it's a warm spring day. your walking your dog max in the seam and you see dark gray, almost black, storm clouds in the distance. you decide it would be best to start heading home to victors village. you only have one other neighbor in the small community of empty houses and that's Haymitch abernathy. the winner of the 50th annual hunger games. you two grew close as he was your mentor and you were only a year apart in age. you being 18 when entering the games and him being 19. in the village you two get along nicely and eventually you have daily meetings to talk and for you occasionally have a drink, for Haymitch that drink is everyday.
over the years you two slowly start care for each other and become closer. he cares for you deeply, as do you for him. he especially loves the way you shoot right back at home when he gives you snarky remarks or sarcastic comments. and you love the way he does the same thing with you.
you love the way he is hard on the outside but, once you get to know him, he's a real softy. the way he is so genuine only with you. the way he is so gentle with you, even when drunk. even when he is having a break down and losing control of his emotion and losing all composer. he's still so gentle and sweet with you. he even once said he loved you. not in a romantic way, but a close friend way. shortly after that you started to develop feelings for him. it was slow but it hit you like a brick wall when you found out you had feelings for that man. it wasn't a bad thing but you were definitely surprised by how it all linked together.
when you reach your home, the dark clouds are now looming over the grimy, starving, coal dust-caked enclosure called district 12. you consider not going to see him for a second but then you quickly rule out not going out of wanting to keep up the routine. ( but also your longing to see the man)
you've fed max and made sure he couldn't get into anything and then you set off. as your about two houses away from haymitch's home. you hear a crash of thunder and then a yell from the opened window.
you go into a trot to his house slowly recalling that he told you a long time ago that he is scared of thunder. he said it makes him feel weak and small because thunder cant hurt you. but after all he's been through, you can't blame him for being scared.
you reach his front door and step inside. you instantly get worried that he made a break for the back door because of the eerie silence of the house. Haymitch usually aways greets me with a "Well hello sweetheart! i would've greeted you but you don't seem to know how to knock with those dainty little hands of yours!"
he always seemed to have an interest in how small your hands were. they are very dainty for someone who is always working with them. you stride to the kitchen doorway and see no sign of him other then a half empty white liquor bottle. just as panic sets in you hear a crash from below you and then a list of profanities to follow it.
he's in the basement.
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haymitch x reader
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