My Ivy [A Peeta x reader fanfiction]

that's a real fucking legacy

You wake up. Peeta's arms are still around you. Sighing, you pull the covers up more, because it's cold in your bedroom on the train car. 

You lay in peace for half an hour until you hear Peeta moan. You turn your head around to face Peeta. He looks at you confused for a second, then the realization hits. 

He sits up, running his hands through his hair. 

"Hey," you say, voice cracking. "What's wrong?"

"I-Nothing," he says, rethinking his words. "I'm okay." 

You nod. "It's really hot in here," you say, taking your comforter off. You look over at Peeta, and notice that he's taken of his shirt. 

"Ha!" he laughs, looking at the puddle of sweat that lay on the back of it. He wipes a streak of sweat off of his forehead. You laugh and turn your head the other direction. That's when you notice your dress. 

"Oh yeah," Peeta says. "I washed it last night. The Avoxes wouldn't let me me in the cleaning room, but I snuck in."

He snuck in? Wow. "Thank you, Peeta. It means a lot"

Just then, you hear a knock on the door to the room next to your's. 

"Peeta!" You hear Effie's muffled voice through the thin walls of the train. You can imagine her wearing something pink and frilly. "Hello? Peeta?" You hear the door open. "Oh no!" You start hyperventilating. Was it illegal to have another tribute in your room?  Oh why did he come one here. I probably look awful. Just terrible. 

"Oh dear!" Effie cries. You hear her distraught footsteps, then she opens your door. "Y/N, dear, have you seen—oh. Um, I'll leave you two to it then." She wipes a pool of sweat off of her brow, smudging her makeup. 

"Leave us to what?" Peeta asks, and you snicker. "What?" He looks at you, obviously confused. 

Your cheeks go red. I guess Peeta doesn't realize how weird we look. Effie closes the door, not saying anything. You hear her talk to Haymitch. Probably gossiping about the two teens from District 12 who can't get a room with thicker walls. 

"Peeta," you say. "You're shirtless, in bed with me. You have to realize how weird that looks." 

He realizes what is happening and gets up. 

"Sorry y/n, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I'll go," he apologizes, clearly hurt. He stood up and put his shirt back on. 

"No, don't!" You cry. He looks at you, confused. 

"Don't put my shirt on?" 

"No, silly!" You laugh and walk over to him. "Don't go." He smiles and grabs your hand. 

"Okay?" You laugh. He holds your cheeks in his hands, brushing your hair out of your face with his thumb. Butterflies. Just butterflies. Wait—Is he going to kiss me? You lean in, getting closer. The butterflies in you stomach fluttering faster and faster. You stare up at him, and he looks down at you, before pulling you into a hug. You press your face into his skin, a feeling of calmness deep within your bones. 

He breaks the hug. "What ever happens in that arena, trust me," he whispers in your ear. You nod your head. I will trust you. You silently swear to yourself. 

You hear a knock at the door. "Are you two lovebirds done in there?" It was Haymitch. You role your eyes. 

"Yes, Haymitch," you rolled your eyes. 

Peeta put on his shirt and left you to change. You put on an olive green sweatshirt and black sweatpants. You come out to a feast sitting on the table.  

There were cinnamon roles, jame, toast and more. It probably wasn't a feast for the Capitol, but it was more than you ate for a week in District 12. 

"So, how do we win?" You ask, grabbing a roll. 

"Pass the jam," Haymitch responds. 

"How do we win?" You restate. 

"Pass the jam,"

"Tell us how to win," you command as Peeta looks up from cutting his egg. 

"Pass the jam first," Haymitch says, reaching over the table. 

"Tell us how to win!" You shout, stabbing your knife in between his fingers. 

"THAT IS MAHOGANY!" Effie squeaks. You roll your eyes. 

"You want to know how to win? Fine. Make people like you. And right now, you're making a real fucking legacy of hate." 

You roll your eyes and walk into your room. What a bitch. This time, Peeta doesn't come in. Which is good. You need to mentally prepare yourself for your prep team.