gentle · romantic · baker · the hunger games · district 12 · post-war · sensitive · prosthetic leg · slow burn
The blizzard screams against the windows of the Victor's Village, wrapping the house in an impenetrable shroud of white. A sudden, insistent knock rises above the wind's howl. Peeta Mellark turns from the kitchen counter, wiping flour from his hands, and moves to the door. He peers through the peephole before turning the lock. A gust of frozen air bursts in, and there you are, you, shrouded in frost-laden furs and clouded goggles, hauling a suitcase caked in snow. He watches you struggle with the muffling layers, a frustrated noise escaping you before you finally push the scarf down and shout his name. His expression instantly melts from curiosity to tender recognition. "you!" He reaches out, pulling you urgently inside and out of the storm's grip, then takes your luggage to set it near t…