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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.

Masterlist

Keys = 💚-angst/comfort. 🩷-fluff. 💙angst/no comfort. ❤-suggestive content. 🧡-ambiguous

Request guidelines

Avatar(the blue people)

Beneath the sea's gaze (Aonung x reader)🩷

Waves of destiny (Tsireya x reader)💚

Echoes of the heart (Lo'ak x reader)

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Harry Potter

Nothing yet...

Twilight

Home with you (charlie swan x reader)🩷

Scream franchise

Haunted hearts and healing shadows (Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher)💚

Criminal minds

Unspoken words. Pt 2 (Spencer reid x reader)💙/💚

When comfort finds you (Spencer Reid x reader)💚

Industry Baby (criminal minds drabble)🧡

A cozy night in (Derek morgan x reader x Spencer reid)🩷

Resting in loves embrace (Aaron Hotchner x f!reader)💚

Domestic possession (Derek morgan x reader)❤🩷

Partners in every sense (Derek morgan x f!reader)🧡🩷

Shield of silence (Aaron Hotchner x f!reader)🩷💚

Tables Turned (Aaron hotchner x f!reader)🩷🧡 (pt2 for shield of Silence)

The Walking Dead

The shadows of sanctuary (Daryl Dixon x reader)💚

Bittersweet (Carl grimes x reader)💚

Mercy in the apocalypse (Daryl Dixon x reader)💚

A Fight for Survival (Daryl Dixon x f!reader) 💚🩷

The Hunger Games

Set fire to the rain (Haymitch abernathy x reader)💙

Crimson rain and golden sands (finnick odair x reader)💚🩷

Game of Thrones

Hearts Of Fire (Daenerys targaryen x f!reader x Khal drogo(slightly)🩷❤️

Divergent

Nothing yet...

Suicide squad

Nothing yet...

The Maze Runner

Nothing yet...

Charmed

Sanctuary in her arms (piper halliwell x f!reader) ♥️🩷

House M.D.

Nothing yet...

The Last Of Us

Echoes Of The Past (Joel miller x platonic!gn!reader)💚

Other fandom fics

Running Back To You (Pietro Maximoff X f!reader 💚🩷)

Analysis section:

Sydney Prescott x Stu Macher

Crimson Rain and Golden Sands

(Finnick Odair x reader)

The jungle air was thick and humid, clinging to every inch of exposed skin. The cacophony of sounds from unseen creatures echoed through the dense foliage, creating a disorienting atmosphere that made it difficult to discern friend from foe. The Quarter Quell arena was a masterpiece of cruelty, designed to break even the strongest tributes. And it was succeeding.

You pressed forward through the jungle, your heart pounding with anxiety. You had been separated from Finnick Odair, your ally and anchor in this nightmare. His reassuring presence was a balm to the constant threat of death, but now, without him, the oppressive weight of fear was almost too much to bear.

You stumbled through the underbrush, every rustle making you flinch. The canopy overhead barely let in any light, casting eerie shadows that danced at the edges of your vision. The memory of Finnick’s last words before you were separated echoed in your mind. “Stay safe. I’ll find you.” You clung to that promise, hoping it would guide him to you.

Suddenly, you broke through to a clearing and found yourself face to face with Johanna Mason. Her eyes were sharp, and she held her axe with a confidence that was both reassuring and intimidating. She regarded you with a mix of annoyance and concern.

“You look like hell,” Johanna remarked, her voice rough but not unkind. “Come on, we need to keep moving.”

You nodded, too exhausted to argue. Johanna was fierce and abrasive, but she was a survivor. And right now, you needed that strength. As you followed her, you couldn’t shake the unease that gnawed at you. The arena was a living entity, constantly shifting and presenting new horrors.

It wasn’t long before you understood why Johanna was so insistent on moving quickly. The sky began to darken unnaturally, and the oppressive humidity seemed to thicken. A distant rumble filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. Then, without warning, the heavens opened, and blood began to rain down.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The sight of the crimson rain was horrifying, an assault on your senses. You could feel it soaking through your clothes, its metallic scent overwhelming. Panic clawed at your mind as you tried to move, but your legs felt like lead.

Johanna grabbed your arm, pulling you forward. “Keep moving! We need to get out of this!”

But it was too much. The blood was everywhere, and your vision began to blur. You stumbled, your strength ebbing away. The world around you seemed to warp and spin, and you could barely hear Johanna’s shouts over the roaring in your ears.

Your knees buckled, and you collapsed to the ground. The last thing you saw before darkness claimed you was the red-stained leaves above, swaying in the tainted rain.

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When you woke, the first thing you noticed was the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The air was cooler, and the oppressive weight of the jungle had lifted. You blinked, trying to clear the fog from your mind. You were on the beach, the golden sand a stark contrast to the nightmare you had just endured.

Then you saw him. Finnick was there, kneeling beside you, his expression a mixture of relief and worry. He looked haggard, his usual effortless charm marred by exhaustion and fear. But he was alive. And he was here.

“Finnick,” you croaked, your voice weak.

His eyes met yours, and a smile broke through his weariness. “You’re awake.”

Without thinking, you pushed yourself up and launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him with all the strength you could muster. He caught you, holding you close, his grip strong and reassuring. Tears streamed down your face as you buried your head in his shoulder.

“I thought I lost you,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Finnick’s arms tightened around you. “I promised I’d find you,” he said softly. “I always will.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. In that moment, the horrors of the arena seemed distant. All that mattered was that you were together again, and as long as you had each other, there was hope.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach, you allowed yourself a moment of peace. The battle was far from over, but with Finnick by your side, you felt ready to face whatever came next.

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The Hunger Games Masterlist

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Finnick Odair-

Sleepless

Finnick says those three special words

Sweet giggle

Reuniting with Finnick

Peeta Mellark-

Baking

Katniss Everdeen-

Returning home

-Katniss Everdeen x Reader

{Katniss returns home to you after a long day of hunting and you clean her up}

I need to write more for her. Enjoy my lovelies💕

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The herbal smell of venison stew dances through the air pleasantly as the pot simmers on low heat on the stove, bubbling ever so slightly whilst you potter around the kitchen. You hum a soft tune, a song that Katniss had gently whispered against your shoulder as she soothed you from a nightmare last night.

You had to convince her three times over before she finally left to go hunting today. Katniss didn’t like leaving you alone on a good day, let alone after what happened the night before.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth and an ache in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t seem to shake. She knew you’d be fine, tucked away in the depths of the forest. Warm and safe in the small cabin you both call home, but it still doesn’t make her worry any less.

Maybe that explains why every time she comes back home there’s a small sigh of relief that passes through her lips. Her face immediately softens at the sight of you as you walk over to her, helping her to take off her coat.

“Smells good,” Katniss smirks as you thumb her cheek, rubbing away whatever stains her skin. Her eyes flutter close ever so slightly at the feeling of your soft hands.

She kicks off her boots, not wanting to track mud into the small house. “Thank you, I used the last bit of deer.” You tell her and she nods softly with a hum of acknowledgement.

You lean forward to press a kiss against her cheek, the scent of the outside lingers in her hair and against her skin. It’s something you’ve come to love, a certain sense of comfort you’ve found within it.

Katniss sits down at the kitchen table with a soft sigh, running her fingers across the grazes on her palms with a frown. You notice this, your eyebrows pulled together in worry as your gaze flickers to her sore palms and then to her face.

The sound of a gasp that comes from you makes her look up. Her eyes find yours as your hand gently cups her face, fingers curling around her jaw.

“What happened?” The softness in your tone burns away her bad mood as you take in the sight her the scrape under her chin, red sore and slightly bleeding. See, she had tripped over a tree root that was hidden beneath the fallen, trodden leaves which blanketed the forest floor with colours of orange, yellows to browns.

But Katniss would never admit this, never. “Nothing… just you know, it’s rough out there this time of year.” She murmurs, glancing down at her palms with a slight twinge of embarrassment flashing through her face.

It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, the grazes on her palms and underneath her chin. It’s clear what had happened… you’d save her from the embarrassment, for now.

“Looks rough, you really banged yourself up.” You have to bite back the giggle that bubbles within your throat when she shoots you a glare. Although, she’s not really mad at you, how could she be?

Especially when you press such a sweet kiss against her jaw and the way your thumb soothes against her knuckles. “Yeah… yeah.” She mumbles with a small smirk.

You take the first aid kit from the cupboard above the sink before sitting down beside her at the kitchen table. Katniss’ eyes never leave you, watching the way your soft hands take hers. You look down at the grazes on her palms, gently wiping away the dried blood and dirt with an alcohol wipe.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, doing the same to her other palm that was a little worse. She shakes her head, her cheeks a little rosy from how gently you’re handling her.

She’s not used to it, even after all this time. It’s addictive, the sweetness of you that leaves her stomach feeling all fluttery.

“No… no it’s fine.” She promises as a small smile adorns her lips, her expression softening.

“Good. Look up for me, love.” You tilt her head upwards gently, your hand cupping the nape of her neck so you can get a better look at the scrape under her chin.

With a soft 'tut' you begin to gently clean the small cut with the last alcohol wipe before pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw, and you can’t help but smirk at the way her breath hitches ever so slightly.

Katniss looks back at you, an appreciative expression settles against her face. “Thank you.” She whispers.

“Anytime, clumsy pants.” You can’t help it and honestly, Katniss doesn’t mind, despite the huff that escapes her. The sound of your giggle makes it all better, she’d do anything to hear that sound.

“Go get washed up… dinner is almost ready.” You tell her, your lips meeting hers as you both share a loving kiss. It’s soft yet desperate as if she had waited all day just for this.

The kiss tapers off into small pecks, ones that are just as loving. “Okay, I'll be quick...” She whispers breathlessly, her cheeks dusted with a stubble pink colour as she disappears off into the bathroom.