Prompt : I've a hayffie prompt for you if you like. I particularly like when you've written the two in an argument that gets really heated, but in the heat of the moment and haymitch has pushed Effie up against a wall in an act of aggression, they end up passionately, albeit roughly, kissing and making out. So I was wondering if you could write something involving that? and maybe they get overheard or walked in on by someone? Thank you! I love your writing btw :)

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Prompt: Do you write smut? Because I would really love a Hayffie smut story. Maybe during the Victory Tour or during the Victory Party. And Katniss and Peeta find out about it or something. I would love that!

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"Would you stop?" Haymitch barked "Nobody cares."

Effie stopped her pacing to face him, hands on her hips and mouth pinched in displeasure. He knew that expression like the back of his hand, they were in for a long and probably painful fight. Haymitch was already tired of her high-pitched voice, he wasn't sure he was up to a shouting match.

"Nobody cares?" she hissed. "Nobody cares!" She flung her arms wide and let them fall in despair.

"Cut the theatrics, Effie." he mumbled against the rim of his glass but either she didn't hear or didn't care because she resumed her pacing, occasionally stepping over Cinna's stretched legs and steadily ignoring Portia's empty gestures to make her sit down. Haymitch wasn't sure why the two stylists were still there. Most people had the common sense to flee as soon as he and Effie started arguing. Katniss and Peeta certainly took the hint and ran to their room as soon as they had stepped back on the train.

"I am trying to make this Victory Tour more bearable." Effie started what would obviously be a long speech. "I am trying to do as you instructed me and make sure this whole endeavor goes as smoothly as possible. I am trying to make sure nobody sees us as a threat and you…"

"I'm pretty sure Snow won't think we're a threat because I started eating before District Seven's mayor." he cut her off, annoyed with her. "Now, that little speech you wrote for Peeta on the other hand… What were you thinking talking about unity?"

"I thought President Snow would appreciate us claiming our great love for Panem." she spat not without a small trace of irony. She was very much aware of how Katniss' stunt with the berries had been perceived by high officials and she wasn't blind, she had seen what was happening in the Districts. Now, what she suspected beyond that, Haymitch didn't know.

"Yeah. Put the word unity in the mouth of either of this kids and what everyone hears is rebellion, sweetheart." he shot back. "How more stupid can you get?"

"Alright, that's enough." Cinna finally said. "There is no need for name calling. Haymitch, you…"

"Can I argue with my escort in peace?" Haymitch interrupted him, seizing an opportunity he had been waiting for since the beginning of the Tour. Talking with Effie in private had been extremely hard since her arrival in Twelve to collect her victors. She and Portia seemed to be joined at the hip and Cinna was always hovering nearby. Now, Haymitch liked Cinna well enough. He even liked Portia but he wasn't used to people scrutinizing him and Effie while they were working. They argued a lot and about everything but they were a team and he was tired of their stylists trying to meddle in each of their fight. "Mind you own bloody business for once."

"Haymitch!" Effie gasped, her face quickly morphing from surprise to indignation. "This is no way to talk to a friend. You will apologize at once."

"It's alright, Effie." Cinna sighed, gesturing at her to let it go. He took hold of the armrests of the chair he was sitting on and stood up. "You're drunk, Haymitch. Let me help you back to…"

"I'm not drunk." he growled. And he wasn't. Much. "I want a word with Effie. So pack your patronizing crap and get the hell out of here."

"You don't want a word with Effie, you want to shout at her and I, for one, have a problem with that." Portia stated, standing up too.

Even Effie seemed taken aback by that one but she recovered quickly. "Oh, it's alright, dear." she told Portia. "I want to shout at him too."

"I thought a lady never raised her voice." Haymitch snorted. "But then again, you're not really a lady, are you, Princess?"

"Tempers are running high tonight. Why don't we talk about that tomorrow, when we all had a chance to get some sleep?" Cinna suggested. His attempts at placating them only made Haymitch angrier. He stood up too since he was the only one still sitting and went to open the door.

"Why don't you just get out of here." It wasn't a friendly suggestion and he could see Effie become more and more flustered at his behavior. "Now."

Instead of doing as he was told, Cinna turned to Effie. "I will escort you back to your room, Effie."

"She doesn't need escorting to her room." Haymitch growled. "She's a big girl who can take care of herself. You want to escort someone, go escort your girlfriend. Really far from this living-room."

Haymitch wished the stylists would just stop arguing and get out of there quickly. He didn't want to fight with them. Hell, he didn't particularly want to fight with Effie either but it was instinctive. They didn't know how to talk, they only knew how to yell at each other.

He was expecting Effie to tell him off about his rudeness, he wasn't expecting her to fold her arms over her chest and glare at him for all her might. "Please, Cinna, Portia, could you give Haymitch and me a moment? We won't be long."

He had half a mind to disagree with that. They would most certainly be long. This was the brewing of a huge fight – they had enough of them throughout the years for Haymitch to recognize the signs – and that kind of fight always ended one way. Perhaps that was why he was so keen on getting a bit of privacy…

Cinna hesitated and exchanged a look with Portia before glancing at him in concern. "We won't be far." he warned Haymitch.

What was that supposed to mean?, he wondered. Haymitch only lifted an eyebrow as they passed in front of him and took great pleasure in slamming the door after them. He locked it for good measure.

Alone at last.

He turned around to face Effie but he didn't have time to get the upper hand.

"What was that?" she hissed, before he could say anything.

"I should ask you." he replied. "What kind of lies are you spreading around? They act as if I'm going to beat you or something."

"Well, perhaps people wouldn't jump to the wrong conclusions if you weren't always so hostile." she retorted. "Why did you have to antagonize our friends for? It was rude. Do try to remember you are in a civilized environment from time to time."

"Please." he huffed. He walked back to the liquor selection, intending to pour himself another glass of whiskey. "I don't care about that. I don't care about your bloody mayor either." He was sure she was the only one to notice he had brought the fork to his mouth a few seconds before Seven's mayor. Really, who cared about that kind of things?

He was so focused on steadying his shaking hands so the bottle wouldn't clang against the glass, he didn't hear her stomp closer. "I do." she snapped, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to prevent him from filling his glass. "You embarrassed me."

"Let go of me." he demanded but she only held tighter, trying to get his hand away from the glass.

"You had enough for tonight." she scowled. "You had enough for a lifetime."

"Let go of me." he warned again, tugging on his arm. She was stronger than she looked though and soon enough they were struggling against each other. She was trying to get the bottle out of his grasp and he was trying to get it back without hurting her much – despite what Cinna and Portia seemed to think, he had never raised a hand on her even when he was wasted and he didn't fancy beginning today, by accident or not. "You are a pain in the ass." he grumbled, tugging stronger. He wasn't expecting her to let go with a satisfied smirk. He didn't have time to adjust to her sudden lack of resistance. The bottle escaped him and smashed against the floor. "Well, that was a stupid waste of liquor."

"It's liquor you won't drink, I wouldn't call that a waste." She grasped his wrist again when he went for the closest bottle. It wasn't whiskey but it would have to do. "Don't think for one second I won't destroy each one of those bottles. I said you had enough for tonight, you're not drinking anymore."

"And when exactly did you become the boss of me, sweetheart?" Now that his hand was empty of a bottle, he shrugged her grip easily, and stepped closer to her, invading her personal space. She stepped back. She stepped back until she almost stumbled against a small table. He grabbed her before she could fall but the vase and the flowers didn't have that chance. It splintered on the floor with a resounding shattering noise.

He could faintly hear frantic knocking on the door and their names being called but he couldn't care less. It was like a background noise. Nothing existed but her anymore. Her breathing was quick, her pupils were flared, the hands clasping his wrists were shaking slightly…

"You're making a mess." she accused him. The broken glass was crunching under their feet. "You're always making a mess."

"You're the one who knocked the damn vase and the bottle too." he reminded her. "How is that my fault?"

"You are a brute." she snapped, like it was the key argument to everything. Maybe it was.

"A brute would do this and not care if it hurt you." he growled, pinning her to the nearest wall with a bit more violence than he had intended in the first place. She didn't like it. She placed both of her hands on his chest and pushed him away. Tried to anyway. He didn't move an inch. "How are you liking the brute side of things?" he chuckled, as she struggled against his grip.

"You are the rudest man I've ever met and I hate you!" she screeched, out of pure frustration. He was dimly aware the banging on the door only increased after that but he couldn't bring himself to care, nor did she by the look of things.

"Shut up." he grunted.

"Make me." she dared him.

He knew what she wanted and at any other time he would probably have made her work for it. It was a poor excuse of a fight they just had, barely enough to justify the need to let the hostility out in a way that didn't involve hitting each other… It was a poor excuse of a fight but he had been hungry for this since the first time he had seen her in her ridiculous snowflake dress but they were never alone so he gave up in the pretense easily enough and crushed her mouth under his. There was nothing tender or loving in that kiss. It was hard and unforgiving and yet she sighed in relief against his lips. She was as hot and bothered as he was, then.

He couldn't discern the banging on the door from the pounding of his heart now so he decided it was of no matter. Whatever they wanted, they would wait.

Her hands were already busy getting rid of his shirt and jacket – and wouldn't it be fun to explain to Portia why the new shirt she had so proudly presented him with was now missing several buttons – so he tried to find the zipper of her dress but the thing she was wearing was impossible to figure out. There was lacing everywhere that was mostly decorative and no way to find out what would open the dress. He tried to tug it off but was distracted by her rough kisses down his throat so he gave up on that and just grabbed her thighs to pull her up. She locked her legs around his waist in a practiced move. It wasn't their first dance after all.

"I missed you." she whispered, alternating kissing and nibbling on his neck. "I hate you but, heaven, did I miss you..."

He pinned her more tightly to the wall, pressing himself against her until she gasped. "You wouldn't have missed me so much if you just had told them to fuck off before, Princess." He tried to find access to her breasts but with that dress in the way, there was none. It frustrated him. He had half a mind to take out his knife and be done with that monstrosity.

"Don't call me by this ridiculous moniker." she protested, biting his shoulder.

"OW!" He startled back a bit at the unexpected pain, almost losing his balance and making them both collapse in the process. "Watch the teeth!" She only grinned innocently in answer. "That's it. I don't trust you elsewhere with those teeth."

"I am not going elsewhere until I actually see you take a shower." she huffed back without blinking.

"You're such a bitch." he complained, well aware that there was some awe in his voice too.

"There is a perfect word to describe what you are but it isn't very polite and I despise cursing." she shot back.

He snorted but attacked her neck with his mouth, still trying to find a way to tug that thing down her upper body. "I think the word you're looking for is asshole, sweetheart."

"It wasn't what I had in mind but it works too." she retorted, her breathing so quick she was almost panting. "Are we attending a lexicon lesson or are we having sex?"

He smiled against her skin and lowered his hands to her thighs once more. He would get rid of the dress later once he had managed to drag her back to his bedroom – or more probably hers, she always complained his room smelt like booze – there was more urgent business to attend to. She was already working on his belt so he…

The door broke down.

The door literally went down, quickly followed by Cinna who stayed down and clutched his shoulder. Portia stood in the doorframe, mouth hanging open at the sight of them.

Neither Haymitch nor Effie had enough common sense to bolt away from the other and the whole room seemed to freeze as they all look at each other in complete confusion. Or horror, Haymitch wasn't sure. He was glad, all of a sudden, to have failed in taking that dress off her.

Effie was the first to recover. She unlocked her legs from his waist and used his shoulders to get down with as much dignity as she could before smoothing her dress. She bent down to pick up his shirt and jacket and handed them to him without a word. He put them back wordlessly but didn't bother trying to button the shirt.

"There seems to have been a small misunderstanding." Portia said, at last, before crouching next to Cinna to make sure he was okay. He obviously wasn't but Haymitch wasn't inclined to sympathize. He hated being interrupted. "We thought you were killing each other."

"Yeah, well… We didn't have time to get that far." Haymitch winked.

The slap that landed on his arm was everything but playful and Effie's glare was enough warning to let her handle the situation. He lifted his hands in surrender.

"Are you alright, Cinna?" Effie asked. It probably sounded kind to anyone who hadn't known her for as long as Haymitch had. He heard the irritation as clearly as if she had voiced it.

"Yes." The stylist answered, slowly getting on his feet with Portia's help. He kept rubbing his shoulder. "Just really embarrassed."

"Serves you right." Haymitch mocked. "I told you to mind your own business."

"Well, I apologize." Cinna smiled, clearly amused now that it was obvious no one was in any danger. "I didn't know 'let me argue with my escort' was a code word for…" He fell silent just in time but his meaning was clear.

Effie brought a hand to her face, obviously even more embarrassed now than she had been when they had been caught red handed a few minutes earlier. "Could we please forget this ever happened?" she asked in a small voice.

"Of course." Portia readily agreed, already grasping Cinna's hand and dragging him to the corridor. She threw a wicked grin at Effie. "As long as I get the whole story later." And with that last gibe, the stylists finally disappeared.

They were even worse than the kids.

Haymitch turned back to Effie, already wrapping his arms around her waist to resume what they had begun. She didn't respond though, she was surveying the living-room with a look of dismay on her face.

"How are we going to explain that?" she asked, her eyes darting from the pieces of glass to the broken door.

Haymitch shrugged. "We don't. If anyone asks, you don't know anything about it."

"Don't be ridiculous, they…" she started to argue but he kissed her silent. It always was the most efficient way to shut her up. "Haymitch!" She pushed him away again. "I'm being serious."

"And I'm telling you to let it go, sweetheart." he sighed. "You're going to tell me I'm irresponsible and probably uncivilized, I will answer something about you being a control-freak, we will start to argue and we will end right where we begun with you against that wall and me trying to get that bloody dress off you, so can we skip the whole argument thing and go to your room already?"

She stared at him for a few seconds, obviously surprised by his outburst, and there was that smile again, the challenging one. Her blue eyes were twinkling with mirth and he felt a smirk stretched his lips just at the sight of them. "Make me." Her favorite dare.

He rolled his eyes then grabbed her by the legs and threw her over his shoulder like the bags of floor Peeta always seemed to be carrying around. She squealed and slammed her small fists on his back but he could hear the laughter in her voice. "That was not what I had in mind!"

"Too bad." he replied, almost laughing too. "'Cause that's what you get, sweetheart."