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hi idk if your still doing requests but can I request ( this is super angsty btw!) a Clarisse fanfic where the reader is the daughter of Poseidon and there like absolutely in love with eachother like soulmates but then the reader dies during the war and clarisse can’t handle it and dies too like Romeo and Juliet

Hi! Thank you so much for your request!! Hopefully you like it :)) My requests are also still open for every fandom I write for!

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Clarisse loved you and you loved her, it had always been as simple as that. It was a known fact around camp, that the only person that could calm Clarisse down or make her smile brighter than the sun was you, the daughter of Poseidon.

Being demigods was a challenge in itself, but when the war started it became even trickier, filled with losses. By the second week of the war there were more flowers surrounding camp half-blood then students in it, to honor the lost ones. Because even if they were forgettable in the eyes of the Gods, they weren’t in the eyes of their fellow half-bloods. 

It had been tough for Clarisse and you, juggling the war, your friends, your siblings and yourselves but you had gotten through it. Clarisse had been your rock during everything, and you couldn’t imagine a world without her, it would be like everything was wrong. 

“We need to be careful,” Clarisse whispers in the early sunshine of the morning, running her fingers along your skin.

“We will, it will all be alright Clar,” you tell her, hoping to reassure the Ares girl, she had lost one of her half-siblings the day before and it had taken a toll on her. 

“Let’s hope our fathers will protect us,” she whispers, like a child scared of saying something, as if saying it out loud would jinx it. 

“They will, just like the Gods will try to help us if they can,” you whisper back, even if deep down you know that it isn’t true, that the Gods will turn a blind eye on everything that happened and on every child that lost their lives in their feud.

You don’t know how long the both of you stay there, lying in each other’s arms and whispering sweet nothings but you enjoy it, basking in the love that surrounds you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but we need to go,” you suddenly hear Percy say, and you turn around to find your little brother looking at you with a sad smile. He looked so much older already then when you first met him two years ago, a part of you feels sad that he already had to go through so much at a young age. But he had his mother, Sally Jackson, who had seen you as her daughter from the moment she met you. 

“We’ll be there in five minutes,” Clarisse tells him, and he nods in agreement before softly closing the door and letting you change.

You do your usual routine, helping each other getting ready while exchanging kisses through it all and before you know it you need to leave to help the others.

The battlefield is a mess, people screaming left and right, monsters running after children who are far too young to be here. You don’t have time to take out your sword before Clarisse kisses you softly on the mouth.

“I’ll see you later?”, she whispers, and you nod in agreement, a loving smile on your lips.

“See you later,” you tell her before kissing her back and whispering a soft I love you. 

You see Percy in the distance but before you are able to go towards him a minotaur steps into your vision and you get ready to kill some more monsters, hoping desperately that these will be your last ones. It’s a long time before you get a minute to breathe, trying to ignore the ringing in your ears and looking around for someone you know. 

Percy looks tired, and there is a panicked look as he helps Annabeth to a safe place, the girl seemed to have gotten her leg cut. You start walking away, hoping that maybe Clarisse could be somewhere close but before you can turn around you see a Chimera starting to walk towards the pair, who still looked too busy with each other to notice anything else. 

You don’t think about it, you just start to run towards them, hoping desperately that you will get there in time and just as the Chimera gets ready to open her mouth to breath out fire you slice your sword into her leg, getting her attention towards you.

It wails in pain before turning her eyes towards you with a sick determination, you try to get your breathing right, but you hear Percy scream your name.

“Get Annabeth to safety, I’ll be alright!”, you tell him, and the boy looks unsure for a moment before giving into your pleading eyes and helping Annabeth to get to the other side of the road.

The Chimera doesn’t give you any time to think your decision through before it charges towards you. You manage to escape it a few times, burning a car or two and bruising your skin as you roll away from her attacks. But as you try to get another hit at her she hits you with her paw, making you land ten feet away, your back hitting an abandoned car. 

You try to breathe again, your back hurting from the hit but just as you try to reach for your sword a couple of feet away the Chimera is already in front of you. You try to move away, willing your body to move but you can’t move anymore and the only thing you can do is pray to your father. 

But even as fire hydrants explode around you, trying to scare off the creature, her paw lifts up and slashes right through your stomach making you scream in pain for the first time in your life. You wonder for a moment if this is it, before the Chimera disappears in front of your eyes, a heaving Percy looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Percy,” you whisper and your brother rushes to your side, blue eyes flickering between your wound and your face.

“We need to find you water, we need to heal you,” he whispers as he starts looking around the streets like a madman and as he tries to get up to go and find some sort of water you take his hand to stop him.

“It won’t help,” you tell him, but Percy shakes his head, always the hero, trying to work things out.

“We can find something, alright, we need to!”, he says, his voice wavering over the words and his blue eyes gets darker with the tears that are welling up.

“Percy, it’s okay,” you tell him, just like when he used to apologize for climbing into your bed after a nightmare. A tear rolls down his cheek and you take his hand in yours, only managing it after the second try.

“What about Clarisse? What about everything we had planned this summer?”, Percy says, and you feel pained at the sight of his tears, his pain. He had been through too much and you never wanted to be another pain that he had to bear, another loss.

“I’ll be there, somehow, with you. You won’t get rid of me that easily,” you tell him, and a sob leaves his lips, breaking your heart.

“How?”, he whispers as he holds onto your hand for dear life.

“Through the rain pouring down on New York, through the countless rivers and oceans surrounding you, through the blue food that you will see. I’m not leaving you Percy, I’ll always be there somewhere, cheering you on,” tears are streaming down your face, but you still try to reassure your brother.

“I love you,” he says and your heart breaks as you realize that this really is the last time you will hear that from him.

“I love you too little brother,” you tell him with a soft smile, squeezing his hand three time.

Before you can say anything else you hear your name being screamed, Clarisse. 

“What happened?”, she asks as she arrives, her hair all over the place after having fought some monsters.

“A Chimera,” Percy says, and she looks determined, but her hands are shaking, telling you that she is scared.

“Well, we can find some water, right? Fix you up,” she says, looking all over the place as if she is hoping that an ocean of water will appear, but you shake your head slowly.

“It’s too late,” you whisper and for a moment she says nothing, simply looking into your eyes.

“No, no, no, no, you promised me you would be alright, that you would be safe,” she says, her voice filled with desperation as she looks over you and you smile sadly.

“I’m sorry, I tried to beat it, but I couldn’t,” you whisper, and she shakes her head again, tears forming into her brown eyes.

“Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault,” she says, and you smile softly before taking her hand into your other one.

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell her, but she shakes her head, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“It won’t, I can’t live without you,” she whispers, and you feel tears falling down your cheeks at her words.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, and she closes her eyes, looking pained at the words.

“I love you too princess, never forget that” she tells you and you smile at the words.

“Never, I’ll always remember,” you whisper, and she nods quickly.

“Good, now focus on Percy and I,” you nearly tell her that she has never called your brother Percy but you don’t, you can’t as you start seeing dark spots before your eyes.

“I think it’s time,” you tell them, and you just feel them squeeze your hand, Percy mumbling words you can’t hear but a kiss on your forehead makes you smile, you always used to do it to him.

“Clarisse?”, you whisper, and the girl kisses your forehead too, staining your forehead with her tears. 

“I’m right here princess,” you hear her say, her voice breaking over the words.

“I’m scared,” you whisper, and you hear a sob leaving Percy’s mouth, and a couple of tears fall down your forehead.

“It will all be alright, I’ll be right by your side,” she tells you and you let out a sigh at her words.

You want to say something else, but the darkness takes over, taking you with her as you hear comforting words being whispered, hands holding yours. 

--

Clarisse can’t stop crying as she feels her girlfriend’s pulse die down against her hand, the hand that was holding on to her so tightly is now laying limp into hers. Percy is sobbing into his hands, cursing his father through the sobs and Clarisse wants to do the same but the only thing she can do is sob louder.

She didn’t know how she was going to survive without you, she just couldn’t imagine a life without you. You had been her everything for the past five years and all of the sudden she was supposed to live without you, she couldn’t. Deep down she knew that she would never be able to live a life without you.

As more tears roll down her cheeks, she remembers the small drink that had been given to them before the war, making sure that if someone was to be captured, they could drink it and die to avoid getting tortured.

She takes it, her hands shaking as she opens it and for a moment, she sees Percy looking at her, a moment of realization at the sight of the bottle.

“Clarisse,” he whispers, he looks unsure, sad even as he understands what she wants to do but she shakes her head. 

“I can’t live without her; it wouldn’t be living. You know what I mean,” she says, and he nods slowly, she knows he understands what she means, he would do the same thing if he lost Annabeth. 

“Take care of her?”, he whispers, a stray tear falling down his cheek and she nods.

“I will,” she whispers before bringing the bottle to her lips and drinks it in one go.

She looks at you as the liquid goes down her throat and for a moment, she thinks that it won’t work and that she will have to live without you, but her eyes start to flutter shut and. Before she knows it, she is falling against you, her head on your stomach as her last breath leaves her lips. 

Rain starts pouring down on him and he knows it’s his father, trying to console him and the sadness that comes with losing a child. He stays there until Annabeth forces him to leave, trying to hold back her own tears as she watches the couple lying against each other. The monsters are gone in an instance, as if seeing two girls giving up their lives for each other was enough for the Gods to decide the war could finally be over.

He never forgets his sister, seeing her in the waterlilies blooming along the water on her birthdays, in the playlist she always used to blast in the Poseidon Cabin, in his father’s eyes. But the moment he sees her, and Clarisse again is at the last scene of Romeo and Juliet at the theater, seeing Romeo sacrifice himself to be with Juliet. The two of you flashes before his eyes as Annabeth holds his hand with a tight grip even as everyone leaves the theater, and they stay watching the closed curtain. As if it was symbolizing the end of your life too.

[cainsssreign]

THE ONLY ONE I FANTASZE ✓ clarisse la rue

context. clarisse wakes you up early for a (restricted) morning boat ride. her sappy roots revealing themselves as she spoils you with her never ending affection.

contents. aphrodite!fem reader, r and c are 18, swearing, awkward clarisse, sappy lesbians, some mature content

track. candy — mk.gee

you were fast asleep on your bed, covered with fluffy comforters, when you felt someone shaking you gently awake.

"psst, wake up." a low voice whispered into your ear. a woody, musk scent flooded your senses and knew then who was hovering before you.

you slowly opened your eyes, looking up to see clarisse staring down at you with her soft brown eyes. the peak of the sunrise barely cutting through the cabin's window to illuminate half her face with a golden glow.

your girlfriend stared down at you with a soft smile, her curls freshly done with product, the scent of coconut familiarizing in your nostrils. your eyes take a few seconds to adjust before realizing she's in the aphrodite cabin. widening your eyes, you try to shoo her out quietly with a gesture of your arms, pushing air toward the door.

"hey hey, stop that." clarisse chuckled softly, swatting away your hand. "no need to get all worried. the coast is clear."

she was right. everyone else was still asleep.

except the birds that began chirping and hooting outside on the tall trees.

you let out a sigh, still half asleep as you sat up in your bed. "what are you doing here?" you asked, yawning softly and running a hand through your messed up hair.

"couldn't sleep," clarisse shrugged, but her lingering gaze and the way she fidgeted with the hem of her camp shirt gave her away. she leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "and…i missed you. wanna go watch the sunrise by the lake? just us?" her fingers tapped nervously against your mattress—so un-clarisse-like it was almost cute.

you stared up at her for a few seconds, not being able to help but feel the ache in your cheeks as you smiled at her bashfully.

"let me just freshen up baby," you whispered before looking around at the other sleeping campers, "also up for a morning swim?"

clarisse's eyes lit up at the mention of a morning swim, and a small, rare smile graced her lips. she nodded eagerly, her usual bravado momentarily replaced by excitement.

"hell yeah," she whispered back, her voice still low enough not to wake anyone else up. "just make it quick. i'll wait for you outside."

before she left, you nudged your head out how you always do before the two of you part ways, expecting your forehead kiss as you closed your eyes. a once practiced action. now a routine.

clarisse couldn't resist the familiar nudge of your head, an affectionate gesture that had become a comforting routine between you two. her gaze softened even more, and she gently leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"i'll be waiting, okay?" she whispered softly, her breath cool against your skin before turning around and quietly slipping out of the cabin.

quielty shutting the cabin door behind yourself, you looked around the foliage to try and spot a waiting clarisse. except there was no sign, taking it was hard with the minimal sunlight offered by the gods. before feeling strong arms wrap around from behind you, startling you for a moment.

"boo," clarisse murmured playfully right by your ear, her arms tightening around you as she pressed her chin against your shoulder. her curls tickled your cheek as she chuckled lowly—her version of an apology for scaring you. "you're cute when you jump." she loosened her grip just enough to spin you around to face her, eyes glinting with mischief and something far softer. "now, about that swim…"

"you're such a smartass," you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face betrayed you. secretly, you loved it when clarisse messed with you like this—it was one of the many reasons you fell for her.

"did you even bring a change of clothes?" you asked, raising one eyebrow as you looked at her attire. she was just in her camp shirt and shorts.

"of course i did," clarisse scoffed playfully, feigning offense at your doubt. "i'm not that unprepared." she reached into a little bag she had with her, fishing out a neatly folded pile of clothes. "see? i come prepared, princess." she teased, using the nickname she knew you secretly adored, despite your eye-rolling.

"totally…" you tease with a suspicious look in your eyes as you tilted your head, handing clarisse your bag of extra clothes and towels, a habit now after all the times clarisse has offered to hold everything in your grasp.

starting to head off towards the docks, you ask, "are you going to be in charge of sailing today, captain la rue?"

she scoffed, adjusting the strap of your bag on her shoulder with exaggerated swagger. "of course i am," clarisse smirked, bumping her hip against yours as she strode ahead—her confidence unwavering even as her ears turned pink at the nickname. "unless you’re volunteering to get us lost again, princess?" she threw you a glance over her shoulder, grin widening when she caught your faux-offended gasp.

her fingers twitched toward yours as she slowed her steps just enough to walk beside you, the teasing lilt in her voice softening. "…but i’ll let you steer if you promise not to cry when i correct you." a lie—she’d let you crash the whole damn boat if it made you laugh like that again.

"if you trust me this once," you begin, as you two come to a halt in front of the boat, "i may reward you with a surprise."

clarisse raised an eyebrow, her interest clearly piqued by the prospect of a surprise. "a surprise, huh?" she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the boat with a cocky smirk on her face. "and just what kind of surprise are you talking about here?"

she couldn't help the twinge of anticipation that fluttered in her chest. you knew just how to keep her on her toes, it was maddening. and she loved it.

clarisse stepped in the boat first, putting out her hands for youto grab as she guided you onto the boat. "i'll give you a hint," you both now being face to face in close proximity, "it involves me wearing less clothing than i am right now."

your words caught her off guard, momentarily stunned her cocky exterior slipping away. her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip, trying to regain her composure.

"you—" she cleared her throat, averting her eyes for a moment. "you're serious?"

clarisse wasn't used to being the flustered one. she usually was the one leaving you breathless and blushing. but this…this was a rare role reversal.

but she couldn't deny the way her heartbeat thumped in her chest at the thought of what you were suggesting. the mental image of you—beautiful, confident you—revealing more skin for her eyes only sent a shiver down her spine.

her fingers drummed against the side of the boat, a habit she did when she was trying to process her racing thoughts. her gaze shifted back to you, a mix of desire, curiosity, and just a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

you didn't respond. you just held her face in your hands with a soft, gentle smile, rubbing her cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. "come on captain la rue, this boat isn't gonna sail itself."

her breath hitched at the sudden tenderness of your touch, her usual bravado melting under your fingertips. she exhaled shakily, leaning into your hands like a touch-starved puppy—eyes fluttering shut for just a second before snapping back open with a weak attempt at her usual smirk.

"…right. boat. sailing. got it," she muttered, voice rougher than usual as she straightened up, gripping the metal steering wheel with more force than necessary. the tips of her ears burned crimson. "less clothing later," she added under her breath, half-growl, half-plea—as if reminding herself to focus.

the boat rocked slightly as the boat glided against the water, her movements unusually stiff. she kept stealing glances at you between turning the wheel, like she couldn’t quite believe you were real—or that she’d get to see more of you soon.

(internally, clarisse was screaming.)

the silence stretched for a beat too long as the boat glided across the water, the morning mist curling around you both. clarisse's grip on the wheel loosened slightly, her gaze dropping to where your fingers had been moments ago—still tingling from your touch.

"…you're gonna be the death of me," she finally grumbled, but there was no bite to it. just a quiet, awed sort of resignation. the sunrise painted her face in golds and pinks, softening all her sharp edges as she looked at you—really looked at you—like you’d hung the stars themselves.

her voice dropped to a whisper, rough with affection, "and i'd let you."

(then, because she couldn’t help herself) "…now stop smiling like that or i’m tossing you overboard."

(the lie was embarrassingly obvious. she’d never.)

a small chuckle left your lips as you looked at clarisse with a soft, gentle look. the boat rocked softly as it came to a halt, dancing gently on the water.

clarisse's eyes connecting with yours, standing up from your spot of the boat and unzipping your jacket and pealing off your jean shorts to reveal your white swim suit.

"ill help you..." you stated before jumping off the boat with a small, excited yelp.

clarisse’s breath literally caught in her throat as you stripped down to your swimsuit—her entire brain short-circuiting for a solid three seconds. the splash of you jumping in snapped her back to reality, and she scrambled to her feet so fast the boat wobbled violently.

"you—" her voice cracked. she swallowed hard, fingers gripping the edge of the boat's railing as she stared down at you treading water, sunlight glinting off the droplets on your skin.

a beat. then, with a growly sigh.

"…fuck it."

she yanked off her own shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it onto the boat before diving in after you—arms outstretched, already grinning like an idiot. the water was cold, but she barely noticed. not when you were right there, laughing, alive, hers—

her fingers brushed your waist underwater, pulling you closer as she surfaced, hair plastered to her face.

"told you i’d correct you," she mumbled against your lips, breathless, before kissing you soundly.

(the boat, forgotten, drifted lazily away. neither of you cared.)

you wrapped your arms around clarisse's neck and legs around her waist as she held the both of you afloat in the water with no struggle at all. kissing her tenderly, as the sounds of the water soothed your senses.

her arms were strong around you, holding you up like you weighed nothing. she deepened the kiss with a shaky exhale, every part of her body pressing against yours like she couldn't get close enough. one hand slid around the back of your head, holding you steady as her fingers tangled into your wet hair—a silent promise to never let go.

her heart was racing, not just from the swimming. you had a way of setting her on fire.

"gods, i want you," she muttered against your lips, words slurred with desire. "i always want you."

"clar…" you mumbled against her lips, still not having the control to pull away from her lips.

she shivered at the sound of her name on your lips, holding you tighter against her with a possessive kind of need. one hand traced the curves of your body, like she was memorizing every dip and plane, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"again," she breathed, her voice ragged with want. "say it again."

the remark pulled you back to reality as you began to grow extremely hot in the cold water, pulling away from clarisse's lips with a smile. "we need to stop baby."

clarisse’s grip loosened reluctantly, her breath still uneven as she stared at you—lips swollen, eyes darkened with want. a frustrated groan escaped her throat, but she didn’t argue. instead, she pressed one last, lingering kiss to your forehead before reluctantly letting you go.

"fine," she grumbled, but the way her fingers lingered on your hip betrayed her. "but only because you asked nicely."

she swam backwards a little, putting some distance between you both—as if it would help cool the fire under her skin. (it didn’t.)

"…race you back to the boat?" she challenged suddenly, her grin returning—playful, familiar. a distraction for both of you.

(the boat, now halfway across the lake, was definitely forgotten.)

the competitive glint in clarisse's eyes was back—along with that familiar smirk—as she treaded water, waiting for your response.

"oh, now you want to play fair?" she teased, flicking water at you with a splash. "after distracting me like that?"

but before you could even respond, she was already kicking off, strong strokes cutting through the water as she called over her shoulder:

"last one there owes the other a real reward later!"

(her laughter echoed across the lake—bright, unguarded, and entirely yours.)

she was a damn good swimmer. years of training paid off, and she was pulling away from you quickly. her powerful arms sliced through the water like a professional, body lithe and lean despite her muscled physique.

"can't catch me, princess!" she called back, glancing over her shoulder with a cocky grin. "gotta try harder than that!"

she was only a few boat lengths away from the vessel now, already nearing victory. but she kept her pace—just waiting to see what you'd do.

all of a sudden a (your) bathing suit top landed in front of her with a splash, using this as your distraction to catch up to her.

clarisse's eyes immediately flicked to the fabric bobbing in the water, her brain taking a full five seconds before her words registered.

by then, you were already halfway to the boat, and her jaw was on the lake floor.

"you—you—" she spluttered, words failing her for the second time that morning. her eyes fixed greedily on your swimsuit top floating away, a strangled noise of protest escaping as she realized what you'd done.

"cheater," she accused weakly, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.

her thoughts were racing almost as fast as her heartbeat. how was she supposed to keep swimming with that vision stuck in her brain? her competitive spirit warred with her growing… other urges, her entire body torn between winning and giving in to the heat licking at her skin.

she swam after you with renewed vigor, eyes narrow and filled with a dangerous mix of determination and desire. oh, you thought you were being sly?

two could play at that game.

clarisse caught up to you in three powerful strokes, her arms wrapping around your waist from behind as she pulled you flush against her chest. "oh no you don’t," she growled into your ear, breath hot despite the cool water. her fingers skated up your sides, deliberately slow—punishment for your little stunt. "you don’t get to tease me and win."

she nipped at your shoulder, a silent i’ll get you back for this later, before releasing you with a shove toward the boat—just enough to give herself the lead again.

"now hurry up before i change my mind about letting you keep the rest of that swimsuit," she called over her shoulder, laughter laced with wicked promise.

(the boat was right there. neither of you were thinking about it anymore.)

as clarisse climbed onto the boat, you were still in the water looking for your top in the water before realizing that clarisse had it in her grasp.

"clar really?!"

clarisse dangled your swimsuit top from one finger like a trophy, grinning down at you with pure, unapologetic mischief. "oh, now who's the one begging?" she teased, leaning over the edge of the boat just enough to make your pulse jump.

she twirled the wet fabric around her finger, brown eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker—something that made your stomach flip. "maybe i should keep it," she mused, voice dropping to a low purr. "as insurance."

a pause. then, softer—just for you

"…or you could come up here and take it back yourself."

(her grin said she hoped you’d try.)

"clarisse my boobs are literally out!" you whisper yelled, covering your chest with your forearm. still floating in the water.

clarisse raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your distress almost as much as she was enjoying your view. "and whose fault is that, princess?" she taunted back, waving your swimsuit like a flag over her head.

her eyes dropped to where you were covering yourself, a sly smile playing on her lips. "no need for that," she commented, the word dripping with innuendo. "i've got a better view from here."

"you're impossible…" you remark, climbing up the boat with one arm still covering your chest.

clarisse watched with far too much amusement as you climbed back onto the boat, her smirk widening as you kept yourself stubbornly covered.

"oh, come on," she huffed, tossing your swimsuit top back to you with a dramatic eye roll—though her gaze lingered just a second too long before she looked away. "like i haven't seen it all before."

but her ears were red. very red.

she flopped back onto the boat’s bench, arms crossed, trying—and failing—to act like she wasn’t affected. "…you’re lucky i’m nice," she muttered under her breath, clearly still very distracted.

(she was not nice. and she definitely wasn’t unaffected.)

clarisse's poutiness would always get the best of you, finding yourself sighing with amusement. grabbing her hand and leading her into the captain's quarters, telling her softly to close the door behind her.

clarisse allowed herself to be ushered into the cabin, closing the door behind her with a curious eyebrow raised. she opened her mouth to make a snarky comment, but the words died on her tongue when she saw the look in your eyes. her expression softened, just a bit, as she leaned back against the shut door. "…what are we doing in here?"

her voice was cautious, but her eyes were burning. waiting. anticipating.

you tilted your head at her before taking the arm off that covered your chest and tossing the swimsuit top at her face, "happy now, captain?"

she caught your top with a strangled gasp, her fingers fisting into the fabric as her gaze followed the curves of your exposed body. her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard—it was like her brain had forgotten how to function.

then you spoke, and clarisse's brain short-circuited for the third time that morning.

"i…" she managed, voice hoarse, still holding your top. "…gods, i hate you. so damn much."

she was pretty sure you were trying to kill her. it was working.

her eyes kept roaming your body hungrily, like she was trying to commit every inch to memory. she wanted to reach out and touch you, to show you everything racing through her mind at that moment, but her body felt frozen in place. she couldn't look away, couldn't think about anything other than you, here—half-naked, so damn beautiful it was unfair.

"come here," she found herself whispering, fingers flexing around the fabric of your swimsuit. "please, sweetheart. i need you."

you stood before the bed and stood your ground, waiting for clarisse to come towards you instead.

clarisse practically almost fainted when she saw you standing there, defiant and gorgeous and driving her crazy from a few mere feet away. she had half a mind to keep you like that, to keep you waiting for her just to drive you half as insane as she felt right now.

but she wanted you too much for her own damn pride.

so she pushed off the wall with a strangled exhale, her steps quick and purposeful as she crossed the distance between you. she didn't stop until she was standing right in front of you, every inch of space between you buzzing with tension.

her fingers tangled into your damp hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as she loomed over you—breath ragged, eyes dark with something feral.

"so pretty," she murmured against your lips before claiming them in a kiss that burned hotter than the summer sun.

(and when she pressed you down onto the bed, neither of you were thinking about swimming anymore.)

𓂃

after the innuendo, clarisse and you both sailed back to the docks of the camp, where grover and percy happened to be dangling their feet above the water.

a wolf whistle leaving percy's lips as he nudged grover. the friendly tease making you blush, knowing that the boys knew you and clarisse had your share of fun.

clarisse whipped her head toward percy with a death glare that could’ve turned medusa to stone, her arm tightening around your waist possessively. "shut your mouth, jackson," she snarled, voice dripping with venom—though the way her fingers trembled against your hip betrayed her usual bravado.

grover let out a nervous bleat, visibly sweating under clarisse’s murderous gaze. percy, however, just grinned wider—clearly delighted by how easily he’d gotten under her skin.

"oh, please," he drawled, kicking his feet lazily in the water. "like we don’t all know exactly what you two were doing out there."

clarisse’s eye twitched.

"you’re dead," she hissed, already shifting like she was about to lunge—only stopping when you squeezed her hand, reminding her that, yes, you were still very much half-dressed under her hastily thrown-on shirt.

percy waggled his eyebrows. grover buried his face in his hands.

clarisse screamed internally.

"don't tell mr. d guys," you spoke as you held onto clarisse's arm, "please percy?"

percy raised his hands in mock surrender, still looking far too pleased with himself for clarisse’s liking. "my lips are sealed," he promised, though the way his eyes kept flickering between you and clarisse spoke his thoughts out loud for anyone willing to pay attention.

grover let out a quiet sigh, peeking out from behind his hands. "and mine," he piped up, which made percy snicker.

clarisse's grip on you tightened.

"thanks guys…" you exclaim with a grateful smile, pulling clarisse by her arm to head back to camp with a playful giggle.

clarisse let you drag her away, still glaring daggers at percy over her shoulder—though the second she looked back at you, her expression softened instantly. your giggle melted her anger like it was nothing, and she couldn’t help the tiny smirk that tugged at her lips.

"fine," she grumbled, leaning down to press a quick, possessive kiss to your temple as you walked. "but if jackson breathes a word of this to anyone, I’m feeding him to the hellhounds."

(she was joking. mostly.)

percy’s laughter echoed behind you both as you disappeared into the trees, hand in hand—clarisse’s fingers laced tight with yours, like she never wanted to let go.

the morning had been perfect.

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What Remains

Summary: As Aurora goes through physical therapy she meets Dr. Jules Millin. The two work around growing feelings and challenging career paths.

Jules Millin x Aurora DeLuca, Jules Millin x reader

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~~~~~

The youngest DeLuca sat at the edge of the therapy table. Grimacing as she stretched her leg out slowly. Her physical therapist, Michael, stood beside her, gently encouraging.

Across the room, Carina leaned against the wall, her eyes filled with concern and frustration.

“Now lift the leg. Just a little higher. Hold for five seconds. You’ve got this.”

Aurora grunted but managed to lift her leg, her muscles screaming in protest. “Why does five seconds feel like five years?” she said through clenched teeth.

“Because you’re stubborn, and you’re trying to rush healing,” Carina quipped from her corner. She smirked but didn’t move closer. Her arms stayed crossed, a shield of sorts.

“Thanks for the support,” Aurora shot back dryly lowering her leg with a groan. “Really motivational.”

“Let’s take a breather, and we’ll try standing exercises next.” The physical therapist looks between the two sisters.

Michael steps out for a moment, the room quiets. Aurora shoots her sister glance. “What’s with the attitude?”

“Oh I know you’re not talking about me.” Carina defends.

Aurora averts her eyes with a huff. Her posture always rigid.

Carina hasn’t seen her relax since she woke up from the collapse. She walks in front of her baby sister and holds out her hands.

“I won’t let you fall, Bambina.” Carina holds under Aurora’s elbow.

Aurora lowers her leg, pain flashes across her face before she could stop it. Carina can feel every tremble. Every cry threatening to escape.

5 seconds. 4. 3. 2. 1-

Aurora hisses her hand shoots out for the parallel bars. Carina catches her.

Aurora looks up at Carina, takes her sister’s hand in hers and peels it off her.

“Feramare. (Stop)” Carina moves to support Aurora. Annoyed by her stubbornness.

The door opens again, though not Aurora’s doctor.

Jules slips inside, still in her scrubs, hair slightly messy. She looks like she’s been running on caffeine and adrenaline since sunrise. Her badge swings crookedly, her eyes go straight to Aurora and she gives Carina a short smile that barely hides her nerves.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Carina says irritatingly.

“I know,” Jules mutters, closing the door anyway. “I was on the floor doing post op. Saw your name on the board and I wanted to make sure you weren’t being ran over by other interns… you didn’t text- whatever, don’t make it a thing.” Jules gives a small smile to Aurora.

“I don’t text during PT… too busy getting murdered by my leg.”

Jules chuckles. And holds out a stuffed panda and waves his small hand.

Carina watches the two. Watches Aurora relax. Not all the way, but enough.

Jules steps closing, her voice softening in a way she doesn’t realize. “How’s PT going?”

Aurora grimaces, “it sucks.”

“That means it’s working.”

“You’re awfully annoying for someone who looks like they’ve haven’t slept since the Tudor era.”

“I’ve slept!” Jules says defensively. “… twenty minutes. Maybe 15.”

The corner of Aurora’s lips curve upwards.

“Trauma’s been slammed. I had to do an amputation.” The interns eyes light up despite the exhaustion. It’s raw and frantic excitement. “It was insane. Fast, bloody, so much coordination. I held traction... But,” she exhales hard, “I couldn’t control the bleeding.”

Aurora gives the bear back to Jules. She needs it more than her. “How much of your shift do you have left?” Aurora asks.

“12 hours.”

“You should be in an on-call room getting sleep! Rest! Food. Something. Not here.”

Jules blinks at her. “Are you seriously lecturing me right now?”

“Yes,” Aurora says without hesitation.

Jules smacks her palm lightly against her forehead. “You just almost face-planted trying to lift your leg. You literally had to take a breather because your hip threatened to mutiny.”

“It’s called physical therapy.”

“It’s called you being a hypocrite.” Jules folds her arms. “You’re telling me not to overwork myself while you’re sitting here pretending you’re fine.”

Aurora opens her mouth, then closes it again.

Carina’s eyebrow shoots so high it nearly detaches. She is thrilled.

“Oh, I like her,” Carina murmurs, not bothering to hide her grin this time.

Aurora shoots her a death glare. “Don’t start.”

Jules looks at her, something unspoken passing between them. Too intimate for two people who don’t know each other. Too intimate for two people who absolutely shouldn’t be standing this close.

The door swings open again. Michael returns with resistance bands.

“Oh,” he says, stopping short. “Uh… hi?”

Jules jumps. “I was leaving! I was just leaving.”

Aurora watches her go, unable to hide the small smile tugging at her mouth.

Carina catches it. And smirks. Hard.

“Shut up,” Aurora scoffs.

But Carina’s grin says she’ll store this information like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter.

“Is that the intern that-“ Michael starts.

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

Carina was still watching her like she’d discovered a new species, and Aurora refused to meet her eyes.

Aurora adjusted herself on the table, jaw tightening as Michael pretended not to notice the entire shift in the room.

“Can we just—” she waved vaguely. “Do the next thing.”

Michael nodded, professional as ever, and Carina stepped back, but not without one last look that said oh, this is absolutely a thing.

Aurora focused on the burn in her leg, on the count in her head. One. Two. Three.

Her grip slipped at four.

Her heart thudded faster than it should have for a standing exercise.

“Dammit,” she hissed, more annoyed than hurt.

It wasn’t Jules. It was the timing. The audacity.

The universe piling on when she was already benched, already slow, already watching everyone else move on without her.

That was all.

~~~~~

Halloween open house is controlled chaos. Webs, spiders and sugar everywhere.

Aurora comes in as the Pixar lamp her crutches decorated to be the frame. Moving carefully but not hiding.

“Any chance the intern distraction is the Pixar ball…” Vic grins like the Cheshire Cat.

Aurora looks unamused.

“Because you can jump her bones!”

Aurora raised one of her crutches ready to hit Vic.

The klaxon rings. The station shifts on instinct.

Aurora does too, half a second before she remembers.

No one moves towards her… they move past her.

Aurora readjusts her stance like she’s bracing for something invisible. Vic pats her on the shoulder and disappears into ladder.

Once the engine and ladder rolled out Aurora grabbed a box of decorations. She kept herself busy. Streamers. Tablecloths, Signs taped straight instead of crooked. She moved carefully but efficiently, settling into the rhythm of task after task. No one told her what to do. No one stopped her.

She didn’t notice a posh British man enter the bay. Not until she heard Andy’s voice.

“For the record I said yes because today is about the children and we’re terrible at this.”

“Speak for yourself!” Aurora’s voice carries across the bay. She didn’t look up from where she was smoothing down a banner, but there was a smile in it.

“All the drawing on the wall is worth something.” Carina teased.

“It’s just tape.”

“Angioletta. You should be proud. Just because you’re not out in the fire doesn’t mean your work isn’t important.”

~~~~~

The bay doors roll open ready to bring in the Halloween spirit.

Andy glanced over, taking in Aurora’a stillness. “Rori.”

“Yeah!” Aurora responds before she turns. “I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not fine,” Andy said. She stepped closer, gaze sharp. “I don’t care if you think you are. You’ve been in your head all day.”

It wasn’t an accusation. It landed anyway.

“You need to get out of this station before you hurt yourself or someone else.”

Aurora bristled. “I can manage myself.”

Andy shook her head, low exhale. “You think you can. That’s the problem.”

Aurora’s jaw tightened. “I don’t need babysitting.”

“Not babysitting,” Andy said. “Direction. You’ve been at this open house all day, rearranging tape, straightening tables, organizing streamers. Guess what? You’re in mope town, Rori. And the kids won’t care how straight the streamers are.”

Aurora froze, one hand on the banner, another clutching her crutch. Heat curled in her chest. “I’m not—”

“—I don’t care what you’re not,” Andy cut in, softer now but firm. “You’re going somewhere else.“

“I need something to do.”

“You have something to do. Heal your body. Do tha-

“I can heal just as well on desk than I can on a couc-

“Incorrect. At a desk you help others. At home you help you. And you really need to help you right now.”

She dropped the tape a little harder than necessary and yanked the box of decorations off the table. “Fine,” she muttered. But her steps toward the door were deliberate. Slow. Resistant. Not really cooperating.

“Fine. You can drop food off at the senior living center.” Andy gives in.

Aurora lights up like a Christmas tree.

Andy is packing food into trays.

“If I hear you doing anything but bring this there... You won’t be dealing with Ross, you’ll be dealing with me. Got it?”

“Lieutenant,” Aurora says cheekily.

“A lieutenant who’s going to suspend you if you get hurt again.”

Andy watches Aurora go, holding the tray in both hands and squeezing her crutches under her armpits.

“How did you get Angioletta to leave?” Carina appears behind Andy.

“You give her something to do.”

~~~~~

The senior living center glowed soft and welcoming, fake cobwebs taped to the glass doors. Aurora pulled into a visitor spot and rested her forehead against the steering wheel for a beat.

She slid out carefully, wedging her crutches under her arms and balancing the trays in front of her.

Inside, the lobby hummed, television murmuring, low laughter, the smell of coffee that had been reheated too many times.

A woman at the desk looked up. “Can I help you?”

Aurora smiled, easy and practiced. “Hi. Firefighter DeLuca. Station 19.” She nodded at the food. “We had a Halloween open house. Way too much food. Thought it might be better used here.”

The woman’s face softened immediately. “Well, you’re not wrong. Let me grab some plates.”

Word traveled fast.

By the time Aurora lowered herself into a chair in the common room, crutches leaned against the wall, people were already drifting over. Plates filled. Someone clapped when the cookies appeared.

A man across from her tipped his Vietnam cap back, eyes sharp despite the age lines. “What happened to the leg?”

“Collapse,” Aurora said simply. “Few months ago.”

He studied her a second longer. “They send you hear to be out of the way?”

“Body reacts when the sirens go off, and the leg…” Aurora makes a splat sound.

He huffed a laugh. “Yeah. That checks.”

Another vet joined in, Korea, Navy. He sat his cane down and pulled up his pant leg. A prosthetic. “At least you still got yours. One of them Koreans took it clean off.”

The Vietnam veteran shared stories. They didn’t press about her leg. They just… included her. Passed food. Made room.

One of them nodded at her crutches. “You’re still showin’ up.”

Aurora met his gaze. “Guess I don’t know how not to.”

That earned a murmur of approval.

They settled in as the TV flickered to life. The Shining queued up. Someone muttered about Nicholson being unhinged long before the snow. Aurora stretched her leg out carefully, the ache dull but constant, and let herself be there. Not needed. Just… present.

For a while, that was enough.

~~~~~

Jules unlocked the apartment door, exhaustion sitting heavy in her bones. Maxine shuffled in behind her, already tugging off her cardigan.

“You look like you need calories before words.”

Jules snorted weakly. “That obvious?”

“Very.”

“Sit,” she ordered, pressing leftovers into Jules’s hands.

Jules blinked at the food. “When did The Shining come with catering?

Max waved dismissively. “Some firefighter on crutches dropped it off earlier.”

Jules froze. “…What?”

“Firefighter. Young. Italian, I think.” Max shrugged. “Sweet girl. Sat with the vets. Didn’t rush anyone.”

Jules’s chest tightened.

“Firefighter,” she repeated softly.

“Yes.” Max squinted. “You missed her by maybe ten minutes.”

Jules sank into the chair, staring down at the plate. At the neatly folded foil. The care taken where no one would’ve blamed her for not bothering.

Of course. Of course fiery DeLuca donated food when she should be resting.

She took a bite, the food grounding her, warming something deeper than hunger.

Bone-tired, Jules felt it settle in her chest like a promise she hadn’t known she was waiting for.

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See You Again

Summary: As Aurora goes through physical therapy she meets Dr. Jules Millin. The two work around growing feelings and challenging career paths.

A/n: I couldn’t wait anymore 😅. So I did it myself…

Jules Millin x Aurora DeLuca, Jules Millin x reader

Warning: suggestive language, sex

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Aurora is not happy she has to be back on the crutch again. She hobbles into the beanry with a clear frown on her face.

“I thought you retired from the crutch.” Vic says popping a grape in her mouth.

“I fell…” Aurora grumbles.

“You fell? Are you okay? What happened?” Andy rushes around the beanry island and helps Aurora to the stool.

19 has always been supportive of Aurora and after the candy factory collapse Andy refused to let Aurora be on her own for long. She was the one who found baby DeLuca after all.

“An intern gently ran into me before PT and Dr. Chung said it’ll be better to rehabilitate starting slow.” Aurora steals a grape from Vic.

Vic slaps Aurora’s hand. “How does someone gently run into you hard enough to put you back on crutches?”

“She was… cute.” Aurora says without thinking.

The youngest firefighter freezes in realization.

Vic cackles. “Ohhh, so this wasn’t just any intern! She wasn’t gentle; she was distracting! That must’ve been some good ramming. Okay, Rori, I see you!””

“No! That’s not what I-. Why do you do that? I don’t do this to you and Theo!”

“No one’s judging you Rori.” Andy pats Aurora on the shoulder.

“That’s a lie.”

“What’s a lie?” Travis asks as he, Maya, Ben, Sullivan, and Theo enter.

“That Aurora doesn’t want to see the cute intern at Grey Sloan.”

“sei orribile (you’re horrible)” Aurora cradles her head in between her arms.

~~~~~

Aurora grits her teeth as she tried another step up on the low platform, her knuckles white as they gripped the parallel bars. Sweat clung to her temples, and the glare she aimed at Dr. Chung could’ve melted steel.

“Take it slow, Aurora,” Dr. Chung said, the calm in his voice only adding fuel to her frustration.

“I am taking it slow,” Aurora snapped, forcing her foot down onto the platform, then wobbling slightly as her injured leg protested. “I’ve been slow for months. I don’t want to slow down anymore. I want to help people.”

Dr. Chung raised an eyebrow but didn’t flinch. “If you push too hard, you’ll land yourself back here for another round of PT. Again.”

The word again cut through her like a knife. Aurora stepped back down, her jaw tight, her breathing harsh. “I’ve already set myself back. I don’t need the reminder,” she grumbles.

Dr. Chung leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her. “This isn’t square one. You’re better than you were after the collapse. This is just a small hurdle.”

She bit back a bitter laugh. “Sure doesn’t feel like it.”

From down the hallway, faint laughter and voices filtered in—a group of interns rushing past the glass windows. Aurora turned her head just enough to see them, catching a glimpse of a particular Snow White to anyone’s Prince Charming with a princess-y kind of name. For the first time that day, a faint smile flickered at the corners of her mouth before she forced it away.

“Focus, Aurora,” Dr. Chung said, stepping forward again. “You’re almost done. One more set.”

Her grip tightened on the bars as she stepped up onto the platform again. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, her arms trembling as she steadied herself.

“There,” Dr. Chung said when she finally stepped down. “See? You can do it. But I’m serious—don’t overdo it.”

“Noted,” she muttered, already grabbing her crutches.

As she moved toward the door, Dr. Chung called after her, “And tell that intern not to run into you again.”

Aurora rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk. “I’ll try.”

Aurora changed into sweats and her SFD t-shirt with a flannel wrapped around her. She walks towards the exits through the ER out of habit from working the aid car.

“Okay, can you just do it? I mean we are flying by the seat of our pants up there.”

Aurora stops at the familiarity of the voice, a smile reaching her lips. The intern that hasn’t left her mind since getting back on crutches.

“No, I don’t really want to lose my job today.” Link retaliates.

Aurora looks between the two further down the hallway, intrigued.

“It’s teaching!”

“Or harassment. And I don’t want to tempt fate.”

“Which one of us is getting actually harassed?”

“…Find an actual couple.”

Aurora finally had enough second hand embarrassment when Jules tried to ask Dr. Ndugu if he and Maggie could demonstrate sexual consent. The firefighter tries to stiffen her laugh at the intern’s reaction to getting rejected again.

“Someone called a firefighter for 2 minor burns?” Aurora teases.

Jules looks over at the Italian and her eyes light up.

“You’re Dr. DeLuca’s sister! You probably know about her study, right? Can you help me? And -uh - you probably have hot sex all the time?” Jules blushes.

Aurora’s eyebrows shot up, and a slow and amused smirk spreads across her face. “Hmm. You could always join me. But lead the way, bellissima.”

“I just need you to keep their attention long enough for me to find a couple to talk about this.”

~~~~~

“Look alive people!” Aurora makes her entrance onto the stage. “Yes, I am on crutches. No, it is not a sex injury, not this time at least.”

Aurora’s comment earns some chuckles as Jules tries to shrink and hide at the back.

“I’m firefighter DeLuca. I’ve had my fair share of delivering babies in the field. None more terrifying than a teenage girl in her middle school bathroom.” All eyes were on her. “Trust me that was a very awkward conversation to have with her mom… who was the principal of the school. But do you know what’s more awkward than that conversation? Not knowing when or how to have the sexual consent conversation when it matters.”

Teddy and Owen enter.

“Before I leave you to have that conversation with Dr.Altman and Dr. Hunt remember consent is like fire safety. You always ask before lighting the match. No one wants a fire where it doesn’t belong.”

The kids laugh, and Jules is both horrified and impressed.

“Do you always bring up fire in every conversation?” Jules asks.

“Someone’s gotta bring the heat,” Aurora smirks.

~~~~~

Aurora watches as Jules and the another intern takes center stage.

“Bailey, Jo.” Aurora greets.

“Why are you here?” Bailey looks around at the kids.

“19 wouldn’t let me help at the station so I decided to see what I can do he-“ Aurora is cut off by one of the kids.

“Why is that not in porn?”

“Because porn is to actual human sex as-“

“The Fast & Furious is to actual human driving.” Aurora jumps in.

“That is to say , it bears no resemblance. If you are having sex with your partner, and you are trying to make it look like porn, your partner is experiencing little to no pleasure.” Jules explains.

“I would disagree.”

“Well, you would disagree because the girls you are with are also making it look and sound like porn. But that’s just an act. A real man would want to give a woman a real orgasm. So you want to be a real man or some candy-ass actor for whom a woman has to pretend to enjoy sex?” The male intern says.

“Or just have amazing sex with a woman,” the intern next to Aurora mutters.

“I second that.” Aurora smiles and fist bumps the intern.

“Mika Yasuda.” She introduces.

“Aurora DeLuca.”

Neither of the two notices the a certain intern frowning.

~~~~~

Aurora leans against the wall, crutches balanced awkwardly beside her, scrolling through her phone. She’s clearly waiting for someone. Jules rounds the corner, her eyes lighting up when she spots Aurora.

“You’re still here?” Jules asks, her voice tinged with both surprise and something softer.

Aurora looks up, smirking. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were keeping tabs on me, bellissima.”

Jules rolls her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck betrays her. “Maybe I just wanted to make sure you didn’t trip over another intern on your way out.”

Aurora chuckles, stepping a little closer, or as close as the crutches will allow. “Don’t worry, I’m avoiding interns today. Well, most of them.” Her eyes rake over Jules in a way that’s anything but subtle.

Jules shifts on her feet, suddenly very aware of the space between them. “How’s the leg?”

“Better now,” Aurora quips, her gaze lingering on Jules’s lips for just a beat too long.

Jules swallows hard, trying to keep her voice steady. “You’re... really something, you know that?”

Aurora raises an eyebrow. “Something good?”

Jules huffs out a nervous laugh, crossing her arms in a weak attempt to shield herself from Aurora’s charm. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Maybe I should help you make up your mind.” Aurora’s voice drops just enough to send a shiver down Jules’s spine.

The elevator dings, interrupting the tension crackling between them.

Aurora leans in slightly, her breath brushing against Jules’s ear. “See you around.” She grabs her crutches, her grin smug as she steps into the elevator.

Jules watches the doors close, exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. A slow smile creeps across her face as she shakes her head.

~~~~~

Aurora practically skips through the beanry on crutches. Catching the tail end of Ben, Travis and Vic’s conversation about an incident at Dixon house.

“Okay, but what if it was like, accidentally shared with the wrong person.” Vic tries to counter Ben’s argument.

“Still no.”

“Oh c’mon Ben.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve got family who can leak it for you.” Aurora shrugs leaning against the counter.

“That’s still illegal!” Ben lectures.

Vic hands a half eaten muffin to Aurora as she covers her mouth.

“Did something happen at PT?” Andy asks Aurora.

“It went as well as any PT session would.” Aurora takes a bite of the muffin before spitting it out in an empty cup on the counter.

Aurora chucks the remaining piece back at Vic.

“How many more sessions till you’re back?” Andy asks.

“Miss me already, Herrera?”

“I miss you on the field.”

“We will have to see off crutches and then if Ross and Diane clear me, at least to be on aid car.”

Vic grins. “But PT must have healed you right up if you’re smiling like that. How’s the intern?

Aurora narrows her eyes as she sets her crutches aside. “I was there to help teach kids about sexual consent. It was a noble cause. Not a social visit.”

“Sure. Sure.” Travis smirks. “So..you and the intern talked about sex. Damn you move fast!” Travis holds his hand up for a high five.

“No,” Aurora insists, grabbing a bottle of water. “She just asked for help. I stepped in compared sexual consent to fire safety. That’s it.” She explains with her hands and Travis takes his moment to finish his high five.

Andy raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t you call her cute when you talked about her this morning. Spent an awful lot of time with her if PT ended three hours ago.”

“You going to see her again?” Theo asks.

“I have PT at the hospital she works at. My older sister works there. And that is our designated hospital!”

“That’s not a no.” Vic interrupts.

Aurora takes the piece she spat in to the cup into her hand and throws it at Vic.

“Remember how you said my face shows everything. Yours is doing something right now.” Andy gestures to Aurora’s face.

“She’s coming.” Sullivan calls as Maya enters in workout clothes.

“Okay. Are we ready to be a family again?” Andy tries.

Andy receives confused noises from 19. “Are we ready to be a family again?” She repeats.

A chorus of yes echo in the room.

“Then bring it in 19!” Andy brings everyone into a huddle.

“19!” Everyone cheers together, all except Maya.

~~~~~

19 went to Eva’s place to help Jack with the roof. Because she was benched she joined Jack in the house.

She quickly left Jack alone when her phone lit up with Jules’s contact. She’s not beating any allegations about the firefighter and the intern.

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Station 19/Grey's Anatomy Masterlist

Heat of Heart Series

First Meeting/(I'll do it myself) || Part 2 || Part 3

If the Doctor Becomes the Patient

[kassies-take]

If The Doctor Becomes The Patient

~Station 19 Clinic Day~

Maya, Vic, Travis and Aurora: *moves rigs outside*

Andy: *on desk duty*

Jules: *enters 19 with a head injury and a cloth pressed to her head* Hey I’m looking for Aurora DeLuca?

Andy: oh! Not a problem. Follow me

Andy and Jules: *enters Apparatus Bay*

Maya, Vic, Travis and Aurora: *sets up curtains and stations*

Andy: *smirks* Rori! Cute brunette with a head laceration is asking for you!

Maya, Vic and Travis: *teases Aurora*

Aurora: stop it *she slaps Vic and pushes them away* I can take her

Travis: *smug* I’m sure you can

Aurora: *glares and guides Jules to an isolated spot* Bellissima, what happened?

Jules: *sits down* you keep calling me that, what does that mean?

Maya: *jumps to peak over the curtain* it means beautiful in Italian

Vic and Travis: *peak over the curtain* Ro/Rora! Why have we never met Miss. Beautiful over here

Aurora: Don’t you have jobs to do? *stands and pushes them away again*

Vic: no not really

Aurora: *groans, sanitizes her hands and puts gloves on*

Jules: they seem fun

Aurora: they are… but not as fun as how you got your head laceration

Jules: *rolls her eyes* fist fight on the bus

Aurora: *raises her eyebrows* You? Fighting? *cleans Jules’s wound*

Jules: No. Apparently I was in the way. I hi-fived a lady’s handbag with my face

Aurora: *sarcastic* aww you poor thing.

Jules: *scoffs and backhand Aurora’s arm*

Aurora: *stitches Jules* why did you come here?

Jules: the other interns won’t let me live it down

Aurora: *smirks* it wasn’t because a certain firefighter is here?

Jules: *threatens* I will call your team back

Aurora: *raises her hands in surrender and finishes the stitches* do you need anything else? *takes off her gloves*

Jules: I could think of something *grabs Aurora’s cheek with her hand and pulls her in for a smoldering kiss*

Vic: Baby DeLuca is fraternizing with a patient!!

Aurora: *groans* Vic

Jules: *takes Aurora’s hand and applies pressure to the pressure point* I have the day off I can help with the clinic

Aurora: you’ll have to deal with 19’s vexing

Jules: I’m sure I can handle them *pulls Aurora into another kiss*

Vic: damn you going to kiss all your patients like that?

Aurora: *pulls away, smiles and Jules and chases after Vic*

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Idea for Adoption II

Idea for adoption, ON THE CONDITION YOU TAG AND CREDIT ME. Please tag me.

Fandom: Station 19/Grey’s Anatomy

Timeline: starting season 6 of station 19 & season 19 of Grey’s

Context: Aurora “Rora” DeLuca is a firefighter at Station 19 of the Seattle Fire Department and the younger sister to Carina and Andrew DeLuca.

Previously On: Aurora has been discharged from the hospital after a brutal building collapse. 19 had gotten civilians out and accounted for when the building collapses on the youngest DeLuca. The most notable and severe injury was to her leg.

Summary: As Aurora goes through physical therapy she meets Dr. Jules Millin. The two work around growing feelings and challenging career paths.

~~~~~

My Opening: (feel free to use or change)

“Angioletta? I thought physical therapy starts at 3.” Carina says spotting Aurora in the hallway.

“It does but I heard there were newbies and I wanted to see the new probies.”

“Interns.” Carina corrects.

“Probies. Interns. Same thing.” Aurora mocks. “It beats waiting at home.”

“Meredith is taking them to the new OR. I have to go one of my mommies is in labor.” Carina pulls Aurora into a quick hug and kisses her temple.

Aurora wanders the hallway. She meets a force of another body slamming into hers, knocking her onto the ground.

“Ooof, and they say firefighters come in hot.”

“I’m so sorry.” The brunette helps Aurora up.

Aurora stumbles up, her leg not fully cooperating as she holds onto the woman for stability. The pain shows on her face.

“Are you okay?” Concern laced in her voice.

“Just give me a second.” Aurora takes a deep breath and slowly puts pressure onto her injured leg.

“Again, I’m very sorry.”

“Well judging by the color of your scrubs and your need for speed, you must be one of the new interns.”

“Yes,” the intern replies excitedly. “Jules Millin.” She sticks out her hand eagerly.

“DeLuca?” Link questions. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little stumble is all.”

Link nods, gives the two a look pausing at Jules a little too long. He continues down the path he was taking. “I’ll see you in PT.”

“You know you’re not my doctor anymore!” Aurora shouts after him. “And he’s not listening, great.”

“Carina DeLuca? Jules her lips upturn at the realization. “I’ve always wanted to meet you, it’s an honor. I read about your study in orgasm’s utility as pain relief.“

“I’m going to stop you right there. Aurora DeLuca. Carina’s better looking, stronger and sexier little sister.” Aurora shakes Jules’ hand with a smirk. “Firefighter.”

“Oh god I’m sorry.”

Jules flushes. Her neck and ears more red than her face.

“I’m sure you’ve got surgeries you’re dying to learn. I on the other hand will try to rip Link’s head off for my PT plan. Good luck, bellissima (beautiful)”

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Only For A Season Pt.1

Summary: Lauren Vera McCarthy is one of Emmett Cullen’s (McCarthy) descendants. She is tracked down by Rosalie. When Emmett and Rosalie learn she is in a foster home they adopt her.

A/n: FORMATTING MAY VARY

Warnings: Mentions of Death, abandonment

Emmett Cullen x Rosalie Hale, eventual!Angela Weber x read

Word Count: 1864

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Rosalie occasionally visits Carlisle at the hospital. She would watch as the babies came and go, except a little girl tucked in the top right corner.

The baby girl had dark brunette curls and a cute button nose. Her eyes honed in on the name card above her head. “Lauren McCarthy”.

“You’re here quite often, darling.” A nurse says to Rosalie.

“My brother works here, but I’m just here to watch the babies. There’s something about them that’s so calming.” Rosalie smiles, a hypnotic beauty. “I can’t help but notice that little one has been here longer.”

“Lauren, poor girl, her mom died in child birth. She was estranged from family so her relatives don’t want anything to do with the baby. In a few days if no one comes to get her she’ll have to be put into the system.”

“Should you be telling a stranger that?” Rosalie smirks.

“Oh shoot. Let’s forget this conversation ever happened.”

“Let’s.” The blind vampire was glad her persuasion ability worked. Her smile grew even bigger from the attention she gained.

The nurse is put into a hypnotic trance before she blinks and walks away. Contrary to popular belief, Rosalie did have a gift. A gift of minor mind control, emphasis on the minor part. Emmett called it: “Kiss Control”, those who were attracted/wanted to kiss her would do anything she said without question.

~~~~~

Rosalie drags Emmett through the hospital.

“Hun, I love you but being here isn’t good for me.” Emmett says holding his breath.

“Look.” Rosalie points to the baby.

“They’re all cute babies, babe. But they have families.”

“Except one. Look in the far corner.” Rosalie points.

Emmett lets in an accidental breath but he is fine. Somehow this little girl’s scent drowns him in a dull state.

“McCarthy?”

Rosalie pulls out a paper. “I did some digging into Lauren’s mother. Her mom’s name is Grace McCarthy. She the first girl born from Elenor McCarthy’s linage.

Emmett opens the paper and confirms his family tree. He finds the name Grace McCarthy and follows the line up to his only sister, Elenor. His sister was this little girl’s great great grandmother, making him a great great grand uncle.

“Are we adopting her?” Emmett doesn’t look away from the paper.

“I would like to.”

~~~~~

Alice and Jasper got their friend Jenkins to create a false document to prove that Emmett was Lauren’s uncle. I mean he was but people would get suspicious if a 75 year old man looked 20.

From there California law may grant legal guardianship. Rosalie and Emmett had to wait a week before they were approved.

They weren’t worried about being approved or not since they had Alice. They did worry about having enough of everything.

Edward, annoyingly, kept insisting that adopting a human even if she was a descendent was a bad idea. Rosalie countered by saying her and Emmett will live separately from the Cullen’s for a while.

~~~~~

Half of Emmett’s face is in view. He’s sitting in the driver seat, the view outside is a hospital parking lot.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 24 1990

9:53AM

“Is this on? I think this is on. It’s on, babe. Action!”

The view spins around to show Rosalie in the passenger seat and she laughs.

“Hi Lauren. I’m Rosalie, I’m so excited to be your mom. To see you grow and accomplish anything you put your mind to.” Rosalie reaches for the camera, takes it and turns it around on Emmett.

“What do I say!” Emmett panics.

“Anything you want.”

“Hi Lauren… Little Ren. ” He does a small wave. “I’m going to be your dad. Your mom, she’s an angel she saved me from dying from a bear and when I saw you for the first time, I just knew if we were ever under attack I would use your mommy as a human shield to protect you.” Emmett smiles a goofy smile.

“Emmett!”

“What! It’s true! You could handle a bear babe.”

~~~~~

The camera follows Rosalie down a hallway.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 24 1990

10:08AM

“We’re waiting for child services to approve of us as your parents. We aren’t worried though, your aunt Alice already knows you’ll be with us.” Emmett’s voice can be heard.

They reach the newborn nursery where nurses help Rosalie and Emmett into pink PPEs and gloves.

Rosalie and Emmett walk towards a cradle. The baby is out of its swaddle. The pink beanie and a binkie sit at the corner and her cute little tummy is showing.

Soft coos come from Rosalie.

“Here you are Ren.” Emmett whispers.

A nurse comes over and tells the new parents about the fever Lauren had last night. “We dressed her in less layers. But you can still hold her if you’d like.”

The smile never leaves from Rosalie’s face as she picks up Lauren.

“Hello.” She whispers and rocks her. “You’re perfect.”

Lauren snuggles into Rosalie’s arms. The vampire’s eyes glistening with venom tears.

The nurse smiles at the family, knowing baby Lauren will be in perfect hands. The camcorder is taken away from Emmett, he doesn’t even notice. The camera is placed on top of one of the machines. Emmett smiles adoringly at his two girls. Tickling Lauren’s small feet.

“Do you want to hold her?” Rosalie turns to Emmett.

Emmett’s face changes into fear. He’s scared of accidentally crushing her.

“You’ll be okay.”

He too is a natural when holding a baby, to think the last time he held one was his own sister. Lauren’s eyes open at the change of hands. Emmett is transported back to 70 years ago.

“You have my sister’s eyes.” Emmett whispers.

~~~~~

The camera moves through the house and up the stairs. The frame bounces as if the person holding it is skipping.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 27 1990

1:27PM

The door springs open to reveal Rosalie and Emmett relaxing in bed.

“Alice what if we were naked.” Rosalie scolds.

“You weren’t, I’ve already seen what happens.” The voice is giddy. “You would want this on camera.”

As if on cue Rosalie’s pager rang. She grabbed it and dialed the number on the rotary phone on the nightstand.

“Hello.”

…

“Yes this is her speaking.”

Rosalie’s face lights up. “We can be on our way now.” Rosalie’s free hand goes to tap Emmett.

In their haste to grab the car seat, a diaper bag, and their daughter they forgot the camcorder.

The camera turns around to show a pixie haired girl with a smile on her face.

“Hi Lauren. I’m your aunt Alice. Your parents are on the way to pick you up. It’s going to be an exciting day! I already have cute dresses designed and made for you and of course we can’t forget the baby welcoming party! I’m happy that you’re going to be happy with us!”

Alice walks down the stairs where Jasper is reading a history novel.

“Jazz, anything to say to the baby?”

“Uh Hi baby. I’m your uncle Jasper. We haven’t met yet and I would like to formally apologize if I may seem distant in the future. I know you already make Rosalie very happy from how her emotions bounces off her. Welcome to the family.”

Alice then walks into the kitchen to Esme.

“Lauren! I’m your grandma. We’re very excited to have you in the family. I know you are a gift to Rosalie and Emmett and they are blessings to you.”

Carlisle then enters the frame.

“I’m Carlisle, your grandfather. But please don’t called me grandpa, I’d like “pops” makes me sound less of a 350 year old man. We’re happy that you’re allowed to join our family, and we’ll protect you no matter the danger…”

“Even though we are the danger,” a voice comes from offscreen.

The camera turns to Edward.

“Edward, we’ve been over this. We all nearly perfected our control.” Carlisle sighs.

“Babies, toddlers, kids they get hurt. And when that hurt becomes bloody, we would possibly make an immortal child.”

“We know the risks and the consequences. Rosalie deserves to be happy too, and if they need to part from us for a little while we will let them.” Carlisle explains.

Edward then huffs and leaves.

“That’s your uncle Edward.” Alice whispers.

~~~~~

Emmett and Rosalie enter through the main door, Emmett holds the car seat as baby Lauren is wrapped in a blanket and asleep.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 27 1990

2:10PM

A chorus of coos, awes and welcome home can be heard from the coven.

“Everybody, this is Lauren Vera McCarthy.” Emmett introduces.

“We’re going to let her nap before we officially let her meet you guys.” Rosalie says.

Alice places the camera on Lauren’s leg as Emmett shows the sleeping baby around the house. When he gets to the nursery, Rosalie unbuckles the car seat and places her daughter in the crib.

Emmett then describes every finite detail of the room. To the wall painting, the decorations, the baby supplies, he could not stop bragging about how he, Jasper and Carlisle built the crib.

~~~~~

Rosalie carries a now awake baby down the stairs.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 27 1990

6:14PM

“Lauren this is the Cullens. Your new family.” Rosalie introduces. “This is grandpa and grandma, Carlisle and Esme.”

The camera pans to a disgusted look on Edward.

“That’s Edward.” Rosalie says quickly.

The camera pans to Alice and Jasper.

“And they are your godmother and godfather.” Rosalie whispers.

Alice chips in joy as Jasper glares at Rosalie. Alice skips over to Rosalie and holds Lauren in her arms. She inhaled the baby smell before turning to Jasper.

Jasper stiffens, cuts off his breathing and steps back.

“You won’t hurt the baby Jasper,” Rosalie starts.

“I wouldn’t want to chance it.” Jasper says warily.

“You’re won’t do anything Jazz. Here. Hold the baby!” Alice gently hands the baby over.

“Actually get a good whiff,” Emmett notes. “You’ll be surprised.”

“Babies have a new baby smell. They smell good.” Esme smiles.

Edward immediately stands and is ready to fight Jasper if needed.

Jasper hesitantly takes a sniff. He appears confused, “New born baby, yes. But also nothing at all. It’s a faint mask of our scents in there too. Rosalie and Emmett?” He questioned.

“It must be a defense mechanism?” Carlisle questioned. “Her mom, Grace, didn’t know she was even pregnant when she was rushed into labor.”

“It also took a few days to notice her in the nursery.” Rosalie notes.

“Something must of happened while Grace was pregnant that her body would protect Lauren like that.” Jasper concludes.

“We should still be cautious if she ever bleeds.” Edward says looking over Jasper’s shoulder.

“She’ll have to do a heel prick soon to run some tests to check on health conditions that may not be immediately apparent after birth. Anything genetic, metabolic, blood, or hormone-related. We can test then. Bring a vial home while Rosalie and Emmett are out in the city. See how we react to it.” Carlisle explains scientifically. “Come up with plans for when she injures herself or has nose bleeds.”

~~~~~

Rosalie held Lauren during the heel prick. Her little feet is red and bruised after the test, but Rosalie’s ice cold hand soothes her daughter.

Emmett and Rosalie didn’t have a reaction to the blood sampling. The bloody iron scent was dull and fastly fading as the moment went on.

They still kept a plan at the house and everyone was fine. Preventions were still kept in place.

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I Know You Well

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Summary: The 3rd Quarter Quell twist has been revealed and after the initial shock wears off, you have a conversation with your lover and fellow victor where you both promise that no matter who gets reaped, there would be no volunteering. Johanna will make sure of that.

wc: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, use of y/n, violence, ptsd, swearing, Ifem!reader think that’s it.

An: I should probably make a banner for Johanna or something. Also I think I sent this head cannon to someone’s ask but I don’t remember whom I sent it to. :/

This probably would have been better as a blurb but oh well.

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Johanna sat on the couch rolling her eyes and groaning at the sight of Katniss’ wedding gowns being presented to the audience. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table that you made and she had nothing on except a pair of fuzzy socks. “Ugh disgusting! What flock of white geese had to die for that dress?”

You chuckle at her words as you were cutting the bell pepper for dinner. “Do you mean swans, honey?”

“Absolutely not, she does not deserve swans.”

There were a total of 6 dresses to choose from and Cinna announced to the crowd that they could vote for which dress Katniss should wear. Johanna made another snide comment about making the Girl on Fire walk out in a suit of mud and call it a day. “They would definitely like that.”

“Katniss would not. I’m not too sure she’d be as comfortable as you being naked.”

Johanna cupped her own breast with a smirk. “At least I show myself off instead of being bought for it. What are they going to do? They can’t take it from me if I give it out for free.”

You tilted your head in acknowledgement of her words. It’s something you learned as a victor, watching others do the same. Finnick acted cocky as a defense mechanism. Enobaria sharpened her teeth to defend herself from the Capitol. Hell, you had done it, fiddling with your pocket saw out in the open. It was effective in scaring people away but it also gave you horrible flashbacks to your own game. What does that say about your view of the capital if you decide to willingly traumatize yourself again? Even so, after years of doing it, you’d only get flashes of the dark memory instead of a full blown panic attack. Exposure therapy at its finest.

Anyway, immediately after Cinna finishes his campaign for Katniss’ wedding dress, Snow took the podium on the raised balcony overlooking the city circle. “Why the fuck is he on our screens? As if voting for a wedding dress isn’t torturous enough.” Johanna groaned.

You put your knife down. The living room was a good 50 steps away from the kitchen counters and you placed your hands on the back of the couch watching intently. To you, the twist wouldn’t matter, you’d still have to mentor who ever the twist catered too.

“Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of Panem. This is the 75th year of the Hunger Games. When the charter of the Games was written, it dictated that every 25 years there would be a Quarter Quell… to make fresh for each new generation the memory of those killed in the rebellion against the Capitol. The Quarter Quell was reserved for the Games of special significance.”

Johanna sat up in her seat fiddling with the hilt of her axe. You noticed the slow movement of her thumb over the wooden handle before she took a breath.

“On the 25th anniversary, each district was made to vote on the tributes who should represent it. In the 50th anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for every Capitol citizen, each district was required to send twice the tributes to the arena. And now on the 75th anniversary of the Rebellion, we honor our third quarter quell, as bestowed to us, by the signers of the Treaty of Treason.”

A small wooden box is carried onto the balcony by a boy dressed in white. You watch as President Snow opens the box and retrieves a yellow sealed envelope. “As a reminder that even the strongest cannot over power the Capitol, on this 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the pool of existing victors of each district.”

The room froze, you and Johanna not daring to break the silence. Your eyes widened and you forgot to breathe. Chills traveled down your spine. Johanna reacted first gripping her axe and swinging it at the television projector with a scream, smashing it to pieces.

Your heart plunged to the ground. You were going back. Tears welled in your eyes and a lump found its way to your throat. The walls closed in around you and before it could crush you, you rushed out of the house.

Your foot caught each other on the way down the steps and you caught yourself with your hands and knees. The bushes beckoned you to them and you crawled over before dispensing the bile caught in your throat.

The fall was so fast you didn’t notice the glassy rocks that cut your knees. Only after you crawled to the log storage did you notice them. Smears of blood oozed out of your wounds and sticky red liquid coated your fingers.

Your hand began to shake.

The First Kill was never something you could get over. Her name was Olive and there was a sponsor sent to you on the 5th day, she was nearby and tried to take the gift from you. She tackled you to the ground and after a few moments of tussling in the grass, you found your saw and lodged it deep into her neck. Her blood trickled down coating your fingers as you pulled on your weapon to slice her neck. She died choking on her own blood. Your hands stained red and no matter how much you tried to scrub it off, it always remained on your hands.

Even now, as you frantically scrubbed your hands in the shed sink, it wouldn’t go away. The harder you rubbed the redder your hands got. That was how friction worked but in your state of delusion, it all looked the same.

The cascade of water stopped. As you moved your hands to the faucet, gentle hands cradled yours. A small whimper escaped your lips. You were going back. You were in the pool of existing victors. But so was Johanna. Your head snapped up spotting the younger girl focused on your reddened hands.

“Johanna.”

She let out an unamused chuckle. “I fucking trashed the house.”

“I assumed so.” You whispered. “I rubbed off the skin on my hands.”

Johanna hummed as she traced her thumb over the injury. “I know.”

You raised your arms to her to hold her face. “I need you to promise me something. Do not volunteer for me.”

She met your eyes with her own fiery ones while tilting her head. “One of us has to go in. Like hell, I’m going to let it be you.”

“I can handle myself, that’s why I’m telling you not to volunteer.”

“If you don’t volunteer then I won’t volunteer.” Johanna bargained. You went quiet pressing your lips into a thin line. Just like you knew her well enough to know she’d volunteer, she knew you well enough to know you would to. It was hypocritical so you agreed.

Johanna kept her unwavering eyes towards you. You matched her gaze until you found a soft glint in her eyes. Your shoulders relaxed as you looked a way. A deep sigh escaped your lips. “Fine, whoever gets picked for the reaping gets picked.”

“Great but we’re training for this. I am not going to have a rusty tribute as my mentee.”

~

Your heartbeat echoed in your ears and thumped against your rib cage. Your legs were wide enough for Johanna to fit between them. She stood in front of you playing with your hair as you buried your ear into her chest. Hers was almost as fast as yours but there was comfort in wrapping your arms around her.

You didn’t want to let go of Johanna. The thought of having to watch from the sidelines where you physically couldn’t protect her. The pressure in your chest felt like a bubbling volcano, stress building up before an eruption.

Usually the silence with Johanna was comfortable being able to be in the moment, in her arms. This time, the silent air was heavy. The small ticking of the clock reminded you of the looming possibility of going back to the arena.

You loved her. You made a promise not to volunteer but you had to. You had to protect her. Blight and Old Spruce came to pick you up for the reaping. When they knocked, Johanna gave you one last squeeze to your hand to comfort you. She made it a habit to hold your hands when you slipped into a memory lapse to keep you from rubbing the skin off your hands. In return you stocked and supplied the wooden logs for Johanna to split when her anger rose.

You snuck her a peck on her lips before the four of you trudged to the town square where the entirety of District 7 awaited the victors. The hot July sun did nothing to ease your worries as it heated your arms. You rocked onto your toes as the escort stepped onto the stage. It was ironic being an eligible tribute again. Seven years ago you dreaded for the slip to say your name and now seeing all the faces of District 7 on this raised platform, you prayed it was your name being called.

“Ladies First.” You stood staring out to your home. After these next moments, your life would never be the same. Either you get reaped and survive the loss of your closest friends turned enemy, Johanna is reaped and survives, you are reaped but die or Johanna is reaped but dies. The loss of it all would turn anyone insane.

Technically, you didn’t promise, you only agreed because it would get Johanna to not volunteer. So you could and you would. To your right, you could see Johanna eyeing you and you returned a glare.

“The female tribute from District 7 is...” He paused for dramatic effect and your heartbeat rose in your throat. Let it be me. Let it be me Let it be me. “Johanna Mason.” Your heart plummeted before turning your head to the escort. You weren’t going to accept this.

Before you could even open your mouth to object, you felt a sharp pain on your nose and a small pop in your neck from the force. Your head hit the ground and everything went black.

When you came to, you were on the train staring straight at Blight across from you on the table. “What the fuck happened?”

“Oh she’s back.” Spruce called. “You were out of it for about 30 minutes.”

“What do you remember?” Blight asked.

“Johanna was reaped and then it felt like my nose exploded.” You say wincing at the pain on the bridge of your nose. You groaned holding your head.

“Doc says you got a broken nose and a concussion.”

“Where’s Johanna?”

“The peacekeepers restrained her in her room.” The escort called. “She knocked you out in one go. She must’ve been so pissed that she was picked.” You shared a look with your fellow victors. The escort hadn’t been here to watch your relationship with Johanna. Both of you were great about hiding your relationship during the annual hunger games.

“So which of you got reaped?”

Blight took a deep breath. He took a swig of his alcohol laughing at the ridiculousness of it. “Can’t believe they’re making me go back after 20 something years.”

“So you and I are mentors.” Spruce solemnly said patting you on the shoulder. “Should I take Johanna?” He asked keeping up with appearances. Ironically it was like the 71st Hunger Games again. Mentoring was set by priority. Old Spruce had said yes to mentoring while the others said no meaning you had no choice but to mentor Johanna. This time you could choose her.

“No. No I’ll talk to her.”

“Take things slowly okay, you took a big fall.”

“Yes dad.” You joked. Dad was nice, ‘Old Spruce’ was pushing 65. He had been your mentor during your games and continued to take care of you afterwards.

The walk to Johanna’s room was short luckily. A peacekeepers stood outside the door and you smiled at him. “Hi I’m here to talk to my mentee.” He looked at you and stepped aside. As soon as the door slid closed, you looked at Johanna. “You fucking bitch.”

She turned her attention to you from the fuzzes of green zooming past the window. A soft smile plastered on her face. “You promised you weren’t going to volunteer.”

“Technically I didn’t. I agreed so you wouldn’t volunteer. We didn’t shake on it or pinky promise or sign a contract so….”

“You were going to volunteer.”

“Yes.”

“Great I’m glad I know you well enough.”

“Decking me in the face was part of the plan?”

“Absolutely.” You stared at her unamused. “Don’t look at me like that. We both know we were going to break that promise to protect the other. Maybe you planned that all along or it was a last minute thought but I saw the look on your face. I anticipated it and knocked you out before you could.” Johanna told shrugging her shoulders as she walked towards you.

“You broke my nose.”

“It’s better than you dead.” Johanna countered. “I said I wasn’t going to let you go back in. I made that promise to myself and I kept it.”

“What do I do if I lose you? Do you think you’re the only one who loves in this relationship.”

Johanna held onto your waist. “First, avenge me. Second, none of us want the other to go in but someone is going to be forced to. I’m sorry, I’d rather it be me than you. You would be safer.”

“Safe is a relative term and when did you become such a sap?”

“Oh you know, since I started dating the best girl I’ve ever met.”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you make me.”

You closed the gap and let your lips meld with the younger girl. Slowly, the two of you walked towards her bed. She sat on her bed and you climbed on top of her with little room to breathe. Johnna wrapped her arms around the back of your neck to bring you in closer deepen the kiss. She flipped you over before nuzzling her face into your neck.

You held her in your arms playing with her hair. Lulling yourself to sleep. “Don’t die okay.” You whispered.

“I won’t.”

“I do hope you break your nose though.”

“Ugh get over it.”

“No! Although it was a smart countermove.”

“Thank you. I thought long and hard about it for all of 5 seconds after you first told me not to volunteer.”

“Well that’s the last time I trust you.” You joked.

“You love me.”

“I do. I know you do too.”

“Yeah, I do.” Johanna sighed. The both of you laid motionless embracing the other, enjoying the moment.

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Pain

[chicken1sworld]

In another world Pt. 11

Rhaenyra x reader

"They are on the boat." The queen spoke, pointing her finger towards the back of the ship. Everyone in the room squinted, and sure enough a figure rose up from the ground.

It was too far away to see anything but the overall figure of the person.

Rhaenyra held back from flying up with Syrax to watch the battle, she knew that the white dragon had disappeared, and it was a large threat to Syrax. She didn't need to be next to it to know that it was much bigger than her dragon. Her view was closer compared to her family's, she could just barely make out the movements that were happening. Though her eyes were not able to focus on the features of the person.

"I'd give up now Y/n." The man spoke, mentally cursing himself for allowing his voice to waver at the end. "I have a little over twenty men, this won't last long for you." He continued and his men looked at him with worry, knowing that he was underestimating your power. Everyone knew you not because you were a Stark, they knew you because you were one of the most skilled fighters in Westeros.

One of the men scootched over to him, beginning to plead for him to surrender and give the girl what she wants.

"My Lord, if I may-" The man couldn't finish his sentence as a dagger cut through the air and drilled into his forehead. His body dropped to the ground with a thud, and everyone watched with fear. Otto looked down with dread, the man's body laying right next to his feet with empty eyes. There was no more room for bargaining, what you wanted is something they would never willingly give.

Ottos head.

In that moment, the men on the ship knew that had to fight for their own lives, not their lord's. They all roared with battle cries, running towards you with swords in their hand. The sound of their foots banging off the wooden floor brought you out of your thoughts. You walked over to the edge of the stairs, shoving down one of the men with your foot and watching as they all stumbled back to the deck. You made your way down the steps, your axe swinging with your hand. Men tumbled down, a path clearing for you as you made your way to the man while stepping over the fallen bodies. Otto looked horrified as your eyes didn't leave his. If they did, they looked down for a mere second before they met his once again.

You grunted as the blade whistled through the air, striking with precision and taking out your enemies. Suddenly your axe got stuck in one of the men and you looked down, lifting up your boot and dislodging the weapon from his shoulder while kicking him. One of the men took that to their advantage, shooting an arrow in your shoulder. They watched as your body tumbled back, a small wince leaving your mouth.

You looked over to your upper arm with a blank stare and slowly turned your head to the soldier. Your hand gripped the arrow, tossing the object over the ship and into the ocean. His hand began to shake as he reached over for another arrow, his nerves causing him to drop the arrow on the ground. He let out a scream as you ran over to him and lifted your axe over your head, bringing it down and taking him out with one hit.

Otto hid in the corner, his face a mask of utter shock. He had completely underestimated your strength and your ability to stay true to your word. He watched as you fought through his men, not bothering to react to the wounds you were receiving. Your movements were swift, one could say the way you moved was like watching water flow down the side of the mountain.

With each hit you just saw your handmaidens face, your fathers tired eyes, and your mothers fear. You were blinded by the horrors you had faced that you didn't even realize that you had made it through all the men. Snapping out of your state, you pulled your axe out of the last knight and looked over to the man who was cradling himself in the corner. You wiped the back of your hand over your eyes and cleared your face of any blood.

Otto raised his head, and his eyes darted around for a possible escape, noticing that the right side of the ship was free of your stance. He tried to run but you caught him by the back of his shirt, pulling him and slamming him to one of the masts. He wheezed and brought a hand to the back of his head, looking up at you with widened eyes.

You stood over him, watching him cup his hands and begin to beg for forgiveness. For a moment you considered mercy, you could simply take him back to the keep and lock him away while he rots in a cell.

Be a dragon. Be a dragon. Be a dragon. Be a dragon. Be a dragon.

The words of the older woman continued to repeat in your ears. She was your chosen grandmother, a sweet soul. She had protected you from the worsts, spent her days taking care of you and your family. This memory was seared into your mind for the rest of your life, the sound her gasping for air. She wasn't shown any pity from the Hightower's, so why should you. It was far too late for mercy.

"I'll run away and never re-"

The axe swung around in one swift strike, ending Otto's reign of treachery. His head rolled in front of your feet, and you looked down, the weight on your shoulders slowly lifting but you felt the repercussions of your actions hit you like a brick. You had felt the small sense of closure but if you were to look at yourself you wouldn't recognize the reflection staring back at you. You had won but at what cost?

You blinked and looked up, letting out a breath and looking up towards the sky. You prayed to the Gods that Arryelyn was somewhere pleasant, that her mind and soul were taken care of. The slight breeze brushing past you told you all you needed to hear.

Walking over to your first victim, you kneeled down to pull out your dagger, wiping it off on his clothes. Your head whipped to the side when you heard the creek of floorboards. Standing up from your position, you threw open the door to the one of the main cabins and clenched your jaw as you saw two young boys in the corner.

The fear on their faces was enough to make you sick, you almost looked at them apologetically. They trembled when they stood up, your hand tightening your grip around your weapon just in case. They quickly put up their hands, dropping their weapons and coming in front of you to kneel.

"We wanted nothing to do with this Lady Stark." They cried, their eyes looking into yours in hopes they see a chance of their lives being spared. You softly nodded and looked around the room.

"Go home."

They looked at you with surprise, their shoulders deflating, and they quickly nodded. Both the young boys watched as you turned around, one foot out the door before you stopped in your tracks. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes looking between theirs.

"Tell them winter came for Otto Hightower."

You shut the door behind you and scanned the ship, your mind in complete denial that you had caused all this destruction. Bringing your hands up to your mouth, you whistled for your dragon. Malyx dropped down from the clouds and flew to the side of the ship, putting out his wing far enough so you could jump on. With one last look you sighed, turning your attention back towards his wing and hopping onto your dragons back.

"Go to the shore Malyx."

"He's gone." The king muttered, looking around the room. The people in the council room watched the scene as they saw men being flung of the boat, the quick movements of people as they rushed to fight. They knew Otto Hightower was gone when the saw the white dragon return from out of the clouds and allow its rider to hop back on.

"Where is the dragon going?" Tyland Lannister questioned, his eyes following the creature that was quickly making its way closer to the Redkeep. Everyone in the room began to panic, the sound of the noises leaving its mouth grew louder.

"Rhaenyra." The king whispered, his wife gasping next to him. He quickly pushed himself from the railing and ran out the door, Aemma fast on his heels. "Get everyone outside and find my daughter!"

Down at the beach, Rhaenyra looked out towards the horizon. Her eyes widened when she realized that the dragon was indeed getting closer, and it wasn't just her imagination.

It was way bigger than she initially thought. Its scales shimmered in the reflection of the light and its color made it look godlike. The wings that were propelling it through the air were vast and almost twice the size of Syrax's.

Her dragon began to stir under her, and she looked down, gripping the reins. "Lykiri." She muttered, dragging her hand along Syrax's neck.

Something in her gut told her to stay on the beach, to sit and not run away with Syrax. She was in complete awe at the new dragon. Though she couldn't help but wonder if this was where she met her end. It seems that the rider was not in favor of Otto Hightower so maybe it was a new powerful ally. Her mind raced with hundreds of questions, wondering who claimed this dragon and what caused them to come here.

Rhaenyra flinched and felt a chill down her spine as the dragon flew over her head, descending and landing itself in the sand behind her. Syrax turned around her body and Rhaenyra yelped, quickly holding onto the saddle. The yellow dragon let out a low grumbling sound and sniffed the air.

Rhaenyra still couldn't see the rider, the white creature was far too big, and its head covered the person.

"The princess commands you to get down!" She shouted, her voice carrying over the sounds of waves and the low noises leaving the dragons. They all stood for a moment before the larger dragon lowered its body and flattened its wing on the ground.

Rhaenyra watched as the person slowly dismounted, grunts leaving their mouth. Just as their feet hit the ground, Syrax cried out, her head instantly lifting up and her wings fluttering.

Suddenly the princess felt her breath hitch, her arms dropping from the reins.

There you stood, knees shaking and your body completely exhausted. You looked up to the girl and painfully gave her a small smile.

Without a second thought, the girl quickly unbuckled herself and slid off her dragon, not caring how far the drop was. She broke out into a run, sand kicking up while her feet pounded against the beach. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran, her breaths coming out in quick gasps. The world around her blurred as all she could see was you standing there and waiting.

The three long years of separation, nights where she longed for this very moment.

Her arms reached out and she flew into your arms, the force nearly knocking you both to the ground. She buried her face in your neck, and you wrapped your arms around her, your eyes closing as you inhaled deeply. She smelt like home.

You both stood there, locked into an embraced while you both refused to let each other go, afraid that you would disappear.

In the background the two dragons moved closer, both flaring their nostrils as they inspected each other. They both mirrored each other's gestures, extending their necks while they took in each other's scents.

Your dragon let out a small grumble and bent his head, the yellow dragon following shortly after and lowering hers.

Rhaenyra pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. She couldn't help but notice the look of loss in them and she felt her lip tremble. She brought her hands up and cupped your face, wiping the tears that had fallen and not caring about the messy state you were in.

"My heart." She spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. You looked down at her, your heart skipping a beat after hearing her for the first time in years. Your lip quivered and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. "What happened?"

Your body just completely broke down before you could respond, your shoulders trembled and you closed your eyes, dropping your head on Rhaenyra's shoulder. She felt her own heart break at the sight and cupped the back your head with one hand while the other rested on your back.

Your sobs were deep and uncontrollable while you clung onto Rhaenyra like she was your lifeline, the only thing stopping you from falling onto the ground.

"I'm here. You're safe." She whispered into your ear, her voice cracking while her own tears dropped down her cheeks. Rhaenyra held onto you as tight as she could, your anguish causing her chest to tighten. She moved her head to the side and pressed a series of light kisses to your head, and you continued to cry.

Rhaenyra's dress was stained with tears, but she could care less, you were in her arms again. Your vulnerability was laid bare in front of her, the weight of the recent events was clearly visible. You were exhausted, mentally and physically. Though, in all of this turmoil you once again found a safe haven, your princess.

Both of you pulled away once again and you rested your forehead on hers. "I love you, I have always loved you Rhaenyra." You whispered, looking into her bright eyes. She smiled, a radiant expression lighting up her face. She brought her hands to your collar and quickly pulled you in by your shirt, connecting your lips together. Your mouths were sealed together in a tender kiss, both of you noticing that your hearts finally feel whole again.

You pulled away and rested your head on hers once again, shaky breaths leaving your mouth. "I love you." She finally replied, you went to pull her into another kiss, but you heard footsteps rush down the stairs behind you.

"Princess Rhaenyra!" A guard called out, his sword in his hands. Malyx turned around from Syrax and snarled, letting out a growl of warning. You held your hand out to him, making eye contact with the dragon. He hesitated but shook his wings and turned back around, going back to minding his own business.

"I'm alright! You can put away your swords!" She yelled back, looking at you while she was still in your arms.

More footsteps reached their ears as more knights followed along with the king and queen. They ran down the steps and onto the beach, gasps leaving their mouths as they noticed who their daughter was with. Their eyes trailed over to the large white dragon just mere feet away and they quickly looked back at you.

"Y/n?" The king breathed, making his way over to you. Your arms slid out from Rhaenyra's and you walked up to the man, your head slightly bowed.

"You're grace, I'm sorry for what just happe-oof." Your sentence was cut short as the man brought you into a swift hug, pulling you into his chest. You let out a shaky sigh and carefully wrapped your arms around him. He pulled away and kept his hands on your shoulder, his wife slowly coming out from behind him.

He looked at her and dropped his hands, giving you a warm smile, one filled with sympathy. The women walked up to you and pulled you into her arms, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

"We're glad you're safe Y/n." She spoke, gently letting you go with tears briming in her eyes. You gave her a grateful smile, looking down as you felt a light hand grip yours. You looked over to Rhaenyra before turning your attention back to the king and queen. Before you could tell them the state of Winterfell you felt the stinging pain in your shoulder.

Your body decided to make all of the injuries you got, be brought to your attention, multiple areas beginning to burn. You hissed and gripped your side, your other hand coming up to the arrow wound on your arm. Touching it with your fingers, your hand shook when you pulled it away. Blood coating the tips of your fingers. Rhaenyra quickly grabbed onto you when your leg buckled from underneath you.

"Help her inside." The king commanded to the guards, making them nod and come up to you. They hoisted your arms over their shoulders and the two knights helped you up the stairs.

You were so tired, taking deep breaths to try to push away the pain in your limbs. Your eyes shut as you felt the need to close them after hours of being awake. You had stayed up for almost a full day, far too rageful to fall asleep on your dragon.

Rhaenyra watched with worry as your head fell limp, her mother's hand coming up to her shoulder in support. She looked towards the woman with a grateful smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

The guards had led you to a private chamber within the Redkeep to treat your wounds. Maester Orwyle walking in with a sigh, grabbing his materials. Today was the day of injuries.

Hours later, you began to stir in your sleep. Suddenly you woke up with a gasp, your eyes flying open and the girl next to you reached out to grab your arm. You sat up and looked around, unaware of where you were and what had happened.

"You're okay, you're okay I'm here." Rhaenyra spoke softly, cupping your face and rubbing her thumb over your cheek. You sighed in relief, slowly laying yourself back down with a wince. The princess grabbed the cup next to her and brought it up to your lips, urging you to drink it. You gave her a small smile and gulped the liquid down. You scanned the room with your eyes and realized that you were in the girl's chambers, currently laying down on her bed.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." You mumbled, turning your head over and grabbing her hand. She shook her head with a frown on her face. "Don't apologize, I'm just glad you're okay." She leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You had noticed you were freshly clean, a nice pair of sleep pants clad on your legs and the wrapping on your chest was enough for no shirt to cover you. So many bruises aligned your body, old and new wounds scattered around your limbs. The unhealed cut on your ribs once again opened up along with the fresh one on your shoulder.

"I wish I never left you in the first place." She sighed at your words and rubbed her thumb along the back of your hand. "If I had just stayed with you none of this would have ever happened."

"Stop it. Do not blame yourself for this." The princess responded, a pang of sorrow hitting her heart from your words. "You did it for your family, you are truly the bravest person I know." You smiled at her, amidst the sorrow and guilt, the power of your love for Rhaenyra was overbearing.

The weight of your actions gnawed at you, relentless words whispering in the back of your mind. Rhaenyra watched as you dazed off, your brows furrowing in frustration. Suddenly your eyes met hers and she tilted her head.

"Where's Alicent?" You questioned, your jaw clenching as you began to stand up from the bed. "You need to lay back down my love." She protested but you shook your head, your feet touching the floor as you clung to the bedside table for stability.

"No, I must see her. I need to apologize." You grumbled, grabbing the shirt on the end of the bed and holding it up to Rhaenyra. She stared at you with firm look, wishing you would stop being stubborn and lay back down. "You're still healing you need to rest." She tried once again but gave up after a few seconds, the shirt in your hands still being held up. The girl sighed and snatched the piece of clothing from you, unfolding it and holding it up to your back. You stretched your arms out as much as you could, your shoulder limiting your mobility.

The princess carefully brought your arms through each sleeve, tossing the shirt over you and moving to your front. You began to try to tie the front, growling in frustration as your hands shook. Rhaenyra quickly took the strings out of your hold and tied it for you, your eyes avoiding hers at your bruised ego. She couldn't help but give you a tiny grin, her eyes scanning over your face.

Now that she could finally get a good look at you, she noticed the scar cutting through your eyebrow. Your face has changed, all your youthful features disappeared and were rather sharp and more defined. Gods, you were truly a blessing to the eyes.

You watched as her cheeks grew red and you raised a brow, your hands coming to her hips. She finished her work on your shirt and rolled her eyes at your protests when she pulled away from you.

"You were the one that demanded to get out of bed." She teased, grabbing your arm and leading you out of her room. You grumbled and followed after her, using her arm as a guide. The limp in your step bothered you as you felt completely defenseless.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, though it was rather slow and quite painful for you. Your eyes scanned around the castle as you made your way towards the Hightower girl's room. It was nearly the same, a few new paintings here and there.

The guard in front of Alicents door gave you both a quick bow, lifting his hand up and pushing open the door. Rhaenyra helped you walk in, your eyes lowering as you saw Alicent resting her bed.

The brown-haired girl widened her eyes at the sight of you, a small gasp leaving her mouth. You turned over to Rhaenyra and gave her a nod, the girl standing on her toes to press a quick peck to your cheek before exiting the room and giving you both privacy.

You slowly limped over to the chair beside her bed and sat down with a huff, your body slowly sinking into the chair. Alicent had now sat up from the bed, scootching over to the edge closest to you.

You looked up to her and felt a surge of guilt and regret, your eyes moving towards the bandage sitting on her forehead. "I'm so sorry Alicent." You started, your voice trembling. "I wish it didn't have to come down to this." She didn't respond at first and you couldn't help but believe she was mad at you.

Within seconds she leaped from the bed and wrapped her arms around you. You heard her release a shaky breath next to your ear and felt tears seeping through your shirt. "This isn't your fault Y/n." She let go and sat back down on her bed, her hands coming to sit in her lap. You felt a few tears slip down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them off, shaking your head at her words.

"I-I didn't think that it would turn out like this, I'm sorry for your father's death." Your voice slightly breaking as you responded to her, head tilting down in shame. She reached out for your hand, her touch light and gentle and filled with reassurance. "Otto had made his choices, and they got him killed. He knew the risks and he paid the price." Alicent replied softly, giving you a sad smile. "To be truthful, my father had died the day he started plotting against you. He got killed by his desire for power, it consumed him." She spoke, looking down at her feet.

"You got hurt because of me, and that I feel responsible for." You softly replied, your eyes filled with sadness. Alicent sighed and ran her hands over the blanket on her lap. "I got hurt because of my own actions. I chose to confront my father, I knew the risks and still continued anyways." You looked up at her, her eyes meeting yours with sincerity.

"And I would do it all over again. You are one of my greatest friend's Y/n, my loyalty will always lie with you." Your lip trembled and you stood up, ignoring the pain shooting to your knee. You embraced the girl, Alicents arms immediately encircling you. The hug was silent, both of you exchanging your support for one another.

Once you pulled away you looked into your eyes, hers beginning to squint as she noticed a playful smirk growing on your lips. "So....you and my brother." You let a small giggle slip from your lips at her red face and she pushed you away with a playful scowl. You chuckled and sat down in the seat.

Both of you began to talk about everything, besides the last couple of days. You explained to her your time up in the far north, the dragon you had claimed, and even your love for Rhaenyra. She was thrilled to hear you had the same amount of concern for the girl while you were away. She had to hear her friend nearly lose her mind while she waited for your return. You even got her to answer why she found interest in your brother, surprised to learn that she has had her eyes on him for a long time.

"Wait, so how were you able to claim your dragon?" You froze at her words and leaned back, your hands folding in your lap. She looked at you with confusion, eyes scanning over your face. "I'm a bastard Alicent." You sighed and her eyes widened, her hand coming up to her mouth. She looked at you in shock, a part of her waiting for you to tell her you were joking around. When she saw the look in your eyes, she placed her hand on your knee and gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry Y/n." You nodded and bit your cheek, feeling rather embarrassed.

"So... does that make you and Rhaenyra related?" You choked, a cough shooting out of your mouth. Your mouth dropped open as you were at a loss for words. "W-Well." You started, your head moving around in disbelief. You had not thought of this. The girl in front of you bursted out into a fit of laughter, her hand coming up to stifle her chuckles. You felt your face heat up and you scowled, turning away from her. "It's not funny Alicent." You hissed, shaking your head in annoyance, though weren't actually upset. You were rather happy that she didn't care of your parentage. "At most we are just distant cousins." You mumbled, crossing your arms in front of you.

"Well, it's not anything new for the Targaryen's. They have rather queer customs." She pointed and you blinked at her, standing up from your seat and limping towards the door. "Goodbye Alicent." You grumbled, making her laugh even more. You flipped her off from behind your back and made your way back to Rhaenyra's room with a red face.

You pushed open the door, giving the guard a small smile. Rhaenyra sat with her mother on the couch, both of their heads turning up to look at you.

"Y/n." Her mother greeted, looking at you with a warm grin. You gave her a small bow and carefully came over to them. "Your grace." You greeted, gently sitting down next to Rhaenyra.

The queen watched you both interact with a knowing look and cleared her throat. "We would love to have a dinner tonight in celebration of your bravery Y/n, though if you wish to rest tonight, we will not hold it against you." You nodded and gave her a genuine smile. "I would be happy to join, your grace."

The three of you sat there, lightly catching up about the last three years. Aemma made sure to steer away from the fresh subject and praise your bravery for the battle with the Freefolk. After she took off and excused herself, returning to her quarters to get dressed for dinner.

That left you and Rhaenyra in her room. She looked at you with a loving look and you swallowed, Alicents teasing coming back and echoing throughout your head. "Rhaenyra, I have to tell you something." You started, fidgeting with her hands in your lap. She nodded, urging you to continue. She couldn't help but feel nervous, she had no idea what you were about to tell her.

"After I had claimed my dragon, my mother had come to me with news that had been.... kept from me." She listened to your words, eyes still trained on yours. Your palms started to grow sweaty, you were concerned that she would look at you differently.

"My father had slept with another woman, a Targaryen." You blurted out, watching as her eyes widened and she looked at you with complete shock. You both sat there staring at each other, the princess being utterly taken back. "A-And how does that make you feel?" She questioned with caution, scanning your face to try to see the thoughts in your head.

"Well...at first I was mad, I guess. My mother had told me, though I wasn't mad at her, more disappointed." Rhaenyra hummed, giving you the space to continue. "Though my father, he didn't say much." She saw the frustration in your features and grabbed your hand.

"I just don't want you to see me differently." She could barely hear the sentence, your voice coming out so soft and small. Her hand came up to your face and connected both of your foreheads, brushing her nose against yours. "I could never look at you differently my heart. I could care less what kind of blood you have in you." You smiled at her words and connected your lips, sighing as hers molded against yours. She pulled away, ignoring your groan as you opened your eyes. "Plus, it's nothing new, I mean my father and Corlys Velaryon had once talked about betrothing me to my cousin." You blinked at her words, your body growing stiff as you stared at your lover who told you she almost got married.

"I'm sorry what."

[chicken1sworld]

In another world Pt. 10

Rhaenyra x reader

Warning: violence!

The North was not for the weak minded. Tales of winter in the North were thought to be over exaggerated, simply just a jest.

Here the small group of men wearing green colors sat around a fire, holding themselves back from jumping in to seek warmth. The journey had been treacherous from the start, their bodies and clothes not adapted to any of the weather north from their home.

It was a miracle that they were all still alive, their lord had not warned them of the hardships they would face.

After being sent up to the North a few moons ago by Otto Hightower, the men set up camp near Winterfell. He instructed them to spy on House Stark as he knew you would end up returning soon with winter ending. Before they could even tell him of your arrival, they received a letter from a crow learning that Otto had already found out himself.

It was perfect timing for Lord Otto Hightower, his men's loyalty had been wavering the past few weeks. The soldiers began to question their wisdom of their lord's plan, the weather making their faith falter as they began to wish they had just stayed home. They were days away from packing up and heading home.

Once they had received the letter, they would do what they could to carry out their mission and get home as quickly as possible. They no longer had the energy to tread carefully.

It was the hour of the wolf in Winterfell, the starks all being abed. No one was aware of the horrors about to take place within the walls of the great castle.

The guards on watch duty were swiftly getting taken out by silent arrows skimming through the air, allowing for the traitors to silently enter your home.

You were in a deep sleep. Your mind had been so clouded throughout the whole day yesterday, that your body had instantly shut down once you hit your bed. Beside you was Nora, who currently had just woken up to the sound of noise from outside.

The dire wolf had gently jumped down from your bed, trotting her way over to the window in your room and scanning the area outside. She saw men running across the hallways and she instantly could sense the danger unfolding. Quickly backing up, the wolf made her way over to you and shoved her snout into your chest.

The growls of your wolf were enough to bring you out of your slumber, your eyes slowly opening. "Nora?" You groggily questioned, looking over to the rather frazzled wolf. You looked around your room and wondered what has gotten her so worked up, not seeing any danger.

The crash outside was enough to fully bring you to your senses, your head turning to the window in concern. You quickly rose from your bed and looked out the window, your eyes immediately noticing the men on watch with arrows stuck in their chest.

You were under attack.

You quickly tossed on your clothes, not bothering to throw on your furs. Grabbing the freshly sharpened axe and dagger, you descended down the stairs, making your way outside.

You looked around, your chest heaving out of anxiety. Twisting around in a circle as you looked for any sign of the people that had broken in.

Your eyes widened as you heard footsteps behind you. With a gasp you turned around to meet a man holding a knife up to your handmaiden's throat. Your heart dropped and you tightened your grip on your weapon, looking into the man's eyes.

You quickly noticed the Hightower patch on his clothes, and you clenched your jaw.

"Let her go." You warned, your voice filled with growing anger and warning. He let out a disgusting chuckle and held the knife in his hand closer to Arryelyn's throat, the older woman trembling in fear.

"Drop your weapon and come with us and none of this needs to happen." He yelled as the woman twisted in his arms.

"I'll kill you." You muttered, taking a step closer to the man. He blinked and stepped back, scowling at your actions.

"You have one last chance Y/n Stark." You looked to Arryelyn who had a sorrowful look in her eyes. She couldn't help but painfully smile at you softly, her lip already stained with blood. You assumed they had used force to bring her out to you.

You knew what you had to do, your life was not worth the death of your family's. You had no idea if there were more men or where they were in the castle right now. With a shaky sigh, you looked into Arryelyn's eyes as you began to place down your axe.

The courtyard of Winterfell was quiet, no sound could be heard but your breath and your heartbeat in your chest. The sacrifice you would make would be for your people, you swore your loyalty to them.

Just as you were about to place your weapon down in the snow, you heard the footsteps. The quick crunches in the snow behind you was enough to tell you that you needed to react quickly. You looked up to see the old woman calling out your name and in one motion you picked up your axe and swung.

The man behind you quickly dropped onto the snow, his hands coming up to his neck as you quickly sliced through him. You let out a breath and turned around, hoping to throw the dagger that had made its way in your hand towards the man holding Arryelyn.

Time slowed down as your body shifted, and you looked back towards the pair. Your arm dropped to your side as you watched the older womans eyes lose the light in them. The red liquid slid down her throat in streams and you slowly blinked, your body freezing at the sight in front of you.

You held back the bile in your throat and tried to hold up your legs from dropping to the ground. The sounds of her choking were enough to quickly snap you out of your state of shock.

It was as if you were no longer yourself. Your mind had disconnected from your body and your feet began to move without your command. Your face dropping and the tears freely flowing down your face. Your hand retwisted around the axe and your feet sped up.

The green soldier felt his heart drop, the look of pure rage on your face was enough for him to drop the woman on the ground and quickly prepare himself. You had not blinked since he had sliced her throat, and your gaze was set on him.

Before he could even swing his sword, his head was already rolling onto the snow next to him. You brought it back to your side and took deep breaths, looking over to the woman next to you. You quickly kneeled down, pulling her head up and holding it in your hands. Your lip quivered as you were brought back into your thoughts.

"A-arryelyn." You whimpered, wiping off the blood on her cheeks. She looked at you with wide eyes, barely holding on and you knew she was going to be gone soon. She shakily brought a hand up to your face and cupped your cheek. Your eyes closed at the contact, and you leaned into what was left of her touch. You heard her try to murmur a sentence and you furrowed your brows. Moving your head closer, you felt the wind of her voice touch your ears.

"B-be a dragon." She croaked out and you pulled back, your eyes clouded with tears. You looked at her in shock and watched as her eyes slowly shut.

She knew.

You clenched your jaw and cried out, pulling the woman to your chest and holding her close for the last time. Sobs left your mouth as you recalled all of the moments you had with her in your head. She was with you since you were a baby, you had spent your whole life with her by your side.

Suddenly the shock was back, and you felt your sadness be replaced with anger. Adrenaline flowing through your veins as your mind shut down once again.

You carefully placed her on the ground and trembled as you stood up. The axe now in your hand once again as you turned around and made your way to the door of the castle.

You were going to kill every last one of them.

Kicking open the door, you raised your axe at the multiple men running down the hallway. You lifted up your arm and swung, the blade cutting through one of them instantly. Since it was double sided you swung it back around and took out another one.

Blood coated your face, and you continued towards the last man down the hall. The weapon in your hand dragging against the stone floor, small sparks flying into the air from the friction of the metal. Ragged breaths escaped your lips as you looked at the trembling man. He grabbed his sword but faltered as you came closer.

Just as he was about to surrender and drop his sword on the ground you had already raised your arm. The sword cut through the air and his body dropped to the ground.

The sound of your axe scraping the ground was enough to bring fear into the bodies of the remaining men. They all shuddered as you turned the corner, your face remaining blank, but the state of your appearance made them realize that they weren't leaving alive.

The corpses of the Hightower men laid in the hallways of the castle as you continued to make your way until you knew every last one was gone.

Cregan had watched you walk by, eyes furrowing at your lack of reaction. You had quickly looked over at him before turning your head back and continuing. Following behind you, he couldn't help but turn around and look back at the hallway. He swallowed at the amount of fallen men and turned back to look at you, your figure already gone.

Outside the walls, a small group of men kept watch. They slowly made their way around and looked for any lingering guards. A small shake in the earth made them draw their swords, their bodies backing up to the walls of Winterfell. They all let out shaky breaths, looking at each other with confusion. It was too dark to tell what was out in the woods, fear creeping into their heads.

Just as they thought they were safe a low grumbling came from the large snowbank besides them. They all turned their heads in horror as the alleged mountain of snow raised up from the ground and a large blue eye looked at them with fury.

"Gods." One of them breathed, turning to run away into the woods. All of the men began to shake like a leaf in the wind. Their faces dropping as the giant creature opened its mouth and heat emerged out from its jaws.

In a matter of seconds all of the men had flailed around in pain, screams leaving their mouths as they met their fate with fire. Your dragon let out a deep roar from his chest, his wings raising up as the sound vibrated throughout the land.

He quickly took off towards the sky, noticing scattered groups of men beginning to linger towards the town just outside the walls.

The people of Winterfell had all woken up from their sleep when they heard the mighty screech of the dragon. Men assured their wives and children and grabbed their swords, running out of their houses and meeting in the streets.

They all spoke with confusion, wondering what was going on this early in the morning. From edge of the woods, they noticed a group of men lurking towards them. They wondered where the guards were but nonetheless were ready to defend Winterfell. As they grew closer, the Stark men gripped their swords and huddled into a small group on the outskirts of their houses.

"Who are you?! Why are you here?!" One of the men shouted, looking at the green knights.

"We are from House Hightower, sent here for Y/n Stark." All of the men widened their eyes at the soldier's response, shortly their gaze hardened after. They dare threaten their queen.

Just as they were about to charge, they felt the air pick up and they watched as your white dragon swooped in, unleashing a wave of flames onto the group of traitors. They stood there in awe, looking up at the dragon who circled around and made its way back around. The men jumping back when he had landed.

Malyx made his way towards the men who stood outside of the town.

The man who seemed to take leadership, the same man who was the first to kneel to you, slowly walked up to the dragon. Malyx lowered his head and pushed it towards the man. The smith let out breathy laugh and reached out his gloved hand towards the dragon, running his hand across his snout.

Those who were weary of your new companion had now grown rather fond, if not loyal, to Malyx.

Your dragon quickly soared back up to the sky, flying over Winterfell and looking for any other groups of men.

Back in the halls of the castle, you turned your head when you heard your mother scream. The heart wrenching sound cut through your chest like a sharp blade. Your pulse quickened along with the pace you were moving.

You started to sprint through the castle, your boots pounding off the stone floor. The breaths leaving your mouth were ragged and your pace grew faster with each step.

You quickly ran up the stairs of your family's quarters, running down the hall to where your mother and father slept. You heard the sound of furniture crashing against the walls and your mother's cries, your blood running cold. With the door already being open, you ran inside, your feet stopping as you watched the scene in front of you.

Your father was in combat with one of the Hightower men, his sword clashing against the other mans. You looked over to your mother, her eyes widening at the state of you. Blood coated your face and your hair, to her you were almost unrecognizable. Your chest heaved up and down, reaching your hand out to pull your mother to your corner of the room.

Just as you were about to help your father fight, you watched as the other man kicked your father across the room, his sword sliding to the other side of the room. You immediately raised your axe and went to take out the traitor, but you stopped in your tracks. He quickly grabbed the Stark man and held him up to the window, holding him outside.

Yet again you were put in position where all you could do was watch. Though this time the soldier didn't say anything and gave you no choice, watching you with a menacing smirk as he pushed your father out the window.

Cregan flew through the doorway, watching as his father let out a gasp and disappeared in front of all of them. The sound of his body hitting the ground making all of them flinch. He quickly wrapped his arms around his mother and looked towards his sister who was looking at the green soldier with an unpredictable look.

"Oops." Your eye twitched at his response and your hand instantly moved, your dagger piercing into his stomach within seconds. He let out a sound of pain and grasped onto the blade, trying to pull it out of him. You made your way over to him and picked him up by his collar, taking him over to the table next to you and slamming his head on it. You repeated your actions until you felt your brother come up from behind you, pulling you into his arms.

You felt his body shake from sobs but all you did was stand stiffly. With a shaky breath, you pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. "Secure the castle." Returning to the corpse of the Hightower man, you pulled out your dagger and replaced back into its holder.

With that, you began to walk out of the room, one name echoing throughout your mind. You gave a quick glance to your mother before fully leaving and made your way down the hall.

Checking each floor for any attackers that could still be wandering around, you went outside once you believed it was clear. Your feet brought you over to where your father had landed, much to your surprise you saw him cough and turn his head over to you.

You quickly ran over to him, kneeling down and gripping his hand. He heaved, letting out a few heavy coughs. His hand squeezed yours and he looked into your eyes.

"Father." You breathed, inspecting his body and seeing his legs twisted in a way they weren't supposed to be. "My daughter." He shakily replied and you painfully swallowed, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a gentle peck on it.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, your voice cracking at the end. He shook his head and looked at you with loving eyes. "I'm okay, I will be okay." He reassured and you looked up when you saw the Grand Maester come running out of the castle. He quickly ran over and got onto the ground with your father, inspecting his injuries. His limbs were broken but with a miracle he survived.

You went to go stand up but felt a tug at your hand, your attention turning back to your father.

"I love you Y/n." After that his eyes slowly shut, his body passing out from the amount of pain he was in. Your lip quivered and you looked over to the maester, the man explaining that he was going to be okay. Clenching your jaw you turned away, standing up and brushing the snow off your clothes.

Suddenly you had one idea in mind after looking around at all your fallen men and Arryelyns body who had laid in the snow. The remnants of the destruction caused by a man, the one man who dared to bring a battle to your very home.

You were bloodied and your body had ached, but he could never break your spirit. That was his mistake.

Your brother came outside, sword in hand as he inspected the scene in front of him. He sighed when he saw his father being carried away inside by the Grand Maester and other guards who had survived. The man's heart dropped when he noticed his mother's handmaiden on the snowy floor, her eyes closed as she silently laid.

Cregan carefully walked up to you, standing next to you and looking down at his feet.

"Winterfell is in your hands now, keep watch while until I return." His brows furrowed at your words, and he turned to look at you with concern. "Where are you going?" You didn't answer his question, walking away and heading towards the direction of the gate.

Your eyes trailed over Arryelyns body, and her last words repeated in your mind.

Be a dragon.

Your brother called out from behind you but you kept your steps sharp, continuing to the gates and pushing them open. Outside of the walls, your dragon was waiting, his wing already turned down for you. You gripped onto the rope that hung off his neck and pulled yourself up, swinging your legs over his back. He fluttered his wing's, and you grabbed the spikes along his back, preparing yourself to take off into the air.

"Sōvēs."

The residents of Winterfell watched as your dragon took off into the dark sky, a loud roar leaving its mouth. Everyone had finally figured out what had taken place within the wall of the castle. All of the citizens in the town coming out untouched, but the Stark family had taken all consequences from the attack. With your father injured, and your beloved handmaiden dead, everyone knew where you were going.

The horrific events had ignited a fire in you, the dragon that everyone has yet to see was breaking out from its years of being held back. The fire that could only be put out from the action of getting justice. The attack on your home, the terrors inflicted on you and your family, this was unforgivable, and you demanded retribution. Even if it killed you, you would die trying.

Malyx flew as fast has he could, the wind crashed into you and flowed through your hair. Your body only being able to stay upright and conscious from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

The flashing images of your mother screaming and Arryelyns pleads, your father's sword clashing with the attacker, Cregan's eyes as he looked over at you, the sound of your axe making contact with nearly three dozen bodies. The blood that coated you was everyone's but your own.

You were coming for Otto Hightower, a head for a head.

Brown eyes fluttered open, soft ringing filling the girl's ears as she groggily pushed herself off of the ground.

Alicent suddenly looked around, standing up with her hand coming up to her head. She felt the remanence of dried blood and suddenly the flashes from the night before replayed. The girl immediately felt sick as she knew the attack on your family had taken place, she was too late. She had gotten knocked out and now the light shinned through her balcony.

She needed to get to the king, or Rhaenyra. At this rate it didn't matter who, but she knew her father was currently making his escape. If she didn't find a way to get out, he would walk away a free man.

The girl looked around for an escape, hearing the sound of metal outside her door. The knight still stood outside her door, so she knew it was impossible to try to make a run for it.

The breeze from her open balcony door flew into her room, her hair flying up at the gust of wind. She whipped her head over and slowly walked over to the balcony. The drop was not terrible, but she wouldn't get up without a few injuries. With a deep breath, not even bothering to find a different way, she climbed over the railing. The bushes below her moved with the wind and would help break her impact towards the ground.

With one look up to the sky, she prayed to the God of the seven and pushed herself off. "Shit." She cursed, her body filled with pain from the impact and the sticks that pricked her side. All she knew was that she was alive and for her that was enough. Taking a quick look around, she looked for anyone that could help her.

The Lord Commander turned his head towards her and looked at her with concern, flying over to the girl.

"Lady Alicent! Are you okay?" He questioned, picking her up by her arms and placing her on the ground next to the bush. She nodded, wincing at the new pain in her ankle when her feet touched the grass. "I'm fine Lord Commander, I need you to help me." She breathed, looking up to him with urgency. He quickly nodded, scared and confused as to why the girl had just fallen from her balcony.

"My father had sent out word to attack the Starks last night. It has already happened. I had figured out and went to go tell the king, but he had Criston Cole take me to my room, I had been knocked out and only just awoke. My father should be on a ship right now in the bay. You need to get to the king!" Alicent quickly spit out, her chest heaving up and down. The knight gulped at her words and looked around, catching Maester Orwyle coming down the hall. He called out to the man and instructed him to take Alicent somewhere safe.

"I will get to him Lady Alicent." He replied, looking down at the shaking girl. She gave him a grateful smile and allowed Orwyle to lead her down the hall and into his own quarters.

Ser Harrold turned his attention back to the other side of the hallway and quickly began moving towards the council room, having just been talking with the king he knew where his whereabouts were.

He knew he shouldn’t have trusted that Cole boy. The way he held himself was enough to convince Harrold that he was not as reliable as he once believed.

The knight briskly walked, throwing open the council door and making the people in the room jump from the loud noise. The king looked up at him in confusion, standing up from his seat. Rhaenyra turned her eyes to the door and felt her stomach drop. Harrold looked at her with an unreadable look, but it was enough for her to get up from her seat as well.

"What is it, Lord Commander?" Viserys asked, walking over to him and looking at him nervously. The knight took a deep breath before answering his question. "Lord Otto Hightower has carried out an attack in Winterfell, according to Lady Alicent, she had found out but was locked in her room." Rhaenyra's heart began to race after she heard the words, her mind drawing blank. The news hit her like a heavy brick, and it slowly started to sink into her.

The air in the room grew cold, all of the members of the council looking rather grim at the news the knight brought.

"Where is Otto?" The princess mumbled out, her fists were clenched into fists on top of the table. Her gaze was turned to the knight, Harrold's heart breaking at the pale coloration of her face. "Alicent claimed that he had already boarded a ship, he shouldn't be too far in the bay." The king turned around and nearly ran to the window, looking out into the ocean.

Sure enough, a single ship sat on top of the waves. The Hightower sigil sewed onto the sails. Viserys gripped the windowsill and turned around, anger and betrayal swirling in his eyes. "We must act swiftly, this treachery will not be swept under the rug. Gather a group of men and send them after his ship. Return him to me...dead or alive!" Everyone's eyes widened at his outburst, the rather tame king completely switching into another personality that no one had seen before.

"I'm going to Winterfell on Syrax." She muttered, harshly shoving her seat into the table and making her way towards the door. "You will not!" Her father yelled, his eyes training on his daughters.

She whipped her head around with an incredulous look in her eyes. The king felt his posture soften at the his daughter’s reaction, tears were welled up in her eyes and her breathing was shallow. He went to go respond but decided against it, keeping his mouth shut and giving her a small nod.

The king knew of the anger surging through his daughter's body right now, it was similar to his but hers was much more personal. This was no political maneuver... this was a direct attack onto the Targaryen family and those they loved. Rhaenyra's gaze hardened at her father's unspoken answer and continued her way outside of the room, storming down the hall and bursting through the doors. As soon as her feet hit the dirt of the ground, she was running towards the horses.

Back in the council room, Viserys was pacing back in forth, watching as the ship began to grow smaller and smaller.

"Your Grace, I must go find Criston Cole. He was working with Otto, he could be a growing threat." The commander explained, opening up the door and stepping outside.

"Be safe Lord Commander."

The knight carefully made his way through the hall, turning each corner with caution as he searched for the man. His sword was in his hand as he looked around, his head turning in every direction.

All of his sudden, his eyes found those of the man he was looking for. Standing outside of Alicents quarters was Criston Cole, still oblivious to the fact that Lady Alicent was no longer in her room.

Criston instantly knew that his partnership with Otto Hightower had been revealed and he threw open the door behind him. Scowling as he noticed the lack of the girl's presence in the room.

"Give it up Ser Criston." The commander called from across the hall, making his way towards the man. "Fuck." The younger knight cursed, turning around and drawing his sword.

In a split second the two engaged into battle, swords clashing as they fought for dominance. Criston was a skilled knight, but the Lord Commander had more experience, and the rage in him was enough to give him extra strength. They went back and forth, both of them getting good hits on each other.

The older man felt his arm begin to grow tired and he started to focus on his defense. Criston took this as an opportunity and kicked out his leg from underneath him, the knight dropping onto his knees.

Ser Harrold's eyes widened, and he went to reach for his sword but stopped as he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked down and watched as Criston pulled out his blade, a smirk on his face. The commander brought his hands up to his stomach and applied pressure, noticing that the other man held up his sword and was going to finish the job.

Just before he could swing, Criston Cole felt his body bounce off the wall behind him. The sword in his hands was flung across the hall and his knees were kicked out from underneath him, arms holding him back as two individuals detained him. He twisted around in their grip, snarling at them with curses and threats. One of the knights backhanded him and his head twisted to the side, dropping down to rest on his chest as he lost consciousness.

Ser Harrold painfully stood up, his hand still holding onto his wound. He looked at the young men holding up Criston and gave them short nods, silently thanking them for their loyalty.

"We are at your service Lord Commander, what shall we do with the traitor." The tall one asked, shifting his arm and getting a firmer grip on the man that was out cold. "Take him to the dungeon, do not leave until I come send for you." They gave him small bows and dragged the man down the hall.

Ser Harrold felt himself start to get lightheaded and he limped down the hallway, knocking at the door of the Grand Maester. Orwyle carefully opened the door, his eyes widening at the injured man. He ushered him in, looking outside the door to see if anyone saw him before closing it and locking the hatch.

Rhaenyra jumped off her horse, instructing the guards outside the dragon pit to tie it up. She quickly dusted herself off and ran inside, instructing the dragonkeepers to hurry and get Syrax outside.

She looked around, her legs shaking and her palms growing sweaty. The girl felt frustrated that she wasn't there for you, she had no idea the state of you right now. Was your family safe?

She couldn't imagine the emotions swirling around in your head. The uncertainty of your safety was gnawing at her, she needed to know that you were okay.

The worries she had when you were fighting the free folk were nothing compared to the ones she had now. She knew of your bravery and your fierceness, but this time you weren't protecting the North, you were protecting your family from a direct attack.

The princess turned her body when she heard her yellow dragon let out high pitched growls from her throat. Syrax could sense the distress in her rider and ruffled her wings, walking over to Rhaenyra without the guidance of the dragonkeepers.

Rhaenyra quickly climbed up onto her dragon, settling herself into the saddle and making sure she was secure. With a quick command Syrax took off into the sky and let out a short roar, her voice echoing throughout the land of Kindslanding.

Before the princess could direct her dragon north, she remembered how there was possibly more working with Otto. She needed to get to her father quickly to tell him to work carefully.

With one quick motion, she pulled on the reins and turned Syrax in the direction of the Redkeep. She would land on the beach and run up from the back stairs, letting the guards outside bring the message to her father.

Syrax flew with a steady rhythm, her wings producing much more powerful strokes as she felt the urgency of her rider's purpose.

"Tegot Syrax!" The princess commanded, gripping on the reins as her dragon swooped down towards the ground. The feet of the creature dug into the sand, the force sending particles flying as the ground shook. She heard her dragon grumble from beside her and looked at the direction her head was pointing in.

A small boat with a group of men, the green coloring on their clothes giving off whose side they were on. The men that were pushing it into the water stopped when they saw the dragon hit the ground. Now that their swords were all out, Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel worried for her safety.

She watched as they talked amongst themselves, wondering what they were to do with the princess. It seems that they had made up their minds and they started walked towards Rhaenyra. Syrax let out a loud screech as an arrow soared into her neck. The dragon was not used to any pain, she was not one to fight in a battle. The princess looked up to her dragon in terror, backing up behind her and watching as they came closer.

"Dracarys." The words left her mouth in a whisper, but the dragon heard, her mouth opening with a screech as she unleashed the flames among the group of men. The princess watched in fear and tucked her head into her dragon's head, trying to drown out the voices that were calling for help.

Once the sound of only fire crackling could be heard, she pried her head away from Syrax and ran up the hill. She made her way up the stairs and called over the guards. They all ushered to her in a panic, wondering why the Princess was outside during these dangerous times. She instructed them to tell her father immediately of possible traitors in the keep, though she assumed that most if not all of them had just been burnt to a crisp by her dragon.

They nodded at her words and ran into the castle. She let out a breath and went down the stairs again, returning to her dragon. Syrax was trying to turn her head back far enough to pry the arrow sticking out from her skin, baring her teeth in frustration.

"Let me help." The princess spoke, running her hands along her dragon in hopes to calm her down. She grabbed the arrow and gently pulled it out of the dragon, Syrax letting out a small growl. The size of the arrow was a mere thorn to the dragon, which Rhaenyra felt grateful for.

"Let's jikagon naejot Y/n." She muttered, climbing back onto the creature once again. Syrax pushed off the ground and circled herself around, heading north. (Let's go to y/n).

Suddenly, from the sky the princess heard the call of a dragon. It's deafening screech cutting through the silence of the bay like a blade. The sound being so primal, sent alarm throughout her and Syrax, the two of them landing on the beach once more.

No other dragon riders were currently in Kingslanding, her uncle's dragon was with him. She spent enough time with the dragon to know that the piercing sound was not from him. She instinctively pulled on Syrax's reigns, holding on tight as they watched from the shoreline.

There was no sign of a dragon, the white clouds above had created a large blanket over the blue skies making it impossible to tell. She looked around for the dark colors of the dragon, not seeing any movement in the sky.

Further into the ocean, Otto Hightower sat smugly on a large ship. A group of twenty men alongside him, smuggling him back to Oldtown. He knew that the king has most likely found out by now, his traitorous daughter would have found a way to betray her father's commands. It would be too late for the king to send ships after him, and there is no way he would send his only child to fight on dragon back. She would be a fool to think she could take out a group of men, she had no battle skills and certainly no military tactics. She was a pampered brat, according to Otto Hightower.

Attacking the Starks was a risky move, though he had only hoped you learned your lesson. How dare you threaten him.

By the time you would even get to Kingslanding by horseback, Otto would be safely in Oldtown preparing an army to withstand any attacks from you.

The man was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard the blood curdling scream of a dragon. His face blanked and he stood up from his seat on the deck, looking up towards the sky. The crew on the ship began to murmur concerns, all of their hands coming to sit on the handle of their swords resting on their hips. There was no way Rhaenyra Targaryen was going to fight, and much to his annoyance he has heard the many calls of Syrax. The low pitch of the roar made him believe this wasn't a dragon from the keep.

Both Otto and Rhaenyra watched, eyes darting around their surroundings.

Back in the Redkeep, all of the council members, including the king and queen watched from the balcony. Having heard the mighty call of a dragon they moved outside, the couple wondering if their daughter was in danger.

Everyone had waited, all of them looking for an answer but there were no shadows giving them a sign.

From the castle, Otto's ship was slowly disappearing. The king's ships had just left and it would be a while before they could even reach the man.

The eyes of everyone widened as they saw wings flapping in the sky, another haunting scream cutting through the air. This time, it was one from a human.

A white dragon fell from the sky, its body cutting through the clouds and straight towards the Hightower ship. It swirled through the air; another loud roar left its mouth as it neared the vessel. The dark spot on its back allowed everyone to believe it had a rider, the large unknown dragon had already been claimed.

"It has a rider." The queen muttered to her husband next to her, looking at him with worry. He looked down at her and nodded, his heart pounding at his chest of what possibly could happen now.

Rhaenyra watched in awe, as she has never seen a dragon that quick yet alone with that coloration. It was white as snow, a beautiful creature. This was going to bring justice towards your attack in the North, she could care less who was on the dragon.

The dragon continued to spiral down, everyone wondering if it was going to crash in the ship due to the rate of its speed. Gasps filled the room, and the dragon just barely missed the ship, corkscrewing over midair and continuing to shoot back up into the direction of clouds.

Everyone watching the scene unfold in front of them with confusion, why had the dragon missed the ship. Before it ascended back into the clouds, they couldn't help but notice the lack of coloration on its back. The rider was gone.

Otto Hightower ducked as the large beast had flown over him, he stumbled and gripped the side of the ship. The vessel rocked back in forth in the choppy waters, the waves created from the power of the dragon's wings. He watched as his crew ran to respond to this sudden movement, preparing to abandon ship. The escape he had been so smug about was far away, it was no longer guaranteed. He cursed under his breath, looking up towards the dragon and seeing the riderless back.

He looked around with fearful eyes, wondering where this person could have gone. He quickly checked over the walls of the ship and inspected the waters, but below him was nothing but waves.

The gasps of his men were enough to make him not want to turn around. He heard the drawing of their swords he grimly turned around, his heart nearly exploding at the sight in front of him.

There, on the top of the deck, stood Y/n Stark. Your presence was almost nightmarish. Your hair was slicked back and coated with dried blood and sweat, your clothes torn and covered with grime and more bodily fluids. But what truly unsettled Otto was the look in your eyes.

You looked like a dragon.

Your eyes were slits, the prominent bags under your eyes and the snarl of your mouth showed Otto that he was not leaving this ship. The aura radiating from only your eyes could be taken as a warning, the smell of death falling over the ship.

Otto stumbled back as you tightened your grip on your weapon.

"You are outnumbered Y/n." He gritted, backing up into the wall behind him. You lowered your gaze, your lip twitching in fury. The man was absolutely petrified from your lack of words, and rightfully so.

Numbers had never stopped you.

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hey idk if you have ur requests open or not cause i couldn’t find anything that says that they’re not (or im just blind)

but if they are open can you please do a johanna mason x reader to the song stranger by olivia rodrigo specifically the part “your just a stranger i know everything about” like maybe instead of finnick dying it could’ve been reader or smtg like just an idea

no pressure at all if you don’t wanna write it it’s fine dw

I’m open to requests as of yet anon but I’ve got work so might take a while or I could have a random burst of inspiration.

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Stranger

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summary: Johanna arrives in Capitol after the war and finds out some horrible news.

wc: 3.2k

warnings: mdni, angst, use of y/n, character death, grief, not proofread.

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Watching from the sidelines was agony. If it were for that stupid Block Test, Johanna would be storming The Capitol with you, with Finnick, with the damn Mockingjay herself. Yet, here she was in the hospital staring at the white tiled walls. She didn’t know if you were okay or not and it drove her up the wall.

Communication between the group could not be achieved without interference from the Capitol. The ‘fallen tribute’ propo was played and it nearly caused Johanna to faint. The District 7 girl marched down to Beetee and demanded to know the truth. He had shown her the hacked camera system in the Capitol where everyone in the team had gone underground except for the guy that Peeta pushed into the tar.

She replayed the seconds of you walking by the camera near the middle of the group. You had held your weapon in your right hand and your left hand fiddled with the blue hospital bracelet that Johanna had given you.

You were still alive but heading deeper into the heart of Panem. It wasn’t going to be easy for you and the team. Johanna believed in you, after all, you were nicknamed the Career Grim Reaper as you ended the 6 year career streak between Enobaria and Augustus Braun. In your Hunger Games, you won with a scythe, chopping people’s bodies and head clean in half. With the added bonus of your taller than average height of 5’9” for a woman you could reach enemies from further. As for close range combat, beetee made sure you were able to retract the staff and have your scythe double as a sickle.

A few days later was when Snow lost all his supporters by bombing his own citizens. Johanna could care less, about them. They all deserved to burn in her eyes. He was captured by the rebels and Coin wanted all the victors to watch his executions. Alas, that event would come later as members of squad 451 were injured.

She was flown to the Capitol in a helicarrier with Beetee, Haymitch and Annie. Johanna nearly threw Annie out of it for annoying her. Annie’s nervous habit of biting her nails earned glares from the district 7 victor. Coin and her sources never told them who was injured.

When the helicarrier landed, the victors were escorted through the mansion. It was like the opposite of the rescue mission where she and Annie were in the hospital beds and Finnick and you were the ones running to them.

Annie started running first, desperate to see if her husband was okay. It made Johanna run behind her to try and find you. Annie barged through the door finding Finnick with a cast on his left arm and torso. “Finnick!”

“Annie!” He held her with the same intensity he did in District 13, the same passion on their wedding day. The kissed without a care in the world as Johanna searched the room.

Her heart rate picked up the longer she spent without you. “Where’s Y/n?”

Finnick turned over and gave her a solemn look with tear stains on his cheek. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“What are you talking about. Where is Y/n?”

Annie had pulled away slightly curious as to his answer of where you were. In Finnick’s mind, he was reliving the moment after the Quell, when you woke up on the helicarrier and asked where Johanna was. It broke his heart because in both cases, he would have to deliver a painful blow. “She’s- she’s dead. Y/n’s dead.”

Annie gasped throwing her hand over her mouth. The room ran cold and Johanna scoffed. “If this is your idea of a joke, it’s sick.”

“You know this is something I would never joke about.” Finnick replies and Annie begins to cry.

Johanna shakes her head. “No I don’t believe you. Just bring me to her. I want to see her.”

“There is no body Johanna. She was blown up.”

“She can’t have just left nothing!” Johanna yelled, tears threatening to fall down her face. “What about her weapon, a scorched piece of clothes. The hospital bracelet I gave her as a token. Something.”

Finnick’s face twisted in pain remembering your last moments. “Nothing.” He said with his shaky voice. Unlike Johanna, he let the tears start rolling down his cheek. Annie reaches over and wipes his tears.

Johanna glared at the lovers tender moments. Oh how she wanted that more than anything right now. After all you and her have been through, that much was owed to her. She pushes her feelings down with a deep breath. “Tell me- tell me what happened. Please.”

Finnick closed his eyes and winced. Johanna saw him thumb the small robe he had with him. “We escaped underground to rest for a bit. We woke to lizard mutts tracking Katniss’ scent but it didn’t matter, they ripped through anything that moved.

“We lost most of the district 13 soldiers before we decided to get out of the sewers. They had us at a choke point, we were surrounded and we had to go up an old rusty ladder.

“We were one of the last ones to go up. When I climbed. The mutts pulled me down by my shoulder and parts of the ladder with me. I heard the crack in my arm and I thought I was dead. Y/n saved my life, she killed the mutts around me with her scythe, threw me over her shoulder and ran. The camera crew shot at the mutts behind us but they kept coming.

“Y/n got us to another ladder and pushed me up. Pollux and Gale were there to pull me out of the sewers.”Finnick paused as he began to cry again. “I thought- I thought she was right behind me but all I heard was her screaming. She was nowhere in sight. The mutts had gotten to her and they were ripping her apart. Katniss blew them up and put Y/n out of her misery.”

Finnick barely finished retelling your last moments before Johanna stormed out of the infirmary. Her feet brought her to a room of glass vases and ceramic podiums. They must’ve had some significance to Snow but she didn’t care. Her breath quickened. She swiped at the glass and watched them shatter on the ground. She shoved the podiums over and let them crack.

Johanna rampaged through the room throwing and kicking anything that could break. The glass, the clay. She hated it all. You were dead only several hours before the war ended. It wasn’t fair, of all people, you didn’t deserve to die. You were good. Johanna fell to her knees, not caring about the broken glass cutting up her legs. She clumped a bunch in her hands and watched as the red liquid cascaded down to the floor. The red contrasting against the white marble floor as pure as snow.

Snow. Everything went back to him. Her pain, her losses: Her family, you. You. Your suffering. Your agony. Your death. It was all his fault. Johanna grunted in anger before turning from the room. She didn’t care if Katniss wanted to be the one to kill snow, Johanna had every right to kill him.

Before she could though, one of the training doctors saw her bloody hand and Johanna was taken to the infirmary. They were gentle with her and she hated it. Memories of defying the District 13 doctors swirled in her mind. She had refused to allow treatment in fear of it being a facade. She was afraid to be hurt again and you stayed by her side glaring at the Doctors who would cause Johanna to even wince.

The cut on her hand didn’t hurt despite the amount of blood coming through. The pain came from her chest. How it beat against her rib cage like it was trapped and trying to squeeze through the ridges and jump out of her body. Johanna even felt her heart beat in her throat and it made her nauseous. Her breath quickened as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

She stepped away quickly from the doctors, not caring if they hadn’t finished patching her up. Something overcame her, despite her hate for the Hunger Games, she went to the library where all the games were stored in the archive. Johanna cradled your taped game in her bloody hand.

There was a small lounge area with a television and the District 7 victor sat firmly in it watching your game. You were 16 at the time and besides the baby fat you almost looked the same now. The same muscular features highlighted your tall stature. She spent 3 hours watching you and your games and when it was done, she rewinded all the way to the beginning to watch it again.

Another reason for your nickname being the Career Grim Reaper was that you killed them all. You managed to join the careers and at night during your watch, The other district 9 tribute emerged from the bushes and together you slit their throats. The other two barely had time to react to the cannons before you sliced their heads off.

Your partner tried to get the upper hand on you when you shook hands but you quickly held him in a choke hold yelling at him to stop. He kept thrashing and managed to stab you in the arm. With great reluctance in your face and a quick apology, you snapped his neck.

The 68th Hunger Games was replayed a few times before someone came looking for Johanna. Being the stubborn and cranky woman she was, she stayed in the single seat, ignoring her stomach’s call for food just to see you. She could feel your spirit and your strength as if you were sitting next to her. It felt comforting.

The house maid brought her food at Finnick’s request and Johanna proceeded to ‘rot’ in front of the televisions. She only got up to use the restroom for the next week. Then a district 13 soldier came to ask her to a meeting. She didn’t want to go through the trouble of finding you tape again so she pocketed it.

She was greeted by some of the other victors, Finnick, Annie, Beetee, Peeta, Haymitch and surprisingly Enobaria. Katniss walked in and Johanna glared daggers at the mockingjay. That brainless girl was the reason you’re dead, but the death of her sister enough pain for her. She’d know the meaning of loss for the rest of her life.

President Coin gathered the remaining victors and with a short protest, Johanna found that Enobaria, along with herself, Peeta, and Annie, they were granted immunity. Shes still trying to to kill Enobaria, she was probably lying comfortably in her bed while everyone else fought for their freedom. She proposed a vote for a symbolic hunger games.

This was unfair. You were a victor you should’ve been there at the vote. It was your right. It was upsetting how you were hours away from a stop at this table. Regardless, in her anger and revenge she votes yes in hopes that Snow’s granddaughter gets reaped and he has to watch her die.

After the vote, came the execution. Everyone far and wide came to witness the death of a tyrannical dictator. Imagine being hated so much that everyone comes to witness your execution. Katniss broke her promise again! Instead of killing Snow, she killed Coin. Across the way, she could hear Snow’s maniacal laughter. Johanna clenched her fists and she felt the glass piece from last week cut her hand. The girl quickly pulled it out and flung at Snow’s head.

She watched a brilliant spray of blood and his laughter cease. People shoved her aside as they stormed to get their hands on President Snow. If he wasn’t dead from the glass in his face, he’d be dead from the crowd. Either way, he wouldn’t get the last laugh.

One of the guards, yanked her from the crowd and pulled her to safety. Yeah, protect the victor. Where was this level of security for you? They sent the victors back to their districts and before she got on hers, Finnick and Annie approached her.

“We know how much you love the forest, so when you need a break with watching that tape, eat something okay. We’re going to figure things out on our end so we can go to District 7 with you.”

“I’m not a child Finnick, I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t fight us on this. If I come over and smell the stench of rotting flesh I will bring you back from hell to kill you myself.” Finnick stepped closer to threaten her.

“Really? Threatening a victor?”

“Yes, how low of me. I’m not threatening a victor, I’m threatening my best friend.”

Johanna snapped her head at him as he used those words. If looks could kill, Finnick would’ve been in hell. “Don’t call me that! We both know Y/n was your best friend and I swear if you erase her…”

“She saved my life. I’m not erasing her. It’s just that she’s de- I can have two best friends.”

“No you can’t.”

“Okay fine. I’m threatening my best friend’s lover. I owe her that much, to take care of you.”

On the train ride home, she watched your game again. Feeling prouder and prouder of what you had done. Watching you at that young age, you were like a stranger to her. A stranger she knew everything about.

She knew your hobby which was beer crafting. She knew your family consisting of just your grandfather who passed away at the old age of 83 a few months after the 73rd Hunger Games. She knew how the rest of them died, your mom dying in childbirth and your father dying a couple months after from heartbreak. She knew about your spunk, any thought you said, you said without muttering. She knew about your habit, like how you’d pick at the skin around your finger nails or the way your eye twitches when someone chews with their mouth open. She knew of your fears, like your fear of the dark and being alone with no one to love you. She knew your favorite food, her own Marionberry pie with a bit of ice cream on the top. She knew the way you’d pick up the telephone by saying hello twice in quick succession. She even knew your fighting style and that you preferred close quarter combat.

After finding out about your passing she had yet to cry. Annie had cried, Finnick cried, Katniss almost cried. Hell even Enobaria cried. Her voice had broke on the phone a few months after returning home and she cried to Johanna. She just pulled the phone away from her ear and brought it back when she thought Enobaria was done. Alas, she was still in tears. Johanna managed a ‘there there’ and called it a day.

It wasn’t because she didn’t miss you she missed you everyday. She just couldn’t cry even if she wanted to. It’s as if she’s wasted all her tears before ever truly knowing you. She watched your games less and less throughout the years, and the Odair’s even named their daughter after you.

There were days where she couldn’t get up because of the heartache and then days like today she hadn’t thought of you so far. Finnick and Annie had their kids over for her birthday tomorrow and Johanna played with them as they splashed through the splash pad. Annie slowly got Johanna to be comfortable with the water.

She was turning 24 tomorrow and it dawned on Johanna that you never got to be 24, dying a few months short. You would never get the chance to be 24, 25, 26 and so on. She didn’t know what overcame her, before she knew it her tears fell out of her eyes torrentially.

Wiping at her tears, Johanna grew crazy when they wouldn’t stop. The time for crying was long over. It’s been over for 3 years. She was okay now, Johanna was sure of it. The weight of grief had lifted off her chest already, but now she felt it all. You were forever going to be 23 and she was going to be older than you now. The last time she saw you in person was when you told her you’d ‘see her soon’. She never got to see you again and anytime she conjured up an image of you, it was the 16 year old stranger. It was unfair.

She bit her lip to stop herself but the moment your namesake saw the glistening skin under her eye, her small hands shook the victor’s shoulder asking, “Aunty Jo? Are you okay?”

“Y/n I’m okay.” She looked into the child’s eye and burst into tears. Johanna pulls Finnick and Annie’s second child in for a hug and bawls repeating your name. The parents snapped into action when they heard the crying only to find Johanna in tears.

It was Annie that arrived first. Her daughter stood there confused and wouldn’t move when Annie tried to pull her away. Your namesake wrapped her arms around Johanna to let her cry. Finnick arrived shortly after seeing Annie pat her on the back. He mouthed ‘what happened’ to his wife but she only shrugged.

The couple were at a loss for words, but luckily, as parents, they knew what to do. They tried to pry Johanna from their daughter but she held on. It wasn’t until later at dinner when Johanna spoke up.

“I don’t want to celebrate my birthday.”

Finnick and Annie darted their eyes between each other and their honorary oldest child. “Why not?” Johanna mumbled her answer. “What was that?”

“I said I don’t want to be older than Y/n! I don’t want to be 24 when she’s stuck at 23! She had so much ahead of her. I’m forgetting what she looks like, what she sounds like. I miss her laugh. At this point she might as well be a stranger. I had no right to cry.”

“Everyone has a right to cry Johanna, we do it. Tears don’t make you weak and you can designate time to cry but it doesn’t mean grieving is over. It comes and goes. We tell our kids about Y/n, they remember her through stories. They practically know everything about her at least from what we knew of her. We keep her alive that way.” Annie tells as Johanna pouts.

“It’s unfair.” Johanna says.

“Auntie Jo.” Your namesake called. “Mommy and daddy say we live for the people who cannot.” Johanna smiles hearing your words echo throughout the Odair family.

“Yeah even if we never met old Y/n, it’s like we still know her!” Their son joined in.

That was who you are now, a stranger the people around you know everything about and although it has its sad moments you live on through memory.

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Surprise Plan

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summary: You and the fellow victors gather for a small get together last minute or at least that’s what you thought.

wc: 4.6k

warnings: mdni, alcohol use, use of y/n and l/n (your name and last name), brief nudity(topless), mentions of acrophobia(fear of heights), mentions of hydrophobia, unclear transitions between a memory and reality(maybe)

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You were frantically running around the house making sure everything was in order and baby proofed when there was a knock at the door. Johanna was cooped up in her crafts room for weeks but this knock sprung her to life letting her feet move on their own to the door. You had your hand on the doorknob when Johanna rushed to it pushing you out of the way and swung the door open to Finnick, Annie and baby Flynn. Finnick held his son in his arms as Flynn rested his head against Finnick’s shoulder slowly waking up.

You greeted the district 4 couple from the floor and reached your hand out to their kid. He reached out for you because baby Flynn always loved when you brought him to play on the textured quilt you made. Finnick gave you the baby bag before Johanna grabbed at Finnick’s loose hem and whisked him away to her crafts room.

She never let anyone in there when she was working on a project so when you looked at Annie, she gave a shrug and brought the tray of lobster into the kitchen. It was a feat that she kept them all alive from District 4, then again it’s Annie and she’s got the nurturing hand of a mother. She even hummed to them to get the lobsters to sleep before cooking them. You remember when you thought it was a joke but then you watched her and was absolutely gobsmacked when she balanced them on their heads. Their tails curled in and they stopped moving.

Johanna suggested that they should do that to baby Flynn and she was promptly never allowed to babysit him without you, although Finnick seemed amused by it and onboard with trying it out and even held Flynn upside down. Safe to say, Finnick slept on the couch that night.

Johanna woke you up this morning telling you that the other victors were coming over sometime in the evening and you spent the rest of the day cleaning the house. Annie and Finnick couldn’t have come at a better time because the mess was just cleaned, Johanna was usually good about keeping the house clean but it’s like last night after you went to bed, she purposely let a tornado run through. That was an overstatement she just rearranged some of the appliances but you hated when things were out of place.

Beetee had work in the Capitol but you were able to ask him about what time Peeta, Katniss and Haymitch would arrive. Right in time for dinner at 8 which was 4 hours away. You were bouncing baby Flynn on your hip, helping Annie with the vegetables when Johanna pushed Finnick out of the room hastily. He had stopped in the middle of the room with an awkward smile. “Wow Annie, you are so beautiful.”

You watched her blush while balancing a lobster. “Awwww cute. Flynn this is what you should be like when you grow up.” You held back a laugh before cooing.

“Ew, okay now move your fish brains.” Johanna said pushing Finnick.

You ended up helping Annie for the next few hours and especially with playing with Flynn. It had been hours since Johanna and Finnick left the cabin and you had no idea where they went. It was getting annoying since Johanna was the one who knew everyone was coming and didn’t bother to help.

Annie could tell you were getting stressed when you started running a hole into the ground with your pacing. She took Flynn from you and guided you to the sofa in the living room and ran her fingertips through your hair trying to calm you down though it was all for not when the doorbell rang and you sprang up to get it.

Right on schedule, Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch arrived at your cabin. You hugged them and heard some quacking behind them, Haymitch had two geese with him waddling in outfits. “Haymitch, what’s with the geese?”

“Oh yeah it’s for you and Johanna. Y/n, meet goose you and goose Johanna. They’re your we-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Katniss slapped him upside the head. Peeta came with the garlic bread and Katniss had a block of butter from a goat and she was going to melt some for the lobster.

You caught what he was about to say, there weren’t many words that started with those sounds and you and Johanna had an extensive conservation about marriage for the past three months. Your heart fluttered in your chest but you were still annoyed at Johanna for up and leaving with Finnick and not helping around the house especially when she knew you were going to have guests over.

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear, Johanna ran into the cabin almost out of breath with Finnick in tow.

“Where have you been?”

“I needed Finnick’s help with something.”

“For four hours?”

Johanna cut you off by flashing you and subsequently everyone in the room. You glared at her. You never liked that she was so open with being naked or in this case topless, mostly because you hated sharing but it did work, you shut up, looking at her with a smirk. It worked a little too well as Flynn made grabby hands at Johanna. “Milky!”

You laughed as Finnick threw a pillow at her to cover up. You guided Annie to the guest room with the long seat so she could nurse Flynn. You had Peeta help set the table for 7 and pulled a high chair from the closet that Johanna and you made for baby Flynn. She did the wooden frame and you flourished it with the cushions you made yourself. Much like all the other furniture in the house. You went back to the kitchen with Katniss.

“How have you been Katniss?” You made it a habit to check in on your fellow victors speaking to them through the phone as you sewed, knitted or crocheted something.

“Sometimes I think there’s nothing else to live for, without Prim, without my mom.“

“Yeah grief can do that.”

“Is this what it was like when you lost your family?”

“Like there’s nothing to live for? I mean I lived my whole life without them, but I still feel the loneliness of it. Some days I thought I had no purpose and I was better off dead.”

“Was that why you volunteered for your games?”

“Partly, I didn’t have anyone to grieve me but the little girl, Esther, she had a family, a place to call home. It’s crazy how your will to survive completely changes who you are. I was ready to die in that arena, but here we are. Things didn’t get better for a long time, I felt like I was stuck, I didn’t want to live and I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t want to go back to the girl I was before I volunteered. I couldn’t. That was when I decided I was ready to move forward despite my grief. Of course that’s the year Johanna won her games. I reached out to her and then she kept reaching out after that, at the most random times of the day too. I had to install a phone in all of my rooms so I’d actually hear the phone ring. She is the fire that lights up the void in my heart. Anyway, grief takes time Katniss. When you’re ready, the world will be too.”

You were too busy conversing with Katniss to notice Johanna watching you as she leaned against the wall with a giant smirk on her face. Following Katniss’ gaze you found Johanna and winked at her. She grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Ew get a room.” Katniss announced.

Johanna pulled away with a glare. “This entire house is ours, so if you don’t like it, you’re welcomed to leave Swamp Potato.” You felt her try to rush at Katniss but promptly held her hips.

“No, we are not doing this right now. Go sit down.” You pointed towards the table. “Now.” Johanna grumbled before dragging her feet as you kept your eyes on her. When she suddenly paused, you knew Katniss was doing something behind your back to aggravate your girl. “Katniss.” You said sternly. Johanna smirked and stuck out her tongue. All it took was a deep sigh for the two of them to stop their antics.

Haymitch who was looting your alcohol stash bellowed with laughter. “And this is why Finnick and Annie chose you to be their baby’s godmother.” You turned your glare towards Haymitch and the alcohol in his hands. He immediately shut up. “I’ll go sit down until dinner is ready.”

“I think you should.” You agreed with a nod.

Dinner was pleasantly quiet. Finnick and Johanna were sharing looks towards each other like they did in the Quarter Quell when they tried to hide the breakout plan from Katniss and Peeta. You had to pretend you didn’t see it and it was hard. Normally Johanna would be staring at you every chance she got, only avoiding eye contact with you when she had something to hide like that one time she accidentally unraveled the crocheted bunny you were making. Finnick was a little better tending to Flynn on the high chair to keep his hands busy.

Katniss slipped up once by saying marriage instead of margarine. Glares were thrown at her at the table as you mindlessly passed her the butter. Peeta ‘if it weren’t for the baby’ Mellark was an excellent liar but when the topic of cakes came up, you saw him tense when you told him that you loved the cake for Annie and Finnick, he choked.

Surprisingly enough, Annie was the best at keeping the secret. You had not expected it from your best friend having held her in her delirious state after her games and Finnick took to answering the interview questions. You were the first person who was patient with her, even scolding Finnick before the District 4 train left the Capitol to go home urging him to be more gentle with Annie. The Odair Family came over often after the war and with Finnick and Johanna being thick as thieves, you naturally became close with Annie. The woman was just enjoying her lobster the way she cooked them having no reaction to the word, marriage, ring or other related words. Though you could see her through your peripheral when she gave quick glances at you whenever you did something for Johanna and vice versa.

The tension was cut when the phone rang and you simply leaned back, balancing on your chair to reach for telephone. “Hello. Mason residence.” You watched as Johanna spit out her food. You always addressed the phone Mason and Y/L/N residence.

“Hi, Y/N congratulations on your engagement.” Beetee said on the other line.

“Oh that. Yeah that hasn’t happened yet.” You laughed. “I will send you the blanket as soon as possible. I’ve just been a little bit busy today.”

“Oh no I’ve ruined it. I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s okay. Call back tomorrow to check in okay?” You chuckled as the other hurriedly went dead.

“Who was that?” Johanna asked.

“It was Enobaria asking about the blanket I’m making her.” You nonchalantly lied going back to your food.

“I forgot that she existed.” Johanna mumbled. She had always been angry at Enobaria, mostly because of any of the victors left, you had once admitted that you had a crush on her. It never went anywhere of course but when Johanna found out, she grew a new hatred for the career woman. After the vote, when she had no fear of ‘being her weakness’ she pulled you by your collar as everyone was leaving and kissed you hard in front of them.

You were shocked at first but melted into the kiss as you could finally have her without hiding it. Finnick wolf-whistled as Haymitch laughed. Johanna would have taken you right in that room if you hadn’t had somewhere to be. You thanked Peeta for the reminder and held Johanna’s hand the whole way to the city circle for Snow’s execution.

Beside you, Johanna was muttering words you could barely make out. You heard words like love and forever as she continued to stutter her way through the speech you presumed would be the one she’d propose to you with. Her nervous habit of bouncing her leg became more apparent when she messed up and had to start over again. As you continued to pretend to listen to Finnick’s story about baby Flynn loving the forest and pointing at every tree you placed your hand on Johanna’s leg to calm her.

They loved to think they were discreet but you knew it was a segway to move the party outside to wherever Johanna was going to propose. You knew because Finnick stared at Johanna and even cleared his throat to get her attention. You also knew because Flynn couldn’t care less about the trees, the Odairs have been over enough times for you to know he liked the hanging deer toys more than anything.

You were at a cross between blurting out that you knew what was going to happen and seeing how long they would try to deceive you. Either way a little help wouldn’t be that bad in the long run. “Johanna’s lived here all her life, I bet she’ll know a spot.“

“I can take you all there.”

Everyone agreed to tidy up the dining room and kitchen before going to the spot. Washing the dishes was therapeutic for you, granted it would only be two dishes with you and Johanna’s plate. Now with 8 plates, you made Finnick help as Johanna ran outside chasing Flynn who was chasing the geese.

“Look at our babies.” Finnick chuckled.

“I think my baby is cuter than your baby.”

“No one is cuter than Flynn. Except for Annie.”

“Except for Annie.” You said at the same time he did, matching his mannerisms. He looked down at you shocked before you snickered. “Everyone has their opinion Finn.” You finished soaping the last plate and washed your hands.

“I’m going to tell Annie that.”

“No need. I can tell her myself.” You knocked on the window to get her attention outside and pulled the window open. “Hey Annie. Finnick thinks you’re cuter than your child.” You saw the red in her face.

Johanna who had looked up from the knocking said. “I hope you try to kiss her through the window and fall out.”

“She was so close.” Finnick told.

“To what? She was never the romantic type.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You shared a look with Annie and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Finnick. “How would you know that?” She asked. Finnick stammered before quickly changing the subject. That’s when it clicked, Annie also didn’t know about Johanna’s proposal. It made sense, she would have told you the second she walked in.

You might as well indulge your bestie. As the lot of you followed Johanna into the forest, you fell to the back and looped your arm around hers. “Annie, how are you?”

“Wonderful. It’s been so long since we’ve all had dinner together. I love it.”

You smiled. “I think you’re going to love it even more because Johanna is going to propose.” Your heart fluttered saying it out loud for the first time. It felt good.

Annie stopped and snapped her head towards you. “Are you certain?”

“Well yes Beetee actually called congratulating me on my engagement.”

“The one you said was from Enobaria?”

“Yeah.”

“So he knew?”

“I think they all do hence the gathering, the walk in the forest, Katniss saying marriage instead of margarine.”

“Aaaahhhhhh!!! Oh my god!” Annie jumped in her spot. Everyone turned their heads and you caught their questioning eyes.

“It’s fine. She just saw a giant bug.”

“I caught that too but didn’t think you heard because you just passed her the butter! Can I be your maid of honor?” She whispered.

“Um, do fish swim?”

Annie squealed and you had to shush her before everyone turned around again. “Is it supposed to be a surprise?”

“Oh yeah. They’re just bad at keeping a secret from me. I know them too well.”

The 8 of you continued your trek through the forest and slowly you remembered the forest around you from the times Johanna took you out here.

There was the small cabin with the broken window where Johanna disappeared to and proceeded to scare the living daylights out of you when you found her. It was scary at that time, but hilarious thinking back at it. “Hey Jo! Remember when you scared me in that cabin?” You yelled getting her attention in the front.

“You mean when I scared you so bad you fell over?”

“Yeah and then you sprained your ankle and we spent the rest of the day crying and laughing on the floor. Getting sticks in our hair.

“Good times.” Johanna smirked and you giggled.

The sun sent golden rays through the canopy spotlighting small areas of the forest floor. You forgot how beautiful it was out here, with the wind whistling through your hair and the leaves dancing in the air the sun There was a wooden info plaque in front of a young tree dated to the day you first kissed Johanna.

You had stopped at the 7th floor in the Capitol to comfort her after her tributes died in the bloodbath. Not many words were spoken but you silently held her hand as she cried knowing the feeling of losing your mentees for the first time. The hand holding quickly became engulfing her in your arms. The kiss wasn’t planned; your intention was to kiss her cheek as you left once she cried all her tears. Johanna had turned and your lips met for a brief second.

When you first found the tree after moving, you asked Johanna about it and that’s when she told you that whatever you had started on that day. You had a bigger impact on her than you thought initially. The tree was 5 years old now and already towering over you. You stood in front appreciating the pine tree.

Johanna strolled back to you with her hands behind her back, admiring you admiring the tree. “Enjoying yourself there?” She asked.

“You know, this was when I should’ve ran. You planted a tree the day we first kissed. It wasn’t even a real one.”

“It was real to me. It’s what got me addicted to your taste.”

“Obsessed much?”

“You’re the one that knitted a tapestry of me holding an axe.”

“First of all, it’s cross-stitching get it right, second of all, where did that go by the way? I feel like it disappeared.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but we can look for it after our walk.”

“Wait.“ You grabbed her wrist stopping her in her tracks. You found her jaw with your free hand and guided it to face you before kissing her. As you pulled away, Johanna tried to follow your lips. “Now that’s a real kiss.”

“I didn’t kiss you yet. It didn’t count.” She moved her arms to wrap around your waist and you slung your arms around her shoulders to deepen the kiss. Her hands traveled down your body to grope your butt.

“Let’s focus on the task at hand please.” Haymitch reminded as he grumbled.

Johanna got in a squeeze and started running before you could scold her. You couldn’t help but laugh at her childish manners. She and Finnick were the same. They’re children at heart but they have their moments of maturity.

Moments like this spot in the forest. You saw the glow in the forest and would have to admit that it got your heart fluttering. The last time you were out this far, Johanna convinced you to climb the towering trees and stay in the canopy. You were terrified of heights, hugging the tree like a koala, eventually prying your eyes open to appreciate the landscape. Johanna eased you out of your panic and carefully guided you down from it nearly two days later.

You were fine conversing with her throughout the day but the second you looked down, you tensed up and held the tree tighter. You weren’t convinced to come down until Johanna spotted storm clouds rolling in. It was when she was still fearful of water and threatened to leave you there because she would be rendered useless in it.

It was that day that she allowed herself to heal from her trauma, striking a deal with you that she’d help you with your fear of heights in exchange of being allowed to help her with hydrophobia. In the following months, you would both take steps to overcome come your fears. You could climb at least as tall as a house and be okay while Johanna was able to wash herself without cowering.

It was like a village in the sky, ladders and guard rails would keep you from falling and the fairy lights climbed up the wooden structure like vines. It was beautiful with all the gazebos with plenty of rooms.

“Wow. This is definitely a spot.” You sighed in awe. Finnick and Annie beelined it towards the swing as Johanna approached you.

“You wanna check out the gazebo?”

“Is it structurally sound? This was not here 3 months ago.”

“Are you doubting me?” Johanna feigns hurt.

“A little.”

“Finnick and I tested it. We’ll be okay.”

“Okay then.” You made your way to the ladder nailed to the tree and climbed up. Once the two of you made it to the platform, you caught Johanna’s smirk on her face.

“You’ve got a nice ass.”

“Thanks. You’ve got a good looking butt too.”

“I sure do.” Johanna smirks and you laugh continuing to walk through the treehouse. It was beautiful up here seeing the glow seep through the other trees. The bird calls slowing down for the night and the gentle breeze rustled the leaves. You looked down at the other victors and waved to them. “Do you like it?”

“I love it Jo.”

You continued to the gazebo where the sunflowers were blooming. There were empty bookshelves, a rocking chair in the corner and cushions on the ground over the tapestry Johanna said she had no idea was. Your heart fluttered over the idea that you would spend more time here with Johanna.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Johanna pat all of her pockets and relaxed after sticking her hands into her jacket pocket. She kicked the dust on the wooden platform. This was the moment and your heart rate picked up. The district 7 girl was muttering her speech again, messing it up and starting over.

You watched her for a few tries feeling your face warm up at the thought that Johanna wanted this to be perfect.

“Jo. I’ll marry you.”

“What?”

Your eyes traveled to her pocket then back up to her eyes. You crossed the small distance between the two of you and reached for her hands. “Johanna Mason. I know all this is because you want to propose.”

“How- was it Swamp Potato’s? I’ll kill her.”

“No. No need for killing.”

“Let be honest I knew something was up when I woke up and you told me everyone was coming over. I’m usually the one that comes up with the plans to hang out. My favorite meal, my favorite people, my favorite flower.

“Plus you were all running around like you had a secret. I was in on the plane to get Katniss and Peeta out of the arena remember. I know what you look like when you try to hide something. It’s horribly obvious.

“Also Haymitch almost said wedding gifts when showing me the geese. Are we keeping those by the way?”

“I don’t see why not. If they misbehave we’ll just eat them.”

You were around her long enough to not react to it. “Katniss saying marriage, I did notice that. And there’s also the fact that Beetee called to congratulate us about our engagement.”

“When did he call?”

“When I said it was Enobaria. Then there’s also you sitting next to me mumbling your speech to get it right. And let me just say, I would marry you with ring pop as long as forever means forever. You are insane and unhinged but deep down you have a heart. I’m so glad that I’m lucky to be the one who gets to see it, both literally and figuratively. Johanna Mason you are strong, smart, and a secret softie. You have no idea the light you bring into my life when you kept bothering me. I love you. You’re my life, you’re the reason I love waking up everyday.”

“Can you still act surprised when I get down on one knee?”

“Yes of course.”

Johanna hummed and pulled you into a kiss. “You were the first victor to ever reach out to me and make sure I was okay. It left a big impact on me to the point where I craved you. And hearing your voice on the other side of the line made my house less lonely. I loved that you picked up the phone before it even finished the first ring because it made me think that you wanted to hear me too.” You nod in agreement and Johanna’s smile widened.

“I was angry, at everyone, I still think I am but you always have the ability to calm me with a simple touch or even your alluring voice. You know when to hold me back from a fight and you know when to let me have at them.

“I want to do things with you like climb trees, lay in your lap as you work on your knitting projects, spoil Annie and Finnick’s kid, hike in the forest, cuddle, argue at each other until I flash you or until I have to sleep on the couch. I’ve already been through hell and back with you what’s a few more decades? Maybe even forever if You're up for it.“

You kissed her pulling her in for one. When she pulled away, she got down on one knee, and all her joints popped. She groaned as you laughed because your joints have been doing that since you met her. Her hooded eyes stopped you in your tracks. “I mean. Oh my god!” You acted covering your mouth in shock.

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes! A thousand times- pffft.” You laughed at the cheesiness of it.

“Finish it. I have to be on my knees for this. The least you could do is finish it.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Fuck me.”

“She said that too.”

Despite the glare Johanna gave you, you could tell she was holding back her laughter.

You cleared your throat, “Yes! A thousand times yes.”

Johanna finally got up and popped her other joints groaning in the process. You laughed and hugged her as she placed the emerald ring on your finger. “Not a word.”

“Shut up about your old lady joints and kiss me.”

“Say less.” Johanna hummed and kissed you passionately. “SHE SAID YES!!!”

You couldn’t wait for the memories you would make with your fiancee and your future wife. “I love you.”

“SHE ALSO SAID SHE LOVES ME!” Johanna announced. You held her face in your hands. “AND I GET TO KISS HER!” She held you tight and you didn’t mind if she never let go as long as you had her.

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Unexpected

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summary: Johanna Mason had a plan for the 71st Hunger Games but she never expected a budding relationship with one of the other tributes let alone a Career

wc: 4.4k

warnings: use of y/n, mdni, character death, angst, graphic violence, mentions of forced prostitution, swearing

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Everything was perfectly as planned. Johanna might have had a few bruises from the stunt she pulled at the parade but other than that, everyone fully believed she was weak. Even her district partner believed it, opting to sit with the other tributes. She credited her ability to cry on cue. Johanna was now sitting alone on the training center secretly observing her competition.

That was until a girl put her tray in front of her. When Johanna looked up she was met with the eyes of a career. God she hated them, thinking they owned the place. “Hi. I’m y/n from District 4.” Johanna knew who she was, this year among the careers, she was the top of the food chain. Your brother is the one and only Capitol Darling Finnick Odair.

Johanna stayed quiet hoping the girl in front of her would hurry up and tell her what she was doing here with her. The top of the food chain with the bottom. You didn’t say anything eating her food in silence. It was annoying the district 7 tribute, so she mustered up her meekest voice. “W-why are you sitting with me?”

“My brother won when I was 11 and he would take me out to sea to fish and train. It didn’t go too well with my classmates. They said it was unfair that I got to go on all these ‘field trips’. They were jealous and their jealousy quickly became hate.” What does that have to do with me? Johanna thought. “Anyway I know what it’s like to be an outcast. It’s not fun, so seeing you alone, I didn’t want that for you.” It was like you read her mind, answering her question as soon as she asked it in her head. For the rest of lunch you asked her about her life in District 7 and playing up to the weakling she was, didn’t speak, only opting to shake or nod her head.

Still, you found out a lot. First talking about your brother and then turning the conversation to Johanna’s siblings. She didn’t know what compelled her to tell the truth about them. Nodding when you counted to 4 and then again when you got the correct number of brothers, 3, which meant you knew she had a sister. Other things like her being the middle child, her age (17) and her favorite color (Green because of the forests) were discovered.

Johanna found out about your favorite color (blue for the ocean), your most prized possession was the conch shell you found at the beach, your relationship with Finnick, how he was protective and caring under all that bravado.

After lunch, Johanna fully expected you to rejoin the careers but you didn’t. You went to the weapons station and picked up an axe, which was not in the category of your specialty weapons. ‘Stabby stabs’ as you called it. She sat in the corner hugging her knees as everyone over looked her. For good measure, Johanna decided to cry again.

Through blurry vision, Johanna watched you with the instructor learning the basics. It was okay form and she couldn’t say anything without giving herself away so she turned her attention to crying again. It was its own workout. She buried her face into her knees and practically cried herself to sleep.

Johanna was woken up by you gently shaking her shoulder. You were sitting on your knees at her level. In a calm, soothing and oddly charming voice, you persistently asked her to join you for training. No was not accepted as an answer so Johanna was dragged to the weapons section. You picked up an axe and Johanna dreaded not being able to swing it around like she could. Oh god I’m going to have to pretend to be bad. She thought.

As soon as you instructed Johanna to hold it with 2 hands, she dropped it to the floor. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready.” She forced the tears to well up.

“No. It’s okay.” You consoled her with patience and shook your head helping Johanna lift it. She let you adjust her grip and your eyes lingered on her hands for a few seconds. You simplified your explanations after that and Johanna assumed you were giving up on a hopeless tribute from District 7 who couldn’t even hold their trade weapon but still being nice.

By the second day of training, it was clear you separated yourself from the career pack. Going to the survival sections and checking in on Johanna throughout the day retelling her about what you learned. Finnick got you in a habit of teaching him what he taught you saying the best way to truly know something was to teach to someone else.

The sibling-ship between you and Finnick was definitely stronger than her own relationship with her own siblings. You always had a story with him, like how you almost drowned him, how he let you drive the boat, or even the stupid dolphin sounds he made when a pod of dolphins swam next to the boat. You had your own whale speak that you demonstrated and gave Johanna second-hand embarrassment. She couldn’t have possibly shrunk any smaller.

Johanna wouldn’t lie, you were making her job a lot easier for her checking on her less and less throughout the day, quickly leaving when you couldn’t stop her from crying. God she hasn’t cried this much ever, her stomach was hurting to the point of nausea. To everyone else it looked like you were getting tired of her but she knew you better. You silently left a bottle with her name on the label of water filled with electrolytes so she could replenish the salt she lost while crying.

Johanna nearly had a heart attack when she saw your score after the individual assessment. An 11! Even after taking time to take care of her. Had you been prioritizing yourself, Johanna was sure you would’ve gotten a 12. Anyway, you did miles better than she had, earning the lowest training score ever at 2. Though according to plan, she couldn’t help but think about how you’d react to it. Were you disappointed?

During the interview with Caesar Flickerman, you addressed stepping away from the pack. “Oh those rumors are true. I don’t need them to win clearly with the score I got.” You flashed them a smirk that got everyone swooning over you. Johanna hated it, they didn’t even know like she did. They didn’t know that your favorite animal was a manatee. They didn’t know that you scratched your ear lobe when you were deep in thought. They definitely didn’t know that when you laughed, you place your hand over your heart. “And if that puts a target on my back, let them, I’ll kill them all.”

There was a flicker of darkness in your eyes and a venom in your voice that spread goosebumps over Johanna’s arms. The way you looked into the camera was like you were talking to her specifically. A horrible thought surfaced in her head. You were at the top of the tributes, you could easily feign kindness and kill her. It wasn’t ridiculous, after all, she herself was acting. It never occurred to her that someone else could be acting because at the end of the game, there would only be one victor. When the games started she needed to get away from you.

Johanna focused on herself, trying to speak about her family but then burst into tears again. She spent the rest of her interview time crying. It was getting old, even Johanna herself was getting tired of it by now. Blight was there to retrieve her after it and handed her a water bottle. “It’s from the District 4 girl.”

“Y/n.” She whispered, Johanna felt her heart tighten in her chest. Why am I feeling this way? She pushed it away, these were her cards and now all there was left to do was wait.

The arena was mountainous and rocky with patches of trees. When Johanna rose into it, she saw the cornucopia, and in the center, was a battle axe. You were six podiums to her left and when she found you, you were already looking at her. The moment the gong sounded, Johanna stumbled off her podium and ran toward the trees. She needed to get away from the bloodbath.

Just before reaching the tree line, Johanna dared to turn back. She saw you in the center dodging an attack from someone and grabbing a knife from the pile to slit their throats. You grabbed a harpoon, and a couple more knives before slinging a backpack over your shoulder. You made eye contact with her across the way before darting your eyes towards your left and her right.

When Johanna followed your gaze, she found the District 2 girl running towards her with a sword. Before she could even be close enough to start swinging the sword, a barbed dart flew into her head and her whole body jerked back to the ground as her head snapped. You gathered the rope around your arm and pulled the harpoon out of the dead Career. Johanna stood frozen, the center of the cornucopia and the edge of the tree line was at least 100ft and you just killed the career easily while she was moving.

“Go.” You said putting your hand on her shoulder and forcing her to run. “GO!” Johanna didn’t need to be told twice, and ran through the trees. Dodging and weaving were second nature to Johanna especially either all the tree farms. You followed closely behind for a while until you found a small cave, skidding to a stop. “Johanna! Over here!” Johanna was panicking. She just ran so fast for so long people would clearly start being suspicious. The District 7 resorted to dry heaving. “Oh. Oh man.” You said, you grabbed her arms and placed them behind her head. “Open up your airway love.”

Johanna was fine, but something about the way you called her love made all of her pretending go away. “I’m okay y/n. I’m fine.” Well almost. Her voice still had the softness to it. For the night, you tried to fit Johanna and yourself in the cave but she were hesitant.

You had unpacked your bag before asking Johanna a question, “Jo. Come on what’s wrong?”

“What if you try to kill me?”

You gave her a glare under the flashlight. “Honey, if I wanted you dead, I would’ve done it by now.” That shut Johanna up real quick and apparently the entire cave too. She did not expect to be scolded. “Why did you look back? God you were such an idiot. You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“I don’t know.” She did know. Johanna needed to know you were okay but she wasn’t going to tell you that. “Why did you save me?”

“I do not want or need your obituary to say death by standing in the middle of a cornucopia bloodbath.”

Johanna wasn’t sure what your plan was. Didn’t you know that there could only be one victor? What were you going to do when there was only the two of them left? It seems to Johanna that you weren’t going to think about it until then.

She didn’t mind it, sitting all day in a cave might be boring but if she isn’t doing anything, Johanna’s conserving energy. You and Johanna shared more about your homes, you more than her since now everything was on camera. At night you sat quietly holding Johanna in the sleeping bag you shared, she was sniffling and you decided to glide your nails over her forearm.

On the second day, after a bit of hiking you found a large river and immediately jumped in after stripping. “Come in the water!” You laughed cupping a handful of water and drinking it.

“I don’t know how to swim.” Johanna replied meekly.

Your shoulders visibly dropped before making your way back to the shore. Suddenly you stopped eyeing something down stream. You squinted your eyes and Johanna watched you sink your head underwater only to surface 20ft away fighting a red splashing fish the size of your torso. You laughed as its tail whacked you in the stomach. With incredible strength you hoisted it between your arms and slid your fingers into the second gill and pulled. The fish stopped moving and you held it over your shoulders as you finally made it back to shore.

“Dinner! And breakfast and lunch and dinner again. For the two of us, I could probably last a few days. I hope you’re not allergic to fish Anna.” A small ding sounded and Johanna found a parachute floating right towards you as you were now gutting the fish. You paused for a second opening it to a full ice chest. “Thank’s Finn!” After cutting the fish into pieces, you and Johanna continued hiking finding another cave.

For the next couple of days, you and Johanna stayed in the cave only going out to get water. Johanna played her weakling part, clinging to your arm to not go. The compromise you came to was that Johanna would sit at the entrance with a knife and watch your back as you went to grab water.

On day 5, you told Johanna that since they were nearing the top 8 tributes, they would be interviewing family soon. She hoped her family knew what her plan was and made something up. You ran out of food this morning and told Johanna to not worry about you when you went out. It was only a few minutes you were out of site that a cannon sounded.

Johanna immediately ran out of the cave. “Johanna? Johanna!” She heard you call.

“Y/n!” She called back. You ran up the ridge to her. “I thought you-“

You pulled her into a hug shushing her. “It’s okay Jo. I’m here.” You stroked her hair trying to calm her. She spent the rest of the walk to the river clinging to your arm. The two of you made your way back to where you left your harpoon only to literally see all the water drained into the floor.

“What are they doing?”

“The Gamemakers are draining the river, probably to set up something to bring tributes together.”

“We don’t have to go right?”

“We need the water.”

“How long can we survive without water?”

“3 days.”

“Can we make it 3 days.”

“Yes but who’s to say the Gamemakers won’t wait 3 days to bring everyone together? When we’re desperate water.”

Johanna hated the Capitol. She hated being at their mercy. And she hated her plan right about now. The clueless weak girl that could do nothing could probably tap a tree for sugar and water by now if she had just showed who she was from the beginning and gotten that axe. But had she done that, she wouldn’t have you.

You and Johanna toughed it out waiting the rest of the day and the next before an announcement sounded. Attention Tributes tomorrow morning at the Cornucopia you are invited to attend. Each of you desperately needs something. That will be the only announcement. May the odds be ever in your favor.”

There hadn’t been a cannon since the scare cannon a few days ago. With the fallen tributes tribute that night, you figured out that besides you and Johanna, there were the rest of the careers, a boy from 9 and a girl from 11. You were stressed, Johanna could tell, you were fiddling with a rope you brought in as your token running your fingers through the grooves.

Hiking back to the Cornucopia at night was pretty easy since you and Johanna spent most of your time in cave. Johanna navigated through the trees easily, being from 7 and working in the tree farms, she had to know the way home or she’d become the forest witch’s food, or she was told. The two of you made it to the cornucopia in the middle of the night just after they played the anthem where no fallen tributes appeared.

In the night, neither you or Johanna could get some sleep knowing there were tributes around. You sat back to back and eventually you used Johanna’s shoulder as a head rest and she felt your soft breathing on her neck. Your right hand reached for her left behind you and you ran your thumb over the back of her skin. Johanna turned her head to look at you only finding that you were already looking at her with a sparkle in your eyes. She might’ve imagined it but your eyes were focused on her lips. Johanna felt a weird feeling in her stomach. Part of her wanted you lean in. That thought scared her so she laid on your shoulder. Johnna felt her face go red as she stared ahead to watch you 6.

In the morning, you gave Johanna a knife and told her to walk in front of you. The plan was to get what you needed and get the hell out of there. You stood with you back facing her as being the first people here meant you were the first targets, but she’s seen you throw. It felt like forever waiting for the feast but then Johanna heard a humming and saw the packs. Before it could even finish rising, Johanna grabbed the District 7 pack and District 4 pack trying to run away.

You held an arm out to stop her. Across the way were the four remaining careers. Johanna almost questioned why you didn’t throw your harpoon but then that would be taking your only weapon away. The careers charged towards them raising their weapons. You gripped Johanna’s shoulders as you strapped the backpacks onto her. “Run! You hear me? Run and don’t look back!”

She took off through the cornucopia but stopped when she heard a cannon. You were her ally and friend, she wasn’t going to leave, not after everything you have done for her. In the cornucopia, the battle axe from the first day was no longer there. There were smaller chopping axes and splitting axes that’ll have to do. Johanna picked them up hearing metal clash against metal outside.

She heard groaning that wasn’t yours and another strike that caused another man to scream. Then the dread filled her ears, she heard you gasp in pain fall to the ground with a thud. Johanna gritted her teeth when she heard the careers taunting you.

“Now that you’re as good as dead, your little cry baby is nex-“

Johanna put an axe in his face before he could even finish his sentence and before the other two careers managed to make sense of what was going on, the District 7 tribute had swung in their direction. The second one was barely lifted his bloody sword before Johanna literally chopped his head off.

Johanna saw red, hacking and swinging at everyone around her. The boy from 4 put up a fight but was so badly injured by you that he didn’t stand a chance against her. Back at the feast table, someone else had grabbed a backpack trying to run from the danger but Johanna threw the knife you gave her into the person’s calf. In one swift motion, she removed the axe from the career’s face and split this tribute’s head down the middle.

Blood sprayed on her face. When she looked up, the girl had wide eyes and tripped on the floor falling face first into the gravel. Johanna ran straight to her and swung at her shoulder. She was down but Johanna kept swinging until her body was nothing but a messed up pile of flesh and blood.

Looking around with a strong grip on the axe, she couldn’t see anyone else so Johanna quickly ran towards you. As she approached you, she heard a quiet voice congratulating her but ignored it. You were on the ground in your own pool of blood. The red liquid was flowing out of your torso and your eyes and her heart clenched. “Come on we have to go!”

“Johanna? You’re alive? You’re okay?” You choked out.

“Yeah I’m fine. Theyre dead. We need to go before the others come.” Johanna slings her arm over to carry her but you groaned at the slightest movement.

“Jo. Johanna! Stop! There’s no one left Jo. 22 cannons. We’re the last two.” Johanna was shocked she thought she was keeping track too but she must’ve lost count somewhere. Johanna realized the gravity of your situation. he should have told you she could fight. She could’ve grabbed an axe faster to help you. She might’ve blown her cover but you would still be okay. And you were, Johanna brought her hands to your stomach and pressed into it.

“Hey tell my brother I love him okay?” Her heart beat soared and she felt it in her throat when you said that. You were dying. She let out a choked sob.

“No. No! No you are not dying on me. You’re going to win this and tell him yourself.” She yelled.

“Love, judging by how strong your voice is, only one of us is on our death bed.”

No! Shut up! Stay with me. Stay with me please. Do you hear me? I can’t lose you Y/n!”

“You don’t have a choice Jo.”

She did have a choice. She chose to present herself as weak and now you were dying because she let you do all the work. You could’ve been a power duo, at least you wouldn’t have had to 1v4 the rest of the careers. Even though the careers had stabbed you, it was Johanna’s fault and for the first time since her reaping, she cried real tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and struggled to open your eyes to meet Johanna’s. “Don’t be. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I lied to you. I- I killed them all. It was all an act, the crying, the fainting, the training score. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” If she didn’t have tears streaming out of her eyes she would have seen the smug smile on your face.

You reached up to cup her cheek swiping the blood from it. You shushed her caressing her face. “You give them hell Johanna.” Johanna let out a whimper leaning into your hand as she pressed into you harder to stop the bleeding.

Something weird filled her vision, waves breaking over the rocks, Finnick’s smile, swimming with the dolphins, a field of wild flowers. The conch shell you liked to listen to after catching it.

Boom.

Johanna burst into tears and buried her face into your neck crying, leaving a trail of snot on your shoulder. She wiped the snot with the back of her hand not caring that she just smeared your blood on her face. Ladies and Gentleman the victor of the 71st Hunger Games Johanna Mason.

You were gone, just like that. You didn’t deserve it, you were a good person. She came in here with a plan and she never expected to fall in love let alone have an ally. She hated the Capitol and she is going to give them hell. They will regret taking you from her.

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Outside of the helpless girl act, Johanna proved to be a formidable district girl. She was known as strong, cunning, angry and after refusing to prostitution, extra angry.

Johanna was standing on an empty balcony swirling a drink around with a scowl on her face. There was no need to be cordial with everyone. She openly hated them and everyone praised her for her strategy even fooling a career. You weren’t just a career to her, you were an ally, a friend, her love. She cried all her tears for you, vowing never to cry again.

She heard the door click open and was about to rip into this person until she turned and came face to face with the familiar sea green eyes and tanned skin. Johanna didn’t know how much attention she gave to you and your features until now. “Finnick.”

“Johanna.” He said. The newest victor immediately back tracked on her vow. Tears welled in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. Here she was categorizing her feelings to love when it did not compare to Finnick’s pain. He practically raised you and it showed on his face, the half smiles and the bags under his eyes, his disheveled hair, though all the capitol elites found it hot.

He leaned against the same railing facing the opposite way to Johanna. He didn’t offer to talk, sitting in the silence was an Odair thing apparently, not that Johanna knew what to say anyway.

She settled for, “I keep thinking about what would have happened if I picked up the axe sooner. I might not have had an ally in her but she’d probably be alive. Some ally I was.”

Finnick had turned his body to her. “I thought Y/n was crazy for wanting to be your ally after the first day of training.” Johanna looked at him puzzled, thinking back to what she possibly could have done to get you to want her. She cried, you sat with her for lunch and you taught her how to use an axe. Well as much as you can teach someone who already knew how. “But I guess she saw something in you.”

“When she taught you how to tie a knot or any other skills, did you pretend to be bad?”

“Yeah. Why?”

It was the axe, Johanna remembered now, when you looked at her hands and then gave her less explanations on how to wield one. Of course, you taught Finnick skills he already knew so you could commit it to memory and actually learn it instead of forgetting it. “I did the same thing when she tried to teach me how to use an axe. She knew! She knew all this time and didn’t say anything about it. God! I should’ve done something to help her sooner.”

“You can’t change the past.”

“I fucking know that.” She was indebted to you. For keeping her secret, for trusting her, for protecting her. Always. “I just wish I could tell her how much she means to me.”

“There are so many things left unsaid. But wherever my sister is, I think she’ll know.”

[kassies-take]

I’m in tears!!!

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Cabin in the Woods

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Summary: After the rebellion you decide to move to District 7 to be with Johanna and help her through her hydrophobia.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: y/n/n = your nickname, mdni, mentions of hydrophobia, swearing, brief nudity, blood. a/n: getting tired of searching tumblr for Johanna Mason fics and not finding any new ones so I wrote one myself.

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The train pulled into the station and when the doors open, you’re greeted by the fresh smell of pine and the thick misty clouds. It had been a months since Katniss shot Coin and the victor’s were whisked away back to their district. You were from District 10, and used to live and breathe on the farm where you raised the cattle and horses. After months without a caretaker, some of them hopped the fence but most of them died.

There wasn’t much to rebuild in District 10 so you decided a change of scenery would be nice. More than anything, you wanted to see Johanna in District 7. You wanted to see how she was doing considering she refused any more help from the doctors. So here you were standing at the District 7 platform with a small pack of clothes on your back.

Finnick gave you her address and directions to her house since he’d been there for the victory tour as the mentor for the 72nd Hunger Games. When you had won during the 66th year, Johanna hadn’t had a house yet in Victor’s Village.

Making your way through the town was easy, most people far and wide had gone to The Capitol to see Snow’s execution, they were all still trickling back. The almost ghost town didn’t bother you, but a ghost house did. At first you weren’t sure if you had the right house but then you saw the horse figurine half carved from its stake and the many other figurines. As far as you knew none of the other victors had their talent as woodcarvings.

This was definitely Johanna’s house but it was as barren as when you had came home to your house. Musty and a layer of dust caking everything. Unsure of where she could have gone, you went back to the town where a few people were moving the logs around to help with the rebuilding. Someone must know where she went so you asked around. “Hey have you seen Johanna Mason? She’s a few inches taller than me, with brown spikey hair and brown eyes. She also permanently glares at everything.”

“Oh yeah the victor, she comes into town twice a week for food supplies.”

“She’s not at her house?”

“No she’s out west past the tree farms doing god knows what.”

“Okay thank you.”

All you had to go off of was Johanna was past the tree farms. The farms looked bad, the ground was uneven, the trees were uprooted and some of them had a chunk of the trunk blasted out, District 7 must’ve rebelled here, mirroring District 10 and the main work places.

At the end of the grid of trees, there was a trail between the bushes, at the start you found tracks that led further into the forest. It took another 30 minutes before you heard wooden logs tapping against each other.

Johanna was 10 feet in the air hanging with her legs wrapped around the tree and using the back end of her axe to hammer in the final frame log for her… whatever she’s building.

“So this is where Johanna goes after the war.” You say grabbing her attention.

“You know damn well why, I fucking hate that mansion.” she said swinging down to the roof of the cabin she built below the platform. “How did you find me?”

“Oh you know, I asked for directions and the guy sent me this way to follow angry gremlin tracks.”

Johanna rolled her eyes. “I have an axe in my hand right now.”

“You’re not a threat to me Mason. I can spit on you and you’d go into shock.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffed. It was mean yes, using her fears against her but Johanna needs the reality check and from experience, she takes you more seriously when you don’t coddle her.

“No. You can’t sweep it under the rug Johanna. Not this time, I won’t let you. It starts just like this, not showering, avoiding the rain. Soon it’ll turn to you not staying hydrated and I’m not letting you die.”

“So what? You’re going to stay here until I get better?”

“If that’s what it takes.” You felt it first, the cold drop of water on your hand. “Let’s go inside, you can give me a tour.” You offer your hand towards Johanna and she pushes it out of the way as she walks around the cabin to the front door. You see the hair on her neck stand followed by heavy breathing. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the door tripping on the steps of her porch and ramming into the door.

You winced watching her in pain so you moved to help her. As soon as you touched her shoulder she knocked it away again. “I’m fine!” She shouted. You could hear the pitter patter as the rain hit the leaves above you. You felt more drops on your head and looked up to feel them on your face. You loved the rain and if Johanna wasn’t going to accept your help, you’d at least enjoy it.

You reached your arm towards the sky smiling at the cool misty air. You hopped from the porch and ran circles around the tree spinning through the forest like a fairy. In the floor, you collected the pine needles and threw them into the air with a giggle, but you quickly turned your head to Johanna who sat with her back towards the door and her knees pressed to her chest.

The rain wasn’t getting to her because of the overhang but you saw the glistening under her eyes. Blood ran down her nose as well and watching her was like that 17 year old girl who cried through her reaping and her interview. Only this time it was real. You quickly stopped your dance and walked over to her, ignoring the squelching in your shoes. You crouched down out of arms reach from her. You wanted to hold her but you knew it would send her into a deeper madness because of your wet clothes.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you get to go out and dance in the rain and I can’t.” She whined. “District 7 is a rain forest, it rains majority of the days here and I can’t even step off my porch.”

“You’re right it’s not fair, but like I said, I’ll be here and I’ll help you every step of the way. One day we’ll be able to dance together in the rain.”

“It’s stupid. I know you’re fine but I-“

You waited for her to continue but her voice died out. “It’s not stupid Johanna. It’s completely understandable.” You reached your hand out to catch the rain and held it out towards Johanna. “Baby steps. If you wanna poke the water, go ahead. If not I’ll just sit here.”

This was a tactic to get the horses to trust you with a brush, holding the item in your hand and letting them feel the bristles of the brush for themselves before you grooming their hair. Johanna crawled to sit next to you. You heard her sniffling and saw her fingers shake when she brought it up. You never moved letting her dip her finger in the pool of your palms. “I can do this. It can’t hurt me.” She said to herself before plunging her finger in the water.

Johanna looked up at you like a child looking for approval and you returned a beaming smile. Your cheekbones rose high to turn your eyes into crescent moons. In all honesty you were proud she at least retained some things the doctor in District 13 taught her, like positive self motivation.

It seemed to click for Johanna that she actually touched water from the first time since The Block. “It’s a start. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Johanna let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding as she looked into your eyes. If you weren’t here, she’d have hid under her bed until who knows when, but in your presence, it was like a protection. Through everything you had gone through, you were still the same caring and patient y/n she knew.

“I’m going to change before I start catching a cold.” You stood up stripping off your jacket. The cold water seeping down your back and you left it next to the door.

“If I see any water inside I’m strangling you.”

You shook your head as you stripped off the rest of your clothes turning to an all too smug Johanna. “Happy?”

“Very.” She said checking you up and down. “It’s like your horses and the apples you give them when they do a good job. I touch water and you get naked as a reward.

You laugh at her comparison. You couldn’t even be mad at her, after all, you did treat her like a horse a couple minutes ago. If this was going to help her then you wouldn’t mind.

“Okay. I can do that only in private though. I am not getting naked at the market, when you run your hand through the produce sprinklers.”

“That’s better for me then. I get you to myself.” She opened the door and let you go in. As you stepped into her cabin in the woods, you felt a hand squeeze the skin on your butt and snapped your head towards her, her name on the tip of your tongue. Johanna threw her head back laughing at your reaction before walking past you and bumping her hip with yours. "Make yourself some tea, I've got tea bags and pine needles. Collect your own water though. I'll get you some towels and clothes to dry off."

What a day, from being on a train to getting naked in the middle of the forest. No matter what though, you were glad that the day was ending in the presence of Johanna Mason. After putting on her clothes, because you stupidly left your pack in the rain, the two of you cuddled under a blanket and enjoyed the warmth of the crackling fire.

[kassies-take]

I just remember that District 7 is in Washington and if I thought it you all do to: 🎵Hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa🎵

[kassies-take]

If You Annoyed Rosalie Hale

~Age 17 and human~

You: *barges into Rosalie’s obviously closed room*

Rosalie: *looks up from a car magazine* what do you want

You and Rosalie: *stares at each other*

You: *picks up BMW M3 Convertible model*

Rosalie: *glares and puts down her magazine* put that down

You: *throws it at Rosalie and runs out*

Rosalie: *catches it, puts it back and slams her door*

Esme: *from downstairs* Rose! Don’t slam the doors!

Rosalie: she started it!

~~~~~

You: *jumps down the last few steps*

Rosalie: one of these days you’re going to fall and I’m going to laugh

You: I hope you run into a tree

Rosalie: *snickers* you wish

You: wanna help me with breakfast

Rosalie: no thanks

You: *deadpans* can you keep me company then

Rosalie: *sighs and moves to the kitchen counter*

You: *takes out eggs and smiles* i learned a new trick to cracking eggs *breaks the egg on Rosalie’s forehead*

Emmett: *laughs*

Rosalie: *glares and grabs an egg* you got FOOD in my hair

You: it’s not like you can’t wash it *laughs and makes eye contact with Rosalie* Oop *ducks*

Rosalie: *throws an egg towards you and grabs another egg*

You: DAD! *moves arms up to protect your face and turns your body*

Rosalie: *grabs and throws a few eggs*

Carlisle: that’s enough *holds his hand out for the egg in Rosalie’s hand*

Rosalie: *glares and slams the egg in Carlisle hand*

Carlisle: (Y/n), Rosalie apologize to your sister

You and Rosalie: sorry

Carlisle: *gestures to the egg yolk and whites in the kitchen* clean this up

~~~~~

You: *driving Rosalie’s car in the rain* This was not a good idea. it okay you’re almost home *hydroplanes*

Alice: *freezes*

Jasper: Alice.

Alice: *looks at Jasper then Rosalie* It’s (Y/n) on that cliff turn

Rosalie: *speeds away and rips the door off her car* Hey

You: *whimpers* Rosie. I’m sorry.

Rosalie: *reaches to get you out*

You: *whimpers* It hurts

Rosalie: I know. I know. Just stay with me. *carries you to Carlisle*

You: *unconscious*

Rosalie: *enters the hospital* Hey. No. You’re not dying today okay! I need you! I need my sister! *crying with venom* who else is going to annoy me like you do

Nurse: we’re going to take good care of her

Carlisle: *holds Rosalie back*

~after surgery~

You: *wakes up*

Emmett: hey

You: where’s Rosie?

Rosalie: *on your right* I’m right here. *pushes your hair back and kisses your forehead*

You: sorry about your car

Rosalie: It’s just a car, I could always fix it up.

You & Emmett: aww you do care.

Rosalie: *rolls her eyes*

You: you know I annoy you in hopes that it makes you feel human

Rosalie: *smiles* thank. You can annoy me anytime.

You: great! Now can you get out so I can talk to Emmett about ways to annoy you

Rosalie: *scoffs*