Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, suicide 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, self-harm. 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: This song has been the base of a lot of songfics. So it would be a crime not to write it! Instead of doing a more Hayniss-y thing though, I delved a little deeper into Katniss' relationship with her mother.

Song: Hello by Adele

I was wondering if after all these years
You'd like to meet, to go over everything
They say that time's supposed to heal you
But I ain't done much healing

Katniss is hardly surprised when she drags Haymitch along to visit her mother for the first time in ten years and the woman slams the door in their faces. She couldn't even get out a 'hello' before she's staring at the smooth mahogany of her mother's front door and trying to process what had just happened. Alfa Everdeen never had taken surprises too kindly - like the surprise deaths of her father and sister or the surprise of her oldest daughter being reaped. The woman panics and can't figure out what to do.

Seeing a married woman with baby fat on her hips and a toddler on her knee is definitely a surprise, considering the last time she saw her child she was a frail shell of a human laying in a giant hospital bed.

Besides, she'd been thinking that her daughter had gone off and married the little baker boy for the past ten years. The woman had thought that the two had children that she'd never meet and a life she'd never be involved in - and she was satisfied with that, satisfied with not being in her little girl's life.

One could imagine her surprise when Katniss shows up on her front door with an a little girl with dark tufts of hair peeking from under a beanie and her best friend from school carrying a baby bag. Like in the past - Alfa doesn't know how to handle it.

"Mama," Katniss calls through the door, and Alfa's eyes flutter open. She hadn't realized she'd closed them. "Mama, I know you're nervous. But it's alright."

"One second, dear," the woman calls back, her voice shaking along with her hands. She tries to swallow a lump in her throat. "I wasn't prepared for guests, you know."

There's hushed whispering, and then the sound of the toddler beginning to whine something. Alfa squeezes her eyes shut again, digs her nails into her palms until she feels the familiar sticky of blood run down her fingertips. She couldn't face anything associated with her daughter - nor her daughter's husband or her baby, for God's sake - yet alone the woman herself.

She couldn't do this.

"Mama, can we please come in? Beatrix needs a change," Katniss calls again, and her voice is begging. Alfa of all people knows that.

"B-Beatrix?" Alfa asks tentatively, furrowing her brow. Her heart is pounding in her ears and it's too loud, too real. She wishes for this all to be a bad dream - for her to wake up sweaty and screaming like before.

"The baby, mama. Please. Please can I- can we, come in?" her daughter's voice asks, so calm and sweet compared to the fiery young woman that she abandoned in that Capitol hospital all those years ago. Katniss had changed, she had matured. Why couldn't she? Alfa relent and steps away from the door, before swinging it open.

The family of three stares at her expectantly, and Alfa feels as if everything has slammed to a stop.

Alfa immediately notices that the child wears a beanie similar to Haymitch's and the two have a matching shade of eye color too - even the girl's expression mirrors the mans. There's no doubt that the child is his, and something about knowing that makes her feel sick to her stomach.

"Mama, it's me," Katniss whispers, reaching out and touching her mother's arm. "And Haymitch. You know us. Please, don't run away, mama."

Alfa tears her eyes away from the toddler and her father to glance at her daughter. Katniss' eyes are soft and warm, not the chilly ice that they'd once been towards her. Her expression is one of sympathy and forgiveness, and less of anger and hatred. Katniss has grown-up and forgiven her mother's past - which is more than Alfa had ever dreamed of. She'd figured that her daughter would hate her forever and that she'd be forced to live with the guilt. Hell - she had been living with the guilt.

But she didn't have to anymore.

"Welcome home, baby," the woman whispers, enveloping her daughter in a hug. Katniss' eyes water and she embraces her mother, and Alfa can feel a prick of pain in her own nose. She supposes that short visit couldn't do too much harm.

After all, they had a lot of catching up to do.

It's so typical of me to talk about myself
I'm sorry, I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town
Where nothing ever happened?