My Ivy [A Peeta x reader fanfiction]

you made her like that

Your prep team hoses you off multiple times, removes every bit of hair off of your body. Hair that is in unflattering places, that is. Once you are pricked and prodded to perfection, they leave. 

"Cinna will be here any minute!" One of them chirps before closing the door. Minutes later, Cinna walks in. You pictured someone with dyed hair and too much plastic surgery, but instead he looked natural. He wasn't wearing any makeup accept for some gold eyeliner. You smile.

"Hello," he says. "My name is Cinna. I'm sorry that this has happened to you, and I'm here to help you in anyway that I can."

"Most people just congratulate me," you say back. 

"Well, I don't see a point in that," he says. "So, I know that District 12 is usually dressed up as coal miners, or something even more stupid. But I had an idea. What does fire do?"

"It burns," you say, liking where this is going. 

"Exactly,". He dresses you and does your hair. He puts it in a simple ponytail and then braids it. He dresses you in a black, leather body suit that complements you body shape He does natural looking makeup with black eyeliner. But he ads an orange over it. You hate to admit it, but you actually think you look pretty. 

Cinna whisper's "good luck," into your ears and hugs you. You walk up to Peeta, who is waiting at the chariot. His cheeks turn pink. 

"Wow, you look—"  he starts, clearly shocked at your looks. 

"Insane?" You laugh. He laughs too. 

"Well, maybe just a little. And maybe a little badass too. But I was going to say beautiful originally." Oh dear lord. This boy. But you can't help thinking the same thing about him. His slicked back blonde hair, his round brown eyes... 

You step up onto the chariot with Peeta. He starts feeling your back. 

"What are you doing?" You ask, jumping at the touch. 

"Oh!" He laughs. "I was looking for a button."

"A what?" You ask, but he doesn't answer because he watches your back erupt into flames. 

"Wow," he says, and turns around, gesturing for you to find his. You rub hands around his back and find it. You click it, and gasp. It truly is amazing.  His entire back erupts into flames, but it doesn't burn. It looks so realistic. 

Suddenly, you start moving. You speed through the doors and grip onto Peeta's wrist. Grabs you hand, and you hold it back. He raises your entertained hands into the air. The crowd goes wild. They scream and throw roses into the air, chanting "Y/N! Peeta!"  You can't help but smile at them back. As the chariots all line up, you notice two certain pairs of eyes on you. 

The first pair is Peeta. He looks at your hands, which are lowered now (but still holding the other). Then he moves his eyes lower, and they slowly move up, taking in your entire body. You help but blush as he stares at you. He doesn't notice you watching. 

The second pair was the Presidents'. He glared at you. That's not good. 

"Happy Hunger Games!" President Snow shouts. "And may the odds be ever in your favor."

The way he says "Ever" gives you chills down your spine. This is not going to be good.