Here's a prompt from me to you. :) Did you see this post with these Effie wedding dresses here on tumblr? All pink and beautiful? Could you write about Haymitch seeing these photos in a catalogue or Effie talking about her dream wedding dress? And he can't stop mocking her? Pleaseee :)

I couldn't find the post so I had to improvise ;) Sorry I'm not sure what this is, it's clearly not my best.

Of Wedding Dresses, Princesses and Queens

Effie allowed herself a sigh of regret as her fingers retraced the beautiful dress on the glossy page of the magazine. The wedding dress was perfect. More than that, it was exquisite. The bodice hugged the torso and spread at the waist in a queen-worthy train entirely made of taffeta and lace…

"Fuck." Haymitch spat, stumbling over a pile of magazines on his way to the couch. "Seriously, Effie, how long are those going to stay here? 'Cause the way I see it, you complain about my house being a dumpster but you're making a fine job of making it a walking hazard yourself."

He flopped next to her on the couch, handing her the mug of tea she had requested while sipping from his own. She took a careful mouthful, only to check her cup wasn't spiked – she wouldn't have put it past him – and glanced at his living-room. She had to grant him the point, she had made a mess of the room. She had come back to Twelve to help with the children's wedding and ever since her arrival she had used his living-room as a sort of wedding planning headquarters.

"I thought the girl had chosen a dress already?" he frowned, staring at the magazine on her lap.

"She did." Effie said, wrinkling her nose. "If you want to call that a dress. She will be beautiful, naturally, but I wish she had picked something a little more… wedding-like."

Katniss had decided upon the most simple dress they had come upon. It was white, long, and had no embellishment whatsoever – not even a small line of lace. Effie had begged her to reconsider but Katniss had been adamant she wanted that one.

"Be happy you got her out off her hunting boots and her leather jacket." he snorted. "I'm expecting her to show up ready to go trekking through the woods."

"She won't." Effie gasped. "I am in charge of the bride and I will make certain she is prepped. Which reminds me we need to find you a suit."

He made a face. "I have plenty of suits."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. "I won't have you showing up at the children's wedding wearing anything else than the best, Haymitch. After all, you're escorting me."

He lifted his eyebrows in mocked surprise. "Says who? Didn't ask you, did I?"

He hadn't but she thought it went without saying. After all, they had mentored the children for two years together and they were in a sort of relationship – even though she refused to even try defining its nature; it had been complicated before the rebellion but it was nothing compared to now.

"Don't be ridiculous." she huffed. "Who else would you bring to the wedding?"

"Maybe I have a girl somewhere in the District." he retorted, watching her over the rim of his cup with a taunting smirk. "You're assuming a lot, thinking I will take you."

Effie's face hardened but it lasted only a few seconds. She was too used to hiding her emotions to let him know just how upsetting his words were. She forced a smile on her lips and gave a careless shrug. "Well, then. Bring your girlfriend, I would be delighted to meet her."

He stared at her for a few seconds and then let out a round of chuckles. "Liar."

"I do not lie, it's unladylike." she denied.

"Yeah, but you and I both know you're not quite the lady you pretend to be." he commented, placing his hand on her knee oh-so-casually. "'Cause ladies don't let men do that, now, do they?" His fingers ran up her leg but she whacked them away when they reached the hem of her dress.

"Keep that for your girlfriend." she snapped.

"I like the jealous look on you, sweetheart." he teased but wisely took his hand back. "So, there's something you're not telling me or what? You've been looking at those for hours."

He nodded to the bride magazines, his face a set mask of detachment even though she could see there was a serious question underneath. He knew nothing of her life back in the Capitol – for good reasons, she had next to no life in the Capitol now – and they had never actually promised each other anything. She didn't see other men and she did hope that despite his earlier joke he did not see other women, but everything between them was left unsaid. For all he knew, she could be engaged and ready to marry the perfect gentleman in a few months.

"I'm just daydreaming, I suppose." she ventured. "Trying to relax… The invitations are gone but I still need to work on the seating arrangements… Planning this wedding is exhausting me." She finished her tea and placed the empty mug on the coffee table.

"I'm sure the kids don't really care about seating arrangements." he said.

"Then it is lucky I am here to worry over it for them, isn't it?" she replied. "Planning a wedding shouldn't be left to chance. If I hadn't come and helped…"

"Yeah, yeah, we know." he cut her off, rolling his eyes. Still, the way he studied her next made her a little self-conscious. "You were already staring at that dress when I went to feed the geese. What's up with you, Princess?"

She wavered between brushing the question off with an easy lie or telling him the truth. In the end, she chose the truth because he was the only one she felt she could be honest with. They had seen each other at their lowest, Haymitch was the safest person to confide in.

"I used to dream about my wedding when I was a little girl." she confessed. "I had everything planned from the music to the dress. Helping the children… It made me realize it would likely be the only wedding I would ever plan."

Haymitch studied her and then shrugged. "You don't want to get married, you want the dress and the party. See, that's what you don't get. The kids don't care about all that, they just want to be married, to… I don't know… commit. That's what weddings should be about."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That's awfully romantic, Haymitch." He mumbled something in his mug she didn't quite catch but he wouldn't repeat it no matter how many times she asked so she went on. "There is something about a wedding dress though… You wouldn't understand. I suppose it's a girl's thing. But on your wedding… You are supposed to look like a princess, Haymitch. I just wish…"

"You know why Katniss doesn't want your ridiculous dresses?" he scoffed "'Cause it doesn't matter. Peeta's not going to care about what she's wearing."

"How are you so knowledgeable on this sort of things all of a sudden?" she asked, a bit suspiciously. "You were joking about having a girlfriend, weren't you?"

She hated how vulnerable her voice sounded.

She hated the way it made him smirk.

"I know 'cause I've seen you walking around for years wearing ridiculous dresses and you never looked like a princess to me. Now, when you're lying on my bed, naked… You look like a queen." he stated as if it was a normal occurrence. Her cheeks burned with a sudden blush but he wasn't done. "And I'm never going to ask you to marry me, sweetheart, but I kind of want to ask you to move in."

That left her completely speechless.

She truly hadn't seen it coming.

Haymitch's grey eyes were riveted on the cup in his hand. "See, that's usually the part you say yes or no…"

"Yes." she blurted out without thinking twice about it. She should have thought about it really because her visits to Twelve had always been short, no longer than a week at a time, and there were a lot of elements to take into consideration but…

Haymitch's shoulders relaxed a little and his smirked deepened. "Even though you don't get a fancy dress out of the deal?"

She just knew that if she ever described her ideal wedding dress, he would mock her until the end of her days, but she couldn't even care about that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.

She didn't even mind his pleased chuckles.