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A very Hayffie story. Part 1

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Haymitch Abernathy never expected to see Effie Trinket again. After the war, after all they’d lost, he’d figured Effie would return to the Capitol’s glittering embrace, leaving District 12 and its scars far behind. He wouldn’t have blamed her—Effie had always belonged to a world of order, polish, and poise, not the rubble-strewn chaos that was his home. But here she was, standing at the edge of his overgrown garden, her bright blonde wig replaced by her natural hair, now soft and streaked with grey.

Five years had passed since the war ended. Haymitch had spent most of it rebuilding—not just District 12, but himself. He’d finally stopped drinking (mostly), and while his house still creaked with loneliness, he’d become a quiet constant in the district. He helped plant crops, repair homes, and occasionally mentor lost souls who couldn’t shake the horrors of what they’d seen. Effie, though, had disappeared into the Capitol. He’d heard whispers of her working with a cultural restoration programme, trying to preserve art and history after the chaos Snow had left behind. He figured that suited her.

“Effie,” he said, the word foreign on his tongue.

Her lips curved into a nervous smile. “Hello, Haymitch.” Her voice was softer than he remembered, no trace of the clipped formality she used to wield like a weapon. “I wasn’t sure you’d be… well, home.”

“I live here, don’t I?” He gestured to the house behind him, though it was clear Effie had already noticed its peeling paint and ramshackle porch. “What brings you to this side of Panem?”

Effie hesitated, fidgeting with the belt of her fitted winter coat. It was of course still designer but a far cry from the extravagant outfits she used to parade. “I’m working on a project for the districts. Restoring lost traditions. I… I wanted to see Twelve again. To see what’s left. To see you.”

Haymitch blinked, caught off guard by her honesty. “Well, you’ve seen me,” he said gruffly, then softened when her expression fell. “Want to come inside? I’ve got bread… though you might want to avoid the butter. It’s a bit questionable.”

Her laugh startled them both, light and warm in the quiet afternoon. “Bread sounds lovely, questionable butter and all.”

Inside, Haymitch watched her take in the house. Effie Trinket, always so perfect, now sitting in his mismatched kitchen, sipping tea from an old tin mug. She told him about the Capitol—how hollow it had felt in the years after the war, how she’d tried to find meaning in rebuilding a city she no longer recognised. She confessed she’d been scared to return to District 12, scared of what it would stir up.

“And yet, here you are,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Still full of surprises.”

Effie met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with something he couldn’t quite name. “I suppose I missed the one thing that never belonged to the Capitol.”

His throat tightened. “Effie…”

“I missed you, Haymitch.”

The words hung between them, fragile and brave. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed her too—her nagging, her sharp wit, the way she’d always managed to coax the best out of him when he was at his worst.

“You picked a hell of a time to tell me,” he muttered, but there was no anger in his voice.

She smiled faintly. “Well, I figured five years was long enough to wait.”

Haymitch stepped closer, the barriers he’d built around himself beginning to crumble. “You staying long, Trinket?”

“A few days, perhaps more…” she replied

“You know there’s a storm due tonight” He warned. Noticing her thin designer winter coat and heeled boots “Heavy snow…”

“Then we best catch up quick” she smirked “My things are at the Inn, I’ll head back in an hour or two”

“An hour or two huh?” Haymitch chuckled “Could get snowed in in that time… you could end up staying the night with me”

Effie blinked at his brashness. Ever the flirt, but nothing had changed. Nothing had ever happened and probably never would.

“Well, wouldn’t that be something” she smiled, wandering past him towards his living room.

He caught her scent as she passed. Lavender and jasmine oil, it almost made his mouth water.

He prayed the storm would roll in quick. A couple of hours was not going to cut it.

End of Part 1

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Haymitch: *hanging in a doorway* Still pissed because I said I didn't like your dress?

Effie: Pissed? *lowers the paperwork in her hand* Not in the slightest.

Haymitch: *spits a laugh and prepares to walk away*

Effie: I'd say more disappointed *continues to read*

Haymitch: *stopping in his tracks* Dissapointed, hmm? How so?

Effie: Well, Haymitch, any other time, whenever there's something you don't like, you have it removed...

Haymitch: *Stops breathing*

Effie: *Glancing at her dress* Oh look at that. Still present. *makes eye contact* Like I said. Such a Dissapointment.

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Sorry. Not sorry.

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Haymitch: If we win tonight, I'll kiss you, Trinket.

Effie: Why do I get punished if we win?

Haymitch: *walks away*

Effie: *catches up with him* and if we lose?

Haymitch: ...

Effie: It'll take more than one kiss to make me feel better.

Haymitch: *blinks*

Effie: *walking away* You'll just have to ravish me

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Hello. Am I back? Am I returning? Do I have some things to write. Perhaps. Has my writing got any better? (After reading some of my old fics, dear god, I hope so) We can only hope. Damn, I've missed this. WTS

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How's the fandom doing?

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A part of us knew we would always be in each others lives.

Why?

Because it felt empty when one of us was not there.

Our first kiss, was an unexpected one.

He went with the moment and I let him.

But then we'd said goodbye.

Now, 15 years later, we share another last kiss. The last kiss as two separate souls.

We wed in secret.

We will tell everyone soon. But for now. We want to share this moment and reminisce over the last 15 years that actually got us here.

That's another story entirely. Maybe we will share it someday.

"I now pronounce you Mr & Mrs Abernathy, you may kiss your bride"

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**image created with AI, use it as you wish just bring back Hayffie goddamnit!**

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I thought this would be a great place to ask...

I'm looking to make an advent calendar of books for my friend for Christmas. She loves fantasy, apocalyptic, vampire, witch, wizardry, adventure and horror books! Can anyone please comment with recommendations? Like books on par with Hunger Games, Harry Potter, LOTR, Twilight series etc... she's already read all of the above 😆

Thank you so much in advance!

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Well, I have been away for quite sometime.

But sometimes, you just need to revisit an old ship.

Anyone read The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes yet? Did you rate the ending!?? Intrigued to see what they do in the movie...

In the meantime, AI is cool isn't it? Or is it frightening?

I'm unsure, but for now, AI helped make this. Enjoy

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In that cabin

Nightfall.

Daryl walked back in after being with his thoughts outside.

Carol had made a pillow out of her pack and was lying on the floor, facing the wall.

"There's a bed through there" Daryl murmered "Take it"

Carol turned around with a look that could kill

"I cant sleep in there"

Daryl was caught off guard. How had that offering offended her

Was the bed not to her liking? Was a mattress and blankets not the desired sleep aid anymore

"Fine!"

He didn't have the patience to argue. He walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Thats when it hit him.

Carol mumbled to herself about his stupidity. She poked aggressively at the wall infront of her, imagining it was his face.

"Take the fucking bed?" she grumbled "is he an idiot?"

She heard footsteps behind her and brought her hand to her mouth

"Why?" Daryl asked.

Carol did not turn around this time.

"Tell me why?"

"Why what?"

"Tell me why you can't sleep in there"

For a second Carol thought 'is he REALLY that dumb?' But she knew he wasn't. He was testing her.

"Why don't you tell me why?" She fired back, glaring at the wall, charged by her nerves.

He hovered. He wanted to say it. She wanted to say it. Why was neither of them saying it.

"You're on first watch so sit up" he deadpanned, before closing the door once again.

And that was the night that Darly and Carol still didn't talk about their feelings.

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How beautiful was 'Find Me' *SPOILER ALERT* if you haven't yet watched it.

That entire scene between Carol & Daryl. You know which one... the one that broke our hearts 💕

I like Leah. Im surprised but happy that Daryl had some sort of relationship whilst Carol was with Ezekiel but he could never truly be in love with Leah. I think he liked her alot, but until he figured out what his relationship with Carol is going to be, he won't be able to fall in love... bc he's in love with her and he just can't admit it. I think Daryl is more scared of Carol rejecting him than the other way around.

Anyways. Thats my ramblings on the matter. Im so happy TWD is back but im devastated we are only getting one more season. I pray they make a ton of movies and did AK confirm a Carol/Daryl spin off???

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And in the morning he awoke with her glitter on his pillow...

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Its been a very long time since I've been on here.

But Christmas always reminds me of my Hayffie loves.

Happy Holidays tumblers, here's abit of Christmas Hayffie 🎄

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'There was a knock at the door...'

"Merry Christmas, Haymitch. May I come in?"

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*my brain* Carol really wants to hurt Alpha.

*my brain* But the only way to ever hurt that woman would be to hurt lydia...?

*my brain* She could always get more walkers, a new Beta, recruit more skin freaks...but...never a new Lydia.

*my brain* All this carol and Daryl tension, if they get together this season, the angst would be over...that's why chris Carter never officially let Mulder and Scully get together...he just tortured us for years...yet, we watched on. Hoping and waiting. Every season!

*my brain* fking writers are awful and clever

*my brain* Carol's going to kill lydia in front of Alpha

*me* No! Shut up brain! Daryl would never ever forgive her. Hed love her but never forgive.

*my brain* it's going to happen. Our duo will be split apart once again by Carol's actions. Carol's going to kill Lydia.

*me* god damn it

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*also my brain* Also, she might look to kill lydia, infront of everyone, Alpha crumbles, carol kills alpha, Daryls heart breaks, daryl runs away and then end of the season Carol brings alive Lydia out of hiding and was like, 'gotcha!'

Thoughts???

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I still believe in Caryl. 🤞🏻

Re-blog this if you believe still in Caryl. 😉

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Hi guys :)

So I know this was promised a month ago - I apologize profusely for my lateness - but here’s a reunion of sorts that our babies deserve/d. Not  the real thing, obviously (when that ever transpires who knows) but something. <3

Also, I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for alllllllllll the lovely messages I’ve received in the past couple of months. I was sent about 60 pm’s (!!!) with such supportive, kind comments.  I can’t thank you guys enough for taking the time to send them. <3 You’re all so sweet. And I love you and miss you all so much. <3 thankyouthankyouthankyou!

One other thing; a lot of people have been asking what’s going on and my feelings regarding twd so I thought I’d give an update on the inner workings of my brain atm. Imma put it under a cut, though, so I don’t clog up your dash. :)

Keep reading

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hi guys. :P well I couldn’t sleep again last night. you know what that means. lol. I’m sorry again for all the manip spamming but I have to go somewhere in about 10 minutes so you’ll have a rest for a few days. (I think.) 

anyway, just thought I’d leave this here before I go. :)

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Season 10 |Caryl Bed Sharing|

Don’t fade to black.

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@misselise8311

Still on my TWD re watch. I'm mid to end of season 5.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT DARYL STILL HAS CARYLS HEADSCARF IN HIS BACK POCKET FROM WHEN HE THOUGHT SHE HAD BEEN EATEN BY A WALKER AT THE PRISON!!!!!!!!!!

True. Fcking. Love.

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Still on my TWD re watch. I'm mid to end of season 5.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT DARYL STILL HAS CARYLS HEADSCARF IN HIS BACK POCKET FROM WHEN HE THOUGHT SHE HAD BEEN EATEN BY A WALKER AT THE PRISON!!!!!!!!!!

True. Fcking. Love.