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:

AN: A little fluff for your nerve? Also, yes, I know, Cinna is the pyrotechnic. But I always saw Haymitch as a guy who would love fire if not for whatever happened to his family. I have a feeling that if given the chance, Haymitch would have set fire to his entire arena. I don't know why.

Song: Show Me What You're Made Of by Hoodie Allen

Show Me What You're Made Of

I don't want to give you up
I just want to give you love
I don't want to make it tough
'Cause you don't gotta do too much

"Smokey the Bear would cry if he was witnessing what you're doing."

Those are the eleven words that leave Katniss Everdeen's mouth as she makes no effort to stop her slightly crazy, slightly tipsy boyfriend squirt a weird pattern of hand sanitizer on her new countertop. She probably should get up and stop him, or maybe even make him do it somewhere that's not in their house, but she's just got home from work and she's too exhausted to get up or lift a finger.

Haymitch turns around, a wicked crazy smile on his lips. It's almost terrifying, but yet she's still too tired to get up. He closes the lid on the handheld sanitizer and places it on the kitchen table which is still charred from the last time he played with fire in the house.

"Oh shh, sweetheart. You'll love this. Here, get up," he says, offering her his hand. Katniss groans in annoyance, but takes his hand and allows the crazy man to pull her to her feet. An arm wraps around her waist to steady her exhausted eyes as he sets fire to the beginning of the trail of sanitizer.

"Why did I choose to date the pyromaniac? I could be marrying a baker, a hunter, hell, even a fisherman. But I date the pyromaniac," she mumbles, as the fire travels towards the pattern he was drawing. Haymitch says nothing except for to give her head a light peck.

The bluish flames rush through the liquid, dancing through loops and curves and swirls. Despite herself, Katniss understands why her boyfriend is so addicted to fire. It's beautiful, really. Mesmerizing.

In the end, the flame ends in the kitchen sink, where Haymitch flicks the water and extinguishes it. But the rest of the pattern is left untouched, 'I love you' burning brightly on the counter. Katniss doesn't even notice that the lights have been dimmed to show Haymitch's 'masterpiece' until he turns them back on, grinning childishly.

"Yes?" he asks, pulling her back into his arms. She rolls her eyes and presses her lips against his, no longer feeling the draining exhaustion she'd felt earlier. Something about Haymitch Abernathy made her feel alive - no matter how tired she felt.

"You're an idiot," she whispers.

"I'm too smart for an idiot, now aren't I?" he replies snarkily. Katniss rolls her eyes.

"I love you too, idiot."

"That's great to know. Although, we should probably extinguish this before it sets off the smoke detectors."

You don't gotta turn me down
I'll come in when there's no one home
Baby let me turn you on
Treat you like a new iPhone

AN: Short and sweet, I apologize. I have been trying to pull inspiration out of nowhere, so forgive my terribly short disgustingly plotless drabble. I'll try to do better - promise.