Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, and torture... so far. Now adding: depression, cheating, heartbreak, underage, implied prostitution, suicidal thoughts, someone having acid thrown on them, smut, implied rape/non-con. I'll add more as the story wears on, just in case.

Disclaimer: Credit goes to HannahSongla for the story idea. Please go check out her Hayniss story similar to this - Sweetheart. Credit goes to Suzanne Collins for the verse and the characters. I don't really own anything but the text of these one-shots. And no, that doesn't mean the song lyrics or the playlist. Enjoy c:

Song: Alive/Awake by Oh Land

Why did you show me all your skeletons and fears
When I was eating all the glitter in your tears?
I restrained, You felt free
You couldn't taste the salt that floated out of me

Bombs rained down on the underground District like some sort of unwanted acid rain, beating against the entire place and causing rubble and debris to occasionally fall into the bunker. The sounds of the upper levels caving in on themselves and the whining hisses coming from the flying bombs were the only things keeping Haymitch awake. He wouldn't admit it to a soul, but he had a terrible fear of claustrophobia - of not being able to get out. Every Victor did - after being trapped in an arena with forty-seven other children to brutally murder, he wasn't expected not to. He wasn't afraid of the bombs penetrating the never ending amount levels District 13 had, he was terrified it would destroy all entrances and exits and he'd be trapped down there for their rest of his life.

Terror is pulsating through him like an unchecked disease when a weight plops on top of him. A whoosh of air is knocked out of Haymitch as the person above him fidgets. They squirm about until their head is on his chest and their fingers play with his.

"This is uncomfortable, sweetheart," Haymitch wheezes, turning so that her bottom is facing him and his arms around his waist. It's not until they're settled that he realizes they're spooning, and he practically scoffs. Stolen kisses in hidden cupboards, teasing each other while in command, and now this - they were practically teenagers. Well, she was a teenager, but that's not the point.

Katniss wiggles her hips pushing against him in effort to get comfortable. Haymitch groans at the action, glad that her hair was in his mouth and was muffling his noise.

"Damnit, sweetheart, you quit that," he hisses, using one of his hands to attempt to steady her waist. Katniss hums in reply, knowing exactly what she's doing and being proud of herself for it. She squirms again, practically grinding against the slowly forming tent in his pants. "Katniss."

"Shh," she whispers, a smile dancing at the corners of her voice. "Or else we'll get caught."

"You fuckin' minx," he replies lacing his fingers through hers and laying them over her waist. Katniss arches her back so that her bottom pushes more into his erection and a guttural growl escapes his throat. She turns in his arms, breaking the link their hands had made, and shoves her hand down his pants unceremoniously. The movement is sudden but not unexpected - Katniss tended to have random bursts of sexual drive and it usually came when she was absolutely terrified. Haymitch's eyes roll back in his head and he pulls the chapped flesh of his lower lip between his teeth, attempting to muffle the cry of pleasure that threatens to pass his lips. At the moment, he didn't know what had brought this on, but he desperately wished she'd stayed with her sister and the cat.

Her hand grips his aching member, and she strokes him lightly, making sure to keep her eyes alert in case anyone starts coming their way or calling for either of them. At her movements, Haymitch's face morphs into one of absolute pleasure and a string of colorful curses fly from under his breath.

"Fuckin'... god... shit, Katniss..."

"Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?"

"If you do, I swear to god," he hisses at her grabbing her wrist. He was in too deep now - if she stopped it would take at least twenty minutes for him to get up and hunt her down. Katniss laughs lightly, moving her hand up and down, in a faster succession. Haymitch's hips subconsciously thrust forward, his fingers gripping the sheets of the bunk in a desperate fumble for something to ground him. Damn her, damn, damn, damn.

Katniss' movements become more desperate and frantic, her need to see him orgasm fueling her drive. Somewhere further down - near Prim, Buttercup and the others - someone calls her name, probably Gale or Finnick - they can wait for a few moments. She can only see and hear Haymitch - the low grunts and groans coming from his mouth and paleness of his knuckles as he fists the sheets. His head is thrown back, the dark stubble covering his chin and neck only visible to her.

She knows he's close, because he has to cover his mouth with one of his hands to stifle a particularly loud moan. Grinning to herself, Katniss places a small kiss on his neck and leans towards his ear.

"Come for me, Haymitch. C'mon, sweetheart," she whispers, using the moniker as a tender endearment to bring him to his edge. It only takes the feeling of her lips against his ear and Haymitch body unwittingly obeys, her hand and his pants becoming coated with his sticky seed. He shudders as the orgasm washes through him - cold mixing with hot and setting him on fire. Something magical alights inside of him, a slightly chilling buzz running through his burning veins and dynamite exploding behind his eyelids. Haymitch groans and brings the pillow to his mouth, completely muffling a very loud scream of ecstasy. Luckily, most people near his bunk are with Prim, watching the cat.

Katniss waits for him to come down from his high before she withdraws her hand and flicks her tongue at his mess. She cleans her hand with her tongue, making slight slurping sounds. His member twitches in response to the sight and Haymitch rolls his eyes. Katniss stands and he rolls over so that he's lying face down in his pillow, muttering something intelligible under his breath.

"What's that?" Katniss asks, wiping the rest of the mess on the tissues from his bag. He looks up at her, his face red and his eyes still dark with lust.

"I said, I hate you."

Blow away
The remains from what was me
I can't hold on no more
'Cause there are maggots in that care