#trinkernathy

[firstdragonlady]

No one looked at Haymitch quite like Effie Trinket. For some inexplicable reason, he’d grown fond of the nuisance after nearly ten years of working with her. He’d grown used to the way she looked at him. He may have even come to like the way she looked at him.

And Haymitch realized, with horror, that maybe he’d come to look at her the same way. Oneshot.

One of my favorite Hayffie fics I wrote back in the day! Slowly but surely getting through all of them. As usual, light edits but mostly unchanged. Part of my Shut Up, Sweetheart series.

#hayffie #trinkernathy #haymitch x effie #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #thg #the hunger games #ao3

[ellanainthetardis]

Why hayffie and not Trinkernathy?

I think both existed at first. Although I think it was trinkabernathy? I could be wrong.

Same as everlark and peenis though… same as every ship name… eventually one takes over.

#ask #anon

[hayffieforlife-blog]

The exact moment that I screamed in the cinema!

#hayffie #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #haymitch and effie #trinkernathy

[queensastrology-blog]

What the signs want to see in Mockingjay Part 2

Aries: Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship 

Taurus:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Gemini:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Cancer:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Leo:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Virgo:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Libra:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Scorpio:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Sagittarius:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Capricorn:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Aquarius:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

Pisces:  Haymitch and Effie in a canon relationship

#hayffie #heffie #aberinket #trinkernathy #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #astrology #the signs #zodiac #zodiacs #astrology signs #zodiac signs #the hunger games #thg #mockingjay #mockingjay part 2 #mockingjay part two

[bardqueenofgallifrey]

In The Dark With You, a Hayffie oneshot (THG/Mockingjay Pt.1)

Movie-verse oneshot. What were Haymitch and Effie doing while in the bunker while they were getting bombed and everyone was watching the cat? Annoying the hell out of each other and being unintentionally cute, of course.

OR: the time Effie told Haymitch she was moving in with him after the revolution and that there was nothing he could do about it.

The bunker is almost full when Haymitch finally gets inside. He silently moves through the fretting people until he reaches the corner on the far right from the door, where a set of bunks remains free and he might actually get some privacy. He doesn't have the stomach to be any more immersed in panicking civilians and soldiers than absolutely necessary. Compassion and tolerance are hardly any of his finer points.

Not that he really has any finer points, other than the ability to sniff out liquor cabinets.

He gets about a minute to himself before she comes into view. The only thing that could simultaneously make being stuck in a bunker with death looming overhead better and worse.

Effie fucking Trinket.

It still disconcerts him how almost normal she looks now. Almost. Her eyebrows are near non-existent and her hair – or lack of it as he suspects – a mystery, but she still looks far more human than what he's used to.

There's something wrong about her being in grey though. He can see it, how she misses the colours, that tiny light in her that has gone out. District 13 has almost everything but it doesn't have beauty. He wonders if she would laugh at him if he tried to tell her that to him she's the one exception to that statement. She makes no secret of how hideous she thinks she is now so he's fairly sure she would think he was mocking her and slap him.

Definitely best to keep such foolishly sentimental thoughts to himself, especially when she's meanwhile spotted him and is heading his way.

"Move over then," she sniffs once she's standing in front of him, and he narrows his eyes at her before doing as he's told and shifting so that there's room for her to sit beside him on the edge of the mattress.

"You couldn't find someone else to annoy?" Being a dick to her is a reflex more than anything else. Can't have her thinking he's gone soft. In reality he would much rather share the bunk set with her than anyone other person in Thirteen.

Effie just rolls her eyes at him, and he gets the idea that if she'd had a fan or something of the sort she would be whacking him with it. "We're in a bunker waiting to be bombed, this would be a good a time as any to make an effort to not be so rude."

"Bite me, Princess," he snaps.

They lapse into silence that lasts at least a minute.

"You know, it's funny. I'm not used to being scared," she says quietly, not looking at him but merely straight ahead, "Not when I can show it and I don't have to smile."

"What?"

"I know what you might have thought of me and those I worked with, but we weren't complete idiots, Haymitch, we noticed when people who made mistakes went missing. Just as I could never comprehend what you went through in the games, you could never comprehend having to smile all the brighter when you know poison is only one mistake away."

Her words chill him almost to the core. He knows she's not stupid, that so much of her optimism is an act, but he'd always thought it only went as far as her knowing that her job was wrong and that she helped deliver children to their deaths.

She looked her potential executioners in the eye and smiled, on a near constant basis, he realises, and a strange new respect for the ridiculous woman takes up residence in him. And it irks him because it was so much easier when he had a good reason to dislike her and dismiss her as a Capitol butterfly.

When he doesn't offer an immediate reply she keeps talking, possibly due to nerves or possibly because it's what she's good at.

"Of course, at least I knew that if I were to die there it would be dignified," she babbles, "As opposed to being blown up which is just all manner of ghastly-"

Haymitch wordlessly lets his hand move to cover hers where it rests on the mattress between them. She goes quiet and finally looks at him, her eyes rather wide and soft in their fear. In so many ways she's like a child in all of this, but at the same time she's the furthest from it, she's lost her entire way of life and every familiar part of her world.

He at least belongs in a shitty bunker. She never will, she's a fucking annoying ray of sunshine that gives you sunburn, but you'd miss if it was gone. (And he would never admit to just how glad he is that she's here.)

That's when he registers that she's started talking again and he doesn't even want to listen to find out what about, he just needs her to shut up.

"Princess, your mouth is talking, you might wanna look to that," he murmurs, and she purses her lips.

"Well, perhaps if you contributed more to the conversation I wouldn't need to," she says airily. "Or do you only know how to socialise when you have alcohol in your system?"

He isn't sure if that should annoy him, but his lips quirk so he supposes it doesn't. "I thought I didn't know how to socialise anyway."

Effie lets out a funny sort of choked laugh. "Well, no. You don't. But I've forgiven you for that."

He lifts an eyebrow at that but she just looks down at their connected hands and slowly but deliberately entwines her fingers with his. He makes no move to stop her.

"What will happen, Haymitch?" She asks. "If we win. What happens…after?"

"What do you mean?"

"What will you do?"

It's not something he's ever stopped to think about and the question throws him for a moment. But then he shrugs and says what is likely the truth. "I'll go home and finally get to enjoy some good liquor again."

She snorts in a way that's less dignified than what he would expect of her. "Of course." Then she pauses before saying, very quietly, "It's occurred to me that I won't have – that I'd like to be near the kids. They're near you, and your house has a couple of spare rooms that would be more than adequate-"

For a moment he's too stunned to speak. "Eff, are you asking me if you can move in?"

She blinks at him. "No. I was telling you that I intend to."

"Telling me? It's my goddamn house!"

"Yes, and I'd like to see you try and keep me out of it now that I've decided I'm going to stay there," she retorts, holding his gaze with the determination that is her finest quality, "Someone's got to keep you from drinking yourself into an early grave and I already have experience in the area."

"Fucking hell, this is my punishment for everything I've done ever," he groans.

"Yes, I rather suppose it is," she says with a smirk.

They bicker and argue for some time on the subject before finding other things to bicker and argue about. They are Effie and Haymitch after all – being at odds with each other is their natural state of being.

But then the bombs hit. The bunker shakes and the first time it happens Effie screams along with several others in the large room, but her scream is by far the loudest and shrillest. Thankfully no one seems too interested in seeing where it came from because everyone is too focused on eyeing the ceiling with worry.

Effie clasps her hands in her lap and fixes her eyes on them. She's uncommonly quiet as the attack continues, but Haymitch sees her flinch at every impact.

There is something so wrong about Effie Trinket being quiet. She barely resembles the woman he would sleep with annually when their tributes lost only to resume hating the next morning. And it's not just Effie being quiet, the real kicker in it all is Effie being real. Not a Capitol Barbie, but someone who had been just as screwed over by the government as him.

When everyone crowds to watch the stupid fucking cat chase the light from the torch in Katniss's hands, Haymitch takes advantage of the darkness and lies down across the bottom bunk to potentially get some shut eye (though with the imminent bombs and lack of liquor, it's unlikely). Effie hesitates for a moment before joining him, and the damned bunks are so small that he's against the wall and her legs are all but tangled with his.

"Excuse me," he grumbles, "Think you'll find this is my bunk. Get up on the top one if you wanna sleep."

"Shut up, Haymitch," she whispers, and when her fingers knot in his cardigan he doesn't argue. Not when she's close that he can smell her – her and not the disgusting flowery perfumes she had worn back in the capitol.

Her nose is touching his and her breath is warm on his cheek and god he wants to touch her more than anything in the whole damn world.

"Definitely like you better when you look and smell like a human being," he murmurs.

"Definitely like you better sober and smelling like a human being instead of a bottle of whiskey."

His hand moves to cup her cheek and pull her that little bit closer so that he can kiss her. A proper kiss, one that's actually somewhat tender and affectionate, in a roundabout sort of way. Any kiss they've exchanged before now was only a precursor to needy and hateful sex, and this couldn't be more different.

It's real. Just like she is. (Even though it shouldn't be, and she shouldn't be, by the very laws of nature.)

The kiss lingers too long, but he doesn't want it to end and there's not exactly anywhere for him to move.

"Haymitch," Effie breathes in a way that pulls on his heart as much as it turns him on.

"I know, Eff," he replies, letting his hand sweep down the line of her shoulder and arm, "I-"

She's kissing him again before he can get another word out, and this kiss is more forceful, more like their old ones but still entirely different because it's driven by bizarre genuine connection and not messy grief.

But it's heartening to know that the fire that initially drew him to her isn't gone. That spark between them is still there.

Another bomb falls and this one feels so much closer than all the others. Their lips part and Effie instinctively curls into him, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder and whimpering.

"It's okay, Princess," he finds himself saying as he wraps an arm around her, "We're okay."

What calms him is the thought of going home when it's all done. Despite his initial opposition to the idea, the image of having Effie around his house every day for the rest of forever, with her stupid voice and her ability to annoy the ever living hell out of him without even trying, is something that actually nearly makes him grin a little even though it should make him want to run for the hills.

Of all the people in Panem, it had to be fucking Effie Trinket, he thinks, inwardly shaking his head, I had to get attached to the queen of nagging and manners and fashion. Still, at least I'll never be bored. Not even when she's lecturing me, because she's hilarious when she's angry.

It might never make sense, but the two of them will always fit. Somehow, against all logic of the universe.

He always has liked going against expectations. He just hadn't intended to go so completely against his own.

#hayffie #trinkernathy #haymitch x effie #effie x haymitch #thg #mockingjay #mockingjay part 1 #thg movies #thg fanfic #hayffie fanfic #hayffie oneshot #my oneshots #my fanfics

[merlockianhead]

Am I the only one who thinks trinkernathy sounds much better than hayffie?

#hayffie #the hunger games #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #trinkernathy #elizabeth banks #woody harrelson

[jackkennedysdaiquiris-blog]

Abernathy...

Never try to tell me that Elizabeth Banks isn't one of the biggest Haymitch/Effie shippers.

#elizabeth banks #hayffie #trinkernathy #haymitch/effie #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #gail abernathy-mckadden #shipper #otp #fangirl

[firstdragonlady]

Anybody have any oneshot prompts or character study requests while I battle writer's block?

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #trinkernathy #grace rants #lullabyfineline #to be clear i have writer's block for chapter 83 so we're good #there won't be any update delays for a good long while #future grace was looking out for past grace #it can also be in the fine line universe if you so desire #or it can be a one-off oneshot to add to shut up sweetheart #ask box is open

[flutteringphalanges]

For the first time in his life, Haymitch Abernathy found himself a stranger in his own home. The once dimly light, untidied household was now so heavily decorated with various strings of lights, ornaments, and other Christmas paraphernalia, it was beginning to feel more like a retail shop than his living quarters. The lumberman attempted to confine himself to the living room, squashed in a small armchair as his field of vision was clouded with the luminous reds and greens that lit up in the branches of the evergreen tree. How he despised the holidays. If not for the mere joyousness of it, then for the explosive interior and exterior decorating that everyone-including himself now-put into it. How he couldn't wait for the new year.

"You look as if you could use a hot cocoa!"

((Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated!! Thanks guys! -Jen))

#hayffie #Effie Trinket #Haymitch Abernathy #trinkernathy

[dont-takemymusicaway]

The first chapter to what could be a four chapter series. I hope you all enjoy it!!!

#hayffie #trinkernathy #effie trinket #mama effie #haymitch #papa haymitch #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #fanfiction

[youflatterme]

HAYFFIE PROMPT:

Haymitch and Effie aren't dating yet, and Haymitch accidentally calls Effie 'Maysilee'. Take it from there however you'd like.

THE FIRST ONE TO LIKE THIS CLAIMS IT.

#hayffie #prompt #heffie #trinkernathy #aberinket #effmitch #hayeffie

[hayffie-ever-in-your-favor]

We Are A Team- A Hayffie Catching Fire Fanmix

001. Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy || 002. Lies- Marina and the Diamonds || 003. Picture- Kid Rock ft. Sheryl Crow || 004. Ours- Taylor Swift || 005. You and I- Ingrid Michaelson || 006. The Saltwater Room- Owl City || 007. Cowboys and Angels- Dustin Lynch || 008. The Thought Gives Me The Creeps- Hellogoodbye || 009. The Show- Lenka || 010. Save the Last Dance for Me- Michael Bublé

Listen

#Hayffie #Fanmix #Haymitch Abernathy #Effie Trinket #Trinkernathy #Catching Fire #Hunger Games #THG #HaymitchEffie #Haymitch #Effie

[ihadalovelytime]

Reading Consortium, listening to D'arline and Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars...

Who here's excited for Haymitch to have the realization that Effie's it for him?

*excitedly waves hand*

Me. ME!

#consortium #allonsysilvertongue #hayffie #trinkernathy

[azaleabrickshire]

The Punishment

Summary: This is how she became an Escort of Twelve. She was just punished to make the mentor fall in love with her.

I hope you'll like it! ;D

.Elle.

“I know what you did, Ms. Trinket.” His elbows rested on top of the wooden table with his hands clasped loosely. His back was comfortably laid on the black leather chair. His eyes were pointed at the man who was tightly grasping her arm. “Release her,” he said in a calm but authoritative voice.

The man did what he was told and pushed her forward so roughly that she fell on her hands and knees. She glared at him through the honey blonde curtain of her curls and gritted her teeth.

He sat still from his position while watching the man closed the door. When the door clicked shut, he commanded her. “Stand up, Ms. Trinket.” And she did do what he said because she knew what would happen to her if she didn’t.

She stood up with grace and poise, letting him know that she was still, indeed, a Capitol citizen despite the things that she knew because of her little act. “What did you know, Mr. President?” she challenged. If she was about to die, then, she would die fighting.

“Ahh,” he smirked, “Is that a fire I see inside a small little thing like you?” he mused. “Trinket,” he let the word rolled on his tongue. He liked the sound of it. “A small thing of little value,” he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, “Perfect definition of you.”

Her blood was boiling. She didn’t like where this was going but she stayed frozen from where she stood.

“Hmm...” he scratched his chin and his fingers stayed there. He knew that there was a small spark building inside this young woman in front him and that had to be vanquished. He was intending to kill her but seeing her beautiful face and figure, he knew exactly where to put her.

“You will enter the Game school,” her eyebrows creased. This was not the punishment that she expected. The Game school was for the elite and only a few where chosen every year. She didn’t go there because she wasn’t qualified. She didn’t go there because she really wanted to pursue Architecture. Hearing his, she knew that there was more to it.

He noted that she didn’t seem to be fazed by it.”You will enter the Escort program and you will apply to be the Escort of District 12.”

She didn’t understand the correlation of what she did to the punishment that she was receiving. It was well-known that nobody won from that District since Haymitch Abernathy, the Capitol bad boy. She thought that he was a clever good-looking man who always made a mess in his interviews but lately, he got a reputation of being a drunk. Working with a handsome drunk wouldn’t be that bad, she thought.

“Your punishment is this,” she narrowed her eyes, listening to every word that he said. “You,” he pointed at her, “will make him fall in love with you.” He shrugged as if that was very easy to do.

Her lips slightly parted. She absolutely didn’t expect that. She heard rumors but they were bad, really bad. Some people gone missing and then sometimes, they became Avoxes as a reminder to the citizens about the Government’s power.

“Why?” she managed to choked out.

“Let’s just say that I need to put a leash on him.” His mouth turned bitter at the thought of the young man who outsmarted them.

Her voice was cold. She felt like she was treading shark infested waters. “What if I fell in love with him?” Somehow, she thought that, that was her punishment... to fell in love with this victor.

“Oh you will,” He grinned. “I’m counting on that, Effie.” Her face fell but before she could say another word, the man grasped her arm again and led her to the door. But before the door closed, “There will be consequences if you will not do what I said.” The last thing that she saw was him burning a picture... her family picture in their mantelpiece.

---.

She woke up on her bed with him beside her, fully clothed. This was the first time that they slept on the same bed and they just slept with him holding her as she cried over the very sweet female tribute who almost won the Games by hiding in a cave.

She combed the dirty blonde strands of his hair with her fingers and admired his face. The once handsome, clean-shaven face of a young man was now owned by a ruggedly-looking victor with a two-day stubble and eyes deep with sorrow.

Her hand fell on his cheek and her thumb rubbed his rough stubble. She kissed his lips, longer than just a peck on the lips but more innocent than their personal definition of kissing. As she watched him flutter his eyes open, there was a weird feeling of warmth in the pit of her stomach that she could decipher.

He was blinking and saw her face that was only an inch beside him. He tighten his hold of her waist and smiled, “Good morning, sweetheart.”

She felt the warmth in her cheeks. She must be blushing. The feeling of his arm around her made her insides twist. The sound of his gruff morning voice spread warmth in her whole being. She was beginning to wonder if she was starting to fall for him but she knew that she couldn’t let that happen. She knew that he can never love her. She tried her best to make him fall in love with her but in the end, it was the other way around. She was falling for him. She knew how broken he was. She knew that he wouldn’t let himself love again.

She will always be in that area where he wanted her but can never love her while she was on the other side of not wanting him but still pathetically loving him.

She understood now what her punishment was. It hurt so damn much to be with the one you love and not be with him at the same time.

But the real punishment was that she didn’t know that he was falling for her but he can’t do anything about it because Snow will hurt her or kill her, just to set him straight. He would rather let her think that their relationship was purely physical and nothing else so he can protect her.

It was a mad a risky idea but it worked. They were both miserable.

#HayFfie #Hayffie fanfiction #hayffie fanfic #hayffie fic #trinkernathy #haymitch abernathy #haymitch and effie #effie and haymitch #effie trinket

[firstdragonlady]

Alone in the control room while watching his Tributes during the Third Quarter Quell, Haymitch hears the jabberjays Snow programmed just for Haymitch Abernathy. Hayffie. Drabble.

Part 5 of my Shut Up, Sweetheart series.

If you're extra curious, you can find the unedited version from way back when here.

#hayffie #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x effie #trinkernathy #effie trinket #thg #the hunger games #ao3 #lullabyfineline

[flutteringphalanges]

Effie gets a ring stuck on her finger and Haymitch has to help figure out how to get it off. I just imagine Effie going, "ouch! ouch! OUCH, Haymitch!" And Haymitch becoming so fed up, he threatens to chop off her finger if that would mean they'd get the ring off.

#hayffie #mini headcanons #Effie Trinket #Haymitch Abernathy #trinkernathy