#dad!haymitch

[onlybeeewrites]

Finding Magic

Request: May I request a hunger games request Haymitch x wife reader, she is a district 12 victor from the laye 50's games. She is around 4-8 years younger than him. It is set in district 13, we see him with their young daughter named after his fellow 50th game tribute and just fluff, please Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!reader

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x wife!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: SUNRISE ON THE REAPING SPOILERS, characters mentioned

A/N: the first of many Haymitch requests UGH I loved this and seeing soft Haymitch. Enjoy!! <3 ~~~~~~~~

The quarters in District 13 weren’t much—gray walls, stiff bedding, and a distinct lack of anything that could be called personal. Everything was practical, assigned, and strictly regulated, from the meals to the uniforms to the way time itself seemed to tick by in rigid blocks.

But somehow, you had made it feel like home. Haymitch wasn’t sure how she did it. Maybe it was the warmth she carried with her, the way she never let the weight of their reality smother the small joys you still managed to carve out of the days. Or maybe it was the way you saw things—not just for what they were, but for what they could be.

Even here, underground, you made the world seem bigger.

Your ten year old daughter, Louella was sprawled out on the cold floor, utterly lost in the book she held, her small fingers gripping the worn pages as if they contained the secrets of the universe.

Haymitch could see the crease between her brows, the slight parting of her lips as she whispered words under her breath, tasting them as she read. Whatever world she had discovered in those pages had its hooks in her now, and nothing short of an emergency would pull her out of it.

And you sat nearby, your head bent over a needle and thread, patching up yet another hole in your daughter’s jumpsuit. It wasn’t the first tear she’d fixed this week, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

Louella was always running, climbing, sneaking into places she wasn’t supposed to be. She had the boundless energy of someone who had never known anything but motion.

Haymitch liked to pretend he didn’t know where she got that rebellious streak from, but between your quiet defiance and his own tendency to do exactly the opposite of what people expected, the girl hadn’t stood a chance.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching them for a moment before speaking. “What’s she reading this time?”

You didn’t look up, but there was a small smile on her lips. “Poetry. About magic.”

Haymitch raised a brow and pushed off the wall, making his way over before flopping down beside Louella. “Magic, huh? Didn’t think District 13 allowed that kind of thing.”

Louella shot him an unimpressed look over the top of her book. “It’s poetry, Papa. Not spells.”

Haymitch smirked, leaning in as if she had just admitted to something scandalous. “Still sounds like nonsense.”

Louella let out a dramatic sigh and held up the book. “Just listen.”

She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and read aloud:

“The wind hums secrets through the trees,

The river sings to passing bees.

The sky bends low to kiss the land,

And leaves spell stories in the sand.”

She closed the book with a decisive little snap and looked up expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

Haymitch tilted his head. “Huh. Not bad.”

Louella beamed, victorious, and turned to her mother. “See? Even he likes it.”

You chuckled, tying off the stitch with practiced ease. “Took him long enough.”

Haymitch rolled his eyes but turned back to Louella. “So, you really think there’s magic in all that?”

Louella nodded eagerly. “Mama says magic is just seeing things the right way. Like when the sun looks like melted gold, or when the air smells different before a storm.”

You take a pause, setting down the sewing, stretching your fingers before smiling at your daughter. “My family always believed in magic,” you said, voice soft with nostalgia,

“We grew up in the fields, and we saw it in everything—the way fireflies danced like little stars, the hush of the earth before the first snowfall, the way seeds always knew how to find the sun.”

Louella’s eyes widened in that way only a child’s could, full of wonder and longing for things just out of reach. “I wish I could’ve seen all that.”

You smiled fondly, brushing a curl from Louella’s face. “You still can, sweetheart. Magic’s in the little things. You just have to know how to look.”

Haymitch snorted, shaking his head. “That why people used to call your family wild?”

That caused you to smirked at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Of course. You’d know that. You’d also remember that people often said we were odd for believing in things you couldn’t hold in your hands. But it takes special people to see the magic in little things.”

Louella grinned. “Good thing I’m special, then.”

Haymitch hummed, “yes you are, sweetheart,” he said glancing between the two of them—you, his wife, with your quiet strength and stubborn belief in things bigger than themselves, and his daughter, practically glowing with excitement at the idea of unseen wonders hiding in the world around her.

Louella yawned, rubbing at her eyes but still stubbornly gripping her book. “Can I read one more?”

You glanced at the clock on the wall—lights-out was soon, and rules were strict here. But sighed, a small, indulgent smile on your lips. “Just one more.” How could you deny one of the few pleasures you were able to indulge in?

Louella grinned and flipped through the pages, searching for the perfect poem. Haymitch, meanwhile, leaned his head back against the wall, one arm draped lazily over your shoulders.

He wasn’t much for poetry, but he liked the sound of Louella’s voice as she read, soft and full of belief. Reminding him so much of you.

“The stars will shine beyond the dark,

Their light will never wane.

A whispered wish, a hopeful heart,

And magic stays the same.”

Luella looked up, blinking sleepily. “That means magic is always there, right? Even when we can’t see it?”

You ran her fingers through Louella’s hair. “That’s right.”

Haymitch huffed. “Poetry’s got a lot of nerve making promises like that.”

Louella giggled, pressing her face into his side. “You just don’t get it, Dad.”

He smirked, pulling the blanket up over her. “Guess not.”

She let out another small yawn, and this time, her eyes didn’t open again. Haymitch exhaled, shifting to pick her up. She made a sleepy sound of protest as he scooped her into his arms, but she didn’t fight it, just curled against his chest like she’d done since she was little.

You stood and followed as he carried Louella to the small cot she called a bed. He tucked her in, smoothing down the blanket while you brushed her hair back, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Haymitch stayed there a moment longer, watching as Louella breathed slow and deep, already lost in dreams. He reached out, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Sleep tight, wild thing.”

She didn’t stir. You slipped your hand into his, lacing their fingers together as they stepped back from the bed.

Haymitch pressed a kiss to you temple as they settled onto their own bed. “You’re gonna turn her into a dreamer.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “Good. The world needs more of them.”

Haymitch didn’t answer right away. He just held you a little tighter, his fingers absently tracing slow, idle patterns against your arm.

Even after all these years, it still felt surreal sometimes—having this family, having you.

He thought back to the first time he saw you, standing on that stage at seventeen, trying to keep your face blank as your name was called. He’d been your mentor then, five years after winning himself. And he had been forced to watch 10 kids die since then. He was sure you would be the 12th.

And so he was forced to watch as you stepped into the arena, as you fought. But this time you proved everyone wrong as you won.

He had known, back then, what kind of person would walk out of that place. What it took to survive.

But you had come back still you, against all odds. You had come back stubborn and sharp and kind in ways the Capitol couldn’t kill. You still held onto who you were. And that alone was the perfect act of rebellion.

And somehow, in the years that followed, through nightmares and rebellion and the slow, aching process of trying to be something more than just survivors—you had found your way to each other eventually. And then became more.

Then two, became three. You had sobbed in his arms when you found out, fearing the day that she too would have to be reaped from the bowl of names. With a high chance of her dying in that god forsaken arena. The guilt, Haymitch remembered, took such a toll on you.

“How could I do this? Bring a child into this world?” You had once said. But after some time you had come to terms with the baby—Luella. Light in the dark. And a memorial name after the one of the tributes from Haymitch’s games. A sweet little girl you remembered from the Seam.

But now, you all were here, in a dimly lit room beneath the earth, with the most incredible daughter who believed in poetry and magic, in a place where hope was hard to hold on to.

And yet, somehow, you still did.

Haymitch exhaled, pressing his forehead against your hair. “You know,” he muttered, “I always knew you were trouble.”

You laughed softly, shifting closer. “Oh? Since when?”

“Since you looked me in the eye after they called your name and didn’t cry.” His voice was quiet, thoughtful. “Since you gave me an attitude that first day on the train. And especially afterward,”

Your fingers brushed against his hand, lacing together. “Guess that means you didn’t do a terrible job as a mentor.”

Haymitch huffed a small, dry laugh. “Didn’t do a great one, either.”

You squeezed his hand, tilting her head at him. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

He didn’t answer, just pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your hair.

You were here. You were still you. Even after everything you both had gone through.

Maybe that was magic too.

[sweetsbylia]

babydaddy!haymitch abernathy x reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, kept their daughter’s name from my previous fic!!, pet names (sweetheart, baby etc.), few cuss words, haymitch and reader are parents

a/n: hihihi so i took a lil break but i have so many new fics coming up!!

word count: 654

“haymitch you sure you don’t mind watching over her for the day?” you ask him for the millionth time. it’s not like you didn’t trusted him with your daughter, but she was still so little and this would be the first time she’ll be with her daddy only, for so long.

“sweetheart, everything is gon’ be okay. i got it. y’do what y’need to do.” your husband kisses your forehead gently, comforting you, before few minutes later he’s walking you out of the door of your shared home, returning to his baby girl shortly after.

“daddy!” maelin babbled excitedly reaching her arms out towards haymitch, who’s heart just melted like an ice cube left on the sun.

“hi angel, look at you, huh..” he mutters picking her up in his arms, just admiring the small creation of his and his wife’s love, with a warm smile that was forming on his lips.

“fuck..” he swears for the hundredth time in the last four hours, as he was trying to lull his baby to sleep and stop her dramatic cries for her mother.

haymitch didn’t even knew where the time went, when his eyes darted toward the glass windows and the sun seemed visibly lower than he remembered it from when he checked last.

the clock above the counter strikes six thirty pm and you’re still no where to be found, as haymitch prepared the last bottle of milk of the day for his little girl.

and god was he tired. he always admired how you were able to stay on your feet all day, pamper your child, carry a second one, take care of your marriage, the house and yourself, while smiling. never once had he doubted it was not an easy work but holy shit was he now finding out how tough it is to not fall asleep in the middle of a motion.

haymitch hears his daughter’s impatient sounds, as he hurries over to the living room, taking her into his arms and attempting to feed her. more than that, it felt like he was just on a mission to slay a dragon.

“fuckin’ finally..” he huffs laying the bottle on the coffee table in front of him, leaning back against the couch, settling maelin comfortably on his lap, holding her close do she would not fall.

you unlock the door, keeping as quiet as you could when you were welcomed by nothing but silence filling the air of your home. you tiptoe to the living room, from which a soft snoring could be heard and you can’t help but smile at the adorable image of haymitch passed out on the couch, with your baby girl sitting on his lap, smiling contently, making it seem like she was the one watching over him and not the other way around.

“hi baby..” you whisper, taking her into your arms, kissing her soft cheek, giggling with her as she pointed at her daddy, looking drained and ten years older than he did few hours ago.

“did you take care of daddy?” she nods immediately, proud of herself, before absolutely shocking you with a new addition to her vocabulary.

“fuck.”

a gasp left your lips before your eyes shot daggers into oblivious, sleeping haymitch.

“haymitch!” at the scream, he jerks awake immediately jumping onto his feet, head turning from side to side like a mad man, looking for his daughter.

“maelin- oh! baby, fuck, hey love, you’re here.” haymitch sighed relieved going in for a hug, but hearing maelin speak up in your arms made him stop in his tracks.

“fuck!” she repeated after her father, smiling angelically at her parents, unaware of the glare you pierced through her daddy again and that if looks could kill, he’d just drop dead.

“oh.”

“oh?! that’s all?!”

“well, holy shit- i didn’t..”

“shit!” the little girl said again, more and more excited with each cuss word.

“haymitch!”

[allisluv]

Mom Effie and dad Haymitch looking after fainted reader 😭

mom!effie is freaking the fuck out. she doesn't know what to do, so haymitch steps in. he carries you to the couch and leaves effie with you while he goes to get a glass of water. he comes back and effie's got a fan from her handbag and is just viciously fanning you LMAO. when you regain consciousness, they let you rest but they're still so worried and you're definitely being mollycoddled by mom!effie for at least another week.

[lewiathans]

I have the headcanon that Katniss’ kids keep bunnies as pets and one day, one of them dies from old age. That evening Katniss serves him up for dinner (food is food) and all hell breaks loose. The kids scream and cry, Peeta desperately tries to calm them down and Haymitch falls off his chair from laughing so hard while Katniss grumbles about how she doesn’t understand what they are on about.

After reading the Epilogue this headcanon is just cemented into my brain. I love her, but Katniss-I-tried-to-drown-my-sisters-cat-Everdeen would be fun to watch as a mother.

[mercutio-escalator]

i cannot adequately describe the emotion i feel watching people miss the VERY OBVIOUS message of sunrise on the reaping in favor of calling the book fan service

[whenthewallfell]

Wild and poorly broken, Horse was originally destined for the butcher's block for being completely untameable, until Haymitch won him in a game of cards from Finnick Odair. Not particularly wanting a horse that almost killed a man, Haymitch tried several times to release it back into the wild, but it found its way back every time. He eventually resigned himself to the long, slow process of breaking it in using a gentler technique he learned in Nuevo Paraíso, to some success.

Horse is deeply attached to Haymitch and seems to delight in being as much of a nuisance as possible. He remains nameless (but answers to variations of 'Damn Horse' and 'Quit It') because Haymitch insists that he'll get rid of that stupid animal any day now.

...aaaany day now

[katnissandpeetamellark]

I actually think it makes total sense that Lenore Dove and like a MAJORITY of the hunger games characters are Multiracial yall lol

[girlrandomstuff]

haymitch learning that drusilla and magno were married: they are marriED??

katniss learning that haymitch and effie have never been married: arent they divorced?

[you-askedforthis]

Haymitch: Congratulations on the toasting!

Peeta: Thanks, Haymitch.

Haymitch: I feel like my kids grew up and married each other.

Katniss: Stop talking.

Haymitch: It’s every parent’s dream.

[danyllura]

teenage haymitch watching president snow choking to death and downing the pitcher of milk that could save his life and then turning back to the crime scene like “oh no you’re out of milk” :(

[katnissmellarkkk]

quick thought! “ma” and “mama” are probably very common district things to say.

coryo implied sejanus called his mom “ma” because he was originally from district two. and now haymitch calls his mom “ma” as well, probably because he’s from the backwoods of district twelve. lucy gray called her mom “mama” if i remember correctly, which is also a southernism. but you know who called their mom “mother” like a victorian child?

katniss.

and maybe it’s about her resentment towards her mom and maybe she called her mama when she was little before her dad died but prim notably also calls their mom “mother” as well, even though katniss says prim completely forgave their mom. so i think it’s because katniss’ mother was raised a merchant. katniss talks several times throughout the series about her mom being more proper than most (teaching katniss table manners uncommon in the seam, telling katniss not to track snow into the house and wanting her to wear shoes more appropriate for someone of her status). so my idea for why katniss is so formal/different with “mother” and even “father” comes from her upbringing.

[allthethoughtsandstuff]

jesus fucking christ no wonder he couldn’t stand katniss do you know how many ghosts he sees in her????

[sweetsbylia]

FROM EDEN

warnings: angel!reader, fluff, haymitch being a softie :((, mention of food and eating??, one tiny mention of the past - nothing graphic, beside that none!!

summary: babbydaddy!haymitch getting turned into a princess by his baby girl

a/n delivering more of daddy!haymitch as requested!!

word count 900

“daddy..” the small pout took haymitch’s focus away from the not so interesting movie he was watching on the television screen as he turned away to face his daughter’s puppy eyes, shifting his position on the balck leather couch he raised his eyebrow lightly.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he smiled at her, he was always so gentle with maelin, he didn’t even had to try that hard, it all came naturally since the very first time he held her and saw the tiny baby hands, with still blinded eyes reaching for him.

“will y’ play princess with me?” haymitch sighed softly, he loved playing with his baby girl, doctor, singer, picnic, he’ll do it, byt getting tons of kids’ makeup on his face, his hair into very odd styles with dozen butterfly clips and tiara hanging from them was one of things he’d rather let you do.

“where’s your mama thought?” he couldn’t say no, not ever but suddenly haymitch became very aware that it’s been some time since he last saw his wife.

“she’s making cookies, please daddy?” in maelin’s eyes, he daddy was the perfect victim, his blonde hair were very princess accurate in her humble opinion and on his paler skin the poorly pigmented eyeshadows and lipglosses showed so greatly.

“m’kay then, sweetheart.” haymitch said, reaching for the remote, pressing the red button to turn it off while his daughter happily smiled. he collected himself from the cushion, picking up mealin into his arms, she squealed, little hands clutching on the fabric of her father’s shirt as he carried her upstairs to her adorable pink room.

the now unmade bed was in the corner, filled with stuffed animals just below the windowsill, white princessy curtains hung from the ceiling to envelop the bed whole, a vase with fresh pink peonies, her mommy’s favourites, decorated the nightstand beside the bed and that soft fuzzy little pink carpet on the floor make the room appear even cosier.

mealin, once she was let down by her father, took his much bigger hand into hers, leading him over to her little beauty corner, consisting of the small wooden table haymitch put togther for her and a chair that was definitely way too small for him and with a quiet, “sit daddy.” she excitedly started rummaging her drawer full of supplies that would help turn her daddy into a true pretty princess.

just like she saw her mommy do, she started off with a moisturiser, which was nothing but a baby cream you put into your old fancy skin care container for her to play with, her little hands smeared the cream over haymitch’s rougher skin, a little bits of the buttery texture getting caught in his unshaven stubble, he squinted in fear of losing his sight when her small fingers so dangerously neared his eyes.

ever so unbothered maelin smiled at her artwork, moving on with her steps, she took a hold of the, in haymitch opinion, very pointy brush and started covering not just her dad’s eyelids with the bright, pink coloured powder of an eyeshadow, then it was used as a blush to ‘match’ and of course she would never forget the glitters. everywhere.

“you look so pretty, daddy.” the little girl giggled as she sat on haymitch’s lap, applying his sparkly pink lipgloss not missing any spot that was within an inch of his mouth area.

“thank you, baby girl.” and maybe if he didn’t look so ridiculous he wohld be flattered but what wouldn’t he do for that little ray of sunshine, joy and love.

the knock on the door followed by the delicious smell took the pair from their little world with, princesses, dragons and elves when you arrived in the doorway, your frame hugged by your (and haymitch’s) favourite flowy white sundress with the lacy detailing in the front, small cherry pattern all over and of course, there was a plate of cherry and vanilla sugar cookies in your hand.

“am i interrupting?” you soft giggle echoes through the room, and both your husband’s and your daughter’s eyes light up.

“mummy! look, i’m making daddy a princess.” maelin babbled, excitedly bouncing on her feet showing your proudly her daddy’s face that was now painted pink all over.

when you crunch down to her and stop to look at your man’s helpless face you just barely recognised the grumpy alcoholic you once met, that thought brought a smile to your face, the teror you both have been too seemed worth it for moments like this, that you will cherish forever, it will continue on for generations and the hunger games will become just a distant history.

“good job, baby. daddy looks beautiful.” you smile at her sweetly seeing how she puffed out her chest proudly and how haymitch gave you a deadpan look when you fixed the silver tiara with the big pink heart gem in the middle that begun to slowly slide off his head.

“i think you shall turn mommy into a princess next, sweetheart.” haymitch suggested not even trying to hide his grin as he took one cookie from the plate you had placed down just moments ago, the sweet taste made him almost hum contently if the sight of his gorgeous wife didn’t already.

“but mama already is a princess.” maelin opposed her father, making you laugh again, before she started munching on one of your created deserts herself.

[rainagainstthewindowatnight]

She collapses against me, and I cradle her in my arms as the convulsions begin. There is nothing I can do but watch, helpless again. Just as I was to save Louella. For a moment, the two merge, Lou Lou and Louella. She’s just one pigtailed kid I’ve known her whole life, and I would do anything to spare her this.

[bettsfic]

finished Sunrise on the Reaping (new Hunger Games book). regardless of how i'm feeling about the book itself (bad!), i'm crazy about the Maysilee/Wyatt potential. rich tough-as-nails mean girl and calculator-brain oddsmaker with protective instincts and a heart of gold? i hope to god i'm not the only one who sees this. i'm calling the ship name Wysilee and i have a full-ass AU idea that i don't have time to write but that's going to live in my head forever and ever until i do

[lipstickreptile]

Katniss: You're pregnant!

Effie: Yes!

Katniss: That's amazing! When are you due?

Effie: May!

Peeta looks at Haymitch.

Peeta: You haven't even married her yet!