#haysterid

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

it’s so funny seeing hayd*ve and hayff*e shippers fight because I hate both pairs

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

as a haymitch multishipper, I love the sudden uptick of interest in hayzelle. something of our own is a masterpiece and every one should read it right now. but also, as a haymitch multishipper… I need y’all to see the haysterid vision.

I have shipped haymitch and mrs everdeen as endgame since my first read when I was 13 and while their dynamic has become more complex/nuanced over the years… my passion for them has not faltered. I’ve been gnawing at the bars of the enclosure for years because thematically they make so much sense together in my mind, but the only person who can share my vision of them with the world is ME and adhd SUCKS and ocd SUCKS and GAHGHHHH WHY IS SITTING DOWN AND WRITING FIC SO HARD AND WHY CAN’T I ACCEPT THAT NOTHING I WRITE WILL EVER BE PERFECT AHHHHHHH

sorry got a bit heated just then … here’s some haysterid analysis if you’re interested (note: both were written pre sotr, and though the backstory stuff hasn’t aged well, I still think the analysis itself holds up) [1] , [2]

anyways. I’ve said this a million times but I’ve got to get on the live to fight another day (name of the fic) GRINDSET

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

haymitch in the last chapter of sotr: I warded everyone away to keep them safe, but burdock stayed around the longest, sometimes bringing asterid with him. I kept throwing rocks at them until they left. he hated me after that.

me: oooh but what if… what if tragic throuple… what if he fell into their arms at his most vulnerable/loneliest time and they helped him, they tried to love him, only for him to remember it wasn’t safe and then getting colder and colder until they finally left. and then burdock could never forgive him…

but then… when haymitch finds asterid at her absolute lowest, he helps her, giving her advice she needs to hear and helping her back to her feet. they restart a friendship in the main series, and then in post-canon end up rekindling that old, short lived spark. because yes, geese do mate for life and hurt greatly in their widowhood, but they do eventually find a new mate.

and don’t these two widowed geese deserve it?

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

idea: one of haymitch's geese looses a mate somehow and she is all sad, and then mrs everdeen brings him one from four (where in her free time she rehabilitates animals injured/traumatized by the war) who lost his mate also (she tried to heal both of them but the female never recovered), thinking they might be able to comfort each other. haymitch is skeptical but gives it a shot and then, some time later, they end up laying eggs. then he starts to wonder if maybe it's a sign that lenore dove is okay with him moving on—wanting him too, even. with another widowed goose.

would that be too on the nose or is that on brand for him?

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

alright I’m staking my claims for haysterid and hayrilee as ship names for haymitch/mrs everdeen and haymitch/mrs undersee, respectively.

struggling on a ship name for haymitch/burdock/asterid though… I’ll keep thinking. I guess it’ll depend on what burdock and asterid’s ship name is. don’t care enough to stake a claim for them, though.

alright back to reading.

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

older adults finding love again >>>>>

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Live to Fight Another Day:

(In awe at how quickly I wrote this synopsis: only about 30 minutes)

Haymitch Abernathy and Asterid Everdeen were both very hurt and lonely people who’d each left a long trail of colossal fuck-ups behind them. Like widowed geese, one would hiss and spit at anyone who came too near, while the other stared woefully into mirrors, waiting for a whole number of missing people to stare back. They knew living in constant misery was not living at all, but neither of them believed they deserved better after all the pain they’d caused. But, then again, they also thought they’d never see a world without the Hunger Games. A story of grief, acceptance, and moving on.  Not (fully) SotR compliant.

[thetwinandpinleftbehind]

semi-silly, semi-sad; semi-sotr canon compliant, semi-not, idea in my brain:

context: I’m choosing to interpret lenore dove’s spirit or whatever as a manifestation of haymitch’s fear of intimacy, in the sense that he doesn’t think anyone could love him for who he is now, he doesn’t fully love who he is now, and also because he fears what could be done to people who get close to him. when he’s finally able to accept himself, and that people love him for who he is (the good man underneath the snarky facade) her voice disappears. it’s not fully canon accurate, no, but it’s the only way I’m able to commiserate with the epilogue.

anyway, here’s my idea proper: asterid and haymitch, post-main trilogy canon, are about to hook up and he has to tell her to slow down, because he’s far less experienced than she is. she’s doesn’t make fun of him for it, or anything, she’s just surprised about it. what does make her laugh (albeit in a sad way) is when he tells her the only person he’s ever gone all the way with was merrilee, at what was supposed to be their reaping graduation party: they were both young (18), lonely, and there was some alcohol involved (I’m considering re-writing it to fit some new hcs I have, which I will list below).

he’s always maintained that he’s not the type to fall in love so quickly (which was how I characterized him even before sotr) but after the war he really thinks about it, and starts to wonder what the nature of his relationship with merrilee really was—because no one can convince me they didn’t have some kind of relationship (platonic, romantic, sexual, or in my mind, somewhere in between).