Multi fandom x Reader Hanahaki One-shots

Girl On Fire (Katniss X Fem!Reader--Pt 2)

Cinna told you that he's made both of your outfit's so they stand out, but you never expected him to tell you that they catch on fire! However, he did tell you that it is specifically made so it won't hurt you or your brother. So, that made you feel better about them.

You were stood next to your chariot, petting the snow, white horse. You hear a cough beside you. Looking around, you see Peeta glaring at you, tapping his leather booted foot. His outfit was sticking to his body, showing the muscles he had gotten from carrying all the flour from the bakery.

"Are we going to get on, or not?" Peeta says, anger dripping from his mouth.
"Oh, yeah sure," you reply, climbing onto the chariot.

You hold my hand out for him, but he just swats my hand away and climbs up himself. As soon as we are stood properly, the chariot starts moving forwards.

"Hold my hand," I mumble to him, moving my hand towards his.
"What? No!" Peeta whisper shouts.
"The crowd will love it! Siblings getting along and representing their district, together!" I exclaim, grabbing his hand as we enter the he arena.

We wave with our free hands, then the outfits catch on fire. The whole crowd gasps and "ooo's". You seem unfazed, but Peeta's eyes widen at first, so you squeeze his hand comfortingly. Then, you pull your joint hands up in the air, as a symbol of unity, and the crowd goes wild.

~Time skip--interviews~

Cinna had made you the prettiest dress you had seen, let alone worn. He told you that it would catch on fire when you span around, so you were prepared to spin in the high heels.

You were currently stood backstage, watching Peeta being interviewed. He had been asked about his crush. He said mentioned that he liked someone back home. However, when Caesar says about Peeta winning, then being able to go out with them, Peeta says gloomily, "That wouldn't be much help.... Because my sister volunteered for her little sister..."

Then, Peeta exited the stage. As he walked past you, he barges his shoulder into yours, saying, "Good luck out there. You'll need it."
"Thanks..." you mumble, your face dropping slightly.
"Now welcome onto the stage the girl on fire, but as I know her, Y/n Mellark!" Caesar Flickerman exclaims, throwing his arms in my direction.

You walk up onto the stage, and you walk towards Ceasar, smiling and waving at the audience. You take your seat at the side of Ceasar, and he smiles at you, which you return. He must have said something as he was looking at me expectantly.

"Omg, did you say something?" you ask, looking distraught and displeased with yourself for not listening to him. You decided that you would try to resolve it by saying, "I'm so sorry, I got distracted by all the beautiful colours..."
The crowd laughs, Caesar laughing with them. He repeats, "Well, I said that you made quite an appearance the other day."
"Oh yes, I did."
"Well, I've just got to say, when I saw you with your brother, that my heart stopped."
"Yeah, so did mine!" you say, laughing slightly, getting a huge laughter from the crowd.
You smile and Caesar says, "I loved the dress, I think everyone did! Are they safe?"
"Of course they are! Well, I'm actually wearing them tonight," you explain smiling towards your interviewer.
"Can you show us?" he asks.

You nod and stand up. You begin to spin, holding your arms out to your side. After a few minutes you stop, stumbling slightly from dizziness. You feel hands on your waist, guiding you to your chair. You sit down, and smile over at Caesar, thanking him.

"Now, I have two questions for you before you leave, y/n," he tells you, smiling back at you.
"Ok, shoot," you reply, crossing your legs, and placing your linked hands on your knees.
"We all loved how you volunteered for that little girl, but we couldn't help but notice how close you seemed to be. How do you know each other?" he questions, sitting in the same position as you.
"Well, I went to school with her older sister. I also used to look after Prim, the girl, as their mother was still recovering from her husbands death. So I Volunteered to help look after her, for free of course," I explained. "I've always loved kids, I've always wanted kids. I doubt it'll ever happen, especially as I'm here."
"Why would you say that? If you weren't here, why wouldn't you be able to?" he questions.
"Oh, um. I don't think you'd like me if I said," you replies, laughing nervously. The crowd 'oos' and chatters with each other to what you said.
"Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we," says Caesar, smiling at you. He then looks at the crowd and look back at you.
"You had another question?" you asked, trying to change the subject.
"Ah, yes, of course I did!" he exclaims, clapping excitedly. "I want to ask you the same question that I asked your brother. Do you have anyone back home, any pretty boys?"
"Um, not exactly," you reply rubbing your neck awkwardly.
"Whatever do you mean?" he questions.
"I'm not exactly into, um, guys," you explain, looking at your hands in your lap.

The audience gasps at first, but then they begin clapping, making you look up in disguise.

Caesar smiles over at you and places a gentle hand on your knee, saying, "We accept all contestants, and all types of people, y/n. I think they have found it couragous that you have told us, of your own accord." After the croud finishes clapping her whispers to you, "I think you got yourself some extra sponsors."
The crowd laughs and smiles up at you, and you smile back. Caesar then replies saying, "Well then, I think it's time up! I hope you do well, I know if I could vote, I would vote you. Now, everyone give it up for, y/n Mellark!"

You walk off stage, while the crowd claps and cheers, and you wave to them and smile.

You walk into the back stage area, and you sigh happily. Then you feel an arm press against your neck, pushing you against the wall. You look at their face to see you angry brother, glaring at you.

"You're a disgrace! How could you say that on live television, when they know who you trulet are?!" he growls.
You push him off you and you reply, "I actually got more more sponsors, instead of making a drama out of something that isn't necessary."

You walk away and you meet Haymitch, who congratulates you and takes you over to Cinna and Effie. You all walk up to your room. You can't wait for a good night's sleep and some of their amazing food.