Prompt : effie gets haymitch to build a fort with her xD

The Blanket Fort

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The question passed Haymitch's lips without his consent but it was probably better than just outright laughing at her.

"Language." Effie grumbled. She spared him a short disapproving look but not much more than that, she was too busy trying to make blankets stick between the couch and the armchair, without losing grip of the one wrapped around her shoulders.

"What are you trying to do?" he insisted, coming closer to inspect her work.

It seemed like all the blankets he owned had somehow been put to the task. She had spread two on top of the rug, in front of the roaring fireplace, had scattered pillows and cushions and she was apparently trying to make herself blanket walls by wedging the blankets under furniture and heavy trinkets.

"I am going to die from exposure." she complained, struggling with one of the blankets. "Your house is cold. Your house is cold, Haymitch. But what do you expect? This District is a freezer. Blizzard, knee deep snow on the ground, frozen patches of ice everywhere… Why don't you appeal to the city for a controlled weather system? Why?"

"You're being a drama queen." he mocked, ripping off one of the walls of her makeshift fort. "And I don't know if you're gonna die from exposure but you're sure gonna die from smoke inhalation if you keep it up."

This time, her glaring came with a pout. "If it means being warm, I will take it."

He snorted and sat down next to her even though they were far too old to sit on the floor. It was cushy with all the blankets and pillows though. Still, he couldn't help a round of chuckles when he got a peek under the blanket she was wrapped in and realized she was wearing the thick pink flannelette pants he had bought her the other day and at least three layers of his shirts.

He knew she was sensitive to cold. She always had been and her stay in the Capitol cells hadn't improved matters but this was extreme.

"You're really cold or you're being your overdramatic flamboyant self?" he asked, just to be sure.

She wasn't pleased with that but, apparently, using him as a potential source of warmth worked in his favor because instead of ripping his head off, she snuggled against him. "I am really, really cold."

He sighed – because he couldn't help but think she was being over the top, it wasn't that cold, not with the heating on and the fire burning high – and wrapped his arms around her, snatching the remaining blankets from the floor to drape them over the two of them.

"That is not how you make a proper fort." she pointed out.

"You're a blanket fort expert now? Built a lot of them in your young days?" he retorted. He just couldn't see it. Tiny little Effie Trinket building a blanket fort… It simply didn't go hand in hand with the picture of her childhood she had painted.

"I have been told it is undignified and should be left to homeless people." she hummed.

That was more like it and he rolled his eyes.

"Feeling warmer?" he switched topics.

"Quite." She let out a sigh of contentment and snuggled closer. "I do love it when you keep me warm."

He dropped a kiss on the crown of her head and then breathed out a sigh of his own.

Keeping her warm was his privilege and he wouldn't have changed that for the world.