If we’re being 100% real about the Haymitch/Effie kiss, the best part wasn’t even the kiss. The best part was the fact that the kiss was so causal that you just know the two of them have been banging this entire time.
Perhaps this is cheating, but since it fits both the Capitol Treats prompt (sort of) for @everlarkedalways‘ #merryeverlark for Dec 12th and the Snow prompt for @loveinpanem‘s Dec 13th challenge, I’m tagging both. Also, I’m posting at a time when it’s technically the 12th where I am but it’s the 13th almost everywhere else. Lol. Thank you, lovely ladies for running these events and keeping the fandom alive. That last bit needs to be said in your best Haymitch voice. ;-)
This is not beta’d and was written rather hastily, so all mistakes are entirely mine. And I need to tag one more person, @ohmakemeahercules, who asked for: “How about Everlark: Peeta recreates the hot chocolate recipe from the Capitol?” Thank you, dear, I appreciate the prompt! <3
The snow storm arrived with no warning, several weeks earlier in the year than usual, dropping three feet of thick powder onto the ground of District Twelve, and trapping its residents inside their homes. As several made attempts to leave their newly built homes for their various jobs in the early hours of the morning, they discovered how ill-equipped they were. District Twelve had plenty of shovels for construction, pointed and spade shaped for breaking ground, but few people had ordered flat edged snow shovels yet.
Each of the Twelve houses of Victor’s Village came equipped with a fully furnished garden shed. Not that Victors were expected to perform such remedial tasks as gardening or shoveling snow from their walkways. Generally speaking, they could afford to hire someone to do it for them. But the Victors of Twelve had never been just your average Victor.
They started their mornings much as they had all done for the past few months. Peeta rose early, gently kissing Katniss’ forehead and brushing aside her hair to ask if she wanted breakfast before she went into the woods. On a gloomy day with snow blanketing the earth, Katniss tended to prefer the comfort of her bed, though. Such a day made her think too much about where she spent her last winter.
Effie’s journey to 13 had been anything but pleasant. It had all gone so fast. Too fast. One moment they were watching the Games, ready to see, for the first time in more than a decade, a victory for 12. The next thing she knew Haymitch harsly grabbed her by the elbow and lead her to a ship in which she was to escape the Capitol with him. There was no time to argue. No time to explain. And honestly no choice in it for her to begin with, because Haymitch had physically forced her onto the ship.
Her nerves were getting the best of her, as she visibly shaking burried her head in her hands to stop the other passengers from seeing the tears in her eyes. What was going on? Why had Haymitch not at least warned her this was going to happen, as it was surely all planned ahead? Why was he not here now? Where were they going?