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Oracle, Come In

Tim thought he was being reasonable. 

“Just a quick lone patrol! Please B! You won’t even notice I’m gone!” He begs, offering up his best puppy dog eyes, courtesy of Dick’s teachings. 

But Batman’s lips remain a thin, impenetrable line. “No.” The word isn’t spoken so much as it is barked, a simple order. A command. 

Tim scowls, mask crinkling with annoyance. “But-!” He tries, maybe going for the logical approach, after all, this is Batman he’s talking to, but Bruce cuts him off with a quick flick of his wrist, like he’s dismissing Tim or something. “

No, Robin! And that is final. It’s too dangerous alone.” He turns, tugging out his grapple line. 

‘End of discussion.’ Tim mocks in his head, but doesn't dare say aloud. What’s the point? It’s not like Bruce is going to change his mind. He’s stupidly strict over stuff like this. 

It doesn't matter that Tim has been Robin for over a year, now. Doesn't matter that they’ve already basically finished patrol and are going to head home now anyway, so most crime has been dealt with. Doesn't matter that Dick is also home and patrolling, so things are doubly safe. 

No. None of that matters. Bruce still doesn't trust him to go off on his own. To try to spread his wings a little without the lurking bat. 

“Robin?” Bruce’s voice is sharp. Commanding. Tim cringes, looking up from where he’d been scowling at the rooftop. Batman’s white lenses narrow at him, displeasure practically emanating from the man. “Yes, Batman?” Tim returns sulkily, uncaring that he sounds childish. If Bruce is going to treat him like a child, then he is damn sure gonna act the part, that’s for certain.

“Home. Now.” Batman growls, and his tone offers no room for argument. 

Tim scowls harder. “Right.” He agrees, smiling maliciously. “Of course, Your Darkness. I’ll make sure to head home straight away. Wouldn’t want the Estate to gather dust with my absence, would we?” He drops off the roof before he can see Bruce flinch back, before he can witness the effect of his words. Fine. If Bruce wants him to go home so desperately, he will. 

He’ll go to the Drake Estate and he’ll stay there, until Bruce either ferrets him out or apologizes. It’ll likely be the former, but Tim doesn't much care. He’s too angry, now. The anger might die by the time Bruce’ll come for him, but it’s not dead now. It feels better than it should, the fact that he knows Bruce is guaranteed to come for him, even if he’s not going to apologize. 

“Wow.” A comm line crackles to life in his ear, and Dick’s ringing laughter rings out, clear and true, as Tim finally fires off his grapple gun, as close to the ground as he dares- because he knows Bruce won't leave until he hears it, and wants the man to feel as much panic as possible before alleviating it- moving towards the Drake Estate. “You’re ballsy, little brother.” Dick cackles, utterly delighted by Tim’s moves towards Bruce.

Despite himself, Tim finds his lips twitching upwards too. “Is he following me?” He mutters, not daring a glance behind him.

“Nah.” Dick returns, still chortling. “He won’t. B is many things, but he’s not a total asshole. He’ll give you your space. You’ve drawn a line and he’ll respect it… for now.” It shouldn't feel so good to have Dick confirm that Bruce will follow him. That he will come for him.

“Yeah.” Tim agrees, smiling lightly. “Great.” A wonderful, terrible idea overtakes him. “Okay, N. I’ll catch you tomorrow or something.” He tries to dismiss his brother quickly, glancing around. “See ya.”

He can practically feel Dick’s grin. “Gotcha, Robin! See you tomorrow. Sleep in late or something, y’know? Really make him feel your absence.”

Tim laughs, feet tripping over themselves a little as he lands on the nearest roof, catching his breath. “I gotchu. Bye.” He murmurs cheerfully, and switches off his comms. 

~

Up in the Clocktower, Barbara Gordon leaned over her computer, squinting at the screen.

“Okay, Oracle. I’m heading back to the Manor.” Bruce informs her stiffly, and she can practically hear him tense, anticipating a lecture. But Barbara’s in no mood to argue about his parenting styles. Not tonight.

“I'll see you in the morrow, B. Try to get some sleep, yeah? Oh, and actually apologize, this time. Don’t just order him to work with you again.” Okay, so maybe she is in the mood. Just a little.

Bruce huffs a sigh back at her, but she knows he’s nodding. “Noted, O. Thank you.” Barbara laughs, offering him a two finger salute even if she knows he cant see it. He can feel it, and that’s all that matters.

“Not a problem, Batman. Over and out.” His voice brims with a smile as he answers.

“Over and out, Batgirl. See you tomorrow.” She refuses to smile at the old name, but allows her lips a brief moment of exercise before moving to lock down the computer for the night.

Tonight was deliciously slow, and even though she agrees with Bruce that Tim shouldn’t be out on the streets alone, she still would have gone about it a different way. Still, it’s not her place. Not yet, anyway.

She bites back a yawn, rubbing a hand over her eyes as she stretches back in her chair, letting out a sated sigh. “Nothing better than a good nights work.” She murmurs to herself with a grin, spinning her wheelchair towards the elevator so she can head home.

She’s almost reached it when the speaker crackles, drawing her attention back to the desk. “B?” She offers, frowning, and rolls back slightly. “Nightwing?” The speaker sputters again, distorted and scratchy.

“B? This isn't funny.” She warns, but rolls back over to the desk anyway, starting up the computer to try and clear up the signal and check the boys’s trackers.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she beholds the blinking red dot that is Tim.

“Oracle, come in, can you hear me?” The speaker explodes to life and Barbara heaves a breath of relief, keys clacking as she switches tabs, finger pressing the comm button.

“O here, I read you Robin.” She murmurs back, other hand darting to alert Bruce that his bird has flown the nest. There’s no answer from Tim, and Barbara’s frown deepens for a second, before the comm line activates again.

“Oracle, anyone, can you hear me?” His voice is bordering on panicked, but still controlled.

“I hear you, Robin, loud and clear.” Barbara repeats, firm and loud, but again, there’s no answer. Panic bites her throat.

“I’m heading to his location now.” Dick reports promptly, grim, firm, and disconnects before she can say hurry. He knows. They all know.

“All comm lines active, can you hear me?” Tim says again, breathing heavy, and Barbara bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, routing coordinates to Bruce and Dick, the formers tracking device moving so quickly Barbara is almost certain he’s breaking every law ever created.

“I read you Robin. Loud and clear.” She repeats dutifully, resisting the urge to scream at Bruce, at Dick. Hurry. They all know. They won’t lose another Robin. Not today.

“Anyone,” Tim is sobbing now, breathing labored and wet, ragged as the sounds of gunshots reaches her ears through the speakers. “Come in.” he pleads, and there's nothing Barbara can do, nothing but press down that little button that lets them talk, that button that is supposed to connect them, and repeat.

“I can hear you, Robin. I’m here.” 

~

“Move! Dammit!” Bruce snarls, spinning the wheel as he flies down the unpaved roads of Gotham, swerving around the few lone cars that still straggle around at this time of night.

“I’m almost to him.” Dick murmurs in his ear, his eldest son’s voice more soothing than anything.

“Hurry.” Barbara bites out, and Bruce knows the word has been pressing on her for a while. Neither Dick nor he responds, but his foot grows heavier on the gas pedal.

It's pure luck he’d reached the Batmobile when Barbara had alerted him Tim had, in fact, not chosen to go home, but was instead down by the docks, patrolling by himself.

“Dammit Tim.” Bruce grumbles, but he can’t fight the rising panic welling in him. He won’t lose another Robin. He won’t.

“I’m at the warehouse.” Dick mutters, and relief, cascading like a wave, breaks over Bruce. He sucks in a breath and his lungs devour the air greedily, hungry for absolution.

“He’s stopped asking.” Barbara’s voice is deceptively light, but Bruce can read her underlying panic as easily as he can his own.

His tires scream as he screeches to a stop, but Bruce hardly lets them cool before he’s leaping from his seat, flying up the stairs into the warehouse.

Four men await him, each with a gun in hand, but Bruce moves on autopilot, and they’re down before they even have the chance to scream. Tim must have stumbled right into a gang meet up, because it’s like that down almost every hall before Bruce finally reaches the place that Tim’s tracker beeps from.

“Robin?” He whispers gently, pushing open the door carefully. Tim is silent, eyes wide, mouth covered by a gloved hand, pistol pressed against his temple.

“One more step and the birdie gets it.” The man threatens, and Bruce can hear the fear in his voice as plain as day.

“Robin,” Bruce repeats, ignoring the man entirely. “Are you hurt? Tell me you’re okay.” Tim’s eyes are wide with fear, wet with tears, and a roaring starts in Bruce’s ears.

“Don’t you get it, man?” The goon, or whoever he is spits, pistol knocking a little harder against Tim’s head, drawing blood. “One move and-”

“I recommend you let him speak.” Dick’s voice is lethally calm, his appearance so silent that the man startles, gun moving from Tim’s temple to point at him for a moment before resuming it’s placement against the slowly oozing wound.

“What?” The goon is thoroughly confused, panic and fear making his stumbled steps backwards shaky, his grip on Tim tighter.

“Let. My. Brother. Speak.” Dick repeats, slowly, words clipped. “If he cannot reassure my father that he is safe, then you have no chance of survival, my friend.” Dick smiles, the look so eerie and chilling that the goon actually obeys, terrified, hand dropping from Tim’s mouth to wrap around his neck instead.

“I’m sorry.” Tim whispers, the moment he can open his mouth.

“Robin.” Bruce repeats, firm, as Dick hovers around the edges of his periphery, forever watchful of his back. “Are you hurt? Tell me you’re okay.”

Tim’s eyes flit upwards to the man holding him, then back to Bruce’s eyes. He swallows. Dick’s hand on Bruce’s arm keeps the man from moving and ripping Goon’s hands off.

“It wasn't him.” Tim whispers. “I’m sure you got the ones that did it already.”

A low snarl rips from Bruce’s throat. “Your head is bleeding because of him.” He spits. “Your eyes are wet because of him. You are scared, because of him.”

The goon swallows hard, eyes growing wider by the second. “I didn't do shit, man.” He whimpers. “Please, you can take him. Just please let me go.”

It’s all Bruce needs. He’s across the room in a second, gun knocked from the man’s hand in two, a quick swipe to the back of his neck all it takes for him to sag to the floor, unconscious.

Tim’s knees buckle, but Bruce catches him, sweeping him into his arms with ease as he cradles him to his chest. “The warehouse is clean.” Dick reports, eyes thunderous, but stays at Bruce’s side. Does not impart more judgement than the one Bruce has already served.

“Good.” Bruce sweeps past him, and they ride to the Manor together in silence, Tim hissing at every bump and swerve. Bruce’s hands tighten on the wheel with every sound, until the very metal bends under his anger.

Alfred is waiting, already prepared due to Barbara, and Tim goes under quickly.

Bruce changes while the butler works, ordering Dick to do the same, and then they wait, anxious, at Tim’s bedside, for him to wake again.

When he finally does, he flinches back in fear, drawing together. “I'm sorry.” He whispers, miserable, and won’t meet Bruce’s eyes. “I shouldn't have- I’m sorry.” Excuses seem to be too much for him, maybe because he knows there is none.

Bruce lets out a quiet sigh, leaning forward, and takes Tim’s hand in his own. “Tim. Look at me.” The boy raises his head, shameful and afraid, but meets his eyes.

“I’m… yes, I’m angry at you for disobeying me. And getting yourself hurt. But I am not…” He sighs, uncertain of how to both be firm and yet comforting.

“What B is trying to say is that you scared the shit out of him, and don’t do it again.” Dick comes to his rescue, as he so often does.

Tim’s lips twitch with the briefest of smiles. “I’m sorry.” He repeats.

Bruce squeezes his hand. “It’s- well, it’s not alright, but I’m just glad you’re safe, Robin. I’m glad I got to you in time. Please don’t ever do it again, though, Tim. Alright?”

Tim smiles, small and subdued, but nods. “Yeah. Okay.” He agrees. “I won’t.”

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it is farrrr too late, but I did finally get around to writing my "oracle come in" fic, so here it is :) tada!! I am dissappointed in the ending, I do not like it that much, but it's finished and I figured I'd give you all something since it's been too damn long. I hope it lives up to your dreams :)

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When you realize Laurens was actually more Washington’s son than Hamilton(not despite George’s best efforts) so it makes so much more sense as to why he was willing to duel for him. 

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I'm back on my bullshit about Hamilton guys(not that I was ever off it but these things come in waves)

And I just absolutely adore how Christopher Jackson and Lin Manuel Miranda(and the rest of the cast but mainly these two) have absolutely no concept of what a space bubble is or personal space (which, very relatable, I am all over my friends- personal space? who's that? she wasn't invited this is our space)

But anyway-

This means that in like- all of their scenes together(almost) even when- especially when they're not the main focus, Hamilton will literally be touching toes with Washington while they're having a conversation

and Washington will literally step so close to Hamilton to give him orders they're practically brushing shoulders and-

Anyway I just love it so much, really represents Washingdad and Hamilson.

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When you realize Hamilton was like 18-19ish and Lafayette was also 19 when he joined the American army

Poor Washingdad- sorry Washington dealing with these two twins running around yelling in french and english and just ordering him around. Ahhh peak.

I live for the simple domesticity that was them in a war tent. So cute.

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As The World Caves In

A little dark spot we have in the books- we never actually learn how Plutarch and Haymitch survive and make it out of the Capitol together, and so this is my guess of how it happened. Minor Hayffie if you like squint because I had to :)

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I'm an Effie Trinket defender til the day I die but I did actually want to see, canonically, if she's as Queen behavior I have started to view her as, so this is my analysis of every time Katniss mentions Effie in the Hunger Games- I'm only doing book 1 rn but Catching Fire and Mockingjay will be along too-

“as he mimics Effie Trinket, the maniacally upbeat woman who arrives once a year to read out the names at the leaping” -as far as descriptions of people goes, ‘maniacally upbeat’ is not a bad one. Hell, she even describes Haymitch worse than this. I think, coming from Katniss, she could have been much crueler to Effie, but she wasn't. And that says a lot. Both for Effie, and for who Katniss is- but rn we’re focusing on Effie. If she’d done something bad, Katniss would’ve mentioned it. She is not sparse with her hatred for the Capitol. 

“and Effie Trinket, District 12’s escort, fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin, pinkish hair, and spring green suit.” -the ‘scary white grin’ isn’t doing her any favors, but it’s just an observation

“Bright and bubbly as ever, Effie Trinket trots” -this is just amusing to me

“She goes on a bit about what an honor it is to be here, although everyone knows she’s just aching to get bumped up to a better district where they have proper victors, not drunks who molest you in front of the entire nation.” -I do think that maybe Effie says something else akin to this in the books- but currently this is just an opinion. The opinion that District Twelve has of themselves, and what they think others have of them too. Katniss believes she is useless to District Twelve, even though she’s a pillar of the community. So she could very easily be misreading Effie here, we don't know. 

“Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice.” -its funny, Katniss does not call her Effie a single time as so far. She’s only Effie Trinket. Full naming her. Lol. anyway

““Lovely!” says Effie Trinket. “But I believe there’s a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um . . .” she trails off, unsure herself.” -just genuine confusion. That lovely sounds a little fake with the uncertainty that follows it, but we don’t know her yet, lets just see what happens. 

““Well, bravo!” gushes Effie Trinket. “That’s the spirit of the Games!” She’s pleased to finally have a district with a little action going on in it. “What’s your name?”” -again, this is just Katniss’s assumption of Effie, of all Capitol folks, and honestly I see this as Effie trying to keep Katniss focused and be reassuring because Katniss herself says she’s near tears but maybe I’m also just a fan. They all do what they can to stay alive

“Effie Trinket is trying to get the ball rolling again. “What an exciting day!” she warbles as she attempts to straighten her wig” -this, promptly after Haymitch has fallen off stage and taunted the Capitol- the man who she has stood by for twenty plus years now. I’m just sayin…

“Effie Trinket asks for volunteers, but no one steps forward.” -sorry but she’s trying to save Peeta and I just love them two-😭- okay im better

“There are drawers filled with fine clothes, and Effie Trinket tells me to do anything I want, wear anything I want, everything is at my disposal.” -do whatever you want child. It might be your last chance. Ugh Effie. 

“Effie Trinket comes to collect me for supper” -um idk. Just a fact. Yay she’s coming to check up on ma girl! I guess…

““Where’s Haymitch?” asks Effie Trinket brightly.” -checking up on him, probably wants him here so that he can actually be a mentor, but oh well

““Well, it’s been an exhausting day,” says Effie Trinket. I think she’s relieved by Haymitch’s absence, and who can blame her?” -LMAOO Katniss you kill me, but Effie making an excuse to the children why their mentor, the one who’s in charge of keeping them alive isn't there, poor girl. 

“Throughout the meal, Effie Trinket keeps reminding us to save space because there’s more to come” -she’s so experienced. She knows that these kids haven't eaten much and well, and she knows they’re probably chowing down and this is the most they’ve eaten their whole life and she doesn't want them cramping and overloading, getting sick with the sudden abundance of nutrients, and she keeps asking for more courses, more elaborate meals for these kids ahhhh (okay i went off a lil im sorry ill stay close to canon from now on i swear)

““At least, you two have decent manners,” says Effie as we’re finishing the main course. “The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion.”” -um. Okay so this comment. The first part is meant to be a compliment, but I doubt she can openly say it. The comment about last years is interesting and honestly I have no defense. 

“But I hate Effie Trinket’s comment so much I make a point of eating the rest of my meal with my fingers. Then I wipe my hands on the tablecloth. This makes her purse her lips tightly together.” -okay I think she’s redeemed herself- Katniss does this to prove a point and Effie notices, realizes it, but does. Not. comment. She doesn't reprimand and she doesn't argue back. She probably realized what she said triggered her, and is upset that Katniss has such a fiery temper- because if she’s not level headed she could die for offending anyone else in the Capitol like that- but she’s also cataloging it. Idk. Just. Like she sees Katniss in this instance, is what I mean. Also Effie is in charge of teaching them manners and performance. So that they aren't viewed as savages. (From Haymitch’s book- we understand the point of this. Effie, even with her bad comment, is trying to help protect them and be kind)

“Effie Trinket is disgruntled about the state her wig was in. “Your mentor has a lot to learn about presentation. A lot about televised behavior.”” -help i seriously didn't realize how long Katniss calls her ‘Effie Trinket’ for lmaooo. Anyway- Effie is trying to convey the message to Katniss and Peeta, at least that’s how I interpret it. “Learn about presentation. Televised behavior. You are on camera.” idk maybe i’m grasping at straws

““Yes,” hisses Effie Trinket. “How odd you two find it  amusing. You know your mentor is your lifeline to the world in these Games. The one who advises you, lines up your sponsors, and dictates the presentation of any gifts. Haymitch can well be the difference between your life and your death!”” -poor girl has watched and listened for years as not only her fellow Capitol folks, but also these children have poked fun at her counterpart, at his state, at his grief, and they do not know, and the kids do not care because he is not there for them, so why should they. And ughhh poor babies. 

““So laugh away!” says Effie Trinket. She hops in her pointy shoes around the pool of vomit and flees the room.” -poor baby. 

“Obviously Haymitch isn’t much, but Effie Trinket is right about one thing, once we’re in the arena he’s all we’ve got” -aw they learn to trust her judgment. Yippee

“I hear Effie Trinket’s voice, calling me to rise. “Up, up, up! It’s going to be a big, big, big day!” I try and imagine, for a moment, what it must be like inside that woman’s head. What thoughts fill her waking hours? What dreams come to her at night? I have no idea” -Katniss you killlllll meeee omg thats hilarious. Anyway she’s just trying to hype up these kids and get them going places. You gotta respect the hustle

“As I enter the dining car, Effie Trinket brushes by me with a cup of black coffee. She’s muttering obscenities under her breath. Haymitch, his face puffy and red from the previous day’s indulgences, is chuckling” -Effie my motherfucking queen. She’s cussing out Haymitch and he’s just laughing. Gorgeous girl. Nobody ever tell me Effie wouldn't be the queen of curses, she swears like a sailor

“It’s exhilarating and I’m tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.” -awww she wants to ask Effie Trinket to ride it again. I’m sure she would have let you Katniss

“Apparently, Effie Trinket’s duties did not conclude at the station. She and Haymitch will be overseeing us right into the arena. In a way, that’s a plus because at least she can be counted on to corral us around to places on time whereas we haven’t seen Haymitch since he agreed to help us on the train” -i very much believe her duties did, in fact, conclude at the train, but Haymitch isn't here and there aren't any other mentors who can care for these kids, so Effie steps up, and I admire her for it. 

“She’s complimentary about not just our costumes but how we conducted ourselves. And, to hear her tell it, Effie knows everyone who’s anyone in the Capitol and has been talking us up all day, trying to win us sponsors.” -she tries so hard. 

““I’ve been very mysterious, though,” she says, her eyes squint half shut. “Because, of course, Haymitch hasn’t bothered to tell me your strategies. But I’ve done my best with what I had to work with. How Katniss sacrificed herself for her sister. How you’ve both successfully struggled to overcome the barbarism of your district.”” -she’s creating a story for them, making them seem better than what the Capitol people believe- Katniss questions the ‘barbarism’ part, but that’s not effie’s fault, it's what the Capitol folks believe and what she has to convince them otherwise of. 

““Everyone has their reservations, naturally. You being from the coal district. But I said, and this was very clever of me, I said, ‘Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!’“ Effie beams at us so brilliantly that we have no choice but to respond enthusiastically to her cleverness even though it’s wrong.” -lets be real- the fashion diva who is well versed in the Capitol’s fashion trends and went to university for i believe architecture fully knows what coal turns into. But diamonds are sharp, unbreakable, and possibly even a threat to Snow, if he overhears it. I think she’s just trying to be Capitol conformist. Also the image of Peeta and Katniss nodding back with equal enthusiasm, though enthusiastic, while Effie beams like a cocker spaniel, overjoyed with her idea is priceless

HEY! I just noticed! She’s started calling her Effie! The second Effie started being complimentary of her performance and showed that she was there to help for reals, Katniss starts calling her Effie and not ‘Effie Trinket’!!!! Yay!!!

““Unfortunately, I can’t seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that,” says Effie grimly. “But don’t worry, I’ll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary.” Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire” -SHE TRIES SO HARD. MY QUEENNNNN

“A meal presided over by just Effie and Haymitch is bound to be a disaster.” -we’re gonna derail here a second for some Hayffie talk- but it’s going to be a disaster because they’re sniping at each other and Katniss cannot see the lust underneath. Peeta’s probably shifting uncomfortably while Katniss is just bored at these meals, thinking they hate each other lmaooo

“Cinna and Portia seem to have a civilizing effect on Haymitch and Effie.” -i think its crazy how she says that Haymitch and effie need to be civilized but i adore katniss you motherfreaking icon

““Don’t be ridiculous, Katniss. How could you possibly know an Avox?” snaps Effie. “The very thought.”” -why is she suddenly angry? There’s no reason to be. Unless she’s scared of what this means. If Effie realizes the consequences this could have for her. To know a criminal. 

““And even if you did, you’re not to speak to one of them unless it’s to give an order,” says Effie. “Of course, you don’t really know her.”” -she’s saying something that she has no clue about, but is defending Katniss to the cameras. ‘Silly girl, she doesn't even know what an Avox is, she doesn't know who that is, haha look away from her, she doesn't know anything’ 

“Back on the District 12 floor, Haymitch and Effie grill us throughout breakfast and dinner about every moment of the day….Not that Haymitch and Effie are fighting anymore. Instead they seem to be of one mind, determined to whip us into shape.” -Katniss, babes, you don’t become ‘of one mind’ without previously already knowing the other persons mind that quickly. But now they have an excuse to be so knowing and ‘of one mind’ that they didn't have before. So thank you for giving them that. Theyre a teammmm

“Haymitch and Effie are knocking on my door.” -both of them? Aw. Also Effie checking up on ma girl!

“When Effie taps on the door to call me to dinner, I decide I may as well go.” -i can just imagine her lightly tapping like, ‘sweety? You okay? Its dinner time baby’ very motherly Effie, I see you

“Everyone stops eating. “You what?” The horror in Effie’s voice confirms my worse suspicions” -oh she is so afraid for you Kat

“Haymitch guffaws and we all start laughing except Effie, although even she is suppressing a smile. “Well, it serves them right. It’s their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you.”” -MY QUEENNN!!!!! This is what she truly believes, she’s laughing with them, except she’s repressing it much more because she has much more on the line- she’s not going into the Games- and then she defends them. And then-

“Then her eyes dart around as if she’s said something totally outrageous. “I’m sorry, but that’s what I think,” she says to no one in particular.” -to the cameras. She said that purely for the cameras. She’s terrified. She says something, what she really thinks, and then always smooths it over with Capitol praise or propaganda, but this time it’s just small enough not to warrant having to do that but she still defends it. ‘To no one in particular’ snow. The Capitol. 

“Effie Trinket lets out a squeal, and everybody is slapping me on the back and cheering and congratulating me. But it doesn’t seem real.” -She’s happy for her girl. But a squeal can also be of fear. Negative. Because now Katniss will be targeted. 

“Peeta, Effie, and Haymitch are huddled around the table talking in hushed voices.” -look at the three of them getting along 

“I can’t imagine what Effie will have to teach me that could take four hours, but she’s got me working down to the last minute.” -‘if they can find an excuse to treat you like animals, they will. Don't let them.’ -what i imagine Effie is chanting in her head. 

“But Effie runs around in them full-time, and I’m determined that if she can do it, so can I” -lol i just think thats funny

““Well, that’s the best I can do,” Effie says with a sigh. “Just remember, Katniss, you want the audience to like you.” -please let them like you. She wants to win her sponsors. Wants to win her praise. How many other Escorts do this, do you think? I don't think its in the job description. 

““Well, try and pretend!” snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. “See, like this. I’m smiling at you even though you’re aggravating me.”” -firstly, icon. Exactly how you should treat your children. Secondly, she’s afraid. Katniss, please baby, it’s for your life 

“glad to find they are at least two inches lower than the pair Effie had me practice in.” -she prepared for the worst so Katniss could have every advantage. Sobs

“I avoid Haymitch, but accept Effie’s compliments. Effie can be tiresome and clueless, but she’s not destructive like Haymitch.” -she tries so hard. 

“I sit like a lady, the way Effie showed me” -awwwwww

““What’s going on?” says Effie, a note of hysteria in her voice. “Did you fall?”” -hysteria? Why is she hysteric? What possible reason could she have for such unwarranted fear? Hm…

“I know Haymitch and Effie will not be going with us. As soon as they leave here, they’ll be at the Games Headquarters, hopefully madly signing up our sponsors, working out a strategy on how and when to deliver the gifts to us.” -i just love how quickly she has lumped the two of them together as what she knows is her last hope and the two people who she knows will be fighting for her. She’s upset both will be missing, and working together to help them. I just

“Effie takes both of us by the hand and, with actual tears in her eyes, wishes us well. Thanks us for being the best tributes it has ever been her privilege to sponsor” -awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Ahem- “And then, because it’s Effie and she’s apparently required by law to say something awful, she adds “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I finally get promoted to a decent district next year!”” -AHEM. Katniss, I wouldn't be surprised if you’re not far off babe. 

““I can feel Effie Trinket shuddering at my manners.” “Hey, Effie, watch this!” says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean with his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, “We miss you, Effie!”” -they're so unbelievably cute. I adore them. And I bet Peeta genuinely does miss effie. Aughhh

“I think I just catch a glimpse of pink hair — it must be Effie, it has to be Effie coming to my rescue —” -?!?!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!!! AUGHHHH Baby!!! She sees pink and is immediately comforted, thinks its Effie and starts begging, yes! Someone is here to rescue me. And is overly relieved that it’s effie. Imma cry. Thats so cute. I think I missed that the first few times. Wow. 

“It’s a voice that provokes first irritation and then eagerness. Effie.” -LMAOO her first impulse to just hearing her voice is irritation i cant. And then she immediately feels joy when she realizes its Effie!!! Aw they’re so cute you don't understand. 

“I turn and see them all waiting in a big chamber at the end of the hall — Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna. My feet take off without hesitation.” -shes so happy to see them. Effie’s name comes first. I’m ready too much into it. Wtv. 

“Effie’s somewhat teary and keeps patting my hair and talking about how she told everyone we were pearls” -um. She’s so happy she got to keep them both but is also scared and crying the whole time and is both trying to comfort Katniss at the same time too. Babes…

“Then Effie’s introduced. How long she’s waited for this moment. I hope she’s able to enjoy it because as misguided as Effie can be, she has a very keen instinct about certain things and must at least suspect we’re in trouble.” -gotta say, Katniss is observant to an extent. Thats a very good analysis. I like how she’s accepted Effie into her circle and wants her to handle everything safely so she doesn't get hurt because she doesn't realize they're in trouble- which Effie definitely does, but its so cute. “Effie is accompanying us back and Haymitch, too, of course.” -She feels like… safe? Idk how to describe the vibe i’m getting from this sentence, but like I feel like Katniss is relieved that Effie is coming. She’s like ‘oh thank goodness Effie is with us- I mean Haymitch too, duh, but Effie is going to be there’ idk. I’m probably reading too much into it.

Anywho. I'm an Effie stan, and for right now I think that's a decent defense for her. Imma go dissect the next book. Byeeee!

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Can I just say that I love how the relationship between District 12 and the Peacekeepers has changed so much over the years? 

During Snow’s reign, the Peacekeepers suck. Like, they mingle with the other District folk on weekends sometimes, sure, but there’s a definite divide between the two groups, and when someone throws hands, they immediately split into their factions and start beating the shit out of each other. The District’s are treated like slum, like animals, and are hated. 

During Haymitch’s time, the Peacekeepers aren’t great, but they are better. They give Lenore Dove slaps on the wrist instead of rope around the neck, they let Clerk Clermine and Tam Amber barter for her freedom all the time and let her have “house arrest” which is wild for the District’s instead of just killing her, and are generally on more even footing with the District kids. Not kind, but not cruel, not as divided. 

And then we get to Katniss’s year. Oh baby does she change the attitudes. She’s casually buying and selling to these people, one of them teases and flirts with her and she does it back, she trusts them, almost as much as she trusts Haymitch because when they appear when Gale is whipped she feels secure when they appear. And when Darius gets his punishment of being an Avox, she feels genuine mourning over it, and he for her. 

Like. It’s so beautiful. And i’m not going to credit Katniss with the success. But.

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Hi, hello, hi everyone

Can I take a moment of your time to talk about that one boy at the Reaping who caught Katniss when she was about to fall over from grief when Prim's name was called?

Yes? Thank you.

"Someone is gripping my arm, a boy from the Seam, and I think maybe I started to fall and he caught me."

Hi, hello again- okay

Katniss has just heard her sister's name being called. She's freaking out. She basically blacks out, and is just hardly being held up by someone else, this boy from the Seam.

Now, in the books things are not as organized in the movies- girls and boys aren't separated, it's just based on age because they don't care enough about District 12, however it's probably safer to assume that the girls still clump together and the guys clump together, because that tends to happen more naturally

Anyway, what is Katniss chanting in her head before Prim's name is called? "Let it not be me. Please don't make it me. Let it not be me."

It's not that far fetched to assume everyone else around her is chanting the same. Including the boy.

And while all the girls around her, and Katniss herself, feel relief when their name isn't called(except Katniss immediately afterwards feels panic because that's her sister) the boys still have a drawing to go, while the girls are all safe.

So this boy who's caught her, and keeps her upright, is basically calling a target onto himself. No male tributes name has been called yet, he still has a very high chance of being called. And you never know, it's the Districts, perhaps by showing her this kindness he could be next in line. Don't say it hasn't happened. Haymitch

But he holds her up anyway. There's probably girls surrounding her who could've held her up just as well. But he does.

And then he releases her, maybe even helps push her forward when she stumbles towards Prim, and the children around her part because they know her and they care.

Anyway I don't know why this matters to me so much but damn it Katniss District 12 loves you so please realize that

(also this could be one of those boys that Peeta claimed liked Katniss, because he does say he's not the only one who had a crush on her back home)

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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you can be peeling a boiled egg and think to yourself wow. that was so simple. and then you peel another one and it’s like being in the throes of war. shell everywhere. egg mangled. tears in your eyes. that’s how god keeps you humble

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the audible sigh i just huffed guys...

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Nightwing (2016-): Fear State

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I kind of.... already have been coerced into doing that... heh.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66717295/chapters/172137370

only 1 chapter done and I make NO promises, but in case you want it :)

also thank you<333

I have seen so many Hayffie fics with the trope “Effie fell first, Haymitch fell harder” and don’t get me wrong- it’s an absolute beautiful piece of fiction. 

This idea that prim and proper Effie Trinket slowly starts to develop feelings for her Mentor, but she knows nothing can happen between them because he doesn't feel the same and also it could put him in such grave danger, so she can’t risk it. So she keeps and cradles and nurtures her little crush for years and watches Haymitch grow older and angrier and tries to be a good friend and pretend that that's enough for her

And then one day Haymitch looks at her a little too long, maybe sees her comforting one of their kids the night before the arena, and love just slams into him like a goddamn freight train. He can’t breathe and he can’t think and he stumbles into his room, smashing into doors and walls on the way, and drowns himself in liquor and tries to reason with himself.

Effie has kept her secret crush on Haymitch for many years. Haymitch barely lasts the night before he’s stumbling to her, confessing and crying and they spend the night on the floor together, just holding on. 

But! I give, for your humble review, Haymitch falls first and Effie falls harder. 

Haymitch, who is grieving Lenore Dove, and sees Effie stay at his side through it all. She’s the one he wakes up to when he has nightmares, she’s the one who makes him coffee when he has a hangover, and she’s the one who is there for him. She’s always had his trust, but as the years go on he finds himself opening up to her, and she to him. And with every new piece of information he learns about her, he starts to fall. And he knows nothing can happen- because he’s district and she’s capitol- but still. He treasures every smile she throws his way, nurturing his love with the sparkle in her eyes and coos sweet promises to it every night. He is completely infatuated with her, but there’s nothing to be done. 

And then there’s Effie, who at first forbade herself from growing attached to him because he was going to die but she knew he’d live because she couldn't stop herself from having faith and then she got to keep him, and its so selfish, she knows, but she got to keep him. And Effie watches him grow older, sees as he grows more into himself, and also how he grows angrier and drunker, but not around her. Never around her. And Haymitch grows bolder over the years, because his crush isn't going away so why not have fun with it, and his touches linger, he invades her space more frequently, and he steals glances every chance he gets. Effie just laughs the flirting off, or on occasion reciprocates it, but it isn't until they’re both decently older that it just overwhelms her. Maybe they’re sitting at dinner together, maybe they're at one of Plutarch’s party and he’s with the other mentors and she’s hovering by the door with the Escorts, and they’ve been trading grins and eye rolls and winks all night, because its what friends do, and then Plutarch says something and Haymitch is tossing her a grin/eye-roll combo and it just… pulls Effie under. She excuses herself, stumbling into the hall and she can’t think straight. 

Haymitch nurtures his love for Effie for many years. Effie runs after him when he steps off the train at District 12 only a week later and confesses, tears streaming down her face, wig askew, and doesn't give him any time to react before jumping back on the train and sailing away. Haymitch stands there watching until not even a cloud of dusk remains, and Effie sinks to the floor in front of the door and weeps. 

Um. That got away from me hella but uh. Yeah. I think you get it. :)

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“Hey. Are you free this week?” “I can be, why?” “Can you take off work for the whole week?” “I could, why?”  “I have an event. I’d like you to go. As my date.”  “...”  “Did you ask Seb?”  “I’m asking you.”  “Can you ask him?”  “I can only have one date.”  “And you picked me.”  “...” “If I say no, will you ask him?” “...” “...yes.”  “You took too long.”  “What do you want me to say?” “Nothing. I’ll be there.”