Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a brand new story called Evergreen Youth Spoiled by Bread. It is similar to a story with Peeta x Finnick that I took down because I didn't like it and all that jazz, but now I have something new for the archive while waiting for Death Under the Sky this October. I did a series of drabbles for my other main fandom Super Smash Bros and thought I'd hop down over here to one for Katniss and Peeta, so here we go with drabble #1: Fire and Ice, which will be mostly AU's, but some will be interspersed with canon.

"Dinner is almost ready," Peeta looked behind his shoulder and called. "It's your favorite Katniss!"

"Give me a minute Peeta, my goodness. You act as if our food is going to permafrost the moment you set it down on the table. Besides, don't you want me to look nice for you during dinner?" Katniss's voice replied back, a sharp accent on the word nice.

Peeta raised his eyebrows, a small smile tugging at his lips. He shifted the pan off the burner, the whole way over to the counter sprinkling salt. Salt, next to icing was one of his favorite toppings to food. He'd rather die from a sodium overdose than be shot. He didn't want to admit it, but salt was the third most important item on his list of importance. Katniss, of course was first, his children second, and salt came ringing at third.

"Please warn me if I have to get the shades." Peeta joked.

"I don't know... tell me what you think." Katniss's voice had a playful tone as she went sliding across the tile floor of their kitchen. She meant to slide over gracefully and act like an ice skater, but instead harshly rebounded against the cabinet, the metal digging into her side. She skidded to the floor, one heel stuck on her foot, the other landing on her head. Her dress was indeed beautiful, a skimpy, tangy cardinal dress down to her ankles with matching heels to boot. Had she not slipped and fallen, Katniss's entrance would've won a Tony Award.

Peeta was so shocked that he dropped the pan, burning his hand. Two delicious steaks went flying, and Peeta watched, his eyes filled with horror. His life flashed between them in short sequences as steak sauce and juices went splattering all over the stove, microwave, floor, Katniss, and himself. He wasn't worried about the new decorative color scheme to his kitchen. He was more worried about his wife who just completely face planted into the tile.

"Are you alright Katniss?" he asked her, helping her up.

She spit a granule of salt out her mouth, the pallid speck landing right between Peeta's eyes. After all, he did love salt. "I think so. Bruised my knee real bad." She looked down at her knee with concern, and to her surprise, small droplets of crimson were dotting the floor around her.

"You're bleeding! That's not good," Peeta exclaimed. "Let me get some ice and a bandage."

As he rushed past her, she caught his arm. "Peeta, your hand!"

He looked down to gaze at his hand, which was swelling and turning rosier by the second. It hurt to even slightly move it, and rummaging through a cabinet for medicine supplies wasn't going to be the best thing. "I'll take care of it."

He stepped forward, not realizing that one of his boots was attached to Katniss's dress and the two went tumbling down on each other. Katniss's head bounced off of Peeta's chest, his head crashed against the floor. She looked up and kissed him once. "So it turns out I need the ice, and you need the fire."

Peeta couldn't help, but grin. "I suppose so. Nice to see the roles reversed, huh?"

There we go! I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 1- Fire and Ice. I'll be doing around fifteen of these, hoping for three a week if plausible. I'll try to have my second drabble posted tomorrow, lovely #2: Banking Trouble. Some of these will be in canon, most will be AU. Thanks for reading guys, and please review! It means so much to me, and if you want, suggest a small topic for me to write about in an upcoming chapter. I'll be seeing you all tomorrow. Love you all!

~ Paradigm