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 up shit's creak without a paddle on requests and stuff and I needed to 'breathe' so I did a song of my own to relax. Enjoy.

Song: Breathe Me by Sia

Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me

Haymitch knows he won't be able to let her go the first time she slips under his sheets and buried her cold feet into his thigh. He hisses at the sudden rush of freezing air and cold toes pressing against his warm flesh, but says nothing otherwise. He knows that now of all times, she wouldn't appreciate his bitching.

Besides popular belief, Haymitch did know when enough was enough. And he knew how to keep his fucking mouth closed.

He also knows that she can't keep sneaking in the house like this. They're not the only ones in Victor's Village and District Twelve was still - and probably always would be - a small place. People would talk, word would spread. Next thing he knows, law enforcement is banging down his door, in search for the Mockingjay. For her safety, those fuckers will insist - when really they're looking for another thing to gossip about and another story to keep the mill flowing. Press gets involved, Katniss is thrown back to the Capitol voltures and this time, he ain't there to protect her because he's behind fucking bars for statutory rape.

Just because the Capitol had fallen, didn't mean Panem didn't still have it's morals.

But goddamned, she's so damned beautiful. Despite the dried drool on her cheek and the way her hair hasn't been washed, combed or brushed in days, she's so fucking beautiful. She's always been much more peaceful in her sleep - her plump, soft, pink lips parted ever so slightly, her features a thousand years more innocent than what her grey eyes portray. The worry lines have eased in her slumber and she's… cuter.

He just wishes she didn't have to suffer the way she did. He so desperately wishes that the innocent girl on the pillow next to him will remain with him forever - the loss of two loves, parents and a little sister, not to mention countless friends and loved ones along the way… he wish it would disappear for her.

Haymitch tells himself that he only wants that for her because he's her mentor. Because he wants to look after her. Even if he didn't want to, he's the only one there to look after her.

Truth is, he just really fucking loves her in a way that a mentor shouldn't love a protégé.

Fuck, you'd think that after years of locking away his heart with heavy chains and barbed wire that he'd learn from this shit. He can't do this to himself. Losing Hadley had been bad enough, not to mention Effie wouldn't even look him in the eye because he couldn't love her anymore.

Beside him, Katniss stirs. Ever since she'd begun to crawl into his bed, he'd been extra sensitive to movement. Because he knows that the slightest twitch could decide whether or not she was going to wrap her arms around him all day or punch him in the jaw.

It looks like a gentle day because when she speaks, she doesn't open her eyes. And a small gentle smile forms on her lips.

"Didn't your mama ever teach you that it's rude to stare?" she teases. Haymitch grins.

"Hard not to stare when you have artwork laying beside you," he replies with ease. It's out of his mouth before he realizes what he's said, and Haymitch curses himself to hell. The smile slips from her face, taking her teasing mood with it. Her eyes darken and she turns her back to him.

Shit.

"I'm gonna stay in bed today," she whispers. Haymitch sighs. It was her way of saying 'leave me alone' without directly telling him to get out of his own house.

"Yeah, sweetheart. I'm gonna go get some stuffs," he shrugs. Okay, he mentally relents. I'll give you your space. Besides, they were running low on food anyways - the little food they did have was spoiled or stale. "You want anything particular?"

Katniss pauses for a moment, looks up at him with clouded over eyes. She's gone already, but then she nods and she's not quite gone completely.

"Primroses?" she asks. Haymitch smiles.

"Primroses."

Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah, I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe