so I scratched it. I WILL face my HP/HG fantasies with Hayffie, though.
AND I plan to do A Panem Christmas Carol. Y'all I'm SO excited for this one. I'm pretty sure it hasn't been done, though I haven't read EVERY Hayffie fic out there. Again, if you see it posted before mine, know they got the idea from me lol.
Lastly, I'm almost done with those prompts I'm working on. I haven't forgotten about anyone in my inbox.
Let me know what you think, and a story line you want me to do. I'm thinking about getting a Tumblr but… I'm not sure. What do you all think? Let me know.
-thamockingjayandpeeta