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Slight āmusingsā on an older nonspecific Haymitch relationship. Not proper fanfiction, more like scenario prompts. (āEditā: IDK why I wrote it like this. This is basically like a oneshotā¦I just forgot the word āoneshotā I guess LMAO) Kinda fluffā¦??? Idk???
(Also second edit: maybe Iāll explain a bit more in the comments or a reblog but I used They/them pronouns for the other character. I did this both a placeholder but also so that the gender was ambiguous. Idk, I know it seems wonky because I capitalized it sometimes and sometimes didnāt, bear with me. I had like a hard time finally posting this; itās been āfinishedā in my drafts since July š)
They bring him a cup of warm coffee as he sits out on the porch. Heās staring out into the view from his house; the same house heās had since he won the Hunger Games at sixteen. Heās seen it a million times, and heās zoned out now. Haymitch looks over at his person, not making too much of an effort to smile their way; it wasnāt that kind of night. His health had been declining, naturally of course.
He takes the mug of coffee, acknowledging the act. He feels their hand travel to his shoulder, the touch light and familiar. Soon, his head is inched closer in Their direction; he doesnāt acknowledge it when he receives a gentle kiss on his head.
He didnāt like to be babied. But, he had known Them for decades now, and heād rather be ābabiedā by them than by anyone else. He doesnāt grumble anymore, not too often at least. Sometimes, if he does it randomly enough, itāll get a light laugh from Them. He still got that slight sense of pride and an ego boost whenever They laughed.
He looks back out to the shadow covered trees, taking that first sip of coffeeā¦
As he tastes that familiar, comforting drug that was caffeine, they start to brush through his hair. Haymitch didnāt say anything; he still wasnāt sure if he liked it. He knew he didnāt hate it, and as cynical as he was, he didnāt want to ruin these kinds of domestic things for Them. His hair, now gray with the occasional flecks of its original color, was still thick despite the age. Thankfully though, before he can dwell on it too much, They stop. Their hands go to his shoulders, no words being exchanged still. Yet, itās worked before and it works now. They lean down from behind Haymitch, gently pecking his cheek.
Alright, now they were going too far. His brows furrow and he shoots them a silent look, one theyāve apparently seen before because they just silently look back. Their hands on his shoulders, easing down lightly to ease all the typical aches Haymitch now feels. They lean back in to lightly brush their lips to his cheek again, and Haymitch lets them, brows still furrowed as he takes it in.
āMm,ā they lightly murmur, a tiny upturn of their lips as they glance back at his face. Their eyes held years of memories yet the fondness of novelty. Well, now he might as well give them a kiss back! He doesnāt act happy about it, but Haymitch does begrudgingly lean in to meet their lips for a brief moment. The peck was a little bit firmer than the previous kisses; this was the one Haymitch noticed himself dealing out a lot more with age. It was just easier, thatās what he told himself.
Haymitch watches as they walk back inside the house, presumably to make themselves a drink or to grab a proper jacket.
He liked when they sat to watch the sunset. The sun was already gone tonight, but the sky wasnāt dark enough where the bugs will get them. It was their routine to go in by the time the bugs get out.
#Haymitch Abernathy#the hunger games#thg Haymitch fanfiction#Haymitch one-shot#do you know the mental gymnastics I went through to post this š#Draft clear out#(āI do NOT write fanfiction in the way some of yall do!! I used to but this isnāt like a skill I practice often)#I donāt want to put too many other tags#Iāll let whoever finds this find it ššš
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