#amara varvari

[allonsysilvertongue]

Between Lives

A boy from the Seam, a tribute who won against insurmountable odds, an unwilling mentor and a rebel mastermind. A snap shot of different aspect and centred around Haymitch’s life. A collection of one-shots, timelines are random.

Requested by @marizpe17: I have another prompt, hope you like it and write it please: An eighteen year old Haymitch dealing with crazy fans that claim to be maddly in love with him. That follow him wherever he went outside the training center. Maybe a stalker that has a photoshoped picture of him and her like groom and bride, the kind of stalker that avoid all the security and you find them in your room.

The Unexpected Rescuer 18 years old

tw: molestation

Haymitch was winded. He had been weaving in and out of crowds hoping to lose his tail and when he saw the establishment in the distance, he sneaked in. What could have easily been a ten minutes journey had turned into half an hour. With a final glance over his shoulder, Haymitch slid into the booth at the far corner.

Chaff looked his way and chuckled, sliding the bottle of whiskey to him. Haymitch wrinkled his nose at it. His friend swore that any answer to any problem could be found at the bottom of a bottle and while Haymitch indulged him in his drinking once in a while, he really wasn’t fond of losing control of his thoughts and mind.

“Still dealing with that crazy fan of yours?”

“Yeah,” Haymitch gritted his teeth in annoyance. “Bat shit insane with all that psycho-babble about being in love with me and wanting to be with him. Get the fuckin’ hint – I don’t want to be with her and she’s got like - what? - five years on me or something.”

“You could always take her for a spin, have some fun,” Chaff shrugged.

The very idea was unappealing to him. His mother would have blanched at the thought. He had been raised to always respect the fairer sex and to treat them the way he would want his mother to be treated.

“You know I ain’t like that.”

“You’re too green, boy,” Chaff laughed in his face.

Haymitch shot an alarmed look around him. He was trying hard to keep a low profile and had no desire for Chaff’s laughter to attract any attention to him.

“Whatever. I told you – you should have gotten those bodyguards with you when you leave the Training Centre.”

“No,” Haymitch scowled. “I ain’t one of those.”

He had always scoffed at the celebrities and politicians sitting on Snow’s government walking around in public with bodyguards. He didn’t need them.

“She ain’t dangerous, just crazy.”

“It’s a fine line,” Chaff told him in all seriousness. “Maybe drop the bad boy persona Mags got you on and they won’t be so hung up on you.”

“I’m not on any persona!” Haymitch said indignantly. “That was for the Games to get sponsors but now I’m just… me.”

He hated how uncertain he sounded. He wasn’t trying to be anybody here in the Capitol but what if the front Mags had asked him to put up during his Games had never left him?

“Alright,” Chaff raised a hand. “It’s three in the morning – crowd should have thinned out by now. Let’s head back.”

The Capitol was still very much foreign to him but with Chaff around, he navigated them through short cuts and alleyways, and Haymitch remained completely hidden from the one woman who had been following him everywhere he went.

“I’ll see you later,” Haymitch waved when the elevator opened on the eleventh floor.

Walking into the Penthouse, Haymitch was careful to keep his footsteps quiet. The last thing he needed was for Amara Varvari to be woken up from her slumber and give him a lecture. He hated his escort and he was just waiting for the old goat to retire so there would be a new replacement. Chaff had assured him that this should be happening soon considering Amara’s age.

Haymitch turned the knob to his room silently.

The only reason he had not shouted in surprise was because he was too shocked. His voice fled him and he could only stare in abject horror at the sight before him.

Haymitch took several steps back, feeling trapped and claustrophobic.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she smiled at him coyly and beckoned him over. “Come here, baby.”

Haymitch swallowed the lump in his throat and averted his gaze.

She was naked in his bed without a single stitch of clothing on her, and she seemed to be comfortable with being nude in a man’s bed since she was languidly lounging on it. A hand was extended out to him but Haymitch remained rooted.

“Haymitch,” she crooned.

At the sound of his name, Haymitch lifted his gaze and it immediately fell on her breasts. They were huge and round and ‘they’re so big’. They were unlike anything he had ever seen. His eyes roamed her body and he felt something twitched. If he were to ignore the heavily made-up face and the unnaturally green dyed hair, his Capitol stalker was hot.

And her breasts… His teenage brain thought once more.

“What – what are you doing here?” he croaked out.

“Don’t you know?” she pouted and then she batted her eyelashes. “I was waiting for you. Do you like what you see, baby?”

“There are security guards downstairs. You shouldn’t be able to – There are security guards.”

“Of course there are, silly. But they would never stop Haymitch Abernathy’s girlfriend from visiting him now, would they?”

Something violent roiled inside of him.

“You’re not my girlfriend,” he spat. “She’s dead and you ain’t her.”

The anger propelled him forward. Haymitch crossed the distance towards the bed, grabbed her arm and hauled her roughly to her feet. If he hoped to scare her and chase her away, his action only had the opposite effect.

She sighed dramatically.

“You’re so aggressive and so strong,” she whispered the words seductively in his ears.

Her hand squeezed his bicep.

“What else are you going to do to me tonight?”

Her tongue licked the skin below his jaw and he flinched.

“Stop it,” he pushed her off him but she was persistent.

“Are you sad about your dead girlfriend?” she asked, acting all innocent and then her eyes gleamed. “I can make you forget all about her. We’ll make each other scream, what do you say?”

He was never given the chance to reply. Haymitch yelped when he felt her hand rubbing the front of his pants.

It left him frozen, his muscles tensed. He was stunned silence to find her so forward with no qualms taking what she desired. In his eighteen years of life, Haymitch had not had many social contacts with women and even worse, his sexual experiences were limited to making out and fooling around with his girlfriend after school. To find someone who willingly offered her body to him was making him apprehensive and to be honest, he had no idea how to act in this situation. He wanted to run away. He wanted her far away from him but his body had other ideas the moment she slipped her hand down his pants.

“Oh, you’re liking this – I can tell. You’re hard. Talk to me, baby, tell me what you like. Tell me what you want me to do,” she moaned huskily as her fingers stroke him into hardness.

He clenched his jaws.

“You have to… stop,” he said once more, trying hard to control his breathing and to not let his voice betray how much this was affecting him. “This ain’t right. This – holy shit.”

She had dropped to her knees and had taken him in her mouth. His hand shot to her head, his fingers fisting around her green hair.

Haymitch was hard and throbbing and she was doing wonderful things. His skin was on fire and his blood was roaring in his ears. It felt so good but in his mind, he was fighting a battle between desperately needing her to stop and taking what was being offered to him so freely.

She blew against him and the cooling sensation made him gripped the back of her head tighter. She took it wrongly and began to earnestly suck him off. Haymitch looked down, mesmerised by the sight of her green head bobbing up and down, and the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

The sudden loud knock of the door startled them both. It opened to reveal his escort standing there, confronted by the sight of him with his pants down and his cock in a girl’s mouth.

“Oh my,” she screeched.

They looked at each other and for once in his life, Haymitch was so glad to see the old goat.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he hurried to explain, pulling himself free with a soft pop from her mouth and pushing the girl away from him.

She fell on her bottom ungracefully.

Haymitch pulled his pants up and shoved himself inside, wincing at the scratch of fabric on his still sensitive part. He zipped and there was still a bulge but he could feel himself slowly going limp.

“I hope you had enough senses in you to use the necessary protection, Mr. Abernathy.”

“No, I didn’t mean -” he stopped short at her thunderous expression. “I came back from the bar with Chaff and she was in my room – naked! She’s been following me around everywhere.”

“Mr. Abernathy,” Amara sighed exasperatedly. “What you do with your time is your business. If you’ve decided to engage the services of a … prostitute,” she said the word carefully, “I cannot stop you but do not make such -”

“I am not a whore!” the girl spoke for the first time. “I love him and I have been trying to convince him that we should be together! We are made for each other. We are soul mates.”

Haymitch flinched at the absurdity of it all.

“I came here tonight to surprise him, to give him a good time and make him realise how good I can be for him. You are just spoiling it now, please leave.”

Amara blinked and Haymitch could tell that she was less than impressed with her. “Young lady…”

“See!” Haymitch jumped in on that. “A stalker.”

“Leave, Mr. Abernathy,” Amara gestured and pursed her lips. “I will handle this and make sure she does not talk about what transpired in this room.”

Haymitch did not need to be told twice. He fled and pounded on Chaff’s door one floor down until he opened it. When asked, Haymitch kept his mouth shut. One day, he would tell Chaff about it but right now, he felt sick to his stomach.

Amara isn't my favourite person but I think she walked in at the most appropriate time and saved Haymitch from something. Also, I get goosebumps just typing Haymitch having 'baby' as a pet name, like, that's the last thing anyone should be calling him.

There’s no hayffie in this one-shot :(