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: I've been suffering through a bit of Writer's Block when it comes to TSOWAT, considering that the Hayniss fandom is such a dead fandom - probably due to the Hayffie kiss in MJpt2 - and I haven't had much inspiration - just enough to crank out something for Omnishambles since I left it on hiatus for so long. But I'm back! And I have a little idea that I've been waiting to use.

EDIT: I was talking to Sharon, my grandmas's friend, on the phone and writing and I accidentally wrote her name. Oops. Sorry. I fixed it.

Song: Helpless/Bloodlines pt. II by Sir Sly

It 's not that I'm lost,
I know exactly where I am
I'm in the middle of a mess that I don't understand
Why does it feel like the world's stealing every single thing that I have?

Haymitch is horny and Katniss is there so they fall into bed together for the first time the night before . It's weird and awkward and generally a mess but Haymitch sneaks out of Katniss' house with his needs satisfied and Katniss pretends that she doesn't have to see him again.

That's the first time.

The second time is more coordinated - less awkward fumbles, more fluid kisses and bites. Katniss grips the sheets and squeezes her eyes shut against the lewd sounds tumbling from Haymitch's mouth. Haymitch places one hand beside Katniss' head and grinds deep and slow, his voice deep and raspy. He doesn't notice Katniss' unusual silence.

Haymitch stays that time, falls asleep next to Katniss with a muttered 'thank you'.

The third and fourth and fifth time repeat in the same manner. Haymitch doesn't leave until morning, slipping out of the house at daybreak with a kiss to Katniss' head. She's asleep, so she doesn't see the gentle, loving expression on his face when he pulls away from her. Haymitch doesn't know if he wants her to or not.

But the sixth time is more passionate. It's less like fire and ice and more earth and wind. They know each other now, know the other's likes and dislikes and how to drive them to the edge and keep them there.

Katniss' arches into her orgasm and Haymitch's head falls forward, his teeth scraping against Katniss' shoulder blade.

"Fuck, I love you," Haymitch whispers against Katniss' sweaty skin. Katniss stills against the words and squeezes her eyes shut. She doesn't say anything. Haymitch doesn't expect her to.

Katniss and Haymitch become more than mentor and tribute, and that's what makes things complicated.

I go home and I'm naked as the day I was born
It 's like a ghost town, empty save the windows and doors
Why does it feel like the world's stealing every single thing that I have?
If even home don't feel like home then I know it's the end