Prompt: Idk if you'll do this but I kinda wanna read something where Viola and Chaff slept with each other one time (you make up why) and Haymitch, Effie and Johanna, who don't usually get along, are actually getting along, ganging up on Chaff XD

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Prompt: hi! so you've wroted about escorts been easily replaced, so i want to prompt something: Effie or maybe her friend who's also is a escort is attacked by a victor, can be sex or fisically assauted, you choose, but nothing happens to him because he's a victor and effie gets worried and upset, but haymitch promises her that nothing is going to happen to her because he's not gonna let, maybe they aren't friends, but are starting? by the way, i love your writing, you are amazing!

I can't see Viola sleeping with Chaff haha, she will throw herself through a window first. So I made do. I hope you don't mind. Nothing really violent happens in this chapter. =)

Consent

The car was silent and Haymitch was starting to regret not drinking more at that party. He was ill-at-ease. He hated feeling ill-at-ease.

"Ok." he sighed. "Spill. What's gotten you all…" He winced and vaguely waved at her. "Weird."

Effie startled a little, which wasn't surprising lost in her thoughts as she had been, and flashed him a bright smile. "Why, I have no idea what you mean."

She was lying and it was almost insulting that she thought he still couldn't tell when she was faking and when she was actually happy. They had been working together for ten years. They had been sleeping together on and off for eight of those years. He could tell the difference.

"You've started being weird at some point tonight." he grumbled. "So I'm asking. What happened?"

He didn't ask if he needed to punch someone but it was a near thing.

"Absolutely nothing." she insisted without departing from her cheerful smile. "Truly, Haymitch, I don't understand what…"

"Cut the crap, Effie." he demanded.

It was like flicking off a switch. Suddenly her eyes were less bright, her smile faltered and she turned her head to look through the window again.

"It is nothing." she offered. "Simply me being silly."

"You're silly ninety percent of the time." he scoffed. "That's not you being silly, that's you being upset. Don't make me ask a third time."

She let out a long sigh, still not looking at him. She stared at her hands instead and smoothed the short sparkling dress she was wearing, picking up at a loose thread. "I am just grateful that… I suppose I am grateful that as much as you lack manners and any idea of how a gentleman ought to behave, you are a decent man who would never… You would never do anything to me without my consent. Even when you are completely drunk you never… If I say no, it is no and you respect that every time."

He frowned, turning toward her a little, not liking what he was hearing and where his mind was taking him. He would kill them. Whoever it was who was making her think this way, he would kill them. "If someone…"

"No." she cut him off, her eyes darting to his face and back to her hands. "I was not thinking about myself. It is just…" She sighed again and worried the loose thread so badly that a few sequins got free. She brushed them off and folded her hands on her lap with an annoyed pout at her own clumsiness. "You have boundaries and some victors don't. And I am grateful for that."

He studied her for a second. It was hard to determine what she was thinking when her war paint was on, it was hard to see through the make-up designed to make her look cheerful.

"Like who?" he growled. "'Cause if one of them tried anything…"

There would be some friendly reminders that his escort was his own and that she wasn't free for grabbing. They were arguing and fighting more often than not – and playing on that for the cameras – but there was friendship there. It wasn't exactly a secret that there were limits not to cross with Effie Trinket. He would hang back unless the comments and attitude were really threatening because he had no business telling anyone how to treat Capitols but there was a line in the sand and other victors usually knew to stay on the safe side of it.

"Chaff is always groping me, Haymitch." she pointed out. "And you don't always stop him, so spare me the offer of punching anyone who would have been untoward."

Her tone was accusatory and he lifted both eyebrows, taken aback. "He's just friendly when he's drunk. And he's only got the one hand, sweetheart. You handled worse."

"So it is alright for your friend to put his hand on me even if it is unwelcomed because he only has one?" she hissed.

Worded like that…

"No." he shrugged. "But you can handle him. You don't need me rushing to your help. And you would chew my head off if I did anyway. 'Cause you're big on not being the damsel in distress."

"That is true." she granted, now playing with a huge ruby ring on her finger. She was very fidgety that night, that's wasn't completely like her. She was usually in absolute control of her image and what she projected. "However it does not make any of it any more right. Escorts are objects of fantasy. I accepted that long ago, I suppose we all do at one point or another. Being groped and touched and solicited is all part of the Games, I am not disputing that… Sponsors like to feel they are buying something even if it is only the illusion of us enjoying their attentions for a few minutes but… Victors should not treat us like that. We should be colleagues to you, not objects you can use and toss aside once you are done."

It was a long speech and she was slightly out of breath once she was done.

He watched her, schooling his features into detachment. "If you want me to stop…"

"No!" she protested and her cheeks visibly flushed under the white powder. "No." she repeated more calmly. "I am not talking about us, I am talking about other teams and about some victors who think they have every right to put their hands on their escorts whether she agreed to or not."

"I'm lost." he admitted. "Who are we talking about?"

"You saw what Chaff did to Viola. You were right there with me." she snapped.

He was puzzled for a moment because all he could remember was Chaff having drunk too much – which was partly the reason why he hadn't – and Viola dragging him back to the car. He and Effie had walked a few steps behind Eleven's team, locked in their own argument. Chaff was in that stage of drunkenness where any woman would have done the trick and so he might have been trying to make out with Viola a bit but…

"He was wasted." he said defensively. "And she can handle it."

"Can she?" Effie hissed. "Because I hate her and I almost offered to ride with them just to be safe. If he hasn't passed out yet she is still probably trying to fend him off. She clearly wasn't interested and he clearly wasn't taking the hint, he never does with me until you make a show of possessiveness. How is that right?"

The unvoiced accusation underneath wasn't settling well with him. He was torn between his loyalty toward his best friend and her flawless reasoning.

"He's not going to rape her." he scowled.

"Probably not, I agree." she granted. "But can you deny he is more than likely still trying to cope a feel just because he can? Being drunk isn't an excuse."

"You're blowing this out of proportions." he mumbled, now even more ill-at-ease than before.

"Am I?" she retorted. "Because she is his escort. I can always escape him and go back to the penthouse. I can hide behind you. Where can Viola go? Sexual harassment complaints are not really a possibility for us, you realize. You do not make this sort of complaints about your victor if you want to keep your job. They would sooner cut us off than cause a scandal. You are the heroes, we are simply the disposable accessories."

There was bitterness in her voice and anger too. And he figured that from her point of view it was justified.

You're escorts, he wanted to argue, you reap kids for a living and you hate Viola anyway… It's the Capitols who buy us and hurt us, not the other way around… But none of those arguments were right or fair in this particular situation and he found himself nervously tapping his foot against the floor of the car.

"So perhaps Chaff won't force her into anything because he is not a bad man just an insistent one." she went on. "But can you say the same thing for every other victor out there?"

"There would be consequences for hurting a Capitol." he said, trying to sound reasonable but grasping at straws. He had never thought about the whole thing like that before. "Most people wouldn't go there."

"There would be consequences assuming the escort talks." she argued. "And in any case I can promise you she would be removed from her position and strongly advised to forget about the whole thing."

The car slowed to a stop and the door was opened. Haymitch extracted himself from the car and automatically outstretched a hand for her. When she stepped out, she was the bubbly carefree woman the public loved. She waved at the small crowd of fans who seemed to live there at all times of day and blew kisses to some of the men catcalling her…

Haymitch remained quiet until they were safely inside the elevator on their way to Twelve's floor. He almost pushed the button for Eleven's floor, just to check everything was alright but he chided himself. Chaff was a good guy and Seeder should have been in the Center anyway. Knowing Viola, she probably had dropped him on the couch for his fellow mentor to take care of him later on while she went out to another party.

He tentatively placed a hand on Effie's waist, almost weary now, but she leaned against his side willingly.

"You can always say no to me." he said awkwardly, after clearing his throat. "Like… There's no question here, yeah? And if I'm too drunk and…"

"You would never hurt me, Haymitch." she cut him off. "I told you. You always stop if I request it."

"But if I'm wasted and I don't…" he insisted because he was always scared of what his wasted self could do. "You can stop me any way you need to. Hurt me. Kill me… I never want to be that guy, okay?"

She nudged him against the elevator wall with a hand on his chest and he let her because he was unsettled and he wasn't in any mood to pin her to a flat surface right now. He was a bit spooked maybe, afraid he had once unconsciously put her in a position where she hadn't felt free to say no.

"When you are truly trashed you want cuddles." she smiled, leaning against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist instinctively. "It is actually the cutest thing."

"I don't." he spat, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

He wasn't a cuddler and they didn't cuddle. They had sex. That was the end of it.

"Oh, yes, you do." she chuckled. "You are clingy, you turn into an octopus. But that, I never mind." She cupped his cheek, her nails briefly scrapping against his stubble. "In ten years you have never ever given me any reason to be weary of you on that front, Haymitch. Never. I wasn't talking about me or us at all. It was just… Seeing Viola struggle with Chaff just made me glad I got assigned to Twelve instead of Eleven. I don't think I would have lasted as long there. Believe it or not… As infuriating as you are, I would rather have you than any of them."

"Even Finnick?" he challenged, running a hand up and down her back, not so subtly trying to locate the zipper of her dress.

"Even Finnick." she answered with a dazzling smile, before propping her chin on his shoulder and angling her head so she could whisper in his ear, detaching each word. "The zipper is on the right side."

He snorted against her neck, his lips founding the familiar spot on her neck that made her suck in a breath, his fingers already tugging on the zipper.

"Just so we're clear, sweetheart…" he drawled out, nipping at the tender skin under her jaw. "I'm going to sexually harass you in a second."

"It is not harassment if I am consenting." she replied, her fingers deftly dealing with the button of his waistcoat and running on the shirt he was wearing underneath. "And I am very much consenting."

"Sounds like a plan." he chuckled.