EllanaSan's Hayffie Fanfics

“Apparently they didn’t get they were becoming grandparents.” Katniss mocked. Peeta paused in the process of removing his coat, eyebrows rising up. “I thought the pregnant belly was a big clue.”

“So then, before I can even think about doing something stupid like trying to stab him with his fucking golden paperknife, he gives me a choice, see?" Haymitch continued, almost detached. "Either I play nice like all the other victors or he will kill my family. I could either become his puppet – gre

It was only natural to see pale blue flashes on your skin from time to time. Reassuring, even. It meant your soulmate was out there somewhere. It was much more worrying when no phantom lines ever marred your skin.

The woman was born in a world of velvety white. Her world was a finite thing. Four walls of padded fabric that was oh so soft under her fingertips, a cold hard floor and a ceiling too high to touch.It was silent in her world.

It doesn’t even feel like a nightmare either. He’s already into a nightmare. In twenty-four hours, he’s going to be shipped to his personal hell. And he’s apparently leaving a pregnant woman behind.   Amazing.  It’s even worse than the last time.

Haymitch didn’t know how to speak to four years old and being left in charge of one hadn’t exactly been in his short term plans. And yet. When he is forced to adopt a toddler Katniss, Haymitch's whole life is turned upside down.

“Attention, tributes.” Claudius Templesmith’s voice was so cheerful Haymitch wanted to strangle him. “Rule change. Every tribute has been allotted a human token. Human tokens do not have the status of tributes and cannot win the Games. The last tribute still standing will be crowned victor regardles

“Yeah, well… Maybe we should start believing in fate, sweetheart,” he jokes, taking hold of the hand that is still fisted around the cursed piece of paper. She has never let it fall even in the confusion. “You’ve drawn out Peeta’s name, after all. If you had drawn out mine…”She can’t look at him. Sh

“What’s the very good reason that’ll get her to come?” Katniss asked.Peeta was silent for a moment, his hand stilled on her back. “It involves a technical white lie.”In her experience, lies were hardly ever technical or white.

He painfully decodes his soulmate’s name, hidden behind two Seam’s shacks so his mother doesn’t catch him. He’s not sure he’s allowed to read it at all, to know why it’s so bad. He’s diligent about keeping the leather in place but… He traces the flowery letters with the tip of his finger, mouthing e

“Oh, I do know what it is to be the default choice.” Effie retorted, a bit bitterly. “Which is how I know you never were Katniss’.”The boy frowned. “What do you mean?”Yeah, Haymitch mused, what the fuck did she mean…

There was something you never ever did in polite society and that was kissing someone’s scars without their express permission. It would have been rude, after all, to accidentally impose yourself as a soulmate on an unsuspecting soul.