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He really just loves her beyond reason and she obviously loves him too. That’s why she had to pray, she wanted to sin more. Anyway, so once the “big man upstairs” finds out what happened to his favorite daughter and Haymitch (who he really loved, valued and trusted, he takes it upon himself to dole out the ultimate punishment.

Some might say losing his wings, the only life he’s ever known, would be enough but it’s not for the big man. (He’s being very vengeful here which he’s not supposed to be. So the system is more flawed than they realized when looking from the outside.) Haymitch is now forced to house and care for these tortured souls. Some of whom don’t even deserve to be there. So the big man made Haymitch the demon king.

Y/N does want him, probably just as much as he wants her but Haymitch has been freed from any obligation of being “good” or “selfless.” Any kindness or good deed that he does is entirely of his choosing. Like yes, he’s making her sign this contract, but he’s really giving her an easy out. She can blame everything on him and leave with her good name. Haymitch really does love her, but the trust between them needs a lot of attention and repair. They’ve betrayed each other a lot.

And in those betrayals, Johanna has seen Haymitch come back at his worst. She really resents the angels, especially Y/N. In her mind they are like snakes, deceptive and slippery in nature. Because the angels lie. Probably even more than the demons do.

Haymitch was arguably one of the strongest and most powerful angels, Finnick (love him to pieces) but he cannot compare to the things that Y/N and Haymitch were capable of in their prime. She needs Haymitch, because he is still very powerful.

The other angels often turn a blind eye to the dead. Focused more on protecting the living, it is important for them to see that people don’t stop being people just because they die and aren’t welcome in paradise.

As Above, So Below (Part 1)

Demon Lord! Haymitch Abernathy x Angel!Reader

Summary: He’s lord of the underworld and she’s paradise’s favorite angel; united in a common goal. Only demons don’t work for free…and no good deed goes unpunished. 18+ ONLY MDNI (this is going to get spicy.)

The alarm is sounding. The god damn angel alarm, signaling their wretched presence in the underworld.

Haymitch remains lazily slumped behind his desk. Gone are the days he would have sprinted out to meet her. He considers greeting their guests from his throne, but even grand gestures are not half as amusing as they once were.

Covet.

Thou shall not covet.

That was his sin. The one which landed him here, head of this inferno, fueled by his own burning desire to possess another.

Haymitch blames it on earth, on time spent trying to understand and defend humans.

There is no pain in paradise. There is was pain on earth, and much of it. He never desired until then, not in all his years. But when he saw her there, raw and unfiltered, beautiful in her own right…

It was only a kiss. Though sins of the flesh are a special offense. Costing Haymitch his wings and his seat in paradise. Worst of all, it cost him her. Condemning him to the underworld, leader of tortured souls, and all their insatiable hunger.

That was over a century ago. The big man upstairs has become a bit more lenient since then. Still, sinners will never see the light of paradise.

Truth is, most people trapped down here are just that; people. People who fell on hard times and terrible luck, clawed their way out with everything they had and still fell short of eternal sunshine.

Johanna, one of his trusted advisers, pops her head in, after the intruders have been detained. “There’s three of them.”

“Is Y/N here?” He can feel her.

“Yes.”

“Bring her,” Haymitch demands, “the others will wait near the entrance.”

The entrance, where poor unfortunate souls plead their case to be redirected to paradise.

Johanna nods.

After a moment Y/N appears in his doorway, her long, ivory gown brushing against the floor. Flames lapping at the hem, but never enough to burn her.

Johanna grips her bicep tightly in hand. Angels are slippery things.

“Thank you, Johanna.” Haymitch says, never rising from his seat. “Leave us.”

Y/N steps inside, watching as the door closes. Sealing her in, with him. “Nice place you’ve got here. Reminds me of earth.”

“Were you hoping for more fire and brimstone?”

She ignores the question entirely. “You’ve aged terribly.”

“And you are incredibly well preserved.” He cocks his head to the side. “All that ice in your veins.”

“Charming as ever, demon king.”

“I prefer ‘my king.’”

“And I prefer paradise.” Y/N grins. “Looks like we’re both out of luck.”

“What brings you down here then, Angel?”

“One of ours went missing, we have reason to believe you had a hand in it.”

“Why would you think that?” Haymitch presses a hand to his chest, in mock horror.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Y/N demands. We’re both after the same thing.

‘She who holds both light and darkness.’

The one who will paint the earth in sunlight and evergreen, or hellfire and ash; for all eternity.

He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse to get you to come see me.”

Y/N crosses both arms over her chest. “Here I am. Tell me what you want you want.”

“You. I want you.” Haymitch lets her see him as he is, no glamor, no facade.

They are not meant to love. Not in such a selfish way. They are to love everyone and anyone. Certainly not one alone. “Was it not enough for you? The way we were?”

“I wanted you to be mine, give myself to you in return. I knew the big guy would never let you go. You’re his favorite daughter.”

“That’s why he sent me.” Y/N challenges.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I won’t tell you to shove it where the sun don’t shine.” Haymitch feels the skin of his forehead part, making way for his horns. They don’t present themselves often. Much like her wings. Only to be seen when she is frightened or lost in the heat of the moment.

Y/N admits, “you were a great help to me once, in the name of something greater. I’m asking you to be that again.”

Haymitch steeples his hands, with a sinister grin. “I will consider it. For a price.”

“Name it.”

“I want you.”

“Figuratively? Literally?” Y/N frowns.

“Both.”

Y/N swallows, weighing her options. “No way in hell.”

She is gone as suddenly as she came.

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The weeks that follow brings unbidden dreams of her, as though she is calling for him. But Haymitch does not budge. She will come to him.

And she does.

No more than a day later, white silks covered in blood. Red, human blood mostly. Some golden. Possibly hers.

“Have you reconsidered?” Y/N asks. Clearly defeated.

“I want you.” He will not waver, “those are my terms.”

“Haymitch.” A plea, an apology…an invitation.

“You’ll be a hero.” Haymitch purrs, “they will live in awe of your sacrifice.”

“Where-” Y/N stammers, “where do I sign?”

“Come,” Haymitch waves her over to his side of the desk. The contract materializing before him.

“How long have you had this?”

“Since five seconds ago,” he lies, “read carefully.”

And she does. Once, twice, three times. “Give me a pen.”

“This requires special ink.”

Y/N holds her hand out to him. Haymitch brings her index finger to his lips. Kissing the pad before breaking the delicate skin. She startles, attempting to pull away.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Haymitch hushes her, guiding her bloodied finger to the paper, “just a drop, Angel. That’s all it takes.”

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.” But that’s what demons do. Inflict pain. Feed off of it. There is no pain in paradise.

“I do relish pain and suffering.” Haymitch muses, licking his lips. “Just not yours.”

“How kind.”

“What happened up there? On Earth.” He jerks his chin towards her tattered clothing.

“Nothing.” She bites out, closing her eyes against the images seared into her mind.

He could make her tell him. It’s all the fine print. “You don’t have to go back.” Haymitch offers instead, “you can stay here. I’ll send my A team. If all else fails, I’ll handle it myself.”

“You can stop pretending to care now, I’ve already signed my life away.” Y/N isn’t weak and she has little interest in his games. “Where will you take me? On the desk? The chair?” The portion of his contract detailing their coupling was rather long and explicit.

Haymitch chuckles, “so eager.”

“You’re the one that’s horny.” She flicks the protruding appendage near the crown of his head

“Mmm.” He hums, “when I take you, it will be for days on end. I will not be interrupted. Not by your people, or my own. Not even if the fate of humanity depends on it.”

“What would you know about humanity?” Certainly it holds no value here.

Haymitch twirls a bit of her hair around his finger. “Plenty.”

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I’m obsessed with their dynamic in this one! Because nothing is ever as black and white as it seems. They offer each other a lot of perspective which I love! Being so obsessed with her that he is willing to give up his wings and his whole life…crazy work lol. The fine print 👀 we’ll see soon!

As Above, So Below (Part 1)

Demon Lord! Haymitch Abernathy x Angel!Reader

Summary: He’s lord of the underworld and she’s paradise’s favorite angel; united in a common goal. Only demons don’t work for free…and no good deed goes unpunished. 18+ ONLY MDNI (this is going to get spicy.)

The alarm is sounding. The god damn angel alarm, signaling their wretched presence in the underworld.

Haymitch remains lazily slumped behind his desk. Gone are the days he would have sprinted out to meet her. He considers greeting their guests from his throne, but even grand gestures are not half as amusing as they once were.

Covet.

Thou shall not covet.

That was his sin. The one which landed him here, head of this inferno, fueled by his own burning desire to possess another.

Haymitch blames it on earth, on time spent trying to understand and defend humans.

There is no pain in paradise. There is was pain on earth, and much of it. He never desired until then, not in all his years. But when he saw her there, raw and unfiltered, beautiful in her own right…

It was only a kiss. Though sins of the flesh are a special offense. Costing Haymitch his wings and his seat in paradise. Worst of all, it cost him her. Condemning him to the underworld, leader of tortured souls, and all their insatiable hunger.

That was over a century ago. The big man upstairs has become a bit more lenient since then. Still, sinners will never see the light of paradise.

Truth is, most people trapped down here are just that; people. People who fell on hard times and terrible luck, clawed their way out with everything they had and still fell short of eternal sunshine.

Johanna, one of his trusted advisers, pops her head in, after the intruders have been detained. “There’s three of them.”

“Is Y/N here?” He can feel her.

“Yes.”

“Bring her,” Haymitch demands, “the others will wait near the entrance.”

The entrance, where poor unfortunate souls plead their case to be redirected to paradise.

Johanna nods.

After a moment Y/N appears in his doorway, her long, ivory gown brushing against the floor. Flames lapping at the hem, but never enough to burn her.

Johanna grips her bicep tightly in hand. Angels are slippery things.

“Thank you, Johanna.” Haymitch says, never rising from his seat. “Leave us.”

Y/N steps inside, watching as the door closes. Sealing her in, with him. “Nice place you’ve got here. Reminds me of earth.”

“Were you hoping for more fire and brimstone?”

She ignores the question entirely. “You’ve aged terribly.”

“And you are incredibly well preserved.” He cocks his head to the side. “All that ice in your veins.”

“Charming as ever, demon king.”

“I prefer ‘my king.’”

“And I prefer paradise.” Y/N grins. “Looks like we’re both out of luck.”

“What brings you down here then, Angel?”

“One of ours went missing, we have reason to believe you had a hand in it.”

“Why would you think that?” Haymitch presses a hand to his chest, in mock horror.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Y/N demands. We’re both after the same thing.

‘She who holds both light and darkness.’

The one who will paint the earth in sunlight and evergreen, or hellfire and ash; for all eternity.

He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse to get you to come see me.”

Y/N crosses both arms over her chest. “Here I am. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.” Haymitch lets her see him as he is, no glamor, no facade.

They are not meant to love. Not in such a selfish way. They are to love everyone and anyone. Certainly not one alone. “Was it not enough for you? The way we were?”

“I wanted you to be mine, give myself to you in return. I knew the big guy would never let you go. You’re his favorite daughter.”

“That’s why he sent me.” Y/N challenges.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I won’t tell you to shove it where the sun don’t shine.” Haymitch feels the skin of his forehead part, making way for his horns. They don’t present themselves often. Much like her wings. Only to be seen when she is frightened or lost in the heat of the moment.

Y/N admits, “you were a great help to me once, in the name of something greater. I’m asking you to be that again.”

Haymitch steeples his hands, with a sinister grin. “I will consider it. For a price.”

“Name it.”

“I want you.”

“Figuratively? Literally?” Y/N frowns.

“Both.”

Y/N swallows, weighing her options. “No way in hell.”

She is gone as suddenly as she came.

————————————————————————

The weeks that follow brings unbidden dreams of her, as though she is calling for him. But Haymitch does not budge. She will come to him.

And she does.

No more than a day later, white silks covered in blood. Red, human blood mostly. Some golden. Possibly hers.

“Have you reconsidered?” Y/N asks. Clearly defeated.

“I want you.” He will not waver, “those are my terms.”

“Haymitch.” A plea, an apology…an invitation.

“You’ll be a hero.” Haymitch purrs, “they will live in awe of your sacrifice.”

“Where-” Y/N stammers, “where do I sign?”

“Come,” Haymitch waves her over to his side of the desk. The contract materializing before him.

“How long have you had this?”

“Since five seconds ago,” he lies, “read carefully.”

And she does. Once, twice, three times. “Give me a pen.”

“This requires special ink.”

Y/N holds her hand out to him. Haymitch brings her index finger to his lips. Kissing the pad before breaking the delicate skin. She startles, attempting to pull away.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Haymitch hushes her, guiding her bloodied finger to the paper, “just a drop, Angel. That’s all it takes.”

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.” But that’s what demons do. Inflict pain. Feed off of it. There is no pain in paradise.

“I do relish pain and suffering.” Haymitch muses, licking his lips. “Just not yours.”

“How kind.”

“What happened up there? On Earth.” He jerks his chin towards her tattered clothing.

“Nothing.” She bites out, closing her eyes against the images seared into her mind.

He could make her tell him. It’s all the fine print. “You don’t have to go back.” Haymitch offers instead, “you can stay here. I’ll send my A team. If all else fails, I’ll handle it myself.”

“You can stop pretending to care now, I’ve already signed my life away.” Y/N isn’t weak and she has little interest in his games. “Where will you take me? On the desk? The chair?” The portion of his contract detailing their coupling was rather long and explicit.

Haymitch chuckles, “so eager.”

“You’re the one that’s horny.” She flicks the protruding appendage near the crown of his head

“Mmm.” He hums, “when I take you, it will be for days on end. I will not be interrupted. Not by your people, or my own. Not even if the fate of humanity depends on it.”

“What would you know about humanity?” Certainly it holds no value here.

Haymitch twirls a bit of her hair around his finger. “Plenty.”

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I don’t know why but imagining Woody’s Haymitch running the underworld just makes so much sense.

He was born for the role lmao

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He fell for our girl, back when they used to work together. As ‘favored angels’ essentially their jobs were to #1 find this human that can fulfill the prophecy and #2 to protect humanity/earth as a whole. Unfortunately as time goes on, they go from being these really pure beings who have never known, desire, pain, suffering, greed, death, etc. To much more like humans as they spend more time on earth.

So what was once a very pure love shared between the angels is now a singular love that Haymitch has only for Y/N. He wants only her. He values and cares for her above himself, the powers that be, the humans, even the other angels. And that’s not allowed. Y/N is trying to convince him that it’s a lapse in judgment and they can go back to paradise like nothing happened. He kisses her, like mid speech. It was over for him after that. He’s just in love.

Miss girl gets on her knees and starts praying. She knows that it was a sin or whatever 🙄 so she’s repenting and because she is favored, privileged, etc. She gets to stay in paradise while Haymitch receives the ultimate punishment.

She feels terrible about this obviously, and tries repeatedly to win Haymitch’s place as an angel back but Haymitch doesn’t have interest in working for “the big man” anymore. He has his own opinion based off his experience.

So we can assume that Y/N spent the last century trying to get Haymitch to conform to his old ideals, while Haymitch has spent his time trying to get Y/N to join him. Are either of them truly evil? No. But they are at odds.

She needs him to help her #1 find the missing angel and #2 to help control the situation on earth. (There’s a bunch of demons up there and only Haymitch can really help her with that.) Now that she’s sold her soul to the demon king, life is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

Haymitch probably knows more about humanity than she does. She is more concerned with being righteous than being humane. Hopefully he can help her gain perspective!

As Above, So Below (Part 1)

Demon Lord! Haymitch Abernathy x Angel!Reader

Summary: He’s lord of the underworld and she’s paradise’s favorite angel; united in a common goal. Only demons don’t work for free…and no good deed goes unpunished. 18+ ONLY MDNI (this is going to get spicy.)

The alarm is sounding. The god damn angel alarm, signaling their wretched presence in the underworld.

Haymitch remains lazily slumped behind his desk. Gone are the days he would have sprinted out to meet her. He considers greeting their guests from his throne, but even grand gestures are not half as amusing as they once were.

Covet.

Thou shall not covet.

That was his sin. The one which landed him here, head of this inferno, fueled by his own burning desire to possess another.

Haymitch blames it on earth, on time spent trying to understand and defend humans.

There is no pain in paradise. There is was pain on earth, and much of it. He never desired until then, not in all his years. But when he saw her there, raw and unfiltered, beautiful in her own right…

It was only a kiss. Though sins of the flesh are a special offense. Costing Haymitch his wings and his seat in paradise. Worst of all, it cost him her. Condemning him to the underworld, leader of tortured souls, and all their insatiable hunger.

That was over a century ago. The big man upstairs has become a bit more lenient since then. Still, sinners will never see the light of paradise.

Truth is, most people trapped down here are just that; people. People who fell on hard times and terrible luck, clawed their way out with everything they had and still fell short of eternal sunshine.

Johanna, one of his trusted advisers, pops her head in, after the intruders have been detained. “There’s three of them.”

“Is Y/N here?” He can feel her.

“Yes.”

“Bring her,” Haymitch demands, “the others will wait near the entrance.”

The entrance, where poor unfortunate souls plead their case to be redirected to paradise.

Johanna nods.

After a moment Y/N appears in his doorway, her long, ivory gown brushing against the floor. Flames lapping at the hem, but never enough to burn her.

Johanna grips her bicep tightly in hand. Angels are slippery things.

“Thank you, Johanna.” Haymitch says, never rising from his seat. “Leave us.”

Y/N steps inside, watching as the door closes. Sealing her in, with him. “Nice place you’ve got here. Reminds me of earth.”

“Were you hoping for more fire and brimstone?”

She ignores the question entirely. “You’ve aged terribly.”

“And you are incredibly well preserved.” He cocks his head to the side. “All that ice in your veins.”

“Charming as ever, demon king.”

“I prefer ‘my king.’”

“And I prefer paradise.” Y/N grins. “Looks like we’re both out of luck.”

“What brings you down here then, Angel?”

“One of ours went missing, we have reason to believe you had a hand in it.”

“Why would you think that?” Haymitch presses a hand to his chest, in mock horror.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Y/N demands. We’re both after the same thing.

‘She who holds both light and darkness.’

The one who will paint the earth in sunlight and evergreen, or hellfire and ash; for all eternity.

He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse to get you to come see me.”

Y/N crosses both arms over her chest. “Here I am. Tell me what you want you want.”

“You. I want you.” Haymitch lets her see him as he is, no glamor, no facade.

They are not meant to love. Not in such a selfish way. They are to love everyone and anyone. Certainly not one alone. “Was it not enough for you? The way we were?”

“I wanted you to be mine, give myself to you in return. I knew the big guy would never let you go. You’re his favorite daughter.”

“That’s why he sent me.” Y/N challenges.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I won’t tell you to shove it where the sun don’t shine.” Haymitch feels the skin of his forehead part, making way for his horns. They don’t present themselves often. Much like her wings. Only to be seen when she is frightened or lost in the heat of the moment.

Y/N admits, “you were a great help to me once, in the name of something greater. I’m asking you to be that again.”

Haymitch steeples his hands, with a sinister grin. “I will consider it. For a price.”

“Name it.”

“I want you.”

“Figuratively? Literally?” Y/N frowns.

“Both.”

Y/N swallows, weighing her options. “No way in hell.”

She is gone as suddenly as she came.

————————————————————————

The weeks that follow brings unbidden dreams of her, as though she is calling for him. But Haymitch does not budge. She will come to him.

And she does.

No more than a day later, white silks covered in blood. Red, human blood mostly. Some golden. Possibly hers.

“Have you reconsidered?” Y/N asks. Clearly defeated.

“I want you.” He will not waver, “those are my terms.”

“Haymitch.” A plea, an apology…an invitation.

“You’ll be a hero.” Haymitch purrs, “they will live in awe of your sacrifice.”

“Where-” Y/N stammers, “where do I sign?”

“Come,” Haymitch waves her over to his side of the desk. The contract materializing before him.

“How long have you had this?”

“Since five seconds ago,” he lies, “read carefully.”

And she does. Once, twice, three times. “Give me a pen.”

“This requires special ink.”

Y/N holds her hand out to him. Haymitch brings her index finger to his lips. Kissing the pad before breaking the delicate skin. She startles, attempting to pull away.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Haymitch hushes her, guiding her bloodied finger to the paper, “just a drop, Angel. That’s all it takes.”

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.” But that’s what demons do. Inflict pain. Feed off of it. There is no pain in paradise.

“I do relish pain and suffering.” Haymitch muses, licking his lips. “Just not yours.”

“How kind.”

“What happened up there? On Earth.” He jerks his chin towards her tattered clothing.

“Nothing.” She bites out, closing her eyes against the images seared into her mind.

He could make her tell him. It’s all the fine print. “You don’t have to go back.” Haymitch offers instead, “you can stay here. I’ll send my A team. If all else fails, I’ll handle it myself.”

“You can stop pretending to care now, I’ve already signed my life away.” Y/N isn’t weak and she has little interest in his games. “Where will you take me? On the desk? The chair?” The portion of his contract detailing their coupling was rather long and explicit.

Haymitch chuckles, “so eager.”

“You’re the one that’s horny.” She flicks the protruding appendage near the crown of his head

“Mmm.” He hums, “when I take you, it will be for days on end. I will not be interrupted. Not by your people, or my own. Not even if the fate of humanity depends on it.”

“What would you know about humanity?” Certainly it holds no value here.

Haymitch twirls a bit of her hair around his finger. “Plenty.”

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As Above, So Below (Part 1)

Demon Lord! Haymitch Abernathy x Angel!Reader

Summary: He’s lord of the underworld and she’s paradise’s favorite angel; united in a common goal. Only demons don’t work for free…and no good deed goes unpunished. 18+ ONLY MDNI (this is going to get spicy.)

The alarm is sounding. The god damn angel alarm, signaling their wretched presence in the underworld.

Haymitch remains lazily slumped behind his desk. Gone are the days he would have sprinted out to meet her. He considers greeting their guests from his throne, but even grand gestures are not half as amusing as they once were.

Covet.

Thou shall not covet.

That was his sin. The one which landed him here, head of this inferno, fueled by his own burning desire to possess another.

Haymitch blames it on earth, on time spent trying to understand and defend humans.

There is no pain in paradise. There is was pain on earth, and much of it. He never desired until then, not in all his years. But when he saw her there, raw and unfiltered, beautiful in her own right…

It was only a kiss. Though sins of the flesh are a special offense. Costing Haymitch his wings and his seat in paradise. Worst of all, it cost him her. Condemning him to the underworld, leader of tortured souls, and all their insatiable hunger.

That was over a century ago. The big man upstairs has become a bit more lenient since then. Still, sinners will never see the light of paradise.

Truth is, most people trapped down here are just that; people. People who fell on hard times and terrible luck, clawed their way out with everything they had and still fell short of eternal sunshine.

Johanna, one of his trusted advisers, pops her head in, after the intruders have been detained. “There’s three of them.”

“Is Y/N here?” He can feel her.

“Yes.”

“Bring her,” Haymitch demands, “the others will wait near the entrance.”

The entrance, where poor unfortunate souls plead their case to be redirected to paradise.

Johanna nods.

After a moment Y/N appears in his doorway, her long, ivory gown brushing against the floor. Flames lapping at the hem, but never enough to burn her.

Johanna grips her bicep tightly in hand. Angels are slippery things.

“Thank you, Johanna.” Haymitch says, never rising from his seat. “Leave us.”

Y/N steps inside, watching as the door closes. Sealing her in, with him. “Nice place you’ve got here. Reminds me of earth.”

“Were you hoping for more fire and brimstone?”

She ignores the question entirely. “You’ve aged terribly.”

“And you are incredibly well preserved.” He cocks his head to the side. “All that ice in your veins.”

“Charming as ever, demon king.”

“I prefer ‘my king.’”

“And I prefer paradise.” Y/N grins. “Looks like we’re both out of luck.”

“What brings you down here then, Angel?”

“One of ours went missing, we have reason to believe you had a hand in it.”

“Why would you think that?” Haymitch presses a hand to his chest, in mock horror.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Y/N demands. We’re both after the same thing.

‘She who holds both light and darkness.’

The one who will paint the earth in sunlight and evergreen, or hellfire and ash; for all eternity.

He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse to get you to come see me.”

Y/N crosses both arms over her chest. “Here I am. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.” Haymitch lets her see him as he is, no glamor, no facade.

They are not meant to love. Not in such a selfish way. They are to love everyone and anyone. Certainly not one alone. “Was it not enough for you? The way we were?”

“I wanted you to be mine, give myself to you in return. I knew the big guy would never let you go. You’re his favorite daughter.”

“That’s why he sent me.” Y/N challenges.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I won’t tell you to shove it where the sun don’t shine.” Haymitch feels the skin of his forehead part, making way for his horns. They don’t present themselves often. Much like her wings. Only to be seen when she is frightened or lost in the heat of the moment.

Y/N admits, “you were a great help to me once, in the name of something greater. I’m asking you to be that again.”

Haymitch steeples his hands, with a sinister grin. “I will consider it. For a price.”

“Name it.”

“I want you.”

“Figuratively? Literally?” Y/N frowns.

“Both.”

Y/N swallows, weighing her options. “No way in hell.”

She is gone as suddenly as she came.

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The weeks that follow brings unbidden dreams of her, as though she is calling for him. But Haymitch does not budge. She will come to him.

And she does.

No more than a day later, white silks covered in blood. Red, human blood mostly. Some golden. Possibly hers.

“Have you reconsidered?” Y/N asks. Clearly defeated.

“I want you.” He will not waver, “those are my terms.”

“Haymitch.” A plea, an apology…an invitation.

“You’ll be a hero.” Haymitch purrs, “they will live in awe of your sacrifice.”

“Where-” Y/N stammers, “where do I sign?”

“Come,” Haymitch waves her over to his side of the desk. The contract materializing before him.

“How long have you had this?”

“Since five seconds ago,” he lies, “read carefully.”

And she does. Once, twice, three times. “Give me a pen.”

“This requires special ink.”

Y/N holds her hand out to him. Haymitch brings her index finger to his lips. Kissing the pad before breaking the delicate skin. She startles, attempting to pull away.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Haymitch hushes her, guiding her bloodied finger to the paper, “just a drop, Angel. That’s all it takes.”

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.” But that’s what demons do. Inflict pain. Feed off of it. There is no pain in paradise.

“I do relish pain and suffering.” Haymitch muses, licking his lips. “Just not yours.”

“How kind.”

“What happened up there? On Earth.” He jerks his chin towards her tattered clothing.

“Nothing.” She bites out, closing her eyes against the images seared into her mind.

He could make her tell him. It’s all the fine print. “You don’t have to go back.” Haymitch offers instead, “you can stay here. I’ll send my A team. If all else fails, I’ll handle it myself.”

“You can stop pretending to care now, I’ve already signed my life away.” Y/N isn’t weak and she has little interest in his games. “Where will you take me? On the desk? The chair?” The portion of his contract detailing their coupling was rather long and explicit.

Haymitch chuckles, “so eager.”

“You’re the one that’s horny.” She flicks the protruding appendage near the crown of his head

“Mmm.” He hums, “when I take you, it will be for days on end. I will not be interrupted. Not by your people, or my own. Not even if the fate of humanity depends on it.”

“What would you know about humanity?” Certainly it holds no value here.

Haymitch twirls a bit of her hair around his finger. “Plenty.”

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Have you seen the Haymitch casting for the hunger games on stage in London??? 🔥🔥🔥

I have now 😏

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Alright, I hate to do it to you, but all other series are on hold for now. I was working on ‘MUTT’ and everything spiraled out of control from there lol. I NEED to write a Haymitch x Reader where the ruler of the underworld who was once an angel (Haymitch) is in love an angel (Y/N.)

They can’t be together for obvious reasons, but they do occasionally work together to protect certain places and things (i.e. earth.) Katniss is the “chosen one” she’s a human who both sides believe will fulfill a prophecy (forever tipping the scales either light or dark.) A special angel (Peeta) is sent to keep her safe and he goes missing.

Both sides send their best and most capable soldiers to find him. From “upstairs” that’s Y/N, Finnick and Annie. From “downstairs” that’s Haymitch, Johanna and Cashmere.

Obviously cursed passionate romantic tension occurs, forcing each of them to evaluate their values and what is true good vs what is truly evil.

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Do you have a favorite chapter or blurb from the Moves & Countermoves universe?

I love so much of Haymitch’s internal monologue (especially in ‘Exile’ but through the entire universe really.

Off the top of my head, I’m obsessed with

I love you so much. More than sleeping til noon or homemade fudge. I love you more than booze or the numbness it brings. I love you more than anything.

From Champagne Problems

But I think Haymitch gets stuck in his own head a lot and Y/N is the only person who understands him and I love that. Their dynamic here is kind of interesting and strained, in a very Y/N and Haymitch way.

He’s struggling a lot mentally and wants to be alone. She really longs for closeness to feel safe. So they compromise to meet each other’s needs.

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Random question, but did you write/posting any of the prequel while you were writing moves and countermoves? I wanna do a jump but I also don’t wanna wait for the past stuff if that makes sense 😀

lol no, I get it. I wrote all prequels as I was writing Moves & Countermoves. (I didn’t plan to do prequels at all, but I’m very happy they were requested.) The only one that wasn’t finished until recently was Exile. But now they are all complete!

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How would hijacked Haymitch would respond to her going with the star squad?

I think he would be confused and heartbroken as to why she would leave him when he was just starting to get better. He feels like she’s giving up on him. But Y/N is sure to explain that she trusts him enough to take care of their children while she’s gone and that she really does need him.

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Aight that's enough Y/n and Haymitch, it's time for Pollux and Madge, I wanna know more about how they got together, maybe Pollux coming to help Madge take care of the Abernathy kids, and an interaction of him with his brother in law Haymitch..come to think of it, I think Haymitch would struggle to stir up a Convo with Pollux since he doesn't know sign Language, but they'd still have this 'Brother in law bonding' vibes between them 🤭

They got together while Y/N and Pollux were doing the propos together. Pollux sees a picture of Madge that Y/N keeps with her and just thought she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He eventually sees Madge taking care of the kids in the mess hall by herself and goes to introduce himself and tries to help her.

This is a really sweet moment in the series and after that they start spending time together. Pollux helps Madge with the kids and afterwards when the rebellion is over and Madge goes back to 12, she and Pollux write to each other. In the epilogue he surprises Madge with a visit and just kind of never leaves lol.

In the beginning of their relationship, Pollux communicates via note pad, until Madge is better at understanding sign language. She really falls in love with how patient and kind he is. He really falls in love with her willingness to learn and accept him for who he is. I don’t think Pollux thought he would get a relationship like this, and Madge was busy enough helping Y/N and Haymitch with the kids that she wasn’t looking. They deserve each other and this love story so much.

I do think Haymitch does try to learn to at least interpret sign language, but he’s not very good. Polly and Pippa (Madge and Pollux’s twins) have been taught to sign from birth so I think they also try to teach uncle Haymitch.

Pollux and Haymitch have their own way of understanding each other and their own version of signing after a while, which is one of the sweetest things. I imagine Y/N, Everest, Arista, Daisy and August all learn to sign as well.

Pollux and Haymitch have a great relationship with each other and I think they hang out a lot because Y/N and Madge remain very close. I think because Haymitch and Pollux have both lost a brother, they value their bond even more.

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She’ll probably go back for them later, but didn’t want her newly recovered man to see her having an angry outburst 🤣

It was either being with her or nothing. In that moment he remembered why he did all of this to begin with; to have her. He’d rather die than not have her

Hijacked Haymitch seeing the cameras get thrown out by her, then maybe spicy time later

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“Why didn’t you ask me to help?” Haymitch runs out to meet his wife. She’s hauling those damn cameras out of her house.

“I’ve got it,” Y/N huffs, continuing to push the contraption. “It has wheels.”

You stubborn, awful, wonderful thing. “You don’t have to do this by yourself anymore. I’m here.”

“I know.” Y/N leaves the hunk of metal at the corner of the yard. “I know.” She rests a hand on his forearm.

“I want to fix this, fix us, and I understand if you still don’t trust me-”

“I trust you.” Y/N stops him. “We’re not…there’s nothing to fix, Haymitch.”

“I want to remember everything.”

“You will.” Y/N cups his cheek in her hand. Running her thumb along the stubble on his chin.

He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. “Let’s go home.”

“Madge and the kids are there.” Y/N reminds him.

The kids. His perfect, wonderful kids.

“Your house then.” Haymitch decides.

She knows what he wants after all this time, knows him like the back of her hand. Leading him past the front porch to the inside of the house.

Haymitch can see her there, in his mind’s eye. When she was younger, when they both were and she would cry after they performed for those stupid cameras.

“Do you need a minute?” Y/N asks, feeling him tremble beneath her fingertips.

“I need you.” Need to be close to you. He lies her back on the sofa cushions. He wants to make it go away. The visions of her here, in this house, on the bed upstairs. In that stupid suite in the Capitol where he made her cry.

“I’m here.” She allows him to peel away each layer of her clothing and then his own.

“All those things I did to you…” After the hijacking and before. “I hate that I did that to you.”

Y/N holds her hands out to him, in silent surrender. “You only ever did what you could to keep me safe.”

He told her it made him feel safe, seeing her hands. Because knowing where they were helped assure him she had no ulterior motive. But those hands, her hands, that so loved him. Her hands that held their children, her hands that held him together when he would have surely fallen apart. Her hands that are nothing but gentle in this cruel world, timid with her love for him. Those hands could never harm him. And if she changed her mind, decided that she could no longer love him, he has nothing to live for.

“Just do it.” Haymitch bites out. “If you’re gonna kill me, do it. If you’re gonna hurt me, do it. I don’t care.” I just want you. All of you. Everyday, every hour, for the rest of my life. Give me you or put me out of my misery.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Y/N reminds him. “I love you. I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”

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Hijacked! Haymitch's reaction to Y/n pregnant with August 👀..wait would he still be called august though? I'm very curious on how he would react since he had no memory on making the other three, knowing she's pregnant with August, I imagine the scene of him panicking since he forgot all of the past experience of Y/n in labor with the rest of his kids. Would she still be delivering august at the capitol? Or at home with the help of Madge and Katniss? It would also be his first time taking care of her pregnant ever since he got hijacked. Would he maybe have a little bit of memory on how he took care of her while she was pregnant with the rest?

I think hijaked! Haymitch (in this specific context) would react better than he did in Moves & Countermoves. Not because this Haymitch loves her more, but because he wants these memories with her so badly. He wants to remember everything, and I think he does remember some of the previous pregnancies but he wants to start over with her. He wants to be really present.

He might be a little nervous, but he is just so in love with her and their family. Then he starts to think about her safety and what the best thing to do would be. Going back to the Capitol would have set him off, but he would have done it.

Instead, they end up having a doctor come to 12 who has the tools and knowledge to perform a c-section if necessary.

While she is pregnant, I think he would be so attentive to her. He would ask a ton of questions and he would start to remember more little things like what she craved while pregnant with Everest, Arista and Daisy. He wouldn’t say anything, he’d just start bringing these little offerings. Like crackers with strawberry jam and pickle slices on top. (This was her ‘Everest’ craving.) Cream puffs with powdered sugar on top (Arista) and Peeta’s honey butter dinner rolls (Daisy.)

When she goes into labor, Haymitch is pacing and cursing and really just going through it because he doesn’t remember. I think seeing her in pain really freaks him out. But he keeps reminding himself that this is normal (I think he read a lot of books about it.) And asking what he can do for her.

The experience of her giving birth while probably scary for her and him, is something they really cherish in hindsight. Because they knew that they had finally figured out how to work past triggers and have this really beautiful moment of welcoming their last child into the world.

Haymitch cried tears of joy when that little screaming baby was put on Y/N’s chest. And he’s so gentle with his son, he barely touches his little back, but he loves him right away.

With everything going on, they still hadn’t settled on a name and August still doesn’t want to be July, so his name is still August.

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Hijacked Haymitch seeing the cameras get thrown out by her, then maybe spicy time later

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“Why didn’t you ask me to help?” Haymitch runs out to meet his wife. She’s hauling those damn cameras out of her house.

“I’ve got it,” Y/N huffs, continuing to push the contraption. “It has wheels.”

You stubborn, awful, wonderful thing. “You don’t have to do this by yourself anymore. I’m here.”

“I know.” Y/N leaves the hunk of metal at the corner of the yard. “I know.” She rests a hand on his forearm.

“I want to fix this, fix us, and I understand if you still don’t trust me-”

“I trust you.” Y/N stops him. “We’re not…there’s nothing to fix, Haymitch.”

“I want to remember everything.”

“You will.” Y/N cups his cheek in her hand. Running her thumb along the stubble on his chin.

He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. “Let’s go home.”

“Madge and the kids are there.” Y/N reminds him.

The kids. His perfect, wonderful kids.

“Your house then.” Haymitch decides.

She knows what he wants after all this time, knows him like the back of her hand. Leading him past the front porch to the inside of the house.

Haymitch can see her there, in his mind’s eye. When she was younger, when they both were and she would cry after they performed for those stupid cameras.

“Do you need a minute?” Y/N asks, feeling him tremble beneath her fingertips.

“I need you.” Need to be close to you. He lies her back on the sofa cushions. He wants to make it go away. The visions of her here, in this house, on the bed upstairs. In that stupid suite in the Capitol where he made her cry.

“I’m here.” She allows him to peel away each layer of her clothing and then his own.

“All those things I did to you…” After the hijacking and before. “I hate that I did that to you.”

Y/N holds her hands out to him, in silent surrender. “You only ever did what you could to keep me safe.”

He told her it made him feel safe, seeing her hands. Because knowing where they were helped assure him she had no ulterior motive. But those hands, her hands, that so loved him. Her hands that held their children, her hands that held him together when he would have surely fallen apart. Her hands that are nothing but gentle in this cruel world, timid with her love for him. Those hands could never harm him. And if she changed her mind, decided that she could no longer love him, he has nothing to live for.

“Just do it.” Haymitch bites out. “If you’re gonna kill me, do it. If you’re gonna hurt me, do it. I don’t care.” I just want you. All of you. Everyday, every hour, for the rest of my life. Give me you or put me out of my misery.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Y/N reminds him. “I love you. I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”

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Do y/n and Haymitch ever go on talk shows, like the Tonight show. Since the capitol likes y/n I could see her doing a google autocomplete challenge or other various games and interviews, all while acting for the camera.

We know they are on Caesar’s show a lot. I think he hosts a lot of different shows (like Lucky Flickerman was covering the news and the Hunger Games simultaneously.) But Katniss also says Y/N is “shoved down their throats” in the districts. So if there are talk shows, I imagine she and Haymitch would be on them.

I think Y/N modeled a lot of high fashion items for Vanity because Y/N was her biggest inspiration. So she was really plastered all over the Capitol. Haymitch probably participated (against his will 😂) in some modeling for Vanity as well, maybe a men’s line. Everest and Arista would model the children’s clothing.

They were on everything, everywhere. The Capitol loved them, the districts hated them. They were just trying to survive.

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They are insufferable lol but I love them

From that one ask, but is she ever in the magazines with Haymitch?

I’m sure she is, they were like the ‘it’ couple. I imagine it kind of styled like this (without the guns lol)