Prompt: What about a painter/writer au? :3 I'd love to read it, if you like the idea. Thank you!

I cheated a bit because there are no real painter and no real writer but… This is what the prompt made me think of… I hope you like it anyway.

Abstract Art

Haymitch regretted his decision the second he followed Peeta in the art's classroom. It was the boy's idea and he could already tell it was a bad one. It wouldn't help him keep off the booze, it wouldn't block the haunting memories of years spent in service or of his whole family dying while he was away, it wouldn't stop the tremors in his hands now that the kids had yet again dragged him into sobriety – for the third and, he was sure not the last, time.

Peeta loved painting and had declared Haymitch needed a hobby.

He followed the teacher's instructions to take place behind a canvas, vaguely wondering if Peeta would get mad if he simply left. His first attempt at lifting a piece of charcoal was disastrous. His hand was shaking way too much. He could barely write on a good day, never mind draw.

From the neighboring canvas, Peeta shot him a worried look that he ignored.

He was slowly but surely growing angry.

All in all, the woman's late arrival was a welcomed distraction. She was blond, with bright blue eyes, legs that went on forever, and she was wearing a white robe. For a moment, he thought she had forgotten to get dressed before leaving her house and he was happy because it meant he wasn't the most screwed up person in the room.

Until the teacher greeted her warmly and invited her to take place on the settee in the middle of the room, in sight of every canvas. He might have been gaping a little when she dropped the robe and stood there naked without a care in the world. He shot Peeta an accusing look. The boy shrugged, sheepish.

"I forgot we were doing nudes." he whispered. "You mind? We can tell the teacher and come back another time, it's…"

Did he mind ogling a beautiful woman for a whole hour?

He couldn't really remember the last time he had seen one naked while he was still sober.

"It's fine." he grumbled.

He watched as she lied down on the settee, wedging herself up on cushions so she would be comfortable, smiling at the teacher when he enquired if she needed anything before they started. Her smile was blinding, dazzling almost.

Around him, people were getting their supplies ready, already trying to figure out how to better draw her… Haymitch didn't understand how they could tear their eyes away from her so easily.

She was gorgeous, simply gorgeous.

Her neck was slender, her bearing was gracious… She held herself like a queen. Her breasts weren't big but he bet they would fit perfectly in his palms and the thought was arousing. With the withdrawals, it had been a while since he had felt those sort of urges and a drawing class probably wasn't the right place for that.

However he couldn't stop staring. The curves of her breasts, the round shoulders, the shape of her ribs ghosting under her skin, the left hipbone, the tempting ass pressed against the back of the settee, the endless folded legs barely hiding a completely shaved…

The teacher cleared his throat, pointedly looking at his blank canvas and Haymitch startled a little, noticing everyone had started working on their picture and he had been standing there, staring at her like a creep.

More alarming was the fact her blue eyes were riveted on him.

He blushed.

It was something that hadn't happened in years probably and he picked up the charcoal once again, trying to keep it steady. He did try to do something but she was absolutely too much of a distraction and every time he glanced back at her, he found himself enthralled by her beauty.

She hardly ever looked away. Even when their eyes finally met and she lifted a challenging eyebrow, she didn't look away.

Cheeky.

Time seemed to warp when he was staring at her and he was honestly surprised when the class ended. Peeta was chatting with some other people, comparing artworks, commenting on their progresses… Haymitch waited for the boy to finish so they could get out of there and head home. He wasn't allowed to drive yet and being dependent on people made him furious.

"May I see?"

He abruptly turned in the voice's direction. High-pitched, strong posh accent… Annoying.

She had put her robe back on but it was loose and his eyes were immediately drawn to the cleavage it wasn't completely hiding. She was doing that on purpose, he was sure, because when he looked back up, she seemed more amused than angry. Most women would have been irritated. He refused to be flustered by being caught staring what she was so obviously flaunting and so he shrugged his permission, a smirk on his lips.

She inspected his canvas with much more attention than it warranted. There were only a few shaky lines that could have been forming the outlines of a body with a lot of imagination.

"Is this abstract art?" she asked, more amusement slipping in her voice. "You have been staring at me so hard… I expected something a bit more… inspired."

"Can't help staring at gorgeous naked women, sweetheart." he snorted. "I'm just a guy."

She hummed a little, not sounding completely convinced, still looking at his work as if it was a masterpiece in disguise and she just needed to find the key to its secret.

"Staring is rude." she declared eventually. "Not to mention, in this context, it is slightly creepy."

She had a point there and he winced. "Yeah… Kinda. Sorry. Wasn't expecting that to be honest."

"Oh…" she grinned, sounding more teasing than upset by his behavior. "Were you expecting apples and fruits? Were you… disappointed?"

Her eyes were twinkling with amusement and it was astonishing how beautiful she was. Really, astonishing.

"Can't say I was disappointed, no." he chuckled. "Made the whole art class business worth it."

"You don't strike me as an artist." she declared, crossing her arms on her chest, unfortunately making herself decent in the process.

"'Cause I'm not." he snorted. "That's him." He nodded to Peeta who was still talking with his friends. "He's the painter. I just tagged along."

She looked a bit put out. "Will you come back next time? I am hired to pose for three more classes."

He lifted his eyebrows, a bit surprised. "So eager for me to stare at you? I'm sure there are other creepers out there."

"Creepers, yes." she chuckled. "But I do not think you are a creeper, just a man lacking manners." She looked him up and down, biting down on her bottom lip. He couldn't help but stare at her mouth. "I would give you my number if you asked."

"Didn't ask though." he mocked.

She shrugged, her grin widening as if she was enjoying the puzzling challenge. "Perhaps next time then."

She sauntered away, a spring in her steps, hips swaying right and left.

"Never said I was coming back." he called out after her.

She didn't even turn around, she just waved her hand as a goodbye. "You will!"

And the worst thing was…

He would.