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Title:Set Fire to the Rain

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Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader

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District 12 had always been a place of despair and survival. It was a backdrop of soot and ashes, where life was more about getting through the day than living it. Amongst this grayscale existence, Haymitch Abernathy found himself in the same bleak routine: drunk, disheveled, and drowning in his memories of the past Hunger Games he had won so many years ago. He had long since stopped believing in hope, love, or redemption. But then, there was you.

You had always seen something more in Haymitch. Despite the walls he had built around himself, despite the self-destructive tendencies, you believed there was still a part of him worth saving. Your heart, though bruised by its own battles, saw his pain and wanted to heal it. For a while, it seemed like you were making progress. He began to drink less, laugh more, and sometimes, just sometimes, he would let you in past those iron walls.

But the Capitol never truly let go of its victors, and Haymitch was no exception. The memories, the nightmares, and the guilt were chains that he could never quite break free from. And on those nights, when the darkness consumed him, he would push you away with harsh words and cold silence, leaving you to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart.

One particularly stormy evening, the rain poured down on District 12 like a cleansing fire, a rare and violent storm. You found Haymitch in his usual spot, the run-down house that smelled of old liquor and regret. He was sitting by the window, a half-empty bottle of white liquor in his hand, staring at the rain as if it could wash away his sins.

"Haymitch," you called softly, stepping into the room. "You don't have to do this alone."

He turned to you, his eyes bloodshot and weary. "What do you want from me, Y/N?" His voice was a blend of anger and sorrow, each word a knife to your heart.

"I want to help you," you replied, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "I want you to let me in."

"You can't help me," he spat, standing up abruptly. "No one can. Not you, not anyone. I'm broken, Y/N. Can't you see that?"

Your heart ached at his words, but you refused to give up. "I don't believe that, Haymitch. I believe you can heal. We can heal together."

He laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that echoed through the empty room. "Together? Don't you get it? I destroy everything I touch. I killed them, Y/N. All those kids. And I can't...I can't live with that. How could you?"

Tears streamed down your face as you stepped closer to him, your hands reaching out to touch his, but he recoiled, the look in his eyes one of pure torment. "Haymitch, please. Let me in. Let me help you carry this."

"No!" he shouted, the bottle slipping from his hand and shattering on the floor. "Just go, Y/N. Leave me. Save yourself."

Your heart shattered with the bottle, the finality of his words sinking in. You had given him everything, your love, your hope, your dreams of a future together. And now, it was all crumbling down around you.

"I can't," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the storm. "I love you, Haymitch."

He turned away, unable to meet your gaze. "Go, Y/N. Before I hurt you more than I already have."

With a heavy heart, you turned and walked out into the storm, the rain mingling with your tears. Each step away from him felt like a dagger to your soul, but you knew you couldn't stay. Not when he was so determined to push you away, to drown in his own misery.

The rain poured down, a cleansing fire that mirrored the agony in your heart. You walked through the empty streets of District 12, the sound of the storm drowning out your sobs. As the rain washed over you, you felt a small spark of hope amidst the overwhelming sorrow. Perhaps, someday, he would realize that he didn't have to face his demons alone. Perhaps, someday, he would find his way back to you.

But for now, you had to let go. You had to set fire to the rain, to burn away the pain and the heartache. Because sometimes, the only way to save someone is to let them go.

As the storm raged on, you whispered a final goodbye to the man you loved, praying that the rain would wash away his torment and lead him back to you one day. Until then, you would carry the hope that love, no matter how broken, could one day heal even the deepest wounds.

Made a new fanfic!

Made a new fanfic, it's called The Hunger Games: Rise of the Phoenix and I'll post the prologue and chapter one right now! And it's a cross over with MHA.

~ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Haymitch was your mentor in edition 51 of the Hunger Games, and now it's been a year of dating, you just want him not to embarrass you at the capital party

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Another year that you would have to go to the parties in the Capital, another year dragging your boyfriend with you, anywhere you got the attention was looked directly at you two

A beautiful couple doesn't think so? A darling from the Capital and a drunk, no one knew what you had seen in him. But how could you explain it? He simply understood you, you shared traumas together, you found comfort in each other, you were the one who made him sober, he was the one who gave you hope for a better life, of a love, and both would do anything to keep each other safe from the capital, from this evil people

You had agreed to do favors to Snow in exchange for Haymitch's safety, you didn't care much about yours, but his reaction when he discovered it broke your heart into a thousand pieces.

Now you had to deal with the consequences and extreme jealousy of Haymitch when you interacted with anyone of the opposite sex, you just want him not to embarrass you.

“Sweetheart" a rough and dragged voice called you and you turned around, watching your boyfriend's eyes shine with how beautiful you were."Haymitch!" You said going towards him and placing a kiss on his lips, and quickly tasted the alcohol. "Whisky?" You asked a little upset that he started drinking so early, every time you returned to the capital it was the same thing. "Sometimes I think you drink hidden from me," He said "No, I just kiss you too much"

He put his hand on your waist and pulled you closer, the strong aroma filling your senses, and soon he leaned his lips on yours, kissing a little desperately you would say, but you tried to calm him down. "Mich, please, please, please control yourself with the drinks today," he didn't answer you, he held your hand and both entered the salon, you just rolled your eyes

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"Interesting L/N, but why don't we talk in a more reserved place?" Asked the tall man you were talking to, the idea of having to go to bed with another man disgusted you, but fortunately you would return to the district tonight, so such an act would not happen "Oh, I'm sorry but I think Mr. Damian would come to meet me here, exactly...”you paused to look at the decorated clock on the wall “...10 pm”

“Do you think it's necessary to wait for him?" He added running his hand through his dark hair "Yes" you completed simple, wanting to look direct, until you hear a noise of a glass breaking, you turned quickly and soon found the cause of the confusion

Haymich

Damian's suit was soaked and stained with a little blood, he was supposed to come look for you now, but someone stopped him

And this someone was coming towards you, you felt your face boil with anger and relief at the same time, you didn't know, but your boyfriend was listening to all the things Damian wanted to do with you tonight by taking her away from the man you were talking to

And soon you felt a strong hand grab your waist, your nostrils smelled expensive perfume and alcoholic beverage, but his angry voice invaded all your senses making you weak. "Is everything okay here, my love? I don't want to break a cup in another pompous one in the capital" You didn't answer, you preferred not to do it, you just watched him hide the other hand that had started to bleed. “Have a good evening sir, we have to leave" you said and walked quickly dragging Haymitch to your side

If he wanted to go and do something stupid, that wasn't in front of you

“You're not going to leave me, are you?" He said making that abandoned puppy face, looking a little sad, you stopped in the middle of the hallway looking directly at him

"Haymitch, I'm sad not because you wanted to protect me, but by the way you did it, one of the reasons I love you is this, you take care of me in a way that I don't even do myself, so never, I would never leave you" you ended by giving a quick kiss on his nose, now your eyes were watering

He was just an impulsive boy, you knew that, you knew everything that people had warned you about him, but you never regret it, you had promised, between kisses, touches, oaths of eternal love, that you would both fix each other together, you would overcome everything together

He wiped a tear that flowed from your eyes. "I'm sorry, really I- "he took a deep breath trying to find the right words" I would do anything for you, I love you baby" words could not express what he really felt, but taking a lock out of his hair and putting it behind his ear to see those beautiful eyes he was sure, you were not everything in the world, you were the world

Haymitch may not be the most romantic person, but for you he would do anything.

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~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞: I write some silly things with no compromise

• Finnick Odair

Screaming, crying

• Peeta Mellark

• Haymitch Abernathy

Please please please

• Katniss Everdeen

Taste of love

• Johanna Mason

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: English isn’t my first language, but I’m practicing and I hope you guys like my write