Prompt: hey I've been reading your work for about a year now ever since i found out about fan fiction i was wondering if you could write something were effie hears haymitch sing one day and the at lets say peeta and katniss' wedding he sings again and afterward she tells him she knew he had an amazing voice...

Haymitch's Well Kept Secret

Effie let herself into Haymitch's compartment without a second thought, having long stopped knocking before entering his room despite the rudeness of it – first, because when she used to do that he would just ignore her and, second, because it was the most efficient way to make sure she would get what she wanted from him. This Victory Tour was stressful enough without her having to deal with a difficult Haymitch on top of it.

Which was why she was pleased when she didn't find him asleep in bed but entered the room to find the curtains drawn and the telling noises of activity behind the closed bathroom door. She had asked him to be up bright and early today because hitting Four would be a big day, the beginning of the Career Districts' visits, and she wanted everything to go without a hitch. It seemed he was even willing to take an actual shower without her having to urge him to do so if the sounds of streaming water and the faint music coming from the radio could be trusted.

She closed the compartment door behind her – Cinna and Portia were hinting enough as it was without her needing to add fuel to that particular gossipy fire – and headed straight to the wardrobe. She already knew what she wanted him to wear so it was a quick job of finding the blue suit amongst the others and laying it out on the bed. She was wavering between a tie and a bow-tie, knowing he favored the latter if pressed but not sure it wouldn't be a tad too much for an afternoon event, when she heard his voice.

She froze.

He was singing along to the old slow song the radio was now playing.

She wasn't sure what was more shocking: that Haymitch Abernathy – who she had known close to thirteen years now – could sing or that he knew a slow love song well enough to sing along?

It was so flabbergasting that she remained there and listened to his deep voice hitting notes he had no business hitting.

She was still gaping when he exited the bathroom with only a towel loosely knotted around his hips. He stopped singing in the middle of a sentence when he spotted her standing there.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. She was very skilled at reading him and it was obvious to her that he was embarrassed, it was also obvious that he wouldn't welcome any sort of acknowledgement of that surprising talent.

She licked her lips, let her gaze wander down the familiar sight of pale chest hairs and scars and back up to his grey eyes… They had darkened with lust by the time she completed her survey.

"Problem, Trinket?" he challenged.

He hardly ever called her Trinket anymore. When he was angry – or wanted to pretend he was angry – and even then, barely so.

It was an out she chose to take however.

She huffed but also lowered her voice to a nice sensual purr. "A shame the schedule doesn't allow for some free time this morning."

"Like you never saw me in a towel before." he snorted, reaching out to snatch the forgotten tie from her right hand. He also took advantage of that to press an almost provocative peck against her lips. "Hello, sweetheart."

She knew the kind of hello he wanted to give her and she firmly pushed him back. "No, no, no. There is no time to lose, Haymitch. Get dressed." She hurried to the door, already fretting about the children's outfits and dreading to find the prep teams were running late again. She did pause on the threshold to give him a smoldering look over her shoulder, a bit annoyed to find that smug smirk on his lips. "Tonight, though."

"Is that a promise?" he mocked.

"Why…" she grinned. "I do want to make you sing again now."

"Good luck with that." he scoffed and turned away from her to grab some underwear from the dresser.

She didn't, in fact, managed to convince him to sing again for her, no matter how much she cajoled him. It was alright, though. It had been a long day and she got other sounds out of him, more pleasant ones to her ears.