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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, The Hunger Games (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Hunger Games, Inspired by The Hunger Games, District 8 (Hunger Games), My First Work in This Fandom Summary:

Idris Webber is a young girl trying to survive in District 8.

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👻 Trick or Treat!!! 👻

Treat 🍬 of course !!

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Have you drawn the beach kiss from catching fire?

No!! Not yet but I”ll add it to the list. I’ve got one more for the 74 then I’m going to work on that next ☺️😊

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Honor Fraser @ Christian Lacroix Haute Couture Spr/Sum 1997

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Chariot Costumes District 8 - 68th Hunger games

Here’s the chariot costumes for the fanfic I’m working on!!

I straight up despise the costumes we got in the movies so here’s a re design. In the fic Tigress is the male character, Duran Maroon’s, Designer. His costume is eerily similar to the capitol college uniform as a slight to Snow. These games were her last due to the costumes she created.

The color pink is used because it the official color of the district according to the new book, Sunrise on the Reaping. I have mixed feelings about this. That being said I’m trying to stick as close to cannon as possible. Please let me know what you think and if there is anything i could add to improve these looks. (:

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Chariot Costumes District 8 - 68th Hunger games

Here’s the chariot costumes for the fanfic I’m working on!!

I straight up despise the costumes we got in the movies so here’s a re design. In the fic Tigress is the male character, Duran Maroon’s, Designer. His costume is eerily similar to the capitol college uniform as a slight to Snow. These games were her last due to the costumes she created.

The color pink is used because it the official color of the district according to the new book, Sunrise on the Reaping. I have mixed feelings about this. That being said I’m trying to stick as close to cannon as possible. Please let me know what you think and if there is anything i could add to improve these looks. (:

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Everlark art 74th Hunger-games interview p.2

This took me forever and i’m not super proud of the final result but here is the second part of what I’m working on.

“Peeta has only just stepped from his car when I slam my palms into his chest. He loses his balance and crashes into an ugly urn [...]Peeta lands in the shards, and blood immediately flows from his hands. “What was that for?” he says, aghast.

“You had no right! No right to go saying those things about me!” I shout at him.

“This was your idea, wasn’t it? Turning me into some kind of fool in front of the entire country?” I answer.

“It was my idea,” says Peeta, wincing as he pulls spikes of pottery from his palms. “Haymitch just helped me with it.” - part 2 The Game - The Hunger Games sir. Suzanne Collins

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I really like the idea of the boroughs in District 8. What are the other 4 boroughs you didn't mention in the original post?

Also, would people like the mayor and their family, or other influential ppl in the district, also wear specific colored hats/ties/etc, or do you only think workers would?

I'm just happy to find more District 8 fans :)

Hi!! I’m happy the idea is kinda catching on. I worked it out that there are 8 defined boroughs with 3 minor areas. I made a little map with the idea, I also tried to keep it cannon accurate.

Here’s a map the market borough contains the mayors office and the wealthier family’s. So they wear yellow, or if they’re wealthy gold. Wealth is directly connected to how much of your boroughs color you own. So most people can wear a button or scarf but the wealth can own a whole suit. The special area is the Taylor’s guild. Green and gold is there color. They work directly with the capitols stylist to create costumes. They also create the hunger games outfits and the game makers robes. This they are the wealthiest in the district. one else in the district is allowed to wear there color.

The victors village is its separate area as is the warehouse district. There color connections aren’t really concrete. Though I thought an out making the victors village purple. In a separate post i talked about how that is the color of mourning in the district because it is so rare. Children sent to the hunger games are often given a purple token as a sign of love in the face of there ominous future.

Let me no if you have any idea to improve this. I’d love to workshop it.

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Followed just because of the username <3

Haha thanks 🫠😆

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District 8 - worker project

Here are the first two Burroughs of an ongoing district 8 project I’m working on. All together there are 8 borough in district 8. Fitting right 😁.

These first two are examples of the weaving district and the dyes/pigment borough. Each borough has its own color coordination. There is no standard item but most people show case it with their hats.

For the current two

Weaving- Red

Dyes and pigments- black

Future boroughs

Fabric production - Grey

Utility/ workers uniforms - Blue

More to come …

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Everlark 74th hunger Games WIP

Hey everyone here is the first of a couple of works I have planned on my take of book accurate Everlark interview outfits. I’m a senior in college so I’m finding it hard to finish so I’m posting this for now!

“My dress is entirely covered in reflective precious gems, red and yellow and white with bits of blue that accent the tips of the flame design. The slightest movement gives the impression that I am engulfed in tongues of fire." - The Hunger Games

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68th Hunger Games OC Art. Two main characters repeated from district 8.

Since district 8 is textiles I thought A unique cultural aspect could be the use of different colors to identify different industry’s. If people are interested I’ll post the grid of the district and my color coordination ideas. My characters are both using types of head scarves but people use everything from hats to ties to buttons to signify there type of work. I just really found the idea that in a district that makes cloths dyes and material are there only way to find identity.

Another aspect is the color of mourning. In history the color purple has been historically hard to find. Thus it was saved for only royalty or the ultra wealthy. I turned this idea on its head. Purple is an extremely rare color thus it is saved for only the most important of situations. Mainly funerals. On of the characters wears a purpule ribbon on her wrist. A gift from her family, a suture way to say goodbye, you are precious, you are loved. Due to the capitals lack of understanding of district unique cultures this symbol flies under their radar.

Im trying to finish the story but I have a general outline on the Hunger Games fandom wiki. Let me know what you think !!!

The 68th Hunger Games

The 68th Hunger Games took place 6 years before the current story. The arena was a hot desert speckled with lakes. The tributes began the ga

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The Canal

Hi everyone, If you would have told me 6 months ago that I would ever end up on a site of people sharing their passes with the weird and supernatural I would have called you mad. I would have told you the supernatural was a coping for lack of knowledge. Once when I was a kid exploring an abandoned house with my friend Terry we saw a door slam followed by a high terrifying scream. Terry ever the scaredy cat bolted back towards her house. I instead stayed passing an inquisitive look at the rickety door. As I passed through it I jumped as a deranged raged looking grey squirrel ran over my foot, screaming its head off. The sight of its mangled tale sent me into fits. I never told Terry what I saw. From there on out she was an avid believer in the supernatural and I a die hard skeptic. 

With such a difference in belief it's hard to believe we got married just 10 years later. As the only lesbians in our town our relationship made staying in the area down right impossible but we made it work. Five years after we got married we were able to adopt our daughter Phoebe . After multiple attempts to conceive Terry finally convinced me to adopt. We initially wanted to adopt a baby or a toddler but fate had different plans. The adoption center was weirdly secluded about an hour outside Pittsburgh. Terry, the main middle man with our social worker, had a packet of kids who had stuck out to her that she wanted to interview with. In the back of my mind I thought “ god let us leave with one kid not 12.”. After our initial meeting with the dean we took a tour of the facility while Terry talked the older woman's ear off. I followed silently behind viewing the bright posters on the banal walls of the facility. While staring at one poster I started to spiral. When Terry brought up children I was terrified. My parents were less than doting so the thought of raising a kid seemed like an incomprehensible task. What did I know about kids? To add to that the pressure by our community. When Terry bought a pregnancy test at the local drug store the owner gave her a disgusted look asking “ do you think someone like you should really be around children.” Terry was inconsolable for days. The negative pregnancy test that followed only served to worsen her mental state . The guilt, the fear, the doubt surrounded me. Staring at the wall I sunk deeper and deeper until it seemed like everything else fell away around me. I don’t know when it happened but suddenly a little voice chirped next to me. “That one's mine,” it called out. 

The sound of it scared me half to death but I tried not to jump. I quickly peered to my left at the little girl holding my hand and swaying while looking up at me with bright brown eyes. “What”, I asked confused. She repeated excitedly pointing the lollipop in her hand at a crayon drawing on the wall, “That one's mine. I just finished it yesterday.”. “Oh wow that really something” I responded back chilling at the initial shock of her arrival. “ Miss Martial says only the best get put on the wall and personally I agree that is one of my best.” She punctuated this comment with a proud head shake. Still holding my hand she dragged me from wall to wall showing me her and her classmates drawing offering kind comments and skating critiques. By the end of her tour I was in stitches. My laughter caught the attention of Terry and the Dean who it seemed had lost me. Embarrassed at the sight of a child out of class, the Dean quickly called for an orderly to take her back to her class. A large man came around the corner and roughly took her hand guiding her back down the hall. The sight of this and the look she shot me killed me. I had only known her for no more than 15 min but the thought of harm, pain, or even the slightest discomfort angered me to the point I was racing after the orderly. Terry, confused and embarrassed, raced after me. Swiftly I broke their connection and pushed the girl behind me. My action was so aggressive even the orderly took a second to react.The little girl held on to the back of my shirt with an iron grip.  The Dean who had quickly shuffled behind us attempted to say something but I quickly interrupted her. “What do we need to do to adopt her?” The dean, shocked , blurted “ with behavior like this it would be impossible , not to mention she is far older than you were looking for and…” She vomited her words but I didn't listen. Come hell of high water she was leaving with us. I leaned down and she wrapped her arms around me. Between tears she asked, “please don’t leave me here.”. Terry, who I had almost forgotten was here, stared at me with an expression between confusion and glee. I knew she was on my side. She crossed to the Dean and took her aside quietly praising her school and softening the situation. The dean slowly melted under her easy hand. With a nod we returned to her office. The little girl is still clutching to me. As we walked back I realized I forgot to ask something, “ whats your name” I asked softly”. “ Phoebe ,” she muttered. With that I made a vow. I didn't know anything about being a parent or a mother but I knew this, She would never be scared like this again. I was able to keep that promise for about two years. 

Phoebe had fit in well at her school. She was an impressively bright child with a bubbly disposition that anyone could love. Aside from the odd comment by a teacher or a cruel name by a student she excelled. That was until we came home to our cat impaled on our front door, with the words : “He died for your sins and you forsake him” sprawled in bloody red letters. That night Terry and I started looking for a way out of town. My inheritance of my fathers house and his antique shop had kept our family in town. I felt a sense of pride continuing to maintain these things that had been in my family for generations. That pride was gone now washed away by a sea of hate. Terry, a teacher, started applying to schools within the district but when this proved moot she looked farther. “ I think I have something she said shyly while we were packing up the kitchen”. “What were I asked excitedly”. Her look made me nervous but I continued to ask. “Florida, near my cousin”. Florida, out of all the places in the world, Florida. “ How the hell did you end up in Florida?” I asked with a mix of confusion and disbelief. “It doesn't matter, it's where they're hiring,” she said roughly. I shot her a smile then crossed the room to hold her in my arms. She frustratedly muttered into my chest “ we need a way out this is it.” I nodded and kissed her head. I had my doubts about moving to the south especially due to me and Terry's marriage but I needed to get my daughter out of this town. By the end of the month I was able to secure my own position in the district as an IT aid. With that we had a path and we left. Finding a home offered its own challenges. 

After outstaying our welcome at my cousin Chris’s house in Tampa we were able to find something. The Realtor was the definition of a Florida Nut. Long bleach blonde hair, dark mile long eyelashes, and orange sun dried skin. She was either 25 or 65. It was hard to tell. Florida was similarly difficult to identify. Especially in the area we were looking right on the edge of the everglades. Striking man made constructions abruptly ended to swaths of muddy grass land. It was along this line that we drove, our kooky agent yapping along the way from the back seat. “Oh this place is such a treat.” She called out in a thin southern accent. “You will just love it, large porch, open kitchen, and oh..” She passed for effect throwing up her hands in ”Canal access!” Terry gave me a side look while she responded with mock shock at these “amazing” qualities. The house was not anything to write home about. 3 beds 1 bath and wall paper and amenities from the sixties. Our interest was purely based on the price. A quick tour, a signing of paperwork, and a terrible mortgage plan later and we had a home. Despite my cynical nature I had to admit the Canal behind my house was beautiful. Especially when the sun set with the water looked like it was covered in sparkling stars. Slowly we settled in. 

We were able to get Phoebe enrolled at the school Terry taught at just in time to start the 8th grade. As the school year progressed we settled into a peaceful existence. We were renovating the room near the back of the house. It was arguably the smallest and least maintained of the house. The wall paper was curled and yellowed, and the floors splintered. But it sported a large window out to the canal and Phoebe, who had already built a deep bond with the ducks, begged to move in. Begrudgingly we started the process of ripping up floorboards and scraping off wall paper. Phoebe, attempting to be helpful, manned the crowbar pulling up nails. In one particularly wild pull the crowbar flew from her hands into the wall leafing a fist sized hole through the plaster. She turned to me slowly, her hands still raised as if the crowbar still resided in them. I simply shook my head and got up to check out the damage. She raced after me peering into the hole. “Jesus Phoebe” Terry muttered as she walked in to see what the crash was. Behind the wall I noticed how badly water logged the plaster really was. Begrudgingly I looked at Phoebe and remarked “ maybe its god you did this, I think the walls are going to have to be replaced. Phoebe excidly jumped up “ YEAH! We get to use sledge hammers!”. Despite my exhaustion I could’ndt stifle my laugh at my daughter doing cartwheels around a room because she gets to use a sledge hammer. Terry shot me a smile and shook her head. After noticing my tired eyes she turned to Phoebe and said, “ fine if you're so excited you get to start on it and let your mom take a rest.”. Phoebe quickly ran to the garage and begrudgingly I left her to her own devices. 

After about 30 mins I went back to check on her. The left wall had about a 6 x 6 hole with the weapon of its creation leaning up against it. But Phoebe was nowhere to be found. I called out for her several times and checked every room. But she was not here. Just as I started to panic I looked out the large window in the demolished room and saw her standing on the edge of the canal looking out. This wasn't an odd site she spent almost every day out there but her posture was too straight. I poked my head out the window and called out to her. She turned slowly as though it pained her to pull her eyes from the water. “Are you alright?” I asked nervously. She simply nodded her head and returned to the house. Once back to the room she quietly apologized and picked back up the sledge hammer continuing her work. I simply nodded and left her to her devices but her attitude confused me. I chalked it up to her realization work is not always fun, but deep down I was concerned. 

For the next week her attitude remained downtrodden. She also spent more and more time in the renovation room. Terry and I frequently checked on her and tried to address her attitude but she brushed it off claiming homework and school was draining her. For a while I believed this excuse. I remembered that age, I know what hormones can do let alone going through it in a completely new place. I gave her her space and tried to be compassionate as best I could. That was until a week ago. Terry was working late grading papers. I tried to use this as an opportunity to get Phoebe out of her funk but she brushed me off and turned in early claiming a test the next day. I stayed up watching TV alone internally wondering if Phoebe was being hurt by someone at school or if she hated this place. Exhausted by worry, I checked the clock, “1 am”. I shut off the tv. I walked by Phoebe's door debating, Finally I poked my head in just to check if she was okay. The room was decorated in a mix of pink and purple tie dye and lit by the soft light she had on her desk. It was homey and fun but its owner wasn't there. Her bed was made and untouched. I quickly opened the door fully running around the room to see if she was sleeping on the floor or in the closet. She wasn’t the room was completely empty. I quickly took out my phone dialing Terry's number while darting from room to room. A tired voice answered, “ whats up babe i’m almost done.”. “She's gone, she's gone. I do…” The only room I hadn't checked was the back room. I opened the door and to my relief and silent dread there she laid on the half installed floor. 

She had no blanket or pillow, only the hard floors to comfort her. It broke my heart to see her there and I quickly leaned down to wake her. “Phoebe, Phoebe, honey you need to wake up” Slowly she opened her eyes. Instead of the happy look she usually gave me she looked at me with frustration. Half awake she muttered “Mom, what do you want? It's late and I have things to do soon.”. “Phoebe you're on the floor you can't be here” I pleaded quietly.  She fell back asleep ignoring my words. Frustrated, I picked her up and took her back to her room tucking her in. 

Slowly I returned to the room. It was still torn to shreds even more so with the walls gutted. I showed my flashlight around. I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for but I passed it side to side along the boards. It was then that one caught my eye. One of the new boards was slightly raised. I leaned down and lifted it beneath was nothing but a yellow piece of paper folded neatly. I opened it gingerly, shining my light on its crumpled face. It was a letter. I recognized immediately the handwriting was not my daughters. The first line said smooth letters, "If you found this letter it succeeded and you are not far behind". This first line sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could continue something caught my eye. A slight movement outside the window. All I could see was the inky blackness of the canal. I scanned my eyes across it. If only for a second I thought I saw something. If you would have asked me before I would have told you it was a rock or a coconut, maybe even a turntable. But those who know about those things have large eyes. None of these things can pierce you with a look that freezes your sole. As soon as I saw it it was gone. All that was left was a ripple of the coal black water. I locked the door and installed a lock. No one's entered it since the incident. When I called back Terry I told her nothing of what I saw, I don't want to freak her out. For the last couple of weeks life returned to normal. That was until Phoebe's birthday and my wife came home with a brand new kayak my daughter had requested.    

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shows up to Starfall with a newborn and tells a pregnant unmarried woman (possibly his or his dead brother's ex lover) that he killed her brother. Ned's honor has taken him to places i wouldn’t go with a gun

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Make a picrew with this link (sorry you have to click on the link in the post) and make you before and after quarantine!

Here mine!

The pink hair is before, and the brown hair is after

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Quarantine gave me confidence and took away my shit bangs

Soo thank you quarantine

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thanks quarantine <3

tagging (no pressure) @st4rchasers @wh0reforthemarauders @lux-wolfstar @gryffindorsstuff @confusedmoony & anyone who wants to do it <3

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just cut my hair and got more piercings shfhvd also started working out for my depression :) and felt a bit more confident with who am I <333

tag(no pressure <3) @dielikesrain @accioremu @lux-wolfstar and whoever that wants to join :)

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Quar was a mess

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Open tag!! <3

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I might have changed a little bit...

I started a bullied little girl to a girl who just want everyone to fuck themselves i guess???

Tagging: @moonylupinhasdemonpox @shesaysbabeyoulooksocool @charliedaltonkinnie @neil-perry-is-alive @neilfuckingperrydeservedbetter @towriteabetterlife @realstephenmeeks100 @howthetables @knoxious-poet @johermione and everyone I might have forgotten

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I've only changed my hair to blonde and my style

Tagging:@ughgclden @neilsemeraldsweater @lovingonsaturn @gerardpittsie @disagreeingpoets @dead-swiftie-society @deadpcet @dickcameron007 @all-by-a-dead-poet @anderperrytheplatypus @propaganda-for-poets @totallynotmrkeating

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i really haven't changed much,,

tagging - @kitesturtleneck + anyone else who'd like to!!

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this was rlly fun :)

any1 who wants to do this feel free!!! (i don’t have anyone specific to tag)

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Most realistic avatar I’ve ever made 😊

Update 2023 Worst year of my life

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2024

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LUSH Series - Gouache by Madeleine Bellwoar

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This Means War

This is a William Ransom fan fiction work created on Wattpad by me.

Her name was Catherina. Princess of England, daughter of King George.

She was missing.

The posters were up everywhere in England and the 13 colonies. Even in North Carolina, where she was. She was hiding in the woods by a ridge. Frasier's Ridge. The house was beautiful, but she couldn't get close. She stayed in a tree.

Until the fateful night, she saw soldiers. If she were to be caught, they would send her back home, and who knew what was waiting for her there. Cece knew the man who had kidnapped her was dead. Long gone, in fact. Stephen Bonnet had been murdered. She had been glad when she found out.

She laid down on the branch she was on, carefully and quiet. If only the guards hadn't heard the snap. Her eyes widened.

"Who's there!" A not to familiar voice calls. The Frasier's were demanded to investigate. The man, with long red hair, finds her. She begs him to stay quiet with her eyes.

"There is no one here! Just a birds nest." He says the the soldier. "Get down then, Mr. Frasier!" The soldier sighs. "Lord John Grey will visit you in the morrow." The soldier walks off.

"Lass, what are yeh doin' in the tree?" The man asks her finally. "I was trying to nap as I've only stayed in this tree and done no harm." Cece replies. "Got a name, lass?" He asks her. "Uhm..." She couldn't use her real name... could she? No, everyone would know she was Catherina. "Cercei." She responds.

"Come along. Let's get you to the ridge before the soldier comes back." Once bathed and feeling much better, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser fed her, making her feel much better. "I apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser. I didn't realize I was evading." Catherina apologized.

"Oh, it's quite alright, dear. My daughter saw you up there a few days ago. We were wondering why you were hiding." Mrs. Fraser says. "Come now. Let me lead you to your room where you may rest for the night." For the first time in months, Catherina slept well.

Many months later:

"Mistress Fraser -" "Yes, Cece! You can come with! We're sending Briana and Roger off. They are moving!" Claire invites her along. Holding Mandy and helping Jimmy, Cece went along with Bree to grab some items the children and her might need.

"Lord John!" Bree almost bumps into the man. Cece stops and freezes seeing the young British soldier. "Madam." He nods to her. Her breathing almost stops altogether, and she almost faints.

"Cersei!" Jimmy taps her arm. "Are you alright?!" The young boy asks. "Ah yes, Jim. I'm quite fine. Just had a bit of spell." She says softly. The soldier offers her his hand. "I can help you and the children back if you and the other Mistress don't mind."

Shruging his hand off and acting a bit hostile. The words she uttered next made the young soldiers rethink his action as if he had horrified the young woman. "I am fine. Perhaps, if you stayed away-" "Cersei!" Bree shrieked. "We don't speak to soldiers like that!"

"Red Coat!" Cersei hisses. "Rebel!" The soldier hisses under his breath. "She's not too keen on soldiers, I apologize. She claims she was kidnapped from England." The soldier realized who she was. "I understand. No ill intent. I insist on helping though, Miss-" "Cersei." She says softly.

"I do not need your assistance." She bows and hurries off with the children. "Father, how long has it been since the Princess has been missing?" William finally asks before he could be introduced to Bree. "Almost a year now. You don't seriously think that girl could be Catherina, do you?" Lord John Grey asks.

"I'm afraid you're right. See how defensive she got -" "She could be a rebel, Willie." Lord John Grey interupts. "I believe the Princess is long gone, my boy. She'll never be found." Lord John Grey shakes his head. "Some of us still have hope." William disagrees. He introduces himself to Bree and then walks off.

He sees Cersei again. She seemed in a better mood now. She noticed him again and he saw the guilt in her eyes. She approaches him.

"Good morrow." She chimes. "Good morrow." He bids. "I'd like to apologize about my terrible behavior earlier." She stops walking. Seeing as they are in the middle of a road, he gently moves her out of the way of a carriage.

She thanks him, softly. "All has been forgiven, Miss Cersei." He says, holding her arm steady as she slips in the mud. "I didn't quite catch your name, soldier." She says.

"Leftenant (Lieutenant) Lord Ellesmere William Ransom." He introduced himself. "Lady Cersei of York." She lies. He nods and bows. She gulps, taking a long breath. "Care to accompany me?" She asks.

He nods in agreement, and the two walk around the town. They talk for a decent while until dusk. "I'm afraid I must go, Mistress Cersei. It was quite an honor meeting you." He bows. She smiles.

"Rise soldier. I am no queen." She jokes. He smiles. "Until we meet again." He nods. "Until then, Leftenant." The two part ways. "What was that about?" Bree asks as Cece makes her return.

"Oh, nothing. Had to... Apologize to Lord Ellesmere." Cece smiles. "Did you get too overwhelmed?" Claire asks her. "Well... I believe so. Mistress, he seems.... indifferent." Cece says.

"Oh Pa, should we tell her!" Bree exclaims. "Don't trouble yerself lass. We may 'as well tell 'er." Jamie sighs. "Is it about Lord Ellesmere?" Cece asks. "Yes." Claire sighs. "As you know, I disappeared for almost twenty years. Jamie was serving out his parole in Helwater. A young woman by the name of Geneva Dunsany was infatuated with him. She was to wed the Eighth Earl of Ellesmere, Ludovic Ransom, who could not have children." Claire says.

Cece's jaw dropped.

"Don't say anymore. I think I understand. Cockoldry, correct. He's illegitimate. The illegal son of Mister Fraser and Lady Dunsany?" Cece says. "Yes." Jamie says. Cece thought about it.

As a princess, such a crime could have the man hanged for allowing it, however... No one knew she was the princess. "Your secret shall be safe with me." She nods. She thought back to the Lord of Ellesmere.

He did resemble Jamie very little. He even had the highlander fire in his eyes.

The battle of Saratoga:

Hiding in the trees, Cersei aimed her bow straight and true, waiting for the first brit to fire.

She was committing high treason for the Frasers, and she was damn sure going to keep them safe. The British stood in a line, straight and true.

The slight talking of two soldiers made her look over. She was gonna shoot one. She smirked and took her aim.

One of the Colonials fired. "You dumb shit!" Cece cursed.

She shot the other one, but he moved just as she fired. It took his hat clean off, and she gasped, "Lord Ellesmere!"

It seemed like he heard her cry as his gaze swept the area. His eyes seemingly landed on hers. Her look of shock and his of anger. He was speaking, but the rush of her heart was strong in her ears.

He drew his sword and charged with his men. His screams on the field made her feel guilty. She accidentally shot one of her own, making the brits yell, "Sniper!"

She rained down her army of arrows until she was out. Jamie saw this, and so did William. He fought with his highlander spirit, she could tell.

Jamie was suddenly knocked out, and the battle subsided. Most of the colonials were dead, many brits as well. She gulped, and she watched as all of them as they searched and searched for her.

She prayed that they wouldn't find her, but they did. "Look 'ey here. I say we use her -" "We bring her back as prisoner. You know the rules." William retorts.

"Come on down, Mistress. We won't hurt you." William tries to coax her. "Go away! I'm hunting!" She lies. "Hunting what? The Royal Army?!" One of the soldiers yelled.

"Please, Lady York! It's dangerous!" William sighs. All the soldiers gasped. "No one touch me except for Leftenant Ellesmere, then!" She promises. "Yes, Mistress." They abliged.

She slowly climbs down, sliding on the last moment and landing almost on her behind if Jamie hadn't caught her.

"Be a shame if the lass fell. Right lads?" He asks. He takes off running, most of the army after him, leaving William and Catherina alone. "Lady York, I apologize, but if you don't run now, you'll be hanged for treason." He says. "I know, Leftenant." She sighs. "My condolences. At least I shot your hat off." She jokes.

"I knew it." He chuckles. "I'll be in the trees, keeping you safe when I run." She smiles. "Go, now!" He gently nudges her. "See you again? On the battlefield?" She laughs, running.

"I hope not, Lady York." He calls after her, watching her run. He runs in the opposite direction, chashing after his father.

Jamie survived, and so did Catherina.

The battle of Saratoga 2:

The early morning signals the cries of war.

Saratoga. Another time.

Catherina shared the strategy. "They will be looking in the trees. They caught me there last time. If I make it past the fence and be on their side, they will assume I am with them." She chuckles. They nod.

"Be careful." Jamie warned. She nods. She runs across and finds a tree. Climbing it, she nestled herself into the hollow part where it almost split off.

The drums start, and the battle slowly commences. Waiting until the right time, she notices them trying to shoot and kill General Fraser. Her aim would be true until she notices. "Not again!" She groans. She shoots Lord Ellesmere this time.

In the hand. His shriek made the Brits panic. It wasn't deep, and he released who it was.

"Damn woman." He mumbles under his breath. He fights, pulling the arrow out. Suddenly, they come face to face with each other.

"Cersei!" He grabs her, pulling her out of the way of another soldier. "Kill me." She begs. "I'd rather you than anyone else." William gulps at those words.

Taking a deep breath, he choked her gently, causing her to pass out. He fights until most men are dead. They retreat, and he looks over at Cersei.

"Aye Leftenant Ellesmere killed the sniper!" The men cheer. William sighed and pretended to be happy until one of his men got shot with her arrow.

He turned swift as did the others. "Heed my warning!" He stares at her in shock at her words. "She's just begging to be killed, isn't she!" General Fraser sighs, but then he collapses.

"General!" William rushes to him immediately. Everyone turns to them.

He sighs, "Damn woman!" William curses, again. Everyone agrees with him. They trugg on, eventually forgetting about her, hoping to save General Fraser in time.

Unfortunately, they didn't. General Fraser died not much after they got back to camp. William grieved him.

Camp:

Leftenant Lord Ellesmere was enjoying being out of battle. He really dreaded it. Until a curly haired woman angrily grabbed him. He stared in shock. Mistress Fraser.

".... basic necessities of care for your prisoners. Sir, are you hearing me?" When she noticed his strange face.

"I-" He stutters. He chuckles. "I beg your pardon, Madam. I do believe I know you?" He questions it. "Your Mistress Fraser, are you not?" He smiles. Her eyes sparkled with recognition.

"I am." "I am Leftenant Lord Ellesmere, William Ransom." He bows. "I visited your home on Fraser's Ridge when I was still a boy." He stopped a moment and noticed a certain look in her eyes. "You saved my father's life." The realization sets in for him at that moment, too. Claire Fraser was a rebel.

"William." She smiles. "You're a rebel?" He asks as he turns back to face her, realizing where she had been. She nods, "Yes."

She feels a bit disappointed. After this exchange, with some bandages and food brought to the prisoners, William was left with his head reeling.

He went to his tent to grab something, and he walked in and saw her.

Immediately, he closed the flap, making sure no one saw her. "Cersei." He glares. "Leftenant-" He covers her mouth.

"Leftenant? Has anyone seen Lord Ellesmere?" He hears someone calling for him. She stares in horror. He silently tells her to be quiet. They sneek out the other side and run to the Forrest not that far at the edge of his camp.

Cersei giggles, "That was fun! Let's do it again!" "I'm afraid not. This is where I leave you." He sighs. "Leftenant!" She grabs his arm.

"Cersei, if you get caught here, you will be captured. I don't want another rebel I know in my prisoner quarters." He sighs. "Leftenant, I- William..." She sighs.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." She looks down. "You've never been fond of... what do you Yankees call us British.... Red Coats?" He teases. "Aye, we call them Red Coats. Because they have red coats stained with blood." She pretends.

He smiles. "You should go." He warnes her. "I wanna stay." She keeps her hand entangled in his. "Lady York-" He sighs.

"Lord Ellesmere-" "Run!" He pushes her gently. She stares in shock and suddenly runs off. "What was that about?" One of the other men asks him.

"Just a random girl asking about the war. Such a strange girl." He turns to his soldier. "Leftenant, Mistress Fraser got her items." He nods. "Thank you." William says.

The soldier walks off, and William sees Cersei farther ahead, in another clearing, picking some flowers. He smiled.

That poor innocent girl was gonna get herself killed. He walked back to camp. It was slowly getting later and then he saw her.

Dressed as an Native American. "Cece!" Claire pulls on her dress. "Not a worry, Claire. I can-" She turns and freezes. "Lord Ellesmere." She looks at her feet. "Cersei." He sighs.

Suddenly, a fire starts. He glares. "Take her. I saw nothing." He nods. Cersei helps Claire get to the exit, but not before she runs back to William, who had turned to walk away.

"Lord Ellesmere." He turns to face her. She kisses his cheek and runs off. How.... interesting. His gaze lingers on the exit after he watches her disappear. Interesting.

Many months later, after the war:

William walks inside. "Father-" He freezes seeing.... Mac. His head reeled. For a moment, hearing him speak. A voice so familiar.

"William James." His jaw dropped.

Lord John Grey turned to his son. "Willie-" "You will not call me such a name!" Everyone stared at him. "William-" "I know all I need to!" William goes to storm out. "William!" It was Cersei.

He huffs and walks away anyway. "William!" Catherina hurries after him. He doesn't stop. "William, please!" He turns.

"What do you want?!" He snaps. At this point, they were deep in the forest by Fraser Ridge. "Apologize!" She stops him by grabbing his arm. She had decided not to tie up her hair today. Worst mistake of her life.

"I will do no such thing." He pulls away from her. "William!" She yells at him.

"You can't command me! You are not the king of England!" He yells back. "You are so petulant!" She screamed. "At least I'm not a princess!" He growls. "At least I'm not a bastard!" She responds.

His hand connects with her cheek. She gasps, and he looks at her, horror in his eyes. "Catherina!" He grabs her arm as she goes to run off. "I didn't mean to harm you." He pleads with her.

He gently gets on his knees in front of her. "Get up!" She whispers. "Get up!" She changes her tone to a yell. He gets up swiftly.

"I could have you and your family hanged, but I won't. It's a privilege knowing a princess, isn't it." She growls.

"Such a high rank and yet as a bastard you feel you don't deserve it and -" "Hush." William whispers softly. "You think that one will know-" "SHUT IT!" William snaps.

"YOUR SUCH AN ADDLE PATE!" She screams. "You can be so awful and-"

He shuts her up by grabbing her arms and throwing her forward. Their lips connect, and she freezes up. He pulls away almost immediately, ashamed by his actions.

She stares at him in shock, eyes pooling with tears. "Catherina, I-" "Catherina is in England... Cersei is in North Carolina." She says softly as a tear slowly slides down her cheek.

She wipes it forcefully. "I deeply apologize, Lord Ellesmere. I shouldn't have called you a bastard and such other foul names."

She turns and runs to away from him. "Cersei!" He calls after her. He sighed and sat on a log. This princess was gonna be the death of him.

Part 2?? And for anyone wondering, an "Addle Pate" is a foolish or dumb witted person