Prompt : OMG I have a prompt. You once wrote the chapter where they all read fanfiction. That was fantastic and so much fun. Could you write a similar one where they discover something like tumblr for example, or gif sets or manips and see that people actually ship Hayffie? You sometimes mentioned rumors and Caesar talking about them, so I think it would be possible. And I'd die from happiness. Thank you! :D

Lawsuit

"SUE THEM."

Haymitch chortled in his glass, happy not to be the lawyer Trinket was talking to on the phone. She was pacing in front of the huge bay windows, the phone wedged between her cheek and her shoulder as she waved her hands around to make her point, her eyes never straying far from the TV screen on which several pictures of the two of them in interesting positions were displayed. The host, a middle-aged Capitol women whose main job in life was to report every little piece of gossip in the city, was having a field day.

Most of the pictures were innocent : the two of them holding hands, exchanging kisses... But a few of them were a little more explicit. His personal favorite – as well as the host's apparently – was the one where his hand was very obviously under her skirt.

Needless to say, he had never, in fact, slipped his hand under her skirt because the pictures were faked. An anonymous gift to the show host whose duty it was to share with the rest of the world.

"This is going to be a PR nightmare." Effie hissed, still on the phone with her lawyer. "I don't care if it's not in my interest to sue. Those pictures have been tampered with! Have you seen the shoes? I would never wear such shoes. This is an outrage! I want them sued and I want a public denial. And apologies. I absolutely demand an apology."

He took another sip, completely unconcerned by the speculations of the host, too engrossed in watching Trinket. She stopped her pacing long enough to listen to whatever the lawyer was saying.

"Do you think that if I knew who had sent them I would be talking to you about suing? No, I would be talking to you about what to plea for murder charges because I would have already killed them." she snapped. "I pay you to be smart, so be smart and get me this denial!"

She hung up and tossed the phone on the armchair. It immediately started ringing. She stared at him, clearly waiting to see if he would pick up – empty hope if there ever was one – and then grabbed the phone again.

"Yes? Effie Trinket speaking." She gritted her teeth and forced a fake cheer to her voice. "Caesar! How lovely! Live you say?" She gestured at him to switch channel. He rolled his eyes but complied with her wishes if only because he rather enjoyed not being the target of her anger for once. Caesar was indeed on air, taking advantage of a low moment in the Games to cover mentors and escorts gossip. So naturally, the incriminating pictures were plastered on the screen behind him.

"Pictures?" Effie asked in a surprised and confused voice. "What pictures? I am so terribly sorry I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about..." There was a pause and then she let out a terribly faked high-pitched laugh. "Me and Haymitch? How preposterous!"

He listened distractedly as she handled the damage control and denied everything, mostly by making fun of anyone gullible enough to trust those pictures. The out of fashion shoes were her favorite argument. Once Caesar had hung up, it was another host and then another again... At the fourth one, he stood up and refilled his glass. He poured her one while he was at it.

She winced because she hated whiskey but accepted it all the same and took a sip while wrapping up that interview. The phone immediately started ringing.

"Don't pick up." he said.

"We have to or they will think we're hiding something!" she sighed. "This is a disaster! Did you know some of your fans and some of mine actually hoped we would get together? Shipping, they call it."

Nothing surprised him coming from Capitols. He snatched the phone before she could answer it and tackled that one himself. The host – that he remembered only vaguely – was delighted by this change of interlocutor since everyone else had spoken to Effie. If his escort's dismayed face was any indication, the way he handled it didn't match her idea of public representation. He denied everything but made coarse jokes about that last picture with his hand disappearing under her skirt. She glared so hard he wouldn't have been surprised if he had suddenly caught fire.

"This has Viola written all over it." she declared, during a lull between phone calls.

"It's her style." he shrugged. "Weird friends you have."

"She is certainly not my friend." she growled. "And I am going to destroy her. I just need to think of something..."

He had no doubt her revenge would be impressive.

"People are always talking." he pointed out. "Why are you getting so worked up over this? It's not the first time rumors about us roll around." He smirked. "Or are those pictures giving you ideas, sweetheart?"

"Don't be ridiculous." she huffed.

"Just saying... All you have to do is ask, Princess." he winked.

She sputtered, her make-up barely covering her flushed cheeks but she was saved from answering by the shrill ringing of the phone.