I shared a fluff headcanon earlier on tumblr and someone asked me to write so here it is =)

I am taking advantage of this small os (that by the way isn't that great, sorry) to make an announcement (ominous I know). There won't be prompts for two weeks. Instead I will publish a chaptered story in 8 parts called "Running Out Of Time" that is inspired by Adele's "Hello" (Yes, it was originally supposed to be short but what do you know suddenly it was 40 pages and an actual story with a plot so…). I will publish Monday to Thursday for two weeks and it should take us up to the 24th so it will be a countdown of sort for Christmas =)

Snowed In

The storm had lasted most of the night, taking the power out and leaving them to camp in front of the fireplace huddled under a heap of blankets not to freeze, so Effie was happy to notice in the morning that if the sky was still a milky white, at least snowflakes weren't coming down anymore. She pressed her face closer to the living-room's window, peering at the street outside. Everything was white as far as the eye could see though and that sent a thrill down her spine.

She could hear Haymitch rummaging through cupboards in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast and grumbling about something. She ought to go help but she was curious. She had moved in at the end of summer and it was her first winter in Twelve, she wasn't as used to the cold and the snow as Haymitch was. It was all natural to him but for her… The weather in the Capitol was controlled, she had never known this sort of chill that made her breath puff out in white clouds in front of her mouth. Snow was synthetic and only covered designated parts of the city, it never crept higher than the foot.

In Twelve it looked so… cotton candy. That was what came to mind when she saw the immaculate coat covering everything. Without truly meaning to, she wandered to the front door, grabbing the woolen sweater she had discarded when the power had come back on her way there and slipping it on. She hesitated after putting on the boots doubled with soft fur on the inside because she was still wearing the thick flannel pajamas with red hearts Katniss had bought Haymitch as a joke and that Effie had rescued from the back of his drawer. She decided she could risk being seen in her pajamas pants – after all there was no one outside, no one would wander out in that weather except a Capitol, and she would only be a minute. She just wanted to see for herself.

It was freezing outside and she wrapped her arms around her chest to keep warm. There was a stillness to the Village, as if the heavy coat of snow muffled everything. It covered the stairs and spilled on the porch, she figured that meant it would reach her knees if she wandered further. She did anyway, testing the thickness of it. She had hoped it would be solid enough to walk on but her foot went right through and the leg of her pants was immediately soaked. She laughed anyway, and scooped some snow in her hands, feeling a childish delight in it.

She had never been allowed to play in the synthetic snow, it wasn't dignified enough for a future lady, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it now because she thought synthetic snow would never compare to the real thing.

Something was dropped on her shoulders and she slipped her arms in the sleeves of the coat, turning to thank Haymitch only to find her pink gloves dangling from his fingers right in front of her face. She snatched them and put them on while he draped her matching pink scarf around her neck and finished his task by tugging her woolen hat low on her forehead, making sure to cover her ears.

He was equally geared up and at her surprised look, he simply shrugged. "Frostbite comes quicker than you think around here."

It should worry her, she mused, all the more so given that they were both only wearing flannel pants that were now wet but she couldn't bear to think about that now because there was a sea of snow right in front of her.

"It's beautiful." she breathed out in a puffy white cloud. Each inhalation was a sharp stab at her lungs but she didn't care about that either. "It's a shame it's so cold though."

She wandered a little further away from the house, struggling to advance.

She shrieked when she felt something hit her at the back of her head and she turned around only to see Haymitch smirking, his gloved hands covered in spackles of snow. He deliberately scooped up more.

"Don't you dare." she warned.

The snowball hit her right in the face.

She shrieked again at the cold sensation, angrily wiping snow from her eyes and mouth.

His low rumble of a laugh echoed in the surrounding stillness. It was so rare a sound that her anger morphed into joy and she started giggling too. He laughed less when her own snowball hit him right in the forehead.

He gaped at her, mouth opened wide in shock.

"Yes, I can aim." she huffed.

The smirk came back though and she barely had time to duck out of the way to avoid the next snowball.

They were both competitive, it wasn't exactly a surprise that it quickly escalated into a full war that he won by irregularly grabbing her around the waist and dropping her, kicking and screaming, into a heap of snow.

"Cheater!" she only had time to shout before he smashed a handful of snow on her face. He was chuckling and his cheeks were pink with cold, his grey eyes twinkling in amusement. He looked younger in that moment, more carefree than she had ever seen him. She loved it.

"All is fair in love and war, sweetheart." he whispered in her ear.

She wasn't expecting the snow he forced down her neck under the scarf.

"No, Haymitch!" she gasped. "It's cold! I hate you!"

That only made him chuckle harder and she pouted. Chapped lips were pressed against hers though and she forgot why she was mad in the first place. The kiss was short for them but she was starting to shiver and lying down in the snow wasn't exactly comfortable. He noticed her chattering teeth and pulled her up.

They ran into the house as quickly as the thick coat of snow would allow them and lost no time in getting rid of their soaked coats, scarves, hats, gloves, socks, and pants as soon as the front door was closed. Even her panties were damp and she got those off too, ignoring Haymitch's taunts and crude jokes about getting her wet. She ran to the clutter of blankets that were still on the rug in front of the fireplace and covered herself with them.

Haymitch didn't seem as affected by the cold as she was but, then again, he had lived his whole life in this weather. It was unfair, she decided, shivering under the blankets and rubbing her legs to make the needles pricking her skin disappear.

It was several minutes before he came back in dry clothes, carrying a new set of flannel pants and woolen socks for her. He tossed them on her lap and ignored her clipped "Manners" to stroke the fire. Once he was satisfied it wouldn't die, he sneaked under the blankets with her.

"You know what's the best part of playing in the snow, sweetheart?" he asked, dropping a kiss on her neck that was soon followed by another one, one that lingered. "Warming up."

"Haymitch, I haven't even put the pants on yet." she sighed

"Perfect. I was going to take them off anyway." he chuckled, hooking a finger around the collar of her sweater to access her shoulder. He licked her collarbone only to playfully bite on it.

"I just slipped on the socks…" she insisted, tilting her head to give him better access.

"You can keep them on." he granted in a magnanimous tone that made her roll her eyes.

"Fine." she surrendered, reaching for one of the cushions from the couch. She flopped on her back and wedged the cushion under her head. "But you are doing all the work."

"Deal." he smirked, clearly taking that as a challenge.

She pouted but it morphed into a laugh when he covered her body with his and his cold hands wandered everywhere.

She could get used to being snowed in, she decided.