It was the fourth of July, two days of importance in your life. Your older brother's birthday, and the day of the reaping. You dressed in your nice clothes, you had to, no one was there to tell you anymore. Sid and Ma had passed in the explosion, leaving you with the wreckage.
Ever since Haymitch got called two years ago, you've had this real sense of dread. Especially seeing the rebellion he caused when he was reaped. You shifted nervously while watching Effie call the names, from district one all the way to twelve.
So when you seen the way Effie's lips curled, the way her eyes tracked the crowd. "Well, isn't this a family reunion. District twelve female tribute—" It felt like a death sentence, hearing your name called for the reaping.
Haymitch was the only mentor for your district, so it's not like you had anyone else to mentor you at all anyways, but it was nice to know that who was training you was familiar.
The transportation only made you more anxious, the peacekeepers blocking every single way you could get out or run. You wouldn't, you seen what happened to that boy in Haymitch's year.
Everyone else looked like they've done this a hundred times, and you'd think being the sister of the boy who won just a couple years back would grant you a little more confidence as you scope out the competition.
Mentoring season!
When it came to Haymitch mentoring you, it wasn't an easy situation. Especially with him trying to get you to learn multiple weapons to be resourceful. "Close?" You asked as you shot the arrow, not close to the target at all. Maybe closer to Haymitch's head. "Put that down before you kill yourself, or me." He took the bow from your hands, placing it on the mat.
Getting annoyed with his drinking, constantly. Especially because Haymitch wasn't much of a drinker, if at all, when he was living with you, ma, and Sid. "Do you wanna put that down any time soon?" You gestured to his fifth glass. "I'll put it down when you can shoot an arrow." He answered.
His drinking also meant you were waking him up a lot to get him up to mentor you, so you don't die in the arena. He would always wake up startled, half drunk, or immediately going to attack you on instinct before realizing who it was, and then he'd grunt out an apology.
He wouldn't talk about his games, not even if you held a gun to his head. Whenever you asked if he used a method he was teaching you, he'd just grunt in return.
The tribute parade was where Haymitch got the most drunk. When you walked out in your dress, you could've heard him make a small laugh if he wasn't too busy taking another drink. "I feel stiff." You complained. "You look stiff." He agreed. "Posh, that's what you look like. You look posh." "Oh, shut up. So did you during your parade." "But I wore it better."
Bellabear's notes: yes, it's one headcanon short, no I don't care💔 this is late also, so my bad I guess. But anyways, it was fun to write once I really got into the groove of it, I just don't feel like it was my best work I've ever done. @alphabetically-deranged
A female escort sent by the capitol to keep him company, that's all you really were. It took you forever just to get him to speak in more than slight hums, grunts, or sighs towards you.
You two spend a lot of time talking about what was gonna happen after the tour, the what and why. Small conversations, ones you tried to only have when you two were on the train, or in whatever cheap hotel they let you stay in.
The dinners were long, longer than people might think. The pictures were flashy, sometimes followed by small comments. "Damn, that picture of me must've been horrible." You muttered as you finally walked somewhere without flashing lights, but Haymitch figured it was probably your way of dealing with the situation. In a small way, it reminded him of Maysliee.
A lot of the dinners were spent trying to figure out what was in the food, what you were watching all the rich capitol figures eat while you just stared and picked at it. "What's that green stuff?" You whispered, like Haymitch wasn't barely lucky enough to get one warm bath a week at his house. "Fuck if I know." He shrugged, taking another drink of whatever expensive champagne they served.
Going back to whatever shitty place they gave you and Haymitch staying in, and watching the TV, watching what's happening in the districts while the capitol is busy parading you two around like you're some sort of grand prize that they won from a claw machine. "This is sickening." You finally commented, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV, like you always did, and like always, Haymitch grabbed it first. "You wanna watch this shit?" You raised an eyebrow, which just earned a grunt from him.
In the very few moments that you did get to have fun, it was usually dancing or singing. Some old baird that you heard when you were a covey girl, before you won last year's games. 'Nothing you can take from me.' Watching Haymitch dance around with a drink in his hand, foolishly, but he was having fun nonetheless. Laughing, clapping your hands together while you sing along.
You weren't quite as brave as Haymitch when it came to causing trouble with the capitol. You had already ran that when it was your year, but it was just a little fun watching him do his thing..until it wasn't. "Oh, shit." You whistled, watching Haymitch take one of the capitol men to the ground in a physical altercation. You looked around, taking a drink out of your glass. "He's not with me, he could be walking down the street and I wouldn't know who this young man is." You told Tigris, backing up slightly from the fight.
Bellabear's notes: back to me just clearing out my drafts, so I really don't care if these flop, because it's just my drafts. Also, if you've ever read any of my shit before and notice this one doesn't have NSFW, it's because Haymitch was a minor in this book 💜 @alphabetically-deranged
Luke Castellan who..you had a long term relationship with before breaking up, but you couldn't break the bond or chemistry.
Luke Castellan who..sees other people, but more as hookups than anything he'd ever do long-term like he did with you, and then when you ask he says he doesn't make do commitment.
Luke Castellan who..is still the son of Hermes, so he still makes small comments to you like you're still in a relationship, usually dirty comments or jokes.
Luke Castellan who..while you were dating, didn't take more than one night with you to decide that you were the one he wanted and the only one he wanted.
Luke Castellan who..despite breaking up, still views you as one of his closest friends, so he will sit and listen to you talk about boys after you two broke up. "This sucks, Luke. He won't even give me a label, not even some bullshit 'friends with benefits' label." You complained. "Maybe you've lost your touch after being with me so long." He grunted, continuing to train. You deadpanned at him. "Oh, look who has jokes."
Luke Castellan who..still remembers the way around your cabin, still knows where you keep his old clothes that you never give back because he'll come and use them at some point. Still knows where you keep your 'head of ___ cabin' ID whenever you lose it.
Luke Castellan who..will still stand next to you, still kiss your cheek when you're upset. Still text you when there's an emergency with a younger camper. Still knows where to find you, what buttons to press to make you annoyed, what buttons to press to make you feel better.
NSFW!
Luke Castellan who..will still come over and eat you out when you're upset over something, and then will leave the next morning like it never happened and will refuse to talk about it.
Luke Castellan who..will still make passive comments about you talking to other guys, and will make sly remarks about it during sex.
Luke castellan who..keeps his hand on your thigh and guides you around by your lower back because he just naturally falls into that sort of touch with you, but he'll bend you over in the same way.
Luke Castellan who..will call you a whore in bed for just glancing in another guys direction, and will continue to talk about him like you fucked him until you promise him that you didn't even talk to the guy.
Luke castellan who..taught you mostly everything you know about sex, taught you how to do it exactly how he liked it, not just some general way. Blow jobs, hand jobs, riding, even how you push back against him.
Luke Castellan who..will leave obvious marks on you. On your thighs, on your neck, on your chest and collarbone. Sometimes on the inside of your wrist. Just to make sure everyone remembers who was there, even if you aren't dating anymore.
bellabear's notes: lwk I don't know who I was feeling like when I wrote this😭 also posting three times in one month for me is crazyy, posting three times in two days from me is crazier. Anyways, this is probably gonna flop but whatever I'm just clearing out my drafts @alphabetically-deranged
