After aimlessly wandering about District Twelve for the last half an hour, you come upon a small, strangely attractive shop. Seemingly a bakery, if your nose could tell you anything, after noticing the unmistakable smell of homemade bread, kneaded dough, and freshly picked herbs. You walk up the irregular cobblestone path and set foot on the wooden steps of the store; as you reach the last step, you notice the door is open by a tiny margin before startling at a figure by the door.
"Hello."
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The Boy On Fire
FanfictionNo new updates sorry Peeta X Male Reader You and Peeta meet and fall in love the day before the reaping. You're caught outside during curfew and are forced to be District 12's tributes for the 74th Hunger Games. [This story loosely follows the stor...
