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Against the Odds Pt. 10

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X: My Pain Fits into the Palm of Your Hand. 

For the first time since I’d been here, Haymitch Abernathy’s house looked lived in. 

I expected a mess even though I had cleaned this morning. He was starting to put in a little effort, not nearly as much as other people put into their spaces, but there was one less bottle rolling around on the floor each time I came over. 

If the bar was in hell, he'd hit purgatory. The place was mostly spotless, blankets folded neatly on the couch, his fireplace spotless, even roaring with heat. I didn’t realize it worked, or that Haymitch knew how to turn it on. The lights were low, a lamp or two turned on to illuminate us gently. He ushered me to sit, mumbling something about grabbing drinks. 

I ran my hands over the cushions while I waited, fingers twitching over the rough fabric. I tried to take a few breaths, a piss poor attempt at steeling my nerves. 

Why are you freaking out? It’s just Haymitch. It’s just Haymitch…

He came back in with two copper cups in tow. I accepted it with a smile, the warmth of hot tea, lemon, and dark liquor filling my nose. The couch flattened as he sat down, closer than usual so his knee was glued to mine. I went rigid, sipping the drink and disregarding the fact that it was burning my mouth to hell and back. I felt him relax, slumping back and widening his legs, his arm coming behind me on the couch. 

“I can practically hear your heart going from here.” He smirked, his eyes glued on me. My hands shook around the cup, liquid starting to splosh around as I set it on the coffee table. Red was blooming up my neck, blushing like a goddamn schoolgirl. My brain was on fire, fighting itself . 

You’ve done this before. Jesus, get a grip. 

That was forever ago, and it was quick and rushed before I could even start to get nervous.

Haymitch took my silence as an opportunity to move his hand, rubbing soft circles on my knee, not daring to go higher… yet. 

“Hey.” he spoke softer now, as gentle and soothing as his rough and rugged voice could go. My eyes snapped to his, melting as he searched my face for the anxiety that was eating me alive. His mouth opened just an inch, brows furrowing as his hand behind me started to rub matching circles on my shoulder. 

“Haymitch I-” He cut me off, a sweet smile I know he hadn’t given in years. “I know. Been a while.” My mouth snapped shut, an embarrassed nod was all I could manage. 

He pressed his lip together for a minute, thoughts running through his head. “I never- not with her. A few long nights after the games, while I was drunk and careless I guess.” 

Haymitch’s voice rang in my head “The life of a victor isn’t as good as I might have made you believe.” Carp Delmar’s sea green eyes flashed, ushered off the stage. They didn’t… did they?

He must have picked up on what I was thinking, hand seizing circles on my knee to grip it tighter. 

“No. Not- that. Not exactly.” I bit my lip to ground myself. The mere image of Haymitch, young, dark circles under his eyes, shaking from grief as faceless Capitol citizens forced drinks down his throat and took him to their rooms. Rage threatened to swallow me whole at the image. 

I took a shaky inhale, breathing harsh as it exited my nose. I could barely bring myself to look into his gentle gaze. He didn’t need my rage right now, this wasn’t a moment for any sort of anger or pain. 

My hand moved on its own accord, reaching up to caress the side of his face. He leaned into it, eyes fluttering close for just a second. It was tender, gutted in a way only some semblance of love could be. He’d never known the sweet side of intimacy, what he had with Lenore, it hadn’t been this raw.

“Do you want to?” I asked earnestly, our voices kept to just above a whisper. He released the breath he was holding, our eyes boring into each other with electric intensity. His hand on my knee came up to hold my face in his hand, both of us having a palm on the other’s cheek. His thumb brushed under my eye, moving down to my lip with a featherlight touch. 

“Yes.” He gulped, caressing my lip. “Do you?” I nodded, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned in, pressing his warm lips to mine. It wasn’t hurried, no rush in whatever we were about to do. It was new again, for the both of us. 

Our lips moved in sync as he brought his arm from the couch and ever so gently pushed me to lie down. The hand that wasn’t on his cheek moved to the hem of his shirt, sneaking under it and running over the plane of his stomach, stopping at the scar that almost killed him, caressing it. 

He readjusted so his knees rested on the couch, lightly nudging my legs apart. I hitched a breath, letting him slot between me to gain access. I sat up, never breaking the kiss as I lifted his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders with one hand while the other ran through his stomach to his chest. It fell off to the floor, the noise breaking us apart for a moment. 

“Can I take this off?” He said, motioning to my rumpled dress. My breaths came out heavy, lips swollen as I nodded quickly. He waited a moment, needing to hear me verbalize it. “Yes Haymitch. Take whatever you want off me.” Take whatever you want from me. 

He inched it off with no rush, his hands tracing my knees and hips as the fabric pulled upwards. Inch by inch it left me bare, his hands coming to warm the area the moment it left.

 My stomach, marred by stretch marks, soothed by his fingers tracing over the razor thin lines as he explored.It felt as if he was counting all of them, committing them to memory. Fingertips traveled my sternum, going to my bra and undoing the clasp with ease. 

I shrugged the straps off my shoulders, tossing it to the side along with my dress and his shirt. He sat back for a moment, our breaths heavy as he took in my chest for a moment. His palm laid on my stomach, the heat soothing the butterflies. 

“You’re everything I imagined and more.” He whispered, his other hand coming up to cup my breast in his palm. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes a smidge. 

The sensation of him touching me, the intimacy of the moment, the fire roaring in the room, it all seemed like too much and not enough. I couldn’t help the tear that slipped down my cheek, sniffling it back. I didn’t think his eyes could get softer than they were, laced with panic at the sight of my tears. 

“Hey. Hey, what's wrong? Is it too much?” He cooed, hand going to move before I grabbed his wrist, keeping it in place. 

“No. No, No. I’m sorry, it’s perfect. It’s just been so long.” I breathed, trying not to panic at the thought of him leaving. He seemed to understand, moving to pet my hair back before leaning in to kiss me again. 

“It’s alright. It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need. You set the pace, sweet pea. It’s all you tonight.” Haymitch murmured between kisses. This man is trying to kill me. 

I let a hand trace towards his pants, raising an eyebrow as a silent question. He nodded, moving his hips to help me pull them down. 

We both took a minute after, my hair mussed against the throw pillow, his body slotted between my legs, just in his boxers, sitting on his heels above me. He pushed a knee slowly between my heat, damp from need, a breath sucked in from both of us at the contact. 

I felt his hand trail from my stomach towards my panties, a finger hooking under the waistband. 

“Can I?” he asked, and god if he didn’t I might go insane. I moved my own hand from the cushion to his boxers, eyes silently asking the same question. I let him pull mine off first, leaning down and leaving kisses from my hip bone to my ankle.

His came off quicker and without the extra kisses. Partially because the moment was heating up, and partially because I could barely get his mouth off my neck to reach and kiss him back. Sweet bruises would be left in the wake, littering my neck as he gently sucked before moving down my sternum again. His knee was back as he did it, firmly planted between my legs. I arched my back off the cushion as he unknowingly rubbed, his hands softly palming my breasts. 

“Haymitch… Oh-” I whimpered, his ministrations starting a fire of need down south.

“Shhh, I know, I know sweet girl.” his lips brushed my ear as he cooed, breath husky with need and tenderness. I arched my back higher, hands clawing at his back as I felt myself go over the edge. It had been 12 years since someone had touched me, had held me in the palm of their hand and kissed away all of my worries. 

I rocked on his leg, coming down as he held my face in his hands, smoothing away the stray hair that clung to me. 

“Sweet girl. It’s okay, let yourself feel it. You’ve got it, you’re doing so good for me.” Praises fell out of his mouth in succession, feathering kisses over my face. 

My eyes opened to his boring down at me. A grin that held nothing but awe at the sight of me losing myself, hands smoothing away the tears that I hadn’t realized fell in my throw of passion. 

“Haymitch?” he leaned even closer, his hair falling into his face. He was fully on top of me at this point, cradled between my spread legs. I could feel him hard against me, my release mixing with his need. So close, yet not quite where I needed him most. 

“Yeah pretty girl?” he asked, his breath warm and sweet with tea and whiskey. 

“You gonna make love to me?” I asked, feeling him groan at the question. My hands traced his back, the moment sweet and low. 

His eyes searched for any sign of hesitation in mine, and when he found none, he let out a breath and nodded, as if words were too hard to find. 

Finally, finally, he reached between us, carefully slipping into me. I gasped, face screwed up at the feel of him. It wasn’t as big of a stretch as Wyatt had been, but the length of him was beyond what I had felt before. 

“Almost there baby. Almost there I promise. You doin’ ‘kay?” he asked, words slurring at the end as his face contorted into pleasure. Still, I knew one word of protest from me and he would be gone in a second. I nodded, unable to speak as his pelvis met mine. 

Suddenly a wave of anxiety ran through my blood. What if it isn’t as good as he’s had? I’ve had a child, I’m sure it isn’t as snug as it should be, not as good. 

He seemed to understand something was going on, taking a sharp breath and pulling back a bit. 

“What’s wrong? Y/N, do you need me to stop?” His voice was urgent, worry evident. I tensed, hands coming to his chest. 

“No, no you’re perfect. You’re absolutely perfect, Haymitch. I just- if I’m not… I had a baby…. and I don’t know.” He sensed where I was going with that, a small chuckle before capturing my lips again in a searing kiss. 

“You are perfect. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Absolutely the best a man like me would ever dream of getting.” I teared up again at that, nodding as he kissed me again. 

“Can I move?” he asked tentatively, I nodded again, a silent plea on my lips as he gently rocked into me, small thrusts that hit something I’d never felt before, but would never get enough of. 

My hands went to his neck, holding on tight as he quickened his pace, letting out sweet whimpers in my ear. My own moans filled the space between, his hand sliding under my back to pull me closer to him. 

“My sweet girl. My sweet, strong girl. Taking me so well, taking care of me so well.” He murmured, each thrust earning him a moan from me. 

I felt myself clench up, an orgasim approaching me before I had a chance to warn him. “Hay-” I barely got out, he pulled back to grin, capturing my lips as I let go, utter love shaking me to the core. Bliss wasn’t a word strong enough for what I felt, a sob escaping my throat. 

He came quickly after, my climax triggering his. A deep groan came from him, chest heaving as he released his warmth inside of me. I stroked his hair, cooing my own words of praise and adoration in his ear as he came down. 

Haymitch collapsed on top of me, bodies pressed tight together as we held onto eachother. The fire was still going strong, the only sounds being our breathing and the crackles and pops. 

After a few minutes he pulled out, reaching behind him to snatch a blanket. I felt myself lifted, placed on his chest as the blanket was pulled over both of us. I traced shapes on his chest, not bothering to look up at him as I felt myself being lulled into a deep sleep. 

“Thank you.” He whispered, one hand on my hip while the other cradled my back. 

“For what?” I mumbled against his skin, eyes rapidly closing. 

“For being here. For being you. I didn’t think- I didn’t know I could have something like this again.” He breathed, chest tightening as he struggled to get it out. I kissed his chest, sleepily looking up at him. 

“I didn’t either. I want to see where it goes, or where it doesn’t. I just want to be here.” I sighed, both of us love struck and treading carefully over this new thing we just cracked open. 

He nodded, giving me one last grin before I closed my eyes, falling into a soft sleep for the first time in years. Safe, secure, loved. 

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His Rose From Eight (part one)

Quick Summary:

A girl from the districts. A man who rules them. And a love that was never supposed to bloom.

Hope you love the first part xx

Coriolanus Snow POV:

Coriolanus Snow hated going to visit the districts, especially the lower district. He hated the people who seemed so ungrateful, while the capitol only made sure they survived. But he had to visit once in a while, it was his duty as the president of Panem.

But he wouldn’t go alone, no, he wasn’t going to be alone in this shithole. So his cousin, Tigris, walked beside him, arm linked into his. Tigris loved fashion and so he didn’t hesitate to bring her to district eight, where they produce clothes and textile products.

“Look Coriolanus, they are starving.”

Tigris pointed to two women sitting on the ground, searching through trash cans. It disgusted him, seeing people acting so inhuman, without any decency. He wanted to yell at the women to stand up and act decent, but he controlled himself and forced himself to answer Tigris.

“If they were working instead of sitting on the streets, they would have enough money to buy food, Tigris.”

He said, no empathy could be found in his voice. He thought the people of the districts were lazy sometimes, rather complaining about their hunger than working to get some bread on the table. Luckily Tigris stayed quiet for the rest of the walk while they passed more hungry citizens. 

“President Snow, it is a great pleasure.”

Factory Boss Oswald Krane appeared in his eyesight, while he strode towards him. Oswald Krane was a middle-aged man, one of the most fortunate persons in district eight. He didn’t have to work hours and hours in the factory, but he watched over those who did. They shook hands and afterwards he turned his attention to Tigris. They also shook hands and then Krane led them to the factory. The factory was the first stop in Coriolanus’ busy schedule and he just wanted it to be over with it.

“The workers are excited for your visit, president Snow, They feel honored.”

Krane told him, leading him through the front door of the factory. Machines could be heard and he heard several people coughing within the first few seconds. Coriolanus knew the workers couldn’t give a shit about his visit, they probably hated the capitol and every citizen. But they would be too scared to show it, so their fake smiles and demeanor were enough for him. At least they knew who was in charge of everything.

“So has the production increased?”

Coriolanus questioned while inspecting the workers. Their bodies were thin and vulnerable, he could see their bones and their faces were slim. Some capitol citizens paid a lot of money to look like that, but he rather have his workers with a little bit more fat on them, just so they can work harder.

“Yes, the production increased just like we planned.”

Kane explained proudly. A scream could be heard and it was clear a body part of a worker had been caught in a machine. He saw Tigris flinching and he knew she hated being here, seeing people in this state was hurting her.

“Are they eating enough?”

Coriolanus questioned again, pointing at one of the workers who looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. Kane stayed quiet for a while, just leading them through the factory.

“Enough to keep them working, sir.”

Kane answered but Coriolanus wasn’t content with it. He didn’t really care about the workers, but he wasn’t ruthless.

“Enough but not well.”

He contradicted, setting his firm gaze on the boss of the factory. He could see Kane swallowing and looking scared, but he quickly put his mask back on.

“We give them enough money to pay for food, some just rather spend it on something else.”

Kane answered, but Coriolanus knew he was hiding something. But then, his gaze found someone. A girl, sitting on a chair, her fingers around a piece of fabric and scissors in her other hand. She didn’t look like she was starving, she looked normal, almost like the ladies in the capitol. He could see her in the capitol, her looks were nothing like all the other workers. Kane caught the way Coriolanus’ gaze was set on the girl, so he took action.

“You there, come here!”

He barked at her, which made her body tense. She looked up to see her boss, Tigris and president Snow looking at her, but she didn’t move immediately.

“I said come here!”

Kane barked again and now she came into action. Slowly she walked over to the three of them, scared of what was going to happen. Kane grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward when she was into his reach.

“This one eats well enough.”

He said. Coriolanus hated the fact he addressed her like she was an object and not as the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Now that she was closer, he could inspect her face even better. He saw her blue eyes that looked scared and her full lips.

“And why is that?”

Coriolanus asked, now turning his attention to Krane.

“She works, knows how to keep her head down. But I’m sure she has connections on the black market, we give everyone around the same salary.”

Krane answered, still having a strong grip on her wrist.

“You can let go of her, Krane. I’m sure she won’t walk away.”

He ordered Krane and Krane looked shocked, but still let go of her wrist. He could see a light bruise forming on her wrist due to his strong grip, but she didn’t bulge.

“What’s your name?”

He asked her and she looked surprised that the question was meant for her.

“Seraphina.”

She said, her voice not sounding weak but careful. Seraphine, what a beautiful name, he thought. It was a name for the capitol, not the districts.

“President Snow, I think we have to continue our walk through.”

Krane sounded and Coriolanus wanted to punch him in his face. He just wants to have a conversation with the lady in front of him that he was very interested in, how dare he make him leave? He knew Krane wanted to talk about business later on the walk through and he didn’t need Tigris to be there with him. 

“Tigris, you can keep Seraphina company while I continue the walk through.”

He told Tigris and Seraphina seemed surprised. Kane was also surprised, but he hid it more well.

“Go back to work.”

He ordered Seraphina and she nodded, walking away from them. 

“I will be back shortly, just talk with her and get to know her.”

He told Tigris before continuing his walk with Kane.

Seraphina Corvelle POV

Seraphina wasn’t used to having company, especially not from people from the capitol. But Tigris seemed sweet, unlike her asshole boss Kane.

“What are you working on?”

Tigris questioned, sitting beside her on a wooden stool. Some peacekeepers stayed behind to watch over Tigris, to make sure she wasn’t going to be attacked by Seraphina with scissors or fabric.

“A dress, someone requested it from the capitol.”

Seraphina explained, showing her the fabric. It was a beautiful fabric and she wished she could make her own clothes from it, but that wasn’t allowed.

“I’m a fashion designer too.”

Tigris told her. Seraphian wanted to tell her she wasn’t a fashion designer, she was simply a worker, but she kept her mouth shut. She could get into trouble if she said those words to someone so important, someone so close to the president.

“Really? That’s so cool.”

Seraphina forced herself to sound interested, but she would rather have Tigris go away. She has enough money to earn.

“Yes, I love my job. Although Coriolanus says I don’t have to work anymore, but I argued that life without working is too boring.”

She didn’t know why, but hearing the first name of President Snow coming out of Tigris’ mouth, creating some feeling in her stomach. It felt too personal to hear his first name. She wished having the decision to work or not to work was something she could spend her time thinking about, here in the districts they don’t have a choice.

“Well it certainly keeps you occupied.”

Seraphine agreed, setting her scissors in the fabric.

Coriolans Snow POV:

Coriolanus sat in his office in the train they arrived in. He was tired after another dreadful day talking to factory bosses about production and the well -being of the workers. But he couldn’t get his mind off of one thing, or rather, one person. Seraphina from the first factory he visited still lingered in his mind and he was eager to know more about her. So he called in Tigris, who had spent quite some time talking to her. He walked out of his office into the large living area. Tigris was sitting on one of the couches, reading through a fashion magazine. It was ironic, reading about clothing trends in the capitol while you are visiting the district they make the clothes in.

“Hello Tigris.”

He announced his presence in the room and she looked up from her magazine. 

“I thought you would’ve been asleep by now, you had a long day.”

She replies, putting her magazine down. She was already in her nightgown, ready to go to bed.

“I just wanted to have a little chat with you before I go off to sleep. How was your conversation with Seraphina?”

Coriolanus hadn’t had any time to ask her about it after they left the factory, he was too busy. But now, he wants to know all the details. Tigris looked at him with a small smirk on her face, like she knew something.

“I knew you thought she was special.”

She said softly. 

“I don’t think she’s special. I just want to know what you talked about.”

He lied. He did think she was special, he knew he needed to speak to her in private.

“You still remember her name. You never remember the names of workers.”

She called him out and looked at him with a grin. He didn’t respond to that, he just looked at her waiting for her to tell him about the conversation.

“She was nice but timid. We talked a little about fashion and she showed me the dress she was working on. It was beautiful, she really has talent. I tried to ask her about her family but she didn’t really respond to that.”

Coriolanus made a mental note to ask her about her family the first time they would speak again. And they would speak again soon, he would make sure of it. 

Seraphina Corvelle POV:

The next morning, Seraphina sat in her usual spot in the factory. The dress was almost finished and she had to admit she had outdone herself, it was beautiful. She was happy with the result but her happiness quickly faded when her boss Krane walked up to her.

“You, come with me.”

He ordered and yanked her up by her wrist to stand up. She saw peacekeepers behind him and that made her scared. She hadn’t done anything wrong? Did she? Peacekeepers only handled people who did something wrong, they weren’t here for a nice chat. Her boss led her through the factory, peacekeepers walking close behind. The other workers looked up and looked terrified for what was going to happen to her. They stopped in front of the room that was completely off limits for workers, Kane’s office. 

“Inside.”

He barked and Seraphine quietly pushed the door open. Once she set a foot in the office, she saw the one person she didn’t expect to be here. President Snow. The door closed behind her, leaving her trapped in the room. There was a long silence, neither of them spoke. She could feel his eyes on her, studying her body which made her uncomfortable. Silently, she wrapped her arms around her body.

“Come sit.”

He said. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. Seraphina knew the difference. But the way he ordered it was different than how boss Kane ordered stuff. It was more gentle. Quietly she strode through the office and sat down on a chair. The chair was far more comfortable than the wooden chair she sat on while she worked.

“Do you know why you are here?”

Coriolanus asked her and grabbed two cups, filling them both with tea. He didn’t even ask her if she wanted any, but she guessed a president doesn’t have to ask anything.

“No.”

Seraphina said, trying her voice to sound steady and controlled. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, like that was the exact answer he expected. She avoided his gaze and noticed all the delicious food spread amongst the table. She was hungry, although she had quite a filling breakfast, but she wouldn’t admit that to the man in front of her. Unfortunately, he noticed her longing look.

“Are you hungry?”

He questioned and she waited a while before answering. It was a simple question, yet she had the feeling a lot of answers would be wrong.

“I eat what I’m given.”

She answered, finally meeting his gaze. He was already looking at her and again a smirk appeared.

“Clever answer.”

Coriolanus remarked and offered her a plate to put food on.

“Take it, I know you want it.”

Seraphina was done with fighting it and finally put some food on the plate, a mouthwatering looking pastry. It was something she hadn’t eaten in a long time, pastry’s were far too expensive. Quickly, she took a bite and enjoyed the sweet taste on her tongue.

“Tell me, Seraphina. When was the last time you ate something like this?”

He asked her, his voice filled with curiosity. His interest seemed genuine, but she couldn’t believe that the president was actually interested in her.

“A long time ago, but it tastes amazing.”

She answered him and continued to eat the pastry. He kept looking at her and said:

“I’m glad you like it. It’s from my favorite bakery, Madam Sweetness on-.”

“Cornelia Street."

She filled in the last past of his sentence and he looked at her surprised. Because in what world would she know where Madam Sweetness got her bakery? Seraphina knew she messed it up, now he was going to ask questions and she was sure he would demand answers.

“How do you know that?”

He questioned, sitting back down in the large chair he sat on when she came in. Seraphina set the half eaten pastry back on her plate and dapped her mouth with a napkin that laid next to her plate.

“I lived in the capitol.”

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Against the Odds Pt. 9

Sorry the daily updates fell off, I am now hacking up a lung, but alas I can breathe through my nose! I’m still deciding if I wanna take this into a smut realm, so give me thoughts on that one if that’s something we might want to dive into lol. Thanks for reading!

IX: Love Me Anyway

The autumn festival was quickly upon us. The end of summer had come in a rush of routine. Haymitch and I hadn’t taken any steps to fall in love after our chat, instead falling back into the same rhythm we had before. I would come over in the morning, clean around him while he drank, make lunch, clean some more, and we would have dinner together, sharing a bottle of white liquor and lighthearted memories from childhood. Depending on how drunk Haymitch was, he would sometimes walk me home, stopping to have a cigarette with me on the steps to the house. 

The cigarettes were becoming my new vice. My drinking had gotten nearly as bad as him in the past month, and while Haymitch was rich by district 12 standards and paid well, it was still an expensive habit that left me feeling like shit. I had mentioned it to Haymitch a few days ago, promising him I wasn’t going completely sober, which he’d rolled his eyes at. 

The next morning I’d found a pack of cigarettes laying on his table. When I asked him about it, all I got was a borderline sheepish look and a shrug. “Consider it a bonus.” 

I crunched through the leaves on my way to Victor's Village, hands shoved in my unraveling sweater pockets. Haymitch sat on his porch, enjoying the changing trees around us, flask in hand. He spotted me quickly, giving a half smile that didn’t reach his eyes and fishing through his coat pocket. 

I took a seat next to him as he found what he was looking for, holding out the pack for me to take one. I took it in my mouth, searching my own pockets for a match. Haymitch cleared his throat, making my head spin towards him as he held out a lit match. 

“C’mere.” He grumbled, I hesitantly leaned towards him and he cupped his hand near my cheek as a shield to keep the end from going out with the wind. I let out an exhale as he took a swig, silence settling over us like a blanket. 

“You going to the harvest festival this year?” I asked. He pushed out a deep breath before turning towards me.

“I don’t do that shit anymore. Ain’t no one there that wants to see me.” 

I smiled at him, or something close to it at least. “I want to see you. I’m sure Burdock and Blair wouldn’t mind either. If you’re on your best behavior I might even introduce you to the Everdeen girls.” 

Haymitch shook his head, his shaggy hair getting into his eyes. 

“Burdock doesn’t want to see me. He made that pretty clear. Doubt he’d want the man who threw a rock at his wife to meet his girls.” My brows furrowed at that. I didn’t know what happened between the two of them, but I hadn’t expected it to be that bad. 

“You threw a rock at Astrid? Why?” I took another drag as he frumped forwards, his elbows resting on his knees as he kicked around the dirt. 

“They were pushing too hard. It was too much.” I nodded, shoving my side into his shoulder. 

“At least I got to avoid a rock to the head. You’re lucky, I would have chased you with it after.” 

He chuckled at that, a deep, breathy rumble straight from his chest. 

“Different circumstances. You were actually invited. And you don’t push… you just sneak around and snoop through my shit undetected.” I grinned at that, my head falling to his shoulder as we took in the changing air. 

“At least you threw it at an apothecary. Saved her the cost of having someone else stitch her up.” He snorted at that, pushing a stray hair behind his ear. Haymitch reached over, snatching the half burnt cigarette from my hand and holding it to his own lips, taking a deep hit and huffing it out into a cloud of smoke, passing it back once he was done. 

“Are you going to go?” he asked, not bothering to look at me on his shoulder. I pulled my sweater around tighter. In all honesty I didn’t want to go, to meet more eyes filled with pity and sorrow like all the other parents of lost tributes. They tended to huddle together at events like these, holding silent vigil while they replayed memories of their children growing up. 

“No, but I doubt it’s up to me.” Katniss had come over once a week, dropping off whatever Burdock could spare and listening to records with me. We’d gotten through a quarter of them, each visit filled with the soft scratch of the needle and soft breathing. She didn’t often speak to me, just giving me sweet looks and quiet company. 

Two days ago she’d dropped off a small bowl of their previous night’s supper and asked me about the festival. I hadn’t been able to say no to her big gray eyes silently pleading. “There will be music. Dad says it isn’t as good as this, but it’s better than nothing.” I couldn’t say that it would bring up too many painful memories for me, that I’d rather wallow in self pity at home than find it in the eyes of the seam. I just resigned myself to a soft smile for the sweet girl, “I’ll go if you save me a dance.” She’d made a face at that, turning back to silence as she listened again. 

Haymitch shook his head again, “when you said I’ll get to meet the Everdeen girls, didn’t realize you were included in that.” I scoffed, lightly slapping him on the shoulder. 

“What can I say? You were too feral to become their stray, so I took your place.” We both took a hit from our respective vice at that. 

A few days later the festival arrived. People in the square hung up shoddy wreaths of wildflowers and leaves, the mayor had gotten a hold of string lights, lighting up the area in a soft glow. I put on one of my ma’s dresses, a dusty worn out orange that had certainly seen its share of autumn festivities. I remembered her coming out of the room with it on, doing a little spin for my pa while he watched her with hungry eyes. She’d swat him on the chest, grabbing my hand and pushing us out the door. 

It had a way of bringing out little healthy features she had. On me, it just pointed out the gant lines and hard edges my face held. 

A knock at the door signaled the Everdeen’s arrival. It pushed open while I got ready, Primrose barreling towards me while Katniss followed in annoyance. I grinned at the 7 year old, who held a wilting flower crown in her hands. 

I looked at Katniss curiously, watching as she fiddled with the end of one of her braids. “I made it for her in the meadow a few days ago, She wanted you to have it.” 

I bent down to Prim’s level, letting her gently place it around my milkmaid braids pinned to my head. She giggled, letting me pinch her cheek and smile before I took her hand and ushered them with me to the square. 

The festival was in full swing. I got a few pitied looks as we made our way over, Katniss gripping my hand tighter as I squared my shoulders. For an 11 year old she was extremely intuitive. 

Burdock was chatting with someone I didn’t recognize, spinning around as Prim launched herself at him. He roared with laughter, spinning her around off the ground. Katniss stayed at my side, uneasy around the crowd of people. I caught her making eye contact with Otho’s youngest son, his face going beet red and looking away quickly as he chatted with Delly Cartwright. He was a sweet boy, adorable to the core from the brief moments I had talked to him when cleaning the bakery before a peacekeeper inspection. His mother was a wicked woman, and on a few occasions I heard murmurs of her beating her boys. I couldn’t imagine lifting a finger to Wiley or any child. Children were precious, especially with how quickly they could be taken away. 

Burdock grinned at me, putting Prim down to pull me in a hug. 

“I’m glad you came.” he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek before pulling away. 

“Couldn’t say no, especially after I was given a crown of honor from your princess.” Prim blushed, sheepishly looking at her shoes before grabbing Katniss and pulling her off to find their mother. 

“He isn’t coming, is he?” Burdock sighed. He avoided directly asking about Haymitch, knowing I spent my days cleaning for him. Still, he sounded dejected at the prospect of his old best friend sitting alone during the festival. I shook my head sadly. “It’s hard for him, with them all here.” motioning my head towards the group of mourning parents in the corner. Burdock let out a pained breath, giving them a glance before looking back at me. 

“You should introduce yourself to them. They know what it’s like, maybe you could take some comfort in it.” His hand clasped my shoulder, watching carefully as I shrunk into myself. 

“No thanks. I cope well enough.” He huffed at that, muttering something about stubborn friends as he turned back to the person he was chatting with. 

An hour in I found myself wandering around the square, avoiding the mourners in the corner and any glances I received. I had chatted with Tansy’s mother for a while, awkwardly asking how her family was holding up. She had tried to ask how my family was, realizing her mistake and uncomfortably excusing herself. If the mourners needed another member, I’d be sure to refer to her instead. 

I waved down Katniss, whose braids were starting to become undone from dancing around with Prim all night. “I’m headed home. Tell your dad I said thank you.” She nodded, giving me a rare smile before whispering, “I’m glad you came.” I pulled her into a hug, which made her stiffen before finally just accepting it. I left a kiss on the top of her head before turning on my heel and heading towards Victor’s Village. 

I found Haymitch standing at his porch again, this time smoking on his own. You could hear the music from the square echoing, the sound of the fiddle piercing through the evening. 

“Look who survived.” He said, leaned back as he puffed smoke into the sky. He studied me, eyes raking up and down my figure the same way my pa’s had when my ma wore this dress. 

I did a little spin for him, hands gesturing to my crown. 

“Didn’t you know? You’re in the presence of autumn royalty. Rude of you not to at least bow.” I teased, coming up to snatch the cigarette from his fingers. He patted the porch step, still boring into my soul as I sat down. 

“My apologies to your majesty.” He huskily whispered in my ear, leaning in close. I got a good whiff of his scent, woody alcohol and tobacco. 

“What’s up with you tonight?” I breathed. He wasn’t typically forward with me, opting for reservedness with an inch of irritated melancholy. 

“Something about the way the light is hitting you I guess. Being around such a high ranking figure has me a little starstruck I suppose.” He was still inches from me, his hand coming to softly rest over mine. 

“Says the only person in this district to have met the president.” I joked. His demeanor changed, a dark look crossing his face as he took a drink. I crossed a line, I knew it as soon as it came out of my mouth. 

Y/N you absolute idiot. Why would you bring up his mortal enemy when he’s clearly thinking about taking you to bed?

“Why’d you come here after?” he slurred gruffly. I shrugged, “No where else better to be. Figured you could use some harvest festival cheer.” His mood lightened at that a bit, nudging my shoulder. 

“You have a good time?” He asked softly. I took a deep breath before nodding. 

“Yeah. Yeah I think I did.” He just nodded in approval. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes, his hand on mine slowly inching its way up my arm. Goosebumps broke out, making me shiver slightly. I could practically feel him trying to keep a grin to himself. 

“You cold, sweet pea?” he breathed into my ear, causing me to shiver again. He chuckled softly, grabbing my hand and hauling me up. 

“Let’s get you inside for a nightcap. Warm you right up.” he said, pulling me into the doorway. Who was I to argue that?

I had no idea where this night was going, but I wasn’t about to complain, following him in as he slammed the door behind me. 

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L-o-v-e Johanna Mason/You (Hunger Games

WARNING: LANGUAGE AND BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE AFTER EFFECTS OF TORTURE

You’re gonna kill her.

You love her but you’re going to kill her.

Johanna pushes you once more for good measure and you feel your body start to fall.

A thin arm, stronger than it looks, keeps you from hitting the cold ground.

“Are you serious? ” she hisses half amused and you elbow her side.

She chuckles and you finally open your eyes.

They burn from lack of sleep but just manage to open enough to see her face.

Johanna leans over you her face paler than the sheets.

Your heart stops.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

The words are too dead…cold.

You turn until the the both of you are face to face.

Her grey eyes look too big for her face now. They avoid staring straight into your eyes instead holding the sheet with a death grip. You take her hand rubbing the frigid skin between your own hands warm from sleep.

“I’m fine.”

Johanna stresses the last word sharply but doesn’t pull away from you.

“No, you’re not.”

You let go of Johanna’s hands to hold her cheeks instead.

They’re still too sharp from the Capitol, still pale almost lifeless but for her thin lips letting hot angry breaths to escape.

She’s your girl.

You know her better.

You know she’s not fine.

“Tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

The words though quiet are strong.

Johanna’s frame relaxes and her palm holds your hand to her cheek.

“I swear this love thing is so fucking pathetic.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Is this really the time to debate philosophy? ”

Johanna ignores you continuing to speak.

“Love is the most overrated thing ever.”

She scoots closer to you with every word.

“You lose your autonomy. Now there’s an us and a we and all that bullshit. Making you fucking weak after everything. Waking and needing someone. Needing to know they’re still here and touching them-”

Johanna pulls you in by the waist until you’re barely two breaths apart.

“The very idea makes me sick.”

“Love is putting someone else’s needs before your own and not expecting anything for it. It’s waking up at butt crack in the morning and still trying to talk to you instead of yelling. It’s holding you close when the world gets too much. It’s listening to this whole speech while you do everything but what you say.”

Johanna’s lip quirks a light entering her eyes you’d been missing so long.

“I don’t know about that,.”

You kiss her sucking her bottom lip before pulling away.

“You can be pretty romantic when you want to be.”

You can barely see the green in her eyes.

“ Shut up.”

You can’t breathe at the rasp in her voice, the darkness of her eyes and finally the hunger in her kiss.

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“Now Finnick, tell us about the lovely ladies in your life. First off, are there are any?” Caesar asks at the beginning of the interview.

“Uh well, not currently. But I mean there is a possibil-” Finnick begins to say but is soon cut off by Caeser.

“I happen to have met someone special and she is just so wonderful and beautiful and smart and wonderful- wait have said that already?.”

“Actually ye-” Finnick tried to answer but not before Caeser cut him off again.

“She is just so kind and funny and amazing.” He continued.

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“I just hope everyone can find someone as lovely as she is one day.” He said finally finishing his rant about how great you were and turns back to Finnick. “Now Finnick, why have you been so quiet this whole time?”

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