Clorinde

☔️ : You forgot who you were up against...

Capitano

even favoritism will end in violence

Arlecchino

She's your brother's friend [UPDATED]

Arlecchino

🤍 : Sharing a bed with The Knave…

Mavuika

You’re the pyro archon’s familiar

Thrain

❄️: You heard whispers about the Sentinel knight.

Coriolanus Snow

𓇢𓆸 | some obsessions never die, they evolve.

The Tsarista

You both once longed for each other

Clorinde

🌃 : Sharing a bed with your enemy...

Kujou Sara

❤️‍🩹: You found her with her wings injured..

Navia

🍰 | "Sweet as sugar..." [UPDATED]

Morax

A gathering of the gods

Muzan

You are his wife in the Heian era

Boss Navia

🌹: You’re Navia’s bodyguard [UPDATED]

Neuvillette

Judgement day has come V2

Hephaestus

🛠 | PJO | ── .✦ meeting his unclaimed child...

Neuvillette

He’s a college professor (modern)

Capitano

user is the pyro archon

Lenore Dove

──★ ˙🕊 ̟ !! haydove (user is haymitch)

Lenore Dove Baird

(AU) ✦ જ⁀➴"he didnt see her that day"

Haymitch Abernathy

🥃 | Two of President Snow’s disappointments

Neuvillette

the rain in fontaine falls relentlessly

Coriolanus Snow

🌹 ── the president is in need of a first lady

Zhongli

An archon falling for an adeptus...?

Scaramouche

he betrayed you

Lenore Dove Baird

🕯 | Appalachian Witchcraft AU (!userhaymitch)

Haymitch Abernathy

🥃 | family units

Capitano

After the events of 5.1 (user is the pyro archon)

Neuvillette

The hydro archon finds a dragon

Lenore Dove Baird

♡ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅𓂃 ࣪ ── "nothing but trouble" (haydove)

Lenore Dove Baird

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 ── lover boy haymich

Zhongli

user is the electro archon

Lenore Dove Baird

‧₊˚ ♡ ── haydove (user is haymitch)

Biker Mavuika

a fiery biker that caught your attention (modern)

Lenore Dove Baird

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊ ── "I love you like all-fire."

Raiden Makoto

My dear sister...

Biker Arlecchino

🚬 : She just wanted your attention

Lenore Dove

──★ 🕊 ̟!! | ᡣ𐭩 haydove | “Bad influence”

Racer Capitano

F1 Racer au

Burdock Everdeen

"our little secret..." (burdock x haymitch)

Neuvillette

courtesan user x Neuvillette

Neuvillette

you are furina (angst?)

Neuvillette

🌊: "I let the world burn for you"

Lenore Dove Baird

Victor turned mutt

Neuvillette

🌹: Aristocratic Fontaine au

Capitano

you're Dottore's test subject

Capitano

Dancing with a Harbinger? (Dwts ref 😜)

Lenore Dove Baird

user is haymitch

Lenore Dove Baird

University AU

Lenore Dove Baird

♡₊˚ 🥃・─ "haunted by you." (user is Haymitch)

Haymitch

🥃 | (user is hattie's granddaugther)

Arlecchino

🌙 : she wanted to see you

Hera

🦚| “you’re the child of her…” [PJO]

HAYMITCH ABERNATHY

🥃 | two broken victors… [fem user]

Lenore Dove Baird

If Haymitch was the mockingjay au

Lenore Dove Baird

🎻🍎 | user is haymitch [ALT AU]

Lenore Dove Baird

🕊️| Lenore Dove lived au

Capitano

Maybe in another life, archon…

CORIOLANUS SNOW

never letting you go

Idol Scaramouche

You’re his backup dancer and he’s an idol 💘

Venti

A gathering of the gods (venti ver.)

Haymitch

user is hattie's granddaugther

Lenore Dove Baird

Post-War Appalachia AU

Hephaestus

🔨[PJO] | "a certain god is admiring you.."

Lenore Dove

Witch AU

Mags Flanagan

her daugther is reaped for the quarter quell

Holden Caulfield

meeting Holden

Lenore Dove Baird

♡₊˚ 🦢・─ "haunted by you." (user is Haymitch)

Neuvillette

Judgment day has come

Luke Castellan

sweet blackmail...

Capitano

🗡 | "betrothed to you 500 years ago."

Lenore Dove Baird

Regency AU

Leo Valdez

User is Calypso

Nerina

🌊: "I am no man..." (wlw)

Muzan

"Cursed to be with you for an eternity..."

Neuvillette

He's tired and he misses you

Holden Caulfield

Catcher in the Rye

Lenore Dove Baird

🕊 | She died. He lived. She never left him.

HAYMICTH ABERNATHY

🥃 | V2 two broken victors {fem user}

Neuvillette

Reverse au (hydro archon neuvillette)

Neuvillette

inspired by the k-drama "when the phone rings"

Neuvillette

His little songbird…

Lenore Dove Baird

Regency era

Neuvillette

reversed au (Neuvillette as the hydro archon)

Haymitch Abernathy

meeting one of the district 12 tributes

Lenore Dove Baird

The Kingdom of Panem loved magic. Or rather, it loved the people who possessed it. Every generation, the royal House of Baird produced heirs blessed beneath the moon itself. Silver fire. Lunar healing. Dreams that foretold storms and wars. Moon-touched magic flowed through their bloodline like an inheritance older than the kingdom. The nobles revered it. The common folk worshipped it. And the royal family guarded it. Haymitch Abernathy possessed none of it. Not even the faint traces that occasionally appeared in old noble families descended from forgotten royal branches. The Abernathys had never been magical. Once, they had been wealthy enough that nobody cared. Now they were merely old. And old names, Haymitch had learned, could not pay debts. The Abernathy estate stood on the edge of District Twelve's northern hills, overlooking forests black with pine and mist. It had once been magnificent. Now it was surviving. The manor's towers still reached proudly toward the sky, but cracks threaded the stone beneath ivy. Entire wings remained closed through winter because they cost too much to heat. The stables held half the horses they once had. A young baron who carried himself as though nothing in the world could possibly threaten House Abernathy. Haymitch had become very good at maintaining illusions. His father had died three years ago. A sudden fever. Gone within days. Haymitch had been fourteen. The sole heir. The sole survivor. No brothers. No sisters. No mother. Just him. The last Abernathy. The title had passed to him immediately. Baron Haymitch Abernathy The words still felt absurd sometimes. At seventeen, he spent his evenings balancing accounts instead of attending parties. The study still smelled faintly of his father. The Royal Palace seemed carved from moonlight itself. White marble towers rose above silver gardens. The royal family spared no expense when celebrating the moon. Haymitch arrived fashionably late. Haymitch immediately regretted coming. He recognized half the room. People eager to discuss politics. Inheritance. Marriage. Money. He escaped toward the edge of the ballroom before anyone could trap him in conversation. The royal family had arrived. The great doors opened. Moonlight flooded the ballroom. And Crown Princess Lenore Dove Baird entered. For a moment, nobody breathed. Every portrait he'd ever seen of the princess had failed her completely. She looked seventeen. Perhaps eighteen. Dark curls flowed down her back in waves threaded with silver ribbons. Her gown shimmered like starlight reflected on water. Tiny crescent moons glimmered across the fabric. And around her fingertips danced pale silver sparks. The future queen. The sole heir of House Baird. The daughter destined to inherit the throne. The most powerful moon-touched mage in a generation. Hours later, after enduring enough conversation to qualify as torture, Haymitch escaped onto one of the palace balconies. Cold night air greeted him. Finally. Peace. The balcony overlooked the Moon Garden. Silver trees glowed softly beneath enchanted lanterns. Moonflowers bloomed across marble pathways. At the garden's center stood an ancient fountain dedicated to the first Baird monarch. And beside it stood the princess. Alone. No guards. No attendants. No nobles. Just Lenore Dove Baird and the moonlight. She rested one hand against the fountain's edge. Silver magic drifted lazily around her fingers. The moon seemed brighter near her. As though it recognized its own blood. Haymitch considered leaving. Royal princesses generally complicated one's life. Then she spoke without turning around. "Are you here to stare at the moon, or are you just making a habit of sneaking up on me?" Her voice was like something darkly sweet, touched with the rough burr.

Wanderer

Don't abandon him as well...

Biker Arlecchino

🚬 : She did all of this to get your attention

Lenore Dove Baird

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ | Sunlit moments and soft smiles

Lenore Dove Baird

She was raised in silk. (user is Haymitch)

Neuvillette

🔮: You are a witch in Rococo era Fontaine

Furina

🍰: "The hydro archon's little baker..." (WLW)

Neuvillette

You’re a melusine 🫧

Lenore Dove Baird

🌾 **1930s Dust Bowl AU**

Lenore Dove Baird

✦ જ⁀➴ " there are worse games to play..."

Neuvillette

Finding the pyro sovereign among the sea of faces

Lenore Dove Baird

regency au

Neuvillette

user is a hydro vishap

Scaramouche

🌃 : Sharing a bed with a harbinger...

Kinich

♡: A strange encounter

Neuvillette

maybe this time love won't end... (modern au)

Neuvillette

He’s scared of loosing you 💧

Thalia Grace

kissing lessons with your bestfriend

Lenore Dove Baird

🦢 | She never left (!userhaymitch)

Scaramouche

💔: "How much pain can your heart endure?"

Thalia Grace

capture the flag gone too far..

Haymitch Abernathy

captiol user {FEM} and haymitch

Lenore Dove Baird

Songbound Knight AU !userhaymitch

Coriolanus Snow

Capitol Academy AU — “Gaul’s Daughter”

Neuvillette

"mama, i'm chasing a ghost..."

Lenore Dove Baird

🥃 | "long after the games..." [user is haymitch]

Neuvillette

He brought you back

Neuvillette

💧| "clueless dragon"

Focalors

🪞: "Two halves of the same soul."

Aphrodite

PJO | fem user in the 1950s au

Neuvillette

🌊 "Even the rain longs for a break in the storm."

Nico di Angelo

divided by light and shadow

Wanderer

He found someone like himself

Haymitch Abernathy

Family units V2

Neuvillette

he seeks comfort from you

Neuvillette

you saw him again at a ball

Lenore Dove Baird

Courting Lenore Dove as Haymitch

Lenore Dove Baird

heading to the sweet old hereafter

Lenore Dove Baird

Time Loop AU — “The Year That Won’t End”

Scaramouche

💔: "How much pain can your heart endure?"

Callisto

The palace had not known warmth in years. It stood vast and immaculate, carved from pale stone that reflected neither sun nor sentiment. Silk banners drifted in still corridors, and servants moved like whispers, careful not to disturb the quiet tension that had settled into every corner since the royal wedding two years prior. You remember that much or at least, you’re told you did. You had arrived young, hopeful, your heart already given to a man you had only met once before the ceremony, King Callisto. He had been everything the court admired. Tall, composed, devastatingly handsome in a way that felt untouchable. His name alone carried weight across kingdoms. But his eyes…His eyes had never belonged to you. The marriage had been arranged—an alliance to secure peace, trade, and power. You knew this. You had accepted it. What you had not expected was the quiet cruelty of indifference. Callisto was never harsh. Never openly unkind. But he was distant. Cold in a way that froze rather than burned. He spoke to you only when necessary. Dined with you out of obligation. Touched you only when the court required appearances of unity. There were rumors, of course, whispers of another woman, someone he had loved before the crown had chosen duty over desire. You never asked. You simply loved him anyway. Two years passed like that, silent halls, separate lives under one roof, and no heir to bind you together. The court began to murmur. Ministers grew uneasy. And still, nothing changed. Until the day everything did. It had been a clear morning. Too clear, some later said, as if the sky itself had been holding its breath. You had been riding along the eastern cliffs, a place you often went alone. No one knows exactly what happened. All that matters is this: You fell. And when they found you at the base of the cliff, blood staining your temple and your body unmoving, the kingdom nearly lost its queen. Three days. For three days, you did not wake. The palace, once quiet, turned suffocating. Physicians came and went. Priests burned incense and murmured prayers. Servants cried in hidden corners. And King Callisto, He stayed. He did not sit at your bedside holding your hand like the stories say a loving husband would. But he was there, always just beyond the door, issuing orders, ensuring the best healers were summoned, his presence heavy and immovable. No one dared comment on it. — On the fourth morning, everything changes. A maid stands by your bedside, replacing a cloth that has long since gone cold. The room smells faintly of herbs and smoke, sunlight filtering weakly through drawn curtains. Light floods in too quickly, your vision blurring, your head throbbing with a sharp, disorienting ache. The world feels… wrong. Too bright. Too loud. Too unfamiliar. The maid gasps, stumbling backward before rushing to the door. “THE QUEEN HAS AWAKENED—!” Footsteps erupt instantly, echoing through the halls. — By the time the doors burst open, the room is already filled with anxious energy. Physicians crowd in, murmuring urgently, checking your pulse, your eyes, your breathing. Servants hover near the walls, hands clasped tightly, unable to hide their relief. And then, Silence falls. Because he has entered. King Callisto. Dressed in dark royal attire, his presence alone seems to command the room into stillness. For the briefest moment, so brief it could have been imagined something flickers in his expression. Relief. Then it’s gone. Replaced by the same cold composure the court knows too well. He approaches slowly. And you, your head still spinning, your body weak,turn toward him, instinctively drawn by the shift in the room. A murmur spreads through the room. “ Severe head trauma—”
“Memory loss—”
 Callisto steps closer. Close enough now that you can see every detail of him. The sharp line of his jaw. The cold steadiness of his gaze. And something else. Something unreadable. “You are in the royal palace,” he says, voice low, controlled. “You are the Queen.” A pause. Then, quieter, “And I am your husband.”

Neuvillette

When the tides fall silent...

Lenore Dove Baird

🌙 Moonlight Coven AU — The Binding

Lenore Dove Baird

The reaping had always felt like a distant nightmare, the kind he could blink away, heart pounding but untouched until today. Haymitch Abernathy hadn’t been chosen before—not officially. Not until the Peacekeepers made a mistake, a slip in the system that should have spared him. Woodbine Chance had been taken instead, killed before anyone could blink, and then Haymitch’s name rang out, carved into the air like a verdict. Illegal. Unthinkable. He froze. The crowd seemed to tilt, as if the world had gone soft at the edges. Murmurs turned into gasps. Mothers clutched children. The escort stepped forward, hand outstretched to him, and the cold weight of inevitability pressed into his chest. Then her name followed his. Lenore Dove. Haymitch’s stomach twisted. She stepped up with her usual grace, the same poise she carried even in danger, even in their quiet moments when the world seemed heavy. She didn’t cry. She didn’t stumble. For a heartbeat, she looked like herself—like nothing had ever been wrong. But when their eyes met, something inside her shifted. Something fragile cracked, and Haymitch felt it hit him harder than the Capitol’s sun overhead. Then her eyes found his. And the composure she always wore cracked. “Haymitch…” she whispered, voice trembling like the first leaf of autumn. “We’ll… we’ll get through this. Somehow. I swear.” But he could barely breathe. A Peacekeeper’s iron hand gripped his arm, forcing him forward, and the sun blazed down, harsh and blinding.

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