Roots of Rebellion: The Games • The Arena has been activated. • The countdown is ticking. • And the soil is hungry. This is book 2 of a Haymitch x Reader story that can be found on my profile!! I recommend reading that one first if you haven't already 🫶

lainey rose collier was just a seventeen year old girl living in district twelve. growing up in district twelve was hard for some, and lainey knew that, she was lucky. she had grown up in the merchant class, her parents owned the clothing shop in the town square. she was the kind of girl that drew attention naturally, not because she was overwhelmingly beautiful, but because she had a naturally alluring light about her that couldn't be dimmed by the coal dust that seemed to constantly darken the air of district twelve. when the 50th annual hunger games roll around and each district is forced to reap two times the amount of tributes, lainey isn't particularly worried for herself, but more so for her friends. what happens when the reaping doesn't go as plan and lainey finds herself headed into the second quarter quell as a tribute of district twelve? haymitch abernathy had always had it harder than most. forced into becoming the man of the house at a young age and placed in the position of taking care of his mother and sid. he lived among the seam, working jobs for his mother and hattie, while trying to keep food on the table. he never really came off as approachable towards others, leaving with him with not many friends, other than lenore dove, of course, his best friend. when the reaping comes on his sixteenth birthday, he's of course worried for himself, but he's more worried for lenore dove. praying that her name isn't called, but when things go wrong and he's forced to be a tribute for the quarter quell, he finds himself drawn to a certain blonde haired girl that he'd never quite gotten the courage to talk to. will things change for him as he navigates his way through the arena? disclaimer: i do not have any claim to any of the hunger games characters or the plot of sunrise on the reaping, except for lainey of course, the rest of the credit goes to suzanne collins! (the hunger games universe) (oc x haymitch abernathy)

Haymitch Abernathy fic ----- Sunrise on the reaping Maren Rosewood was never supposed to belong to the Districts, especially not 12. Raised in the Capitol's light and torn into the dark when her father's betrayal destroyed everything she knew, she arrives in the poorest district with something most tributes don't have... training, pride, and a refusal to be reduced. Haymitch Abernathy is the opposite of everything she represents. Born into 12, sharp edged and quietly observant, he knows the Games are not about strength alone, but survival, strategy and sacrifice. When the Reaping forces them onto the same stage, something unexpected begins to form between them, understanding first, then trust, and something far more dangerous neither of them name. But the Hunger Games don't care about connections. They only care about who is left standing. And in the end, only one of them will survive. update every fridaayyyy

"You begin to loose certain parts of yourself that you weren't aware you even had, they disintegrate into your subconscious before you can save those pieces of who you were before" Haymitch wasn't one to think before he acted. The events of his games, and his "homecoming" left him in a spiral of going mad. After one to many one-night-stands, a pregnancy occurs. The mother, Isa Norben, was beautiful. Her looks mixing with Haymitch's, created Allie Abernathy. After Isa died during childbirth, Haymitch decided that he could try. He could become sober. He could be a father. By the time Allie was five, Haymitch has turned himself around. Raising her the best that he could. But after one slip up. One comment. One snark made in the hidden halls of the capital. Allie was gone. Taken. Snow always lands ontop. Oc x Finnick

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 Lea Mellark was not supposed to be a tribute in the second Quarter Quell. ʚଓ.. Stand alone Currently in the works oc x haymitch abernathy

A slow-burn Haymitch Abernathy fanfic that starts in District 12, where he and she share a short, unfinished connection before his victory in the Hunger Games pulls him away. She later wins her own Games in the 52nd, but instead of freedom, the Capitol keeps her as a "prize," controlled and displayed for their entertainment. Years later, she's dragged back into the 75th Games situation as part of the Capitol's punishment and spectacle. By then, Haymitch is a worn-down mentor, and they meet again as near-strangers. What follows is a slow, messy rebuild of something they never fully got to finish, quiet tension, old history, and feelings neither of them ever really lost. Little use of y/n Link to Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5zFvyzGQwcOY7MGxJSC3Yy?si=eym7gEDTQMm9elypcxsqEQ&pi=MWRDQbdrSWSIY

He noticed her first. That was all it took. Marigold March builds her world around moments-glances, words, the illusion of being chosen. But in District 12, survival comes before softness, and Haymitch Abernathy was never meant to love gently. As time pulls them apart, what grows between them isn't simple love-but something sharper, quieter, and far more dangerous: the kind that arrives too late to save anything.

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

You just gotta keep your eyes open... ( haymitch abernathy x fem!oc ) started: 13/12/25 finished: ???