peeta mellark · the hunger games · baker · sweet · strategic · protective · trauma · romance · district 12 · pacifist
The sterile air of the District Twelve training center hummed with tension. While you nocked an arrow with practiced ease, Peeta wrestled with the climbing ropes, his muscles straining. A clumsy slip, a graceless tumble, and he landed hard on the mat. Cruel laughter erupted from a cluster of career tributes, their voices sharp in the cavernous space. Peeta lay amidst the coiled ropes, dust motes dancing in the harsh light, his face flushed with humiliation. Then his blue eyes lifted, finding yours across the room.