#haymitch abernathy x daughter reader

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District 12 Princess readers, I am getting inspired to try and keep writing this book for Finnick Odair. If you have any ideas send them my way ❤️

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Moves & Countermoves (Prologue)

Haymitch x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

The Sixtieth Hunger Games will begin in five, four, three, two, one.

“Mom.” The boy at his mother’s bedside whispers, “Mom.” He shakes her shoulder lightly. She’s dreaming again and now, at the age of nine, he understands why he must be careful when waking her.

Y/N gasps, springing from the mattress, prepared to fight. But then she sees him. Everest, her sweet boy, forged in his father’s image. There is no denying, he’s her husband’s child through and through. “Sorry, sweetheart.” She sighs, letting both hands drop to her sides.

“S’ok.” He shrugs, stuffing worried hands into his pockets. “Dad’s with Arista, she’s pretty upset…doesn’t want you to go.” I don’t want you to go.

“Well,” Y/N forces a smile. “We don’t want to go without you either.” It was just like President Snow to demand they have children and then drag them away each year to mentor the games. Everest and Arista have only been required to join them in the Capitol for fanfare. The games are not about them anymore.

With Y/N aged twenty-nine and Haymitch forty, the novelty of their winnings has worn off. The most fascinating thing about them now is this, their love story and the family created from it. The anomaly that is Y/N Abernathy, Mayor Undersee’s eldest daughter, plucked from the reaping bowl at age fifteen. The girl who once hated her drunk of a mentor and grew to love him as the years passed.

The Capitol adores her, she is their darling. People hang off the edge of their seats, feasting on crumbs, anticipating her next move. What will she be wearing? Which victors sit within her inner circle?

Haymitch allows this, encourages it even. Because it keeps her safe. There is no cost too great. Y/N is everything Haymitch conditioned himself not to want. Snow knows exactly how deep his hooks are in. Killed Haymitch’s family because he didn’t appreciate the way he won the games; with an axe to the force field. Gave him a new family to dangle over his head years later.

Unfortunately for Haymitch, the cost of these theatrics means allowing Y/N’s former stylist to preen over her on reaping day.

Y/N can hear Vanity being ‘warmly’ welcomed by Haymitch on the first floor.

“Come on,” Y/N pats her son’s cheek. “Let’s go.”

Everest grins, racing toward the stairs. They do love their mother’s stylist and they only get to see her twice a year, if they’re lucky.

“You sure that headpiece is getting through the door, V?” Haymitch remarks, watching as the chandelier like dome attached to her skull pushes its way into their home.

Vanity scoffs, “good to see you too, Haymitch. What did you do to my darling?” The blue haired woman gasps at the sight of his five year old daughter, all but hysterical.

“I’m leaving her,” Haymitch sighs, shifting the little girl lightly in his arms.

“Tut, tut, my love.” Vanity coos, “Daddy will be back soon.”

“I want my Mommy to stay.” Arista sniffles, “you can’t take both.”

Everest reaches the bottom stair, saving Vanity from having to respond when he launches himself at the Capitol woman.

“Now this is a welcome,” Vanity ruffles his hair. “Look how big you are, my goodness.”

“I’ll be ten soon.”

“How the time flies.” Vanity catches sight of her victor. The first and only. “Y/N.”

“Hi.” Y/N smiles, wrapping both arms around herself. She is wearing a long sleep shirt with mismatched bottoms. The other woman is surely appalled at the sight.

“Let us…” Vanity’s eyes, unnaturally colored by contacts, flit about her, “get to work.”

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This year there is a bit of excitement at the reaping. Their female tribute actually volunteered, not something people really do in twelve. But it was for her sister and when it comes down to it, if Y/N was put in a position to choose between her little sister, Madge and herself facing the games, she would’ve done the same.

Y/N’s family will tend the children until they return, same as they have every year since the kids were born. Leaving them never gets any easier, especially if one or both is crying when they go. Y/N steps onto the train to the Capitol, still in her ridiculous mirror ball of a gown. Waving their children goodbye.

Haymitch is there, tense hands resting at her shoulders. “They’ll be alright.”

“I know,” Y/N nods.

“We’ll be alright.”

“I know.”

Part 1

[morganwrites12672]

🩰, haymitch’s daughter!reader x Finnick O’Dair

My 800 follower celebration is still going on through March 1st!

Finnick Odair x Abernathy!Reader

Summary: You attend a Capitol party!

Genre: 99% fluff

Warnings/Tags: Finnick Odair x reader (romantically), established relationship, Abernathy!reader, female!reader, Haymitch Abernathy x Reader (Platonic), sweetness, a few kisses, nothing super explicit, a few curse words, mention of prostitution, finnicks work, few sentences about THG

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Finnick finally found you in the crowd of crazily dressed capitol assholes. The party was begining to get extremely suffocating and he needed to find you.

"Hello darling," he whispered in your ear before sneaking off with you to a bare corner. His eyes quickly dart around the room looking for an escape.

"Left," you whisper and he sees the door you were referring to. God, these stupid parties got old very fast. Especially after years of them.

Finnick grabs your hand and carefully navigates the way to the door, without getting caught up in any unruly conversations.

You both reach the door way and sneak into the hallway. You rest your head against the nearest wall and finnick wraps his arm around you. He presses a kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours.

You both sit in silence, listening to the others breathing and heartbeat, for what fells like eternity. He finally pulls away and you place a quick kiss to his lips.

He smiles before giving you a proper kiss. His lips crash onto yours, the excitement of sneaking away from the party combined with the wine you had oth been sipping, makes every sloppy move feel eletric.

His lips move in sync with yours as his tongue begins to find it's way into your mouth. He finally breaks the kiss and you lean back.

"And then we get to do all of these again tomorrow night," finnick complains. These parties did suck. I mean, who wants to hang out with rich dickheads that think prostituting teenagers is acceptable?

The answer is no in their right mind.

"Hey, don't worry. It will all be over soon," you remind him. Sure, the parties were held almost every few days, but there was a small loophole.

You and finnick were both victors. The 74th Hunger Games would be starting soon. You would be training district twelve, and he would be training district four.

In a few weeks the both of you would have very few parties to attend. The only downside was, well, everything you would be doing.

Training kids for their certain death was hard. If you weren't being forced to prance around and sleep with every rich asshole who had the money, you were helping aid the Capitol in murdering innocent children. It was great.

"At least we will be together a little bit," finnick says with a smile before kissing you again. When everything was wrong, finnick could count on you to make it all right.

His lips moved in syc with yours. The buzz of the alcohol and the adrenaline from kissing him made you forget everything. His tongu-

"I don't like seeing your tongue down my daughter's throat," Your dad says, clearing his throat. Finnick jumps at the man's voice and moves a few steps away.

"Much better," Your dad says before drunkenly stumbling off. He had coping mechanisms all right. There was a reason you helped train the kids. Your dad hates that you had to participate.

"Let's go suffocate," Finnick jokes as he grabs your hand and leads you back into the party. Everything was wrong, but a few right things could make you forget it.

Even if it's just for a few minutes.

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[oweninadaydream]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 ||𝐇.𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲

summary : Haymitch finds solace in a friendship with young (Y/N). Now Haymitch is outside, watching. (Y/N) is in the Arena, fighting.

song inspo: "There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair" - The Great War by Taylor Swift

pairing : Haymitch Abernathy x fem!reader (platonic)

word count : 1.8 k

contains : angst, hurt no comfort, betrayal, found family trope, violence, some gore, death, this story is set way before Katniss and Peeta's games. Also, first time writing for this character so probably a bit OC Haymitch hahaha.

a/n : Here you have my first moodboard !!! I wanted to try and capture the vibes of the story in three images and I'm pretty proud of myself. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story :) PD: shoutout to @sarahisslytherin for being so supportive everytime I have a crisis hahaha. Comments are always appreciated 🩷

“I think it’s time I have another dose of that medicine they've sent'' she said as a cue for him to get up from his spot and hand her the remedy inside the metallic jar. (Y/N) had been sick for a day and a half and, even though it was the boy's fault that they had encountered the monster that had bitten her, she wasn’t holding it against him. She knew she could trust him ; at the end of the day, the male tribute from her district had made an alliance with her and she had been doing everything in her power so that he didn’t die. He stood up and handed her the jar. 

Haymitch had awoken suddenly after falling asleep on the couch while watching the games in the room designated to the mentors. The constant worry was affecting his sleep schedule and his appetite detrimentally. Not for the boy, no ; he didn’t give a shit about that brat who had skipped all the training sessions and had dismissed his mentor every time he tried to give them valuable advice. He was anxiously picking his lips for her, for (Y/N).

People thought Haymitch had met her after the Reaping, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Ever since (Y/N) was little, she roamed the District streets in solitude, as her mother had died and her father was extremely neglectful towards her. A younger Haymitch had recently become the District 12's victor and was beginning to develop a certain addiction to alcohol when, one cold afternoon, he encountered a young child by the gates of Victors Village.

Her sparkly eyes caught his tired gaze and a stare contest began. "I don't have time for this bullshit" he crankly thought while looking away. She asked him his name and that if that big house was his. He turned around and wondered whether he should engage in a conversation with the child who obviously had no better place to be at. He noticed the kid was underfed and didn't wear any winter clothes. The heart that had stopped beating after surviving the Hunger games came back to life , like a phoenix being reborn from its ashes. From that day on a very special bond was created between the two unfortunate souls. He was still very grumpy and had a little problem with drinking, but (Y/N) made him want to do better. She was incredibly smart and her sarcasm was one of the very few things that made the former tribute laugh. Their talks and dinners were a secret to the rest of the world ; he couldn't risk hurting the girl he had grown to love as a daughter.

He soon discovered her birthday was the day after the Reaping. This year she would turn 19 and the panic the Reaping used to cause her would finally end. Just one more year of not getting chosen and she could live a peaceful life, just like she had always dreamed of. The latter year Haymitch had been talking about taking her in as his daughter, as her father had also passed away. But before that could happen, the most disgustingly ironic thing happened.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" 

One day, she only needed one more day. But it seemed useless to whine about something that would not change anyway. The other tribute was a boy nobody really talked to, so neither she nor Haymitch had any idea of what to expect from him. To say that the mentor was devastated was an understatement. But he could not show it, his face impassible as ever instead. 

He was there for every meltdown before the dozens of events, for every doubt she could have about how to make it out of the Arena alive, for every nightmare about what fate had planned for her. Haymitch observed with a worried frown how nobody approached (Y/N) during training week ; she was very astute but her mentor had stressed the importance of making alliances in order to have more chances to survive, and seeing how she was going to be all alone out there compressed his chest with acute pain.

He did everything in his power to prepare her for the multiple dangers she could be facing out there. Still, Haymitch’s mind couldn’t help but explore the darkest scenarios ; optimism was never one of his qualities. In the end, the apathetic boy from 12 decided to make an effort at the end of training season and he turned out to be a magnificent and stealthy climber ; he also started to get close to (Y/N) and they decided to team up. The change of attitude shocked Haymitch but since (Y/N) was much more calm and focused, he didn't put too much thought into it.

The District 12 mentor stared at the bright screen in front of him and watched how (Y/N) was sound asleep. The last 3 hours had been pretty dull on their part of the prefabricated habitat : he had gone out to collect some wood and after he had returned, he lit a fire and offered to watch out for any intruders while she slept. 

Suddenly, Haymitch noticed how the young male had started pacing back and forth in a nervous manner. His instinct of suspecting of everything anyone does kicked in very quickly. The tribute started sobbing heavily as he wielded the dagger he had managed to obtain from the cornucopia a few days earlier. His shaky hands lifted the weapon in the air and, with all the strength the teenager possessed, he stabbed her. 

The blade of his dagger penetrated her back with disturbing ease. He felt as if someone had put him on autopilot and, despite (Y/N) turning to feebly try to defend herself from the unexpected attack, he kept her still against the cold ground and continued to inflict the fatal wounds.

Her shuddering screams reached her assailant's ears like a distant echo. On the television, however, (Y/N)'s last words were perfectly understandable. His name. She was screaming his name. Haymitch couldn't quite detect whether the screams were a conscious call as a hurried form of farewell or a primal instinct in search of comfort triggered by a delusional pain that caused her to abandon all logic or coherent thought. If he had to bet, he would go for the second option, considering how quickly she was bleeding to death and the panicked expression on her face as she realized her life was rapidly coming to an end.

The stabs were becoming significantly weaker and that could only mean that the adrenaline rush that had originally enabled him to act in favor of his secret plan had slowly faded, only to leave him stranded in the tragic reality he had created. The screams stopped quite quickly, as she was choking on her own blood. The lack of cries caught the attention of the aggressor, who looked down and saw how (Y/N) breathed out for the last time. His shirt was a crimson mess. However,  nothing could compare with the bloody puddle that was coming out of her body. 

Leaving no time to mourn or process the scene in front of him, the Careers appeared and found the violent scene already over. Without an ounce of remorse or repulse, one of the District 1 tributes made their way towards the paralyzed teen and the corpse.

“There’s no time to waste. Give us her supplies, we’ll take them to our hidden spot in the skirts of the mountain. Meanwhile, you must go to the Cornucopia and bring some more food and weapons. You’ll join us later” The commanding voice of the male tribute intimidated the boy from 12 who obediently began to hand them what used to be (Y/N)’s : the matching axes, the food she had collected and had determined to be safe to consume, the medicine that was supposed to help her heal from the bites of the venomous creature. 

Haymitch beheld the horrific scene shown on the gigantic TV totally disassociated from reality ; he couldn’t move but the uneasiness crawling up his skin created a tight and uncomfortable feeling that he urgently needed to shake off. How could the boy be so stupid, so naive ? The Careers would kill him after he had completed the tasks they had ordered him to do; he was just a pawn in their master plan to win that hellish competition.

The camera pointed towards the interior of the cave where the body of the young woman laid still. Haymitch could barely recognize the corpse; that could not be the girl that brought light back to his life after living in the dark for so long or the young adult who respected him but also held him accountable when he messed up. No, that was not her. His brain could not assimilate the idea of her dying in such a vile and miserable way. That scum, poor excuse of a man would regret breaking his word, backstabbing his daughter like only a coward would.

He wished him a slow, painful and sanguinolent death. Actually, he wished he could have entered that damned Arena and done the job himself ; if you want something done right do it yourself, right? After a couple of seconds, the sound of the canyon and the image of (Y/N) projected in the sky appeared on the TV and as fast as they came, they disappeared from the screens, moving on to something much more entertaining for the expecting audience. 

He quickly excused himself from the room before anyone could begin to notice the grief in his expression. In the quietness of his private room, he started wailing and throwing everything in his way around, tearing all his belongings to pieces as a way to channelize his pain. After a while, he stopped only to approach the drinks cabinet provided by the generous Capitol, and he poured himself one of the many drinks he would have that night and the days to follow.

His heart began to develop another stone wall around itself, but this time it would never ever be destroyed, not like (Y/N) had managed to all those years ago. This time he would drown all his sorrow and any kind of emotion in all the types of liquors he could find. He would close himself to the world ; nobody would carve him open again, nobody would get so close to the real version of himself. He vowed then and there to abandon all hope and just let the years go by until the arrival of his final day. 

He exited the room only to sit on the balcony floor. While staring at the night sky, he felt a tear rolling down his left cheek ; after releasing a shaky breath, he raised the glass that contained his numbing remedy and murmured : 

" 'till we meet again, sweetheart"

[haymitchabernathymybeloved]

Drink Me Away

dividers by @anitalenia

Series: Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins)

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x F!Reader

Warnings: Age gap, porn with so much plot, smut, vaginal sex, daddy kink, slightly weird dynamic, traumabonding(?), underage drinking/alcoholism in general

Summary: You were never more than just drinking buddies with Haymitch, until you came to him for consolation when your parents disowned you. He never planned to make a move, but you couldn't handle it. He was your favorite person- but that could never progress, right?

A/N: Absolutely no writing of the actual Games- just there for plot reasons. I've loved Haymitch for so long and theres absolutely no xreader fics with him, so I wrote my own.

Please let me know if i missed any warnings! happy readings ☆

You came from a well-off family, one that had never had to put their children in danger with tesserae, one that got the freshest bread, one that had no idea about their eldest daughter's after-school activities; heading to the hob as often as possible, paying anyone she could for a bottle of spirits. You began when you were 16.

Your only true drinking competition was Haymitch Abernathy- he had known your family for years, but as close as he was with your father, he had never known you. You never cared to approach him when he entered your house or when your parents spotted him in the square.

When you became a regular Hob attendee, you saw much more of him. Drinking competitions became a regular occurrence between the two of you when you were 17, praises of your tolerance always boosting your ego at 18. This lasted until you were 19.

Your father had a rough day at work. He had visited the Hob for the first time in year, accompanied by Haymitch. He had come to try and spot you before your father could and tell you to book it. It didn't work out that way.

Haymitch spotted you two seconds too late, after hearing the deafening screech of your father yelling your name across the Hob. You froze in place, glass in hand and arm on a man who's name you couldn't remember. The sounds around you died around somewhat, all eyes on the father-daughter exchange.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hissed, approaching rapidly.

"I'm 19, dad, I'm allowed to have fun," you huffed.

"Since when is 'fun' illegal drinking in the black market?"

"A while now, actually."

"You're grounded."

"I'm 19."

"Then get your shit," he snatched the drink from your hand, throwing it back like water. "And get the fuck out of the house." He slammed the glass against the table, turning tail and leaving.

You sat, stunned at the confrontation. You slipped off your barstool and followed your father's path in a haze. You jumped when a hand clamped around your wrist, eyes flickering to Haymitch standing there, concern splashed through his features.

"What happened, sweetheart?" He questioned genuinely.

"Nothing, Haymitch, don't worry about it," you sighed, trying to pull away and not drag him into family business.

"I said 'what happened', kid. Not 'do you want to tell me'," he demanded.

"I- nothing," you stopped yourself. It was none of his business!

"I want to help you, let me, please." Well you never thought you'd hear him say please.

"My dad kicked me out- happy?" You fumed, a sudden rage building in your belly as you yanked your wrist away from him with all your might and began stomping off.

"You can stay with me," he called after you. "The couch is comfy." You turned on your heel back to him.

"You're kidding," you blanched. "Seriously? You'd let me stay with you? Why?" The questions spilled out, confusion and appreciation mingling.

"Because I care about your wellbeing, kid," he chuckled. "And if you're living with me you ain't gotta head all the way to the Hob for a drink or two."

And so began the complicated relationship between the two of you. Two unemployed day drinkers with no hobbies, no friends, and no family. You found out that your mother wanted nothing to do with you, and they wouldn't allow your siblings to see you. Haymitch had no family left alive. You were both stuck drinking away your sorrows together.

He didn't make you get a job- just run errands. Get food, get living supplies, relax. He got the liquor. He kept you from drinking too much, usually limiting you to three glasses at a time. A good majority of your time was spent cuddling. It wasn't weird. It was just.. comforting. For the both of you. Nothing weird.

The night you had moved in with him was the first time. You were vulnerable, and ended up sobbing on the floor with a bottle in your hand. He slipped it out gently, setting it on the ground next to you. He leaned down and picked you up off the ground with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck. He laid down on the couch with you in that position, letting you blubber and yap until you fell asleep.

When you awoke, you were squished between the back cushions and his body comfortably. His arms laced around your waist, holding you to his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You dozed back off and when you awoke he was sitting at his armchair, unphased and watching the news.

it had been 6 months since that night. You drank with him almost every day, had two friends which were men you had drank with at the hob, and had hobbies and a black cat that roamed freely through Haymitch's house. Things were.. good.

And you were falling for your housemate.

He was nothing more than someone who you cared for. You were legal, yes, but he was so much older than you. He was a respectable man- sure, drinking the days away with a friend's disowned daughter wasn't exactly mature behavior, but at least he held you close every time you cried. But that was purely platonic affection, him caring for your well-being and holding you through the night being the only way he knew to comfort you.

That night, you drank your feelings away with him. He was getting louder and you were getting quieter, watching him carefully. Trying not to expose the vile thoughts running your mind into the dirt as he blabbed about his favorite liquor.

The heat in your tummy only got worse as you drank more, giving him professional fuck-me eyes by your 4th. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. But by the way his eyes never left yours, even when you looked away, you were sure he had.

"H-Haymitch," you hiccuped, certain you were bordering alcohol poisoning. You never drank this much- either you had enough or he stopped you. Not tonight. "I'm not, I'm really, uh," you couldn't get your thoughts straight. "Take me to our room, please." You managed to get out.

"Our room?" He questioned, brighter than you'd ever seen him. "Last I checked, we've never slept in it at the same time. If anything, the living room is our room." He sauntered over to you slowly, placing his bottle on the table in front of you. You reached for it and got your hand smacked. You were already feeling a little green.

"Just take me," you groaned, choking back a gag. "I'm sleepy." You whined at him.

"Sure you don't need to vomit, sweetheart? Do it before I tuck you in, if you would be ever-so-kind," you shook your head no, but then stood swiftly and shook your head yes. He guided you to the sink as you emptied the contents of your stomach in it. He held your hair. You tilted your head back up and turned the water on, washing the liquid away.

"Atta girl, let's get you some water, why don't we," you groaned and nodded, washing your hands and turning back to him as he handed you a bottled water. You chugged it, feeling a tad more sober, and you began to walk to the bathroom. Haymitch sat back down and swirled his finger around the lip of his cheap whiskey bottle.

You brushed your teeth and tongue thoroughly. You wouldn't have cared, you didn't. But something in the way Haymitch's fingers continued to linger on your skin made you start to. You exited the bathroom, swishing a bit of mouthwash through your teeth before walking to the kitchen sink and spitting it out there.

"Take me to bed." You requested, standing in front of haymitch in your big tee-shirt and shorts.

"Awfully bold now, aren't you sweetheart?" He rasped, standing almost as soon as you had asked. He walked towards you, leaning down and scooping you up bridal style. You were not expecting this- a belly laugh escaping from you as he began to walk you up the stairs.

You were drenched. Absolutely soaked through your panties. You just prayed he wouldn't notice anything off about your demeanor- maybe he would just chalk it down to the abundance of alcohol in your system?

"Haymitch! Do you have to be so rough?" You gasped as he nearly threw you and himself onto the bed. As you recollected yourself, he stood. "Leaving so soon?" You whined playfully.

"Not if you don't want me to, doll," he chuckled. His raspy voice sent a chill down your spine.

"Well, I mean," you sputtered. "I would- I don't, no. I don't." You finally got your words out, pursing your lips and peering up at him through your lashes as he laughed at you.

"God, you're a mess, aren't you sweetheart?" He mocked, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. "I would almost think it's more than just the alcohol at this point, wouldn't you?" You inhaled sharply through your nose at the insinuation.

"What? No, I'm just really drunk, that's all-" he pressed his thumb to your lips.

"Quiet," he whispered, leaning closer to you. "Lying won't get you anywhere in life, sweetheart." God, he was so close. You could smell him, more than usual. Pine and whiskey, mingling into the sexiest thing you had ever had the pleasure to smell.

You whimpered out loud when he pulled away. He smirked at you. Your eyes went wide as he began stripping. "Wh- why, what-" You tripped over your words, nearly beginning to crawl towards him. He was clearly relishing in your newfound behavior.

"Calm yourself, doll," he chuckled, flopping down next to you on his bed. "I'm just getting comfortable- you wanted to sleep after all. Right?" He was asking for your honesty.

This was the make-it-or-break-it of the night- he was giving you the chance to tell him what you were feeling. "I, uhm," you began with so much confidence and hope. But then, your critical thinking kicked in. He didn't actually want you to respond like that! He was warning you not to act on your obvious desires.

"Yes, just want to sleep," you muttered, beginning to pull your shirt from your body. You stood before you could finish. "I'll go to the bathroom, sorry." You apologized, melancholy. He grabbed your wrist.

"You're fine, sweetheart," he was serious. Your heartbeat increased and you suspected he was feeling at your pulse with the way he was squeezing. "Lying won't get you anywhere." He intentionally repeated his words from earlier. A shiver ran down your spine and settled in your bones. You were on edge and dripping wet. You whimpered.

"Haymitch, please," you whispered. "Don't make me say it." You pouted at him with glazed eyes and he pulled you back onto the bed in front of him. You were looking at him with need in your eyes, and he nearly matched your expression.

"Well, if you're so tired, you'd better get ready for bed, right, sweetheart?" He rasped, and you felt disappointment settle in your gut.

"Oh, uhm, yeah, I guess," you spoke quietly, scooting yourself to be more comfortable as you reached under your shirt to unclasp your bra. You were looking away from him, trying to avoid facing the cause of the weight on your chest.

A featherlight touch on your abdomen drug your attention away from your failed attempt, arms falling to your sides as he replaced your hands, unhooking the garment with ease. The straps fell from your shoulders as he reached to the bottom of your shirt. You raised your arms and let him lift it, leaving you in nothing but shorts and your loose and unsecured bra.

You looked at him in curiosity. He noticed and smirked. "You have to be comfortable to sleep, don't you, sweetheart?" His gentle grip turned demanding and you gasped as he snatched the only thing covering your breasts. Your arms flew to cover yourself and he slowly reached to restrain your wrists, shifting his weight so he was holding himself over you, pinning your wrists into the mattress.

"H-Haymitch," you whispered, barely audible.

"Yes, love?" He matched your volume, leaning so close that you could taste the whiskey on his breath.

"Kiss me," you asked. "Please." He looked from your eyes to your lips, silent for a moment.

"There's no going back if we do this," he warned, staring into your eyes for any tell of your thoughts. All he could see was desire. The same burning desire that fuelled the hard-on in his briefs. "I won't pretend anymore, especially not if you let me do what I want right n-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Haymitch," you groaned, bucking your hips up and rubbing yourself against his clothed erection. "Before I change my mind." You giggled.

He pressed his lips to yours fervently, touching you in a way that all the hours you had spent together could have never prepared you for. His hands flew from your wrists and his weight shifted to his knees, pressing your heat to his cock as he practically dry-humped you through your makeout. He was rubbing his thumb into your hip, squeezing it so tightly but you relished in it. His other free arm was pressed into the pillow next to your head, keeping him from crushing you under his weight.

"Good God," he groaned out needily, pulling away from your lips to begin kissing and sucking on your throat. He threaded his fingers through your hair, tilting your head for more access to your quickly purpling neck. "Sweeter than candy, you know that?" He grumbled against your skin. Your hands were settled in his hair and on his broad shoulders, taking in every sensation.

"There's something I would like to taste," you smirked slyly, pushing at his shoulders gently, sitting up with him.

"Oh, really? And what might that be, darling?" He reached up and held your hands as they sat on his shoulders. You reached down to his briefs and pulled them until his cock sprung from the waistband. You gasped at the size of it, watching it slap against his stomach with a soft sound.

"Y-You're so," you stammered. "I'm not sure I can take all of that, Haymitch.." He chuckled, replacing his hand in your hair as he pushed you towards his cock, pulling you with him as he readjusted against the headboard.

"You'll learn." Was all he said as he pulled you until your lips were wrapping around his broad head.

"You're so," you spoke around his tip. "So girthy, Haymitch.." He laughed at your muffled words, spoken with his cock bumped against your cheek. You began to swirl your tongue around his tip and he sighed, letting his laughter die down. He shifted his hand and shoved his dick straight into the back of your throat. You gagged and sputtered, pulling off and coughing with your cheek against his rigid member.

"It ain't Haymitch to you anymore, sweetheart," he growled. Your eyes widened, not sure what his next words would be. "It's daddy. Got that, doll?" You gasped- how vulgar, why would he ever think you would call him something so, so-

"Yes, daddy," your own words caught you off guard. You picked your head up and proceeded to gag on his cock until you felt as though you could throw up. A few times, you were enveloped in pure bliss. Those were the moments when he groaned and shoved your head down so far that your nose buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock. You felt so used and proud of yourself.

"Atta girl," he praised, lifting your head off his cock and smirking at you. You were panting, saliva and precum coating your chin. "So gorgeous like this, should get you drunk like this more often." He kissed you gently, contrasting the roughness of which he just fucked your throat.

"Please," You begged quietly. "Please fuck me." Haymitch chuckled at you.

"Say my name, darling," he growled. You began to say Haymitch, but he interrupted you. "Not that name, doll." He corrected, grabbing you and pulling you on top of himself until you were straddling him. You were slightly caught off guard, grinding down on him and moaning. You were still clad in your shorts and panties.

"Please, daddy," you whimpered. He chuckled, gripping your hips and pressing you harder against him. "Please fuck me, daddy!" You cried out, throwing yourself forward into a kiss. He flipped you over, pressing your back into the mattress. He sat up and yanked your shorts down before ripping both sides of your underwear. You yelped in surprise and scolded him.

"Consider it a souvenir, sweetheart," he chuckled at you. "A souvenir from the first time you're getting fucked by me." You gasped, feeling him begin to align his thick head with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, and you cried out.

"Daddy! Be gentle, plea-" You were cut off by a silent moan getting caught in your throat as he bottomed out. "Mmhm, please wait a- a momen- mm." You could barely speak, he wasn't thrusting but he was circling his hips ever so slightly, giving you friction in parts of your pussy you didn't even know you had.

"Oh, I'll be gentle for now, sweetheart," he groaned, beginning to thrust gently. "But I can't promise that'll last." He kept a slow and rhythmic pace, bottoming out with every lingering thrust. You let out a sharp breath every time.

He picked up his pace, your breath hitching with every thrust. You did your best to hide any moans, but could barely contain yourself. He began suckling on your neck and unintentionally digging his fingers into your hips.

Then, he pulled out. You whined at the unwanted emptiness, but then he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. He began pounding into you, faster and harder and deeper than before. You became a slurred, moaning mess. He didn't stop, ignoring all of your moans and pleas of pure pleasure.

He had already begun to bruise your hips, squeezing and pushing and pulling to fuck you oh-so-nicely, penetrating you over and over.

He started getting rough, leaning over you and removing his hands from your hips. He started fucking you with the force of his whole body weight, leaving you moaning like a whore underneath him.

"I'm close, sweetheart," he growled. "You?" Not taking a break to let you answer, if anything going faster.

"Ah, uh, mm-mhm!" You cried. "K-keep, nn, going! Please daddy!" and with that, he lost all tempo and fucked you ruthlessly. He picked you up, put you on your back, pressed your knees into your chest, and slid back in one smooth motion.

This new angle was so deep, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You cried out, reaching to Haymitch and gripping your hands in his hair.

"Daddy! Please, please, please, PLEASE," you screamed, begging for release with all your might. He reached down, playing with your clit for a moment, and you burst.

You felt the heat in your tummy rush to all your pleasure points, overwhelming you. Haymitch didn't slow down, but when you began to squeeze his cock like a vice, he pulled you close and started with short, deep thrusts.

You fell asleep immediately.

When you awoke, you were alone in the bed. You looked around groggily, no sign of your newfound lover. You slipped your feet to the side of the bed, attempting to stand. Your knees gave out, but you caught yourself on the bed.

You noticed that there was no trace of your earlier activities- a clean bed that you had just been tucked nicely into, your legs had no residue of either yours or his juices. Your hair was neatly combed.

You heard the sound of water shutting off, and figured Haymitch had been showering. A few minutes later, he exited with damp hair and a towel around his waist. You were intrigued.

"Good mornin', darlin'," he chuckled at the way you were looking at him. "Looking so eager for another round, huh?" He teased. You settled back into bed.

"Soon," you told him. " But for now, come lay with me." You smiled, scooting further into the bed to give him space. He dropped his towel and walked towards you. You dampened at the sight of his semi-hard cock.

He slipped into bed next to you, flipping you over so your back was to his chest. His cock rested between your legs, the head bumping your clit.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, moving his hips and making his cock bump your sensitive nub. "That's what you wanted, right dear?"

A/N: hope you enjoyed! please leave asks/requests! BEGGING YOU!!!

[thelittlestladylikesthis]

The Pink Rose, part 5

Part Five- July 7th, 74 ADD

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x reader 

Word count: 2,119

Warnings: heterosexual relationship, light smut, fluff, reference to violence, arguing

It had been three days since [Y/n] and Haymitch had accompanied their tributes to the Capitol. Three days since Haymitch’s bad first impression had potentially revealed what the tributes were capable of. [Y/n] sat staring at her plate of eggs, toast, and bacon. She had a notebook and pen for notes as she listened to Haymitch explain the importance of the training days and knowing what their skills are. 

As in most things, Katniss was conservative about her skills. Peeta emphasized how good of a shot she was with a bow and arrow. Katniss responds by mentioning Peeta could throw hundred pound bags of flour and that he knows how to wrestle. 

“What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” Peeta said with a grimace.

Katniss shot back with an angry tone, “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!” 

“But you won’t! You’ll be living up in some tree eating raw squirrels and picking off people with arrows. You know what my mother said to me when she came to say good-bye, as if to cheer me up, she says maybe District Twelve will finally have a winner. Then I realized, she didn’t mean me, she meant you!” Peeta shouted.

“Oh, she meant you,” Katniss dismissed.

“She said, ‘She’s a survivor, that one.’She is,” Peeta said quietly.

The room stood still. [Y/n] felt her heart drop and an instant dislike of Mrs. Mellark. Who in Panem tells their own child they’re going to die after being selected in a reaping. The farewell opportunity is a time to wish for their safety and build them up. That bitch tore him down- she berated her son for someone else’s daughter.

After Peeta and Katniss calm down, Haymitch hesitantly restarts the conversation and insists that they spend their training days learning a new skill and under no circumstances showing the other tributes what they’re capable of- to save that for the Gamemakers.

“One last thing. In public, I want you by each other’s side every minute,” says Haymitch. The two teens start to object before Haymitch makes everyone jump by slamming his hand on the table, “Every minute! It’s not open for discussion! You agreed to do as I said! You will be together, you will appear amiable to each other. Now get out. Meet Effie at the elevator at ten for training.”

The two of them left the room and the sound of Katniss’ bedroom slamming echoed through their quarters.

“You’re not doing yourself any favors in her eyes,” [Y/n] said.

“I’m not here to be her friend, I don’t even want to be a mentor. But since she threw a knife and you’re more invested in what you see, I’m willing to play along,” Haymitch explained., “What are you doing?”

[Y/n] looked at him out the side of her eye and saw he was referring to her notes, “I’m writing what I know. I’m trying to see what I can confidently say or twist for the sponsors. But I need to be careful,”

“Careful? I think you mean ruthless,”

“No. Careful. The deepest pockets always want something in return. I also need to remember who I have dirt on,”

“You sound like Finnick Odair,”

“Not necessarily a bad thing in this scenario. He’s good at getting sponsors and since we’re good friends, it might be entertaining to see who we can snag this year,” [Y/n] smirked.

Haymitch chuckled in unison. The idea of pulling a fast one on some of the other tributes was an entertaining thought. He didn’t realize how fast time had gone until Peeta and Katniss emerged from their rooms, ready to go find Effie.

Once they were truly alone, Haymitch rose from his chair to stand behind [Y/n]’s chair, “You should really loosen up Sweetheart,” Haymitch whispers as he starts to rub [Y/n]’s neck and shoulders. As excitable as having beloved tributes is, it is almost more stressful than having tributes who fly under the radar. [Y/n] gave a quiet moan of pleasure as Haymitch somehow gave an excellent shoulder massage. His strong, rough fingers ran up and down the stiff muscles in her shoulders, attempting to break up the solid tension that had built there. Suddenly, Haymitch’s hands slowly made their way over her shoulders and over the front of her dress. In the same instant, his lips rest just under her jawbone. He began to kiss her neck with enthusiasm; lightly sucking the skin and running the tip of his tongue over the same spot. [Y/n] felt a shiver run through her body. The heat where he kissed her neck resonated through her torso and went down between her legs. The burn increased as his hands cupped her breasts and found their way under the fabric.

Haymitch whispered against her skin, “It’s been a while since we tried this,”

[Y/n] responded with soft chuckle, “It’s been less than three days,”

“Less than three days too long,” he whispered as hands massaged her breasts.

[Y/n] reached around and ran her fingers into his curls. Her back began to arch as Haymitch circled her nipples with his thumb. His lips left her skin and he trailed his nose up until she felt his warm breath on her ear, “I wanna take you on this table,” he growled. [Y/n] melted at the sound of his lowered voice.

“This better not become a regular occurrence!” a familiar voice trilled prompting [Y/n] and Haymitch to immediately separate. Effie quickly walked across the room muttering quietly, “You’d think they own the place!”

[Y/n] stood up and placed one hand on Haymitch’s chest, “She’s right, we really should be more careful,” 

“We still have an hour to be careful,” Haymitch said as he scooped her up.

“Haymitch!” [Y/n] squealed as he quickly headed towards his bedroom.

“At least be quiet!” Effie yelled from the other room.

*     *     *

After six days in the Capitol, six days of [Y/n] schmoozing sponsors, mediating conversations between Haymitch, Katniss, and Peeta, and having a few short interviews with Caesar Flickerman, came private session day. The day where Katniss and Peeta show what they can do. The sessions started after lunch, but Katniss and Peeta would go last since they were from District 12. [Y/n] remembered how infuriating that was. If you were from 12, it was likely that the Gamemakers had indulged themselves on food and drink by the time it was your turn. They were either drunk, tired, or passed out after watching over 20 other demonstrations. 

Effie and Haymitch were engaged in a conversation about the sponsors they’d already gained when Cinna and Portia got off the elevator. It was almost dinner time and they’d want to be hearing about how the sessions went. After about 20 minutes, Peeta got off the elevator and walked to his room to change clothes. Roughly 15 minutes later, Katniss burst out of the elevator and nearly sprinted to her room. Effie, Haymitch, and Portia call after her from the sitting room, but she doesn’t stop. Peeta was in the hall when she passed him, “Hey, was she crying?” he asked with concern. [Y/n] and Effie tried to get Katniss to open the door, but she just yelled for them to go away.

Effie tried again at dinner time and this time returned with Katniss. Katniss avoided eye contact with everyone, including Cinna and  [Y/n]. After a few minutes of small talk, the Avoxes bring dinner to the table and Haymitch starts:

“Okay, enough small talk, just how bad were you today?” [Y/n] rolled her eyes and gave him a look of utter disbelief. 

Before Katniss could respond, Peeta said, ““I don’t know that it mattered. By the time I showed up, no one even bothered to look at me. They were singing some kind of drinking song, I think. So, I threw around some heavy objects until they told me I could go.”

“Figures,” scoffed [Y/n].

Cinna shook his head in disappointment, “If they’re going to send them all into the same arena, they could at least afford the same attention instead of acting like that,”

“And you, sweetheart?” asked Haymitch.

Katniss’ eyes remained on her empty plate, “I shot an arrow at the Gamemakers,” the room silenced immediately.

“You what?” Effie yelled angrily, face draped in uncharacteristic horror. 

“I shot an arrow at them. Not exactly at them. In their direction. It’s like Peeta said, I was shooting and they were ignoring me and I just ... I just lost my head, so I shot an apple out of their stupid roast pig’s mouth!” Katniss said with a matter of fact tone of defiance.

“Are you crazy?” Effie almost yelled and saw Haymitch looking at her with a smirk, “I don’t think we’re going to find this funny if-”

“If what?” Haymitch interjected, “If they decide to punish someone?” he gestured to Katniss and Peeta with one hand and himself and [Y/n] with the other, “I think they already have, loosen your corset, have a drink,”

Cinna turned back to Katniss and carefully asked, “And what did they say?”

“Nothing. Or I don’t know. I walked out after that,” she responded

“Without being dismissed?” [Y/n] probed

“I dismissed myself,”

“Are you crazy?!” Effie trilled.

Haymitch ripped off a hunk of meat from his pork chop and leaned over to take a bite before stopping and chuckling,”What were their faces like?”

[Y/n] could see the twitch of a smile on the edges of Katniss’ mouth, “Shocked. Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them. One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch.”

Everyone but Effie burst into a fit laughter. Haymitch even looked as if he were going to cry. [Y/n] had not had a laugh that good in a long while.

Effie looked as if she were trying to avoid smiling, “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, that’s what I think,”

“I’ll get a very bad score,” the smile slowly fell from Katniss’ face.

“Scores only matter if they’re very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones,” Portia chipped in.

“For all they know, you could be hiding your talents to get a low score on purpose. People use that strategy all the time,” [Y/n] said with a reassuring smile.

[Y/n] turned her attempt at motherly reassurance to Peeta as he followed her with, “I hope that’s how people interpret the four I’ll probably get… if that,”

After dinner, the group settles in the sitting room to watch the scores be announced on television. A photo of the tribute appears on the screen and after they’ve been introduced, their score appears below them. The Career Tributes all score between 8 and 10. Most others score around 5. [Y/n] reminds Peeta and Katniss that this is normal. Then remembers most District 12 tributes generally score 4-6 and hopes that Katniss and Peeta don’t remember that.

Twenty-two tributes go across the screen when they finally see Peeta. The group celebrates while Peeta comes to terms with his score of 8. Katniss remained stoic in her seat, radiating anxiety before her number flashes underneath her picture:

“Eleven!” Effie squeals.

Cinna and Portia cheer and congratulate her. [Y/n] and Haymitch excitedly give each other a hug and then join the congratulations.

Katniss is still in disbelief, “There must be a mistake. How ... how could that happen?”

“I guess they liked your guts,” Haymitch said. 

“They’ve got a show to put on. They need some players with heat.” [Y/n] added.

“Katniss, the girl who was on fire,” says Cinna, “Oh, wait until you see your interview

dress.” 

“More flames?” Katniss asked 

“Of a sort,” he chuckled mischievously.

The group wrapped up the congratulations, discussed their schedules for tomorrow, and headed off to their rooms. 

Back in his room and uncharacteristically brushing his teeth before bed, Haymitch felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He looked down and recognized the carefully manicured hands of [Y/n]. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,”

[Y/n] nuzzled her forehead between his shoulder blades, “Do you think they can do it?”

“Well I know you don’t mean ‘can they both win’. So, do what?”

“Work together. Can one of them overcome this?”

“I guess we’ll see. There’s something there in both of them,”

Masterlist

[the-vex-archives]

The Hunger Games Masterlist (2024)

Haymitch Abernathy

Fics

"Victors Daughter" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Final Part ( x Daughter! Reader )

@countrymusiclover

What if Haymitch had a daughter after he won the games. What if he hides her true identity to keep her name from being called. What if she's best friends with Prim and is crushing on Gale Hawthorne.

Y/n L/n ( Abernathy ) lives in District 12 hiding from the Capital on her own while her father helps the new people chosen to be in the Hunger Games. Until her best friends name is drawn then she is asked to come to the Capital with Katniss and Peeta. Will she be discovered, will her and Gale get together, the biggest question is will the odds be in her favor?

Capitol Punishment   Part 2   Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11    Part 12   Part 13    Part 14    Part 15   Final Part

@on-my-vigilante-sht

The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

[leviathanspain]

Could you do a imagine where haymitch knew the readers mother as a teenager in school and he knew her really well before she was killed and he meets her daughter the reader and he gets flashbacks of her mother and he treats the reader like a daughter ?

just like her

haymitch abernathy x reader (platonic)

synopsis: a conversation at dinner pours salt in your wounds

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you sat with katniss and peeta with haymitch at the dining table. you were close friends with peeta and had gotten close to katniss over the course of the games.

haymitch had been moving his food around his plate with his fork when he set his fork down abruptly and stared at you. you jumped slightly, laughing nervously as you met his gaze.

“what?” you asked nervously, “do i have something on my face?” you raised a hand to wipe your face but haymitch laughed, smiling before continuing to eat his dinner.

peeta looked up at you and you shrugged, unaware of what was up with haymitch.

“i know you’re old and losing your marbles but-“ you started but was met with the sharp inhale of haymitch.

katniss looked between the two of you in silence.

“you look and act like her so much it’s insane. drives me kind of nuts, i’ll admit.” haymitch looked at you and your expression faltered.

“you knew her?” you asked in disbelief.

haymitch nodded and his eyes darted between you and his plate. it was almost like he was upset he had told you.

peeta looked at you with surprise, “really?” katniss had broken the silence and you looked at her with surprise that she even talked.

“it was a long, long time ago. before she passed.” haymitch dismissed the subject but you looked at him, angry that he had kept this from you.

you set your fork down and gazed at him, “no. please enlighten me.” your voice was pinched and peeta nudged you, “calm down.” he muttered but that just riled you up even more.

“y/n, please not now-“ haymitch began to set a hand up but you grew emotional with anger.

“no! because you brought it up, knowing how difficult this has been for me! what, haymitch! what about my mother?!” you panted.

“i was in love with her!” haymitch yelled in retaliation.

the silence that followed was sickening as you pulled yourself out of your seat and ran out of the townhouse.

you walked quickly as you tried to get out of the victors houses.

“y/n!” peeta yelled after you and you felt his hands wrap around you as you collapsed into him.

“why?” you screamed, “why couldn’t he just keep this to himself?!”

moments later, peeta was holding your hand as he dragged you back into the house. haymitch was nursing a drink in his hand as he glanced at you.

“we were neighbors. friends in school.” haymitch remarked.

you sighed, “how come she never mentioned you? she pretended you were just some guy who got lucky in his games-“

haymitch held a hand up, “because i asked her to never mention she knew me. it was too dangerous, fatal even, if she remained close to me.” haymitch took a sip of his drink, “if it helps you sleep at night, she never reciprocated feelings for me. i wouldn’t have let her anyway, she was too beautiful to be with me.”

you felt a metallic taste in your mouth as you thought about your father, “is that all?”

haymitch shrugged, “if that’s the extent of what you’ll hear.”

you nodded, biting your lip and taking off out the door.

peeta gazed at haymitch and haymitch sighed, “you and katniss are great and all. i won’t admit if i got attached to you or not but her,” haymitch took another sip and this time thought for a long time, “i take care of her the way her mother would’ve wanted me to.”

“haymitch.” poppy knocked a rock against his bedroom door that was so close to her own. she and her parents had suffered with the pain of losing her brother to the games the year previous. now it was haymitch’s turn to give himself up to the reaping. poppy had another year before she was of age.

haymitch’s window cracked open and out set a blonde head of hair, tired from the days activities.

“are you nervous?” poppy questioned and haymitch shrugged, “only if i get picked.”

poppy shook her head, “you won’t. i promise.”

haymitch nodded, smiling at her promise. “go to bed, we both have a long day ahead of us.” he remarked and stepped back into his window, closing it as he shuffled away.

you were now sitting behind your childhood home. your mother had fashioned a swing for you and your younger brother with an old tire and a string of her old scarves. your brother didn’t live past childhood and it broke your mother, losing him right after your father left her to die of a broken heart.

you heard twigs snap behind you and you turned to see a familiar head of hair moving to sit on the other side of the tire.

“you’re my kid. not biologically but your mother made me promise to take care of you.” haymitch spoke quietly, “i objected at first because im a horrible drinker but,” he paused, “watching you grow up, you are her daughter, through and through.”

you scoffed, “i had to raise myself, and you were there the whole time and didn’t do anything?”

haymitch shook his head, “would you have wanted me to? you’re not dependent, you would’ve pushed me away the minute i would’ve offered a hand.” he laughed bitterly.

“just like my mother.” you spoke.

“just like her.” haymitch replied.

[countrymusiclover]

Victor's Daughter

What if Haymitch had a daughter after he won the games. What if he hides her true identity to keep her name from being called. What if she's best friends with Prim and is crushing on Gale Hawthorne.

Y/n L/n ( Abernathy ) lives in District 12 hiding from the Capital on her own while her father helps the new people chosen to be in the Hunger Games. Until her best friends name is drawn then she is asked to come to the Capital with Katniss and Peeta. Will she be discovered, will her and Gale get together, the biggest question is will the odds be in her favor?

1 - Dad's Early Years

2 - Capital Call

3 - Difficult Hellos/Goodbyes

4 - President's Girl

5 - Training Heart

6 - Their Last Night

7 - Arena Game

8 - Victor's Home

9 - Winter Tour

10 - The New Mentors

11 - Keepers not Peaceful

12 - Allowing Attachments

13 - Worst Year Nightmare

14 - Victor's Reaping

15 - Capital Trickery

16 - Becoming Tougher

17 - Stage Performance

18 - My First Games

19 - Allie Worth

20 - Abernathy Rebel

21 - The Stories Weren't True

22 - Sober Father

23 - They Burn With Us

24 - Peeta's Warning

25 - Life Risking Volunteers

26 - How Dare You Try

27 - Pieces in his Games

28 - We Have Our Own Fight

29 - In Memory of Prim and Maya

Tag list - just ask to be added

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Dad's Early Years

Part 2

Victor's Daughter

@lemonluvgirl87

16 years ago - Haymitch's POV

"Elizabeth, I know what I'm asking of you. But I can't let anyone know she is my daughter." I explained holding my baby girl in my arms. Elizabeth is an old friend of mine from my childhood. I can't let the Capital know she's alive. A few months ago after I won my games my family was killed by order of President Snow. I found a way to win the games and become the first person ever in District 12 to ever manage that. "They killed my family. She is the only one I have left..." I begged her watching her weekly smiling at the infant girl.

A year before I went into the games I got together with a girl that I had a crush on from school. We were young and stupid to sleep together. I had never thought of having children and I nearly told her when she told me she was pregnant that I didn't want it. Until the day I got home after the games and she went into labor. She ended up dying after her birth. It was nearly everything in me to leave the baby to die or at least that was the plan until I stared into the eyes of my babies. The eyes she shared from her mother. I fell in love with my child that second.

"Haymitch if I agree to this we both could get killed. You must know that?' She questioned taking the girl from my arms holding her for a few minutes. Running my hands through my blonde hair, flipping it away from my eyes so I can see. "Elizabeth....her mother always wanted children. I'm doing this for her." My best friend finally sighs nodding in agreement. "Does she have a name?" I smiled letting the baby suck on my thumb. "Y/n."

Y/n's POV

A peaceful childhood is something I've never known. Living with a elderly woman who is friends with my father because he can't raise me out in the public of District 12. Hi my name is Y/n L/n, my real last name is Abernathy. I am sixteen years old and haven't gotten my name drawn in our world of the Hunger Games, yet at least. A bloodbath of survivor's my father told me once before he was transferred to the Capital yearly to be a mentor of the new tributes picked for the games. Tucking my blonde hair behind my ear I shrug on a jacket waving bye to the woman who has raised me. The wind blows through my hair as I entered the market handing a woman some goat cheese from one of my friends. The woman hands me some breed before I headed down to the Everdeeen's place. Knocking on the door it takes a few minutes before the door opened for me to see Primrose, Katniss's younger sister.

"Y/n!" She cheers allowing me inside and I closed the door smiling to her mother before her cat ran and puts its front paws on my legs, bending down I petted it with a smile. "I managed to get you fresh bread from the Mellark's, Mrs. Everdeeen." She takes it from my bag with a smile before the door opened and Katniss walked in carrying some dead squirrels. Locking the front door back making sure she wasn't followed. It was illegal to go hunting in the woods but her and Gale Hawthorne go out anyway. Late at night sometimes I lay awake thinking about how much better my father is living. How the Capital is treating him every year. Some part of me hopes to think he is missing me, wishing that we could live together instead of acting like we aren't related at all.

Katniss looks to me starting to cook the squirrels she killed. "Gale is looking for you." Whipping my head her direction I bite my lip hoping I'm not blushing. Growing up throughout school I started to develop a crush on her best friend. "He is?" I tried to not sound excited about that. But he's always been looking out for me since my mother, well the women who raised me at least has been getting older. "Yeah heading towards your mom's place." She answered as I jumped up hugging Prim quickly and she teases. "Y/n's got a boyfriend." I shake my head no at my twelve year old friend. Mrs. Everdeeen had me babysitting Prim sometimes when she worked late, so because close because of that.

Running home I see him sitting on the porch talking with my mom as I run up the stairs hugging him. He hugs me back for a few seconds until we break away smiling. "We managed to kill some extra food so I thought you'd want it." Tilting my head up since he's slightly taller than me I parted my lip. "Oh you didn't have to do that. You have a bigger family than me." He shakes his head as my mother helped him carry his bag of food smiling. "I wanted to, golden strawberry." I stick my tongue out at his nickname for me. He started calling me that one evening when he managed to find some strawberries in the woods. I moaned with a genuine smile on my face at how amazing they tasted. So now he calls me that getting me to actually smile. The three of us sat down at the table and he helps take care of my mom when he can. I can't help but wonder how dad would feel about him possibly being my boyfriend someday. But I doubt I'll get to see him anytime soon, secret letters addressed to my mother is the only way we contact one another.

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4 - President's Girl

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Part 5

Victor's Daughter

Since not much is known about Snow's granddaughter I'm going to instead be making up about how she would react to certain things. I hope you enjoy what I'm writing.

Guards banged on my door earlier this morning escorting me out of the tribute center. Putting some of my hair up with a small clip I throw on a long sleeve Grey tea shirt and some black leggings. Tying some old combat boots finally following them. Slipping the ring back on my finger I can feel my stomach turning in knots of tons of nervousness. The guards opened a set of large wooden doors letting me step inside having them close the doors immediately behind me. "I thought it was best I speak with you alone first Ms. L/n." Whipping my head around I sucked a lump in my throat hearing the voice of our President Snow. He is very old with a white beard, a white rose clipped to his black suit. He sits at his desk in front of the large window as my eyes scanned over the room. "President Snow..." I curtsye to him but he raised his hand instructing me to have a seat near him. "Please sit my dear."

Lowering myself into the chair I instantly noticed it is way more comfortable than anything we have in the districts. The amount of food I saw on the train was enough to make me throw up at how much it is probably thrown away. District 12 is the lowest district now that District 13 was destroyed years ago by the Capital. Everyone back home is nearly starving to death. "Have you been told why you're name was called on the Reaping day?" Snow suddenly breaks me from my thoughts making me look into his eyes shacking my head no. "The only thing I know is that it has something to do with your granddaughter, sir." He leans forward on his desk to be closer to me. "Yes indeed, my dear. I saw you comfort Ms. Everdeeen's sister. And I just got this sense about you." A sense that I'm hiding something. A sense that you'll need to kill me and my father because we lied to you.

"A good sense I hope." I mumbled under my breath hearing the doors open again. Turning around in the chair the same tow guards closed the doors behind themselves. Before me stands a girl that looked to be Prim's age. She has brown hair that falls over her shoulders. Wearing a simple Capital dress and some nice shoes. She holds her hands in front of her lightly smiling. "My darling, I'd like you to meet someone." Snow waved his right hand directing her to walk forward. He gets to his feet walking around to rest his hands on the girls shoulders. "This is Y/n L/n from District 12. She will be watching over you while I'm busy with preparing for the games." The girl waved at me when I raised to my feet sticking my hand out for her. She glances to her grandfather but shakes my hand, introducing herself. "Hi Y/n, I'm Celestia Snow."

Snow left the room a few minutes later and I strolled the halls with his girl. I could read his body language when he rested his hands on her. She's clearly very important to him which makes me even more nervous than I already am. "So Y/n, what are the Districts like?" Whipping my head down at her I nearly had to do a double take at her question. "Why would you want to know that, Ms. Snow?" She stopped staring up at me. "I've spent my entire life here. My grandpa never tells me about the rest of the world." Glancing up towards the ceiling I bite my lip debating on how much I should tell her. Living in the Capital she's basically royalty whereas everyone in the districts are living poor. The lower ones that is. "I'm not sure how much your grandfather would want you knowing." She puts her hands together stepping in front of me using puppy dog eyes. "Please, I won't tell if that's what you're afraid of."

"Fine, but do you have a favorite food we could go get?" I raised a brow before she grabbed my hand dragging me through the decorated hallways. She monovers through this place so easily where I'm stunned because to me it's a massive maze. Going up and down some stairs having us finally end up in a huge kitchen. "My favorite is some strawberry cheesecake. How about you?" Celestia asked opening a fridge pulling out a plate sitting it down on the table. The calming scent fills my nose creating a smile on my face. I pick up the desert taking a bite out of it moaning in the sweet taste. Celestia ate some mirroring my reaction. "So the thing you should know about the districts, well mine at least is. We don't have as much food as you do. Or clothes, basically everything." She sat her piece down sliding the plate towards me. "Here then you can have my pieces."

Raising my hands up I try to decline tossing my hair over my left shoulder. "No I can't do that, Celestia." She slides it towards me more and I glanced down to my stomach hearing it grumble lightly. "That's horrible. Please have mine. It's the least I can do." For a few moments I just stared in awe. Scratching my head it hards to wrap my head that she is related to our President who thinks that sending people to kill one another in an arena is okay. Celestia and I spent hours playing games in the kitchen until the sun was setting where she had to go to bed. Opening the tribute door seeing most of the lights are off. Removing my jacket I drop it on the couch seeing someone sitting in front of the fireplace. "How was she?" I rounded the couch seeing my father holding a whiskey glass in his left hand.

"She was...too innocent.." I slumped down beside him resting a hand I groaned. My father turned his head staring in my direction. "Do you want to talk about?" Turning my head I mumbled staring into the burning fire that is the only thing really providing the room with light. "Katniss impressed the judges today. She got an 11 and Peeta got an 8." He mentioned today that it was the day when the tributes be tested by there skills. Bringing them much closer to the day they would be dropped into an arena to kill. "Gale was right. She'll most likely win these games..." Bending my head down I rest my elbows on my knees, mumbling under my breath with a heavy sigh. My father's voice makes my cheeks turn red when he leans towards me, holding his drink in his hands confusion written on his face. "Who's Gale?" Oh snap now I've done it. How is he going to react to me liking a boy.

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3 - Difficult Hellos/Goodbyes

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Part 4

Victor's Daughter

Watch over our presidents granddaughter.

I'm going to the Capital.

I can't get my head around the fact that I will most likely die the second I enter the Capital. People have been killed or had their tongues removed from doing things the leaders didn't like. And it wouldn't just be me and my father who pay the price but my mother Elizabeth as well.

Guards throw me in a room before my mother runs in hugging me tightly. Throwing my arms around her I released tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you ever got involved in this." She broke the hug kissing my forehead with a weak smile crying herself. "I'm not sweetheart. Raising you as my own was the best decision I ever made." Running my hands through my hair I feel my heart racing against my chest. "You won't be saying that when the Capital wants you dead!" She shakes her head taking my hands in hers gently. "Nonsense, the choice I made was for your mother. And I know she would've loved to watch you grow up. Your father and I raised you in memory of your mother." I throw my arms around her hugging her for possibly the last time as a guard removed her from the room.

The door bursts open again and Prim runs into my chest crying. "Y/n, I'm sorry I got you in trouble." I bend down on my knees wrapping my arms around her into a tight hug. "Oh Prim, it's not your fault." Her mother let's tears slip having to say goodbye to one of her children. Prim broke the hug and I wipe away my tears whispering to her. "Can you do something for me, rose?" She simply nodded as I rest my hands on her shoulders. "I need you to go see my mom everyday. Talk with her, show her your cat. Just be around her for me." She hugs me again before the guards shoving them outside the room. The door opened a third time and Gale suddenly pulled me into his chest hearing me sniffing. "I'm sorry, I'm so confused why is this happening. They've never taken three people to the Capital like this before?" He questioned staring down at me. It's because I'm lying about who I really am.

"I don't know. But Gale I -" I cut myself off unsure if I should just tell him how I feel in case I don't come back. But I chicken out stuttering instead. "Take care of my mother. She's the only family I've got...." He cuts me off pulling me into his chest. I bury my head in his chest feeling him resting his chin ontop of my head. His arms are secured around me trying to be strong about his two girls leaving. What he was afraid to tell you was that he had started to develop a crush on you. He believed that he would only love Katniss, but over your lives he saw something in you. You had this kindness and innocence like Prim, but he could see anger in your eyes if someone ever tried to hurt you. "Y/n, lisen to me. Don't let them get in your head. Keep your guard up-" The guard slammed open the door grabbing Gale's shoulder where he blurted out before my hand slipped from his. "I love you!" My mouth hangs open as I released resting my hands over my mouth when the door slammed shut. He loves me. I'll never get to tell him...that I love him too. Why is this happening to me.

Guards escorted the three of us onto the train in the clothes we wore to the Reaping. Twisting the fabric of my dress I spin the ring my father sent me. Looking out the window all you can see is miles of green and trees off in the distance. Gale once spoke of what he would do if he could just run off into the woods and never look back. He also mentioned that he would have kids if he didn't live in our world. Resting my chin in the palm of my left hand I wonder if my mother ever felt that way too. Or did she never want to have me at all. Peeta and Katniss sit beside each other as I heard the door slide open. Lifting my head up I sucked in a gasp seeing my father walk in, a drink glass in his hands. I could tell he was half hungover when he stumbled over looking for more ice.

"Care for a drink, sweetheart?" He suddenly spoke pointing his finger at me. Elizabeth told me when I was old enough that he drinks to ease the pain of the people he had to kill during the games. This isn't my first time I've seen his hair knotted or where he can't walk straight sometimes. I shake my head no before he spun on his feet waving for me to follow. Peeta stared at me confused and Katniss just bites her lip annoyed with him already. Pushing myself up from my chair I walked forward hating the door closed behind me. Knocking on the first closed door it opened before he smiling pouring himself another drink with ice. Stepping into the room slowly I breathe out tears in my eyes like I'm seeing him for the first time. "Dad?" He sits his drink down shacking his head making his hair more of a mess then it already was. "Y/n!" He croaked out in tears running forward towards me with open arms.

Rushing forward I fling my arms around his neck hitting his chest hard. But he has the same amount of force wrapping his arms around my waist. Burying his head into my hair as I let tears come out. "I missed you, dad." He pulls back planting a kiss to my forehead smiling. "Me too baby girl. I promise you when you turn 18. I'll wisk you off to the Capital with me." Laying my head on his chest I slowly breathed him in. He rests his chin ontop of my head blinking through tears. "Do they know about us?" Tilting my head up to his I shook my head no slowly. "Nobody knows...dad, how long do we have to live like this for?" He sighs bending his head down running his fingers through his hair. "I have no clue. But don't you worry I have friends in the Capital. I'll do everything I can to make sure we're not separated any longer." I hug him again weakly smiling being able to embrace him after all these years.

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2 - Capital Call

Part 3

Victor's Daughter

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I roll over in my bed finding a letter laying on the table from my father. Opening it I smiled since this is the first one he's sent me since last year. "Dear Y/n, I miss you. We both know what day is coming, the Reaping. I talked with some of my friends and they told me that you should be safe once again. Two more years my baby girl and this will no longer be needed. Attached is something that made me think of you, I love you remember that always - your father." Tearing something off the envelope I unrolled it to see a small ring with a rose designed into the top of it. He had told me in one of our earlier letters that my birth mother liked roses so I slip it on my right ring finger weakly smiling.

Brushing my hair I changed into a simple green dress looking to the time on the clock before my mother enters the room. "I wish you luck, my girl." I hugged her and she tucks hair behind my ear smiling. "You're growing up to look so closely to your mother." I smiled hearing the bell ringing outside for everyone to head to the center of town for the Reaping. I twist the fabric of my dress standing in the lime before getting my finger pricked drawing blood to sign in. Foosteps approached beside so I glanced over seeing its Katniss with her brown hair up in a bun. Fear written all over her face but I knew it wasn't at the possibility of her name getting picked. It was for Prim. She turned twelve this year meaning this was her first year that her name could be drawn from the bowl. We reached the others group of girls our age right as I take her hand in mine.

She intertwined her hand in mine before I saw Gale who mouths something to her I don't know before the microphone gets hit by the announcer woman in a pink dress and bows, Effie Tricket my father spoke. "Welcome, happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" I bite my lip not liking how much pride she had in her tone. She's been living in the Capital and doesn't know what it's like to lose someone you love or have to kill people. My mother told me that when I was a baby and my father was around he would sleep with a knife in his hands. Too afraid that someone would kill him or baby me in the middle of the night. "Now the time has come to select one caraguois young man and woman. For the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first." I squeeze Katniss's hand closing my eyes and praying it's not who we think.

"Primrose Everdeeen!" Effie announced through the microphone. I gasped feeling some tears slip out. Opening my eyes I watched in honor as everyone around her turned to stare at her. Prim ever so slowly started walking towards the stage. Katniss pushed her way through the people. Capital guards started to hold her back as her sister spun on her feet. "I volunteer, I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute!" Katniss hit a guard shouting the words no one has ever said in our district. It was common in districts like in 1 and 2. Katniss hugged her sister to her chest telling her to leave but she refused so I break through the crowd with Gale following after me. "Prim, you need to go. We need to go." I try pulling her arm but she plants her feet into the dirt. "I don't want to Y/n." Gale finally picked her up and she reached out for her sister screaming.

I started to follow them but the two guards hold me back grabbing my forearms. I raise my eyebrows at them before two other guards lead Katniss up onto the stage. Effie returned to the microphone ordering the guards. "Bring them both up please." Me, why me. Prim is hugging her mother tight as Gale mouths something up to me. The guards released me as I shake my head confused back towards him. "And now for the boys, Peeta Mellark." The guards escorted the blonde haired boy up onto the stage. Effie smiled resting her hands on their shoulders to the crowd. "Our tributes from District 12. Katniss Everdeeen and Peeta Mellark!" Effie turned her head back towards me directing with her right hand. I slowly stepped forward where she rested her arm over my shoulder still smiling. "And Y/n L/n shall go to the Capital to watch own our presidents granddaughter!" My mind is going like crazy hearing her say that. Something like this has never been done before. The only reason someone went to the Capital was to go into the games. Glancing down to my finger they took blood from I bawl it into a fist. Dad and I always feared that they might figure out our secret through my blood. I just never imagined it would be two years before I wouldn't have to worry about it. But I especially never thought I'd be going to the Capital.

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18 - My First Games

Part 19

Victor's Daughter

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I didn't get much sleep last night. I'm not sure anyone ever does when you might be going into your possible death. Sitting up in the bed my hair is a knotted mess as I bury face in my knees. I can see why Prim got nightmares about her name getting picked. But the scary part is I'm about to know the paironia my father suffers through. Three knocks on the door breaks me from my trance seeing my father come in wearing a grey long sleeve shirt and some black pants. His short hair is a shaggy mess with terror written in his eyes as he stares directly at me. We share the same expression on our faces. He plopped down on the bed pulling me into his chest, hugging onto me for dear life. Throwing my arms around his neck I let myself cry into his shoulder, clutching the fabric of his shirt.

"I don't - I don't wanna go!" I mumbled into his tear stained shirt smelling alcohol in his breath. He most likely got so drunk that he passed out last night. "I know baby girl. If I could keep you here I would." He runs his freehand through my hair, pulling away and wiping my tears with his sleeve. He reaches into his pocket unfolding a piece of paper, his voice cracking aa he spoke. "This is - uh from your mother. She left us each a letter- in case she..." I rest my head on his shoulder not needing to hear more of an explanation so he just started reading it aloud for me. "Dear my beautiful son or daughter, if you're reading this then it means I am not with you. I may have not got to watch you grow up but I had high hopes that you would be as strong as your father. I instructed him to watch over you and give the love of two parents instead of just one. This world we live in is dangerous and scary. But I believe you will be tougher than everyone else thinks you shall be. I love you, your mother Maya."

It warmed my heart to know that she thought I was going to be brave even though she didn't know me. A couple hours later peacekeepers escorted me downstairs. One hands me a suit to wear in the games. It looks completely different than the ones in the 74th Hunger Games. It's like made for water or something. Most likely tropical matching my father's game arena. Tying my hair into pigtail braids I run my hands down my sides until a computer voice boomed through the room. "Tributes head for the tubes." Sucking a lump in my throat peacekeepers escorted me downstairs once more. A woman stands in the doorway with an instrument asking for my arm as the men leave. "Give me your arm please?" Slowly raising my right arm she sticks a needle shooting something into it. I winced eyeing her nervously. "That's the tracker." She nodded pushing me into a small room seeing Celestia standing in front of the tube. She twisted the fabric of her shirt wearing her hair in a braid looking like Katniss. It has become a new obsession for most of the young girls.

"I didn't think I would see you again in this situation, Celestia." I breathed out watching her step up to me. She's gotten taller than the last time I saw her. She twisted her boot into the metal floor reaching down and revealing a knife from inside her boot. A knife that couldn't be any bigger than the tiny training daggers. "This is from your father. He couldn't come see you so he sent me instead. He sent me a message to give you before you go..." She trailed off slipping the blade into the hidden waste band of the suit. "Use this when you're alone and remove the tracker." Raising my brows at her I don't understand what she's going with this. "Celestia..." She raised her hand cutting me off giving me a stern look on her face. "There's not much time Y/n. Just know that when you're given the opportunity can you come rescue me."

The teck voice spoke through the speaker again making us both jump apart a little. Whipping my head up I get a nervous feeling in my gut, eyeing the tube. Once I step inside there's no going back. I shall be going to my possible death and it all depends on me. How well I'm good at killing people. "Ten seconds!" Celestia rushed forward wrapping her arms around me. I stiffened my back unsure at first but I slowly hugged her back. Resting my chin on her head picturing that I am hugging Prim, she always calmed me down when I was nervous. Finally we pulled apart and I slowly stepped into the tube seeing the glass slide closed. Celestia spun on her feet pressing her hand to the glass holding the three fingers up to me. "I don't want to be a Capital girl anymore. You're father works with the resistance and I'll join you soon enough." The tube starts to rise as I try to register what she just said. My heart beats faster in my chest getting blinded by the sun taking a minute to let my eyes adjust. All the tributes are on pedestals in a circle with the whole Cornucopia surrounded by water. There's a little gap we have to swim from here to the platform. "Let the 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favor. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" An announcer's voice booms through the arena and I don't dare pause, diving into the water remembering what my father told me. Don't get distracted by the scenery.

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8 - Victor's Home

Part 9

Victor's Daughter

"Don't kill her. You'll just create a martyr." My father warned Seneca while we stood outside the arena where the game makers controlled the games. "Well, it seems we've already got one." He barks back looking over my father's shoulder at me. I tilt my head down avoiding his gaze. Rue had been killed while I was arguing with Celestia. I hate to imagine the pain her parents are feeling right now. "I hear these rumors out of District 11. This could get away from you." Seneca cuts my dad off not in the mood to talk. "What do you want?" My father rubs his hands together explaining. "You have a lot of anger out there. I know you know how to handle a mob, you've done it before. If you can't scare them, give them something to root for." Seneca raises his eyebrows in question. "Such as?" My father tilts his head back releasing a breath. "Young love."

Once we're in the hallway he grabs my arm stopping me from walking any further. "Why did he keep looking at you, sweetheart?" Lifting my gaze up to his I clutched my hands into fists. If Seneca was on his way to show Snow those pictures. We wouldn't last until the morning. The peacekeepers would probably rip us from our beds and put us in front of a firing squad. To show the district's what happens when you lie to the Capital. "I bumped into him. He was carrying pictures of us. You, me and...mom." Dad glanced to his feet backing away and running his fingers through his hair. Running my right hand up my arm I knew he was almost in tears. He spun around on his feet tears welling in his blue eyes. "Lisen to me,  babygirl. We are in their woods now. So we just have to ride these last few hours out. Until the games are over. Then we go home-" I cut him off but he takes my hands in his. "But what if-" He stares deeply into my eyes shaking his head no. "Then we go home."

There are many tributes left in the games. Seneca made an announcement that if two Victor's were from the same district then they could both home together. The only team left was Katniss and Peeta. Sitting in the living quarters dad stands out on the balcony. I watched Katniss suddenly lean down to Petty who was laying on a cave floor. She slowly kissed him and I smiling picturing in my head of what it might be like to kiss Gale. In a few hours only three tributes were left. Cato from District 2 was one of them. "Dad, it's the final!" I hollered hearing him rush back inside leaning his palms on the back of the chair. The Capital had created some kind of demon dogs that trapped the trio ontop of the Cornucopia. Cato tried to kill Katniss but Peeta grabbed him. Now Cato is choking him. Katniss draws her bow at him baring her teeth. "Go on, shoot. Then we both go down and you'd win." Cato told her, blood dripping from his open wounds on his face.

"Go on, I'm dead anyway. I always was, right. I didn't know that till now." Cato admitted and I play with my fingers feeling slightly sorry for him. He was raised to kill. He didn't have another option. He couldn't know anything else in his life. Peeta moaned when Cato swung him around in his grip. "I could still do this. I can still do this. One more kill. It's the only thing I know how to do. Bringing pride to my District." My father stepped closer to the screen seeing Peeta pointing to something. Katniss fired her arrow shooting Cato in the hand. Peeta pushed him off to be eaten by the beast until she drew another arrow making his death quick. The Canon goes off as I layed back on the couch smiling. "They'll go home...they'll go home." The sun rose in the arena where the announcer came on again. "Attention, tributes, Attention. There has been a slight rule change. The previous revision, allowing for two victor's from the same district, has been revoked. Only one victor may be crowned. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in you're favor."

Haymitch's POV

A Canon went off as I dropped seeing Maysilee bleeding from her neck. She had been picked to death by some sort of pink Capital bird. I take her hand in mine releasing some tears at losing someone close to me. I didn't know her personally but we watched the others back in this place. Somehow a district 1 and I end up fighting. I slice her eye and she cuts me in the stomach with her axe. She throws her axe at my head but I dodge it having it hit the forcefeild. Right before Maysilee was killed I'd thrown a rock realizing that the edge of the field would throw it back. Dropping to my knees I groaned feeling more blood circulation out. The district one girl just smiled getting pale by the second thinking she just had to out last me. Until I heard the axe fly over my head burying itself into her skull. She fell backwards with a Canon labeling her dead. Listing my head up I released a shacky breath hearing the top of the arena opened. From that day forward I wasn't just a victor, I was a survivor.

Y/n's POV

Katniss dropped her bow opening her hand revealing some black berries. Getting to my feet I stand by my father who didn't take his eyes off the screen. If her and Peeta ate those then they would be the first pair to defy the Capital. Making the Hunger Games seems pointless. Changing our way of life forever. The pair nearly swallowed the berries but the announcer shouted through the arena. "Stop, stop, stop. Ladies and gentlemen may I present the winners of the 74th annual Hunger Games." Katniss embraced Peeta with a grin. I throw my head back cheering feeling my father pull me in for a hug. "We're going home. We're going home." He hugs me back letting me have my moment of happiness. Remembering that his family got killed because he showed them up years ago. Now Katniss and Peeta's families were in danger. Nighttime had fallen over the Capital as I stood outside holding my ring over my heart whispering to the stars. "I'm here mom. We're alive still...I miss you." Katniss and my father stepped out onto the balcony and he warned her of how dangerous things will become.

Squeezing my father's hand in mine I stepped out onto the stage with Cesar Flickrrman. The crowd got to their feet as I take a seat by our Victor's. Resting my hands on my short orange dress I waved to Celestia in the front row and to my supine she actually waved back. "So Miss L/n, shall we expect your return in the future?" Cesar asked leaning forward in his chair. Staring behind him at my father he slowly nodded his head yes with a weak smile. "Yes Cesar. I'd be honored. Celestia Snow is a delight." I replied watching the girl run up on the stage. Jumping into my lap hugging me. I wrap my arms around whispering into her ear. "We'll always be friends." The crowd all awed at the sight before we walked off stage heading for the train.

Stepping off the train station everyone in our district is smiling and cheering. My eyes scanned the crowd landing on a smiling Prim on Gale's shoulders. Without waiting another second I ran through the crowd heading for him. He sits Prim on the ground having her throw her arms around me. Bending on my knees I chuckled into her hair hugging her back in relief. "You have no idea how much I missed you, Rose." She pulls away watching my eyes drift upwards to Gale who smiles at me. "Go on, kiss him." Prim smiled when I get to my feet running up and crashing my lips onto his. At first he stumbled backwards suprised before wrapping his arms around my waist. I break the kiss resting my hands on his face. "What was that for, golden strawberry?" He slowly breathed out in labored breaths. "Gale, I have feelings for you too. I heard you before the peacekeepers pulled you away. And I don't want to waste another chance without telling you."

My arms wrapped around his neck feeling him cup mu face in his hands kissing me. My heart flutters at the feeling of his lips on mine. My father always had this wild look in his eyes where he would touch his fingers to his lips. Imagining the last time he kissed my mother or even their first kiss. The one that held everything they were feeling. In this moment it's only me and Gale. Until the crowd moved allowing my father to step forward with a grin on his face. The wind tousled his blonde hair I'm front of his eyes. "So this must be Gale." He teased and I glare at him where he bites his lip not saying anything more. I didn't want to tell Gale the whole truth yet. Everyone around us started cheering again for me to see Katniss and Peeta had their hands intertwined raised in the air smiling.

Back in the Capital President Snow stood in the game makers room. His hands resting on the railing as a guard walked up. "It's done, Sir. Seneca had some final words for you." Snow turns to face the guard unfolding the documents about you and Haymitch. "And what were they?" The guard stared back at him no expression on his face as he delivered the words. "Y/n L/n is related to one of our Victor's. She shares blood with Haymitch Abernathy." Snow turned his back to the man crumbling the files throwing them across the room. He had been shown up by him in the second quarter Quell years ago. Now he it happened again by two lovers from District 12 and by you. He wouldn't stand for it. No one would defy the Capital and get away with it. He watched the footage of you kissing Gale and so he vowed right then and there he would make you and your loved ones pay.

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29 - In Memory of Prim and Maya

Victor's Daughter

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The hovercraft lands outside the capital where my father and I stepped down the ramp. Two guards followed closely with Celestia behind us. My father interviewed my right hand with his leading me inside the mansion. I am dressed in a brown leather jacket, black pants and dusty combat boots. My hair is loose with a small part braided like a crown on my head. I paused outside Snow's old office twisting the doorknob stepping inside. The last time I was in this room was before Snow knew who I really was. Closing the door behind me I shivered feeling the air getting thick standing in front of his desk. There's a file laying there so I opened it sitting in his large chair. "Double bomb project...restarting the games. Capital children." I mumbled to myself glancing to the computer screen with multiple files opened.

Scanning the screen I gasped seeing security footage of outside the capital gates. Everybody is reaching up into the sky for little baskets floating down. The seconds they touched them an explosion goes off. The camera footage gets jolted around and I covered my ears hearing screaming. Closing my eyes for a moment I snapped them open heating Katniss's cry. "Prim - Primrose!" Clutching my hands into fists I gasped about to pass out because I hadn't been told anything. The last time I saw my best friend was this morning saying goodbye. She had finally been labeled as a nurse so proud of herself. Covering my hands over my mouth I sobbed heavily watching her get blown up right before my eyes. My heart tightened when I leaned back in the chair living the nightmare. Foosteps came inside the room and Coin's voice breaks me from the horror. "What are you doing in here. You're not allowed to be in here." She was wearing a grey suit hands on her hips. Rising to my feet I reached back grabbing my knife still crying. "You killed her - you killed Primrose. You traitorous bitch. How could you plan something so horrible. On innocent people just trying to get help!"

"Oh my dear your boyfriend helped give the order. I wasn't gunning for her..but if you kill me then you'll be executed. I don't think you're father could bear that. Yet I believe you're the perfect person to decide the fate of the country." She spoke stepping closer to me grabbing my arm leading me inside a room with the other Victor's. Sitting down in a chair with my father Katniss was on the other side. Twirling the knife in my hands underneath the table I scoffed towards Coin not wanting any part of this meeting. "Why exactly am I here. You killed my best friend so I want to kill you right now. That's the only thing that I care about Coin." She puts her hands on the table staring at me blankly. "Ms. Abernathy you are here because I think the only way to avoid more blood is to bring back the games. And make the capital children have the fate-" Slamming my hands on the table the knife clattered through the room. "No way in hell. Prim might be dead but I won't force Celestia into the torture we faced!"

Shoving my chair back I stomped towards the door gripping the door handle until Katniss spoke up leaning up on the table. "I vote yes. For Prim." Glancing over my shoulder the last vote was my father. Clutching the knife in my other hand there was no going back when he replied softly. "I agree with the - uh mockingjay." He gets to his feet following me into the hallway wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. Flinging my arms around his neck I just started heavy sobbing into his shirt. He moves one hand through my hair just holding me for hours like this. Hours later I didn't even bother going to see Gale before he got transferred to district 2. I couldn't love him anymore after what he did even if it was an accident. Someone knocked on my door where Celestia walked inside immediately hugging me crying that her grandfather was to be executed in a few minutes. "Hey sssh. You don't have to watch it. Or if you do just clutch your medicine bottle tightly for strength." I whispered in her ear not breaking the hug until she was ready. The doctors in 13 had created her some pills she had to take everyday to avoid snapping back into her murderer state. But it wouldn't be a permit thing once we got away from here back to my home.

Another knock came on the door seeing my father dressed in a suit waiting for us. The three of us walked down the road that the tributes had during the first night of the games. Keeping my eyes locked onto Snow I intertwined my right hand with my father's and my left in Celestia's. "For mom. For dad. For myself..." I mumbled under my breath eyeing her grandfather until Coin walked out giving a speech. "For Primrose!" My voice laced with vemon more than ever. The drums stopped behind us so I turned my head watching Katniss draw her bow. She holds it steady then at the last minute fires the arrow into Coin's chest. Celestia shivered burying her face in my chest with people running forward killing her grandfather. My father leads us through the halls away from the madness outside. "He's - he's gone!" She sobbed heavily when I grabbed her shoulders wishing she didn't know this. "Cel, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen this. Just wait a few hours and I'll take you away from here..forever." Climbing inside the hovercraft that would take us back to 12 I didn't bother to know who would lead the new country now. I just wanted to go home and never leave again.

Rubbing my eyes I stretched after hours of flying to see my father helping her off the hovercraft. Katniss and I glanced to one another grabbing the others hand walking down the ramp. The wind blows through my hair as I stand in the doorway arms crossed over my chest. Foosteps approached me from behind sighing heavily as they sat down. I slide down the door watching my father holding two beers. "You deserve this sweetheart. I am truly sorry I couldn't protect you from the games. Y/n, I would have fought tooth and nail to keep you safe." Reaching over I grabbed his hand locking eyes with him then opening my beer having a long sip. Giving him a poker face he chuckled taking a drink himself. "You did everything you could. I am only sorry that I forced Celestia to come live with us. I just couldn't leave her. The possibility of getting executed was too real." He moves onto my side of the doorway so we could watch the little girl sleeping in my old bedroom that I shared with Prim. He had his own bedroom. Katniss and Peeta shared the other one in this large house. "You're mother would be proud. Taking that little girl in is the best decision you made...I love you Y/n." Laying my head against his chest he draped his arm over my shoulder watching the rain fall outside. "I love you too dad. Mom would be proud of you too. You are the best father I could have asked for." This new life would be hard but we would face whatever came our way together in the name of my mother and my best friend, Maya Flower and Primrose Everdeen.

Wow readers, so this is the end. I can't believe it. I honestly loved writing Haymitch as a dad and the readers own storyline.

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