Fandom One-Shots

Hayffie-THG

This was a request from my friend DivergentFan2006- go check out her story, Divergent-No War if you like Divergent! Anyway, this oneshot takes place pre- Hunger Games ish, but I'm not exactly sure when.  It takes place on the train after the reaping. I'm not entirely sure of their relationship status in this, but one can assume it's pre-relationship, I guess. That probably means it's not a Hayffie chapter exactly, but I don't care. Late nights + some angstyness + hot chocolate  is better than like a picnic or something, idk. It was just the first thing that came to mind. Actually I might write a picnic for them now, like maybe post-Mockingjay, so keep an eye out for that. Characters may be OOC.

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The train was quiet, but that was to be expected when it was around three in the morning. Effie walked down the halls to the dining room car. She pulled open the door to the dining room, deciding on making a cup of hot chocolate for herself. She was halfway to the chocolate powder when she realized she wasn't the only person up.

She was even more surprised to realize that the other person in the dining room was Haymitch Abernathy.

"What are you doing up?" Effie asked by way of greeting.

He shrugged. "What are you?" He shot back.

Effie skirted around the question, saying, "Making hot chocolate."

Haymitch nodded, drinking from the bottle he had next to him, which probably contained whiskey or beer or something equally awful. Effie honestly wanted to snatch the bottle from his hands and toss it out the window. There was probably no point, because he probably had a whole stash in his room, but Effie couldn't help it. You didn't work for such a long time with someone without becoming concerned for their wellbeing. She hated how much he drank, but they were his life choices, in the end. She could advise him against drinking, but he would never listen. 

"I wish you wouldn't drink," Effie blurted out. 

"Not the first time you've said this, Trinket," Haymitch replied.

"It would be good for you," Effie insisted. "You wouldn't pass out drunk and I wouldn't have to get someone to carry you back to your room like last night."

"How else do you suggest I forget?" Haymitch raised an eyebrow at her.

Effie wasn't sure what to say to that. She'd never gone through what Haymitch had, been through all his trauma. Ever since meeting him, she'd started to question the Capitol's methods more and more. To herself, obviously. She'd be killed if she voiced those thoughts out loud. Instead she busied herself with making hot chocolate. She and Haymitch fell into silence until Effie approached the table with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. She snatched the bottle of alcohol from his hand and set the hot chocolate in front of him. Haymitch glared.

"It's better for you," Effie said primly.

Haymitch huffed, but drank some. They sat in silence, until Haymitch suddenly said, "Why are you okay with what the Capitol does?"

Oh no. He must have been more drunk than she'd originally thought. Usually he was more drunk than this, which meant he was just sloppy and ruder than normal, but sometimes, he'd drink a little less, and he'd end up in a stage where he was angry and confrontational, mostly about the games. During these times, if she was around, she'd make sure he was in his room, with no one for him to shout at. The Capitol probably wasn't paying attention to Haymitch, but you never knew. Better safe than sorry.

"Well?" Haymitch snapped.

I'm not, Effie wanted to say. But not here. Not where the Capitol could hear. 

"Let's get you to bed, Haymitch," Effie said instead, standing up. When Haymitch was like this, it was sometimes hard and sometimes easy to get him to his room. Luckily, he must have also been tired, because she got him to his room without much fuss. She made sure he was calm before she left.

"Trinket," he called as she made to leave.

"What?" she replied.

"Thank you," he said. She turned to look at him, then nodded stiffly. He wouldn't remember in the morning anyways. He never did. She left.

Once out of his room, she took a deep breath. She could guess at the cause for his excessive drinking, she supposed. It was probably the female tribute, Maybelle. She had probably reminded him of his fellow tribute, Maysilee. She knew what had happened in his Games- she'd watched them, after all, but he'd drunkenly confessed to her once that Maysilee had been a childhood friend, who he'd lost touch with. It was cruel, to lose a friend only to meet them again when you knew one of them would have to die. He'd told her a lot, on those drunk nights. She doubted that he knew the extent of what he'd told her. 

Sighing, she set off for her room. Haymitch didn't need a colleague aimlessly worrying about him when they both knew he wasn't fine. It wouldn't stop her, though.

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So I think this is shorter than average. Sorry! I'm really tired and ran out of stuff to write. Also, if you read my Sizzy oneshot, there's a Clace oneshot that could act as its prequel coming soon. I may do a Malec oneshot for that universe too. I've actually been thinking about turning that universe into its own story if I have the time. Anyways, thanks for reading!