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there’s not enough of felix in his murder attire on this site so here i am to deliver

So I get all of them then

A little gift

Chapter 5: The 72nd Hunger Games

Cato Hadley x reader

Warnings: sparing, weapons, blood, kills, violence, fear, dictatorship, it’s the Hunger Games lol

Word count: 2,989

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Cato's pov

Cato sat at the long dining table in the Capitol apartment, a heavy silence in the air. Before him was a breakfast fit for a king: steaming eggs, crispy bacon, fresh bread with creamy butter, and exotic fruits he had never seen in District 2. He picked at his food, his appetite dulled by the weight of the morning. Across from him, Clove was eating mechanically, her expression blank, but her fingers were clenched tightly around her fork. Brutus and Enobaria sat at either end of the table, watching them with unreadable expressions.

“Eat up,” Brutus said finally, breaking the silence. “You’ll need the energy.”

Cato forced himself to eat, knowing he would regret it if he didn’t. The food tasted like nothing. All he could think about was what was to come. The blood, the fight, the survival.

After breakfast, they were escorted down to the launch area. The hallways of the Capitol building were eerily quiet, only the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. When they reached the transport bay, a sleek, white hovercraft was waiting. A Peacekeeper checked their identifications and motioned for them to board.

Inside, the hovercraft was cold and sterile. Cato took a seat, Clove beside him. Across from them sat the District 1 tributes, Lucian and Selene, both looking as focused as he felt. No one spoke.

A woman in a white uniform approached, holding a small silver device. Without a word, she grabbed Cato’s arm and injected the tracker just beneath his skin. He barely flinched, only watching as she moved to Clove next. The Capitol always wanted to know where their tributes were. Always watching, always in control.

The hovercraft continued its journey in silence. Cato tried to push all thoughts out of his mind, but a pair of piercing eyes haunted him. Y/N. Was she watching? What was she thinking? He shook the thought away. There was no room for distractions now.

After what felt like an eternity, the hovercraft landed. They were led through a series of underground hallways, eventually being split up into individual preparation rooms. The walls were stark white, the only thing in the room being a chair and a large glass tube in the center. His stylist appeared shortly after, giving him a quick once-over before nodding in approval. There was no need for any touch-ups; the Capitol had already ensured he was in peak condition.

“Good luck,” the stylist said simply before stepping out.

Cato stepped into the tube, heart pounding. The glass slid shut around him, and suddenly, he was rising. The platform beneath his feet hummed, and he gritted his teeth as light flooded his vision.

When the world came into focus, the first thing he noticed was the rain. Heavy, torrential rain. Water pounded against his skin, soaking through his clothes instantly.

Then he looked around.

The arena was vast, stretching as far as he could see. It was designed to resemble a ruined city, overgrown with thick vines and vegetation. Crumbling buildings stood at odd angles, some barely intact, others completely collapsed. The ground was slick with mud and water, the streets filled with deep puddles.

But in the center of it all, standing tall and imposing, was the Cornucopia.

His pulse quickened as he scanned the golden structure. Weapons. Food. Supplies. He could already see the glint of blades, the handles of swords sticking out like a beacon.

Perfect.

He glanced at the other tributes, all standing on their platforms, drenched and waiting. Clove was to his left, her eyes locked on the Cornucopia with the same hunger he felt. To his right was Lucian, jaw clenched, body tense. Across the clearing, the weaker tributes were already shifting on their platforms, nervous, uncertain.

The countdown began.

Sixty seconds.

His muscles coiled, ready. His mind went blank, focusing only on the strategy he had been trained for his entire life. Get to the Cornucopia. Get a weapon. Kill anyone in his way.

Thirty seconds.

The rain blurred his vision slightly, but he didn’t care. He had fought in worse conditions before.

Fifteen seconds.

The sound of blood rushing in his ears was the only thing he could hear now.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The horn sounded.

And Cato ran.

Y/N’s pov

The moment the countdown hit zero, Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. The screen in front of her flashed as the tributes launched into action. Cato was the fastest. He moved like a predator released from a cage, his powerful legs propelling him across the wet ground. Rain poured down in thick sheets, making the ruined city arena look even more unforgiving. But Cato was undeterred. He reached the Cornucopia first, his hands gripping the hilt of a massive sword the moment he got there.

Lucian from District 1 was next, just a step behind, followed closely by Clove and Selene. The four of them wasted no time. While the weaker tributes hesitated or ran, they armed themselves and began their ruthless work. The Careers had trained for this their entire lives, and now, the bloodbath began.

Y/N felt her stomach turn as Lucian swung a battle axe, embedding it deep into the chest of the male tribute from District 7. The boy barely had time to scream before crumpling to the ground, blood pooling beneath him, mixing with the rain and mud. Selene, the District 1 girl, had a spear in her hands, and with perfect aim, she hurled it at the female tribute from District 5. The spear struck true, piercing through her stomach. The girl gasped, a horrified look on her face before she collapsed, unmoving.

Clove moved like a shadow, her knives flashing as she attacked. The female tribute from District 9 tried to run past her, but Clove was too quick. One blade to the throat and the girl went down instantly. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She had known Clove was lethal, but seeing her best friend kill someone so effortlessly sent a wave of sickness through her.

But nothing compared to watching Cato.

He was a force of destruction. A hurricane of power and skill. The male tribute from District 3 had made the mistake of grabbing a weapon, thinking he could fight. Cato didn’t hesitate. He brought his sword down in a brutal, swift arc, slicing through the boy’s chest. Blood sprayed, mixing with the rain, and the tribute crumpled, lifeless.

More tributes tried to flee. The girl from District 4 sprinted away, but Lucian was faster. He tackled her to the ground, pinning her before slitting her throat with a dagger. Selene cut down the female tribute from District 11, her blade quick and merciless.

Y/N wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. Every time she tried, her gaze was drawn back to Cato. His sword swung again, and another body fell. The girl from District 9, a desperate look on her face, tried to make it to the treeline, but Clove threw a knife that struck her in the back. She hit the ground face-first, unmoving.

Y/N's hands clenched into fists in her lap. She had known this would happen. Had known what Cato and Clove were capable of. But seeing it—watching them kill so easily—made her chest tighten painfully. She had trained for this, had sparred with them both, but there was a difference between training and reality. Between friendly matches and life-or-death battles.

Her mother placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, but Y/N couldn’t react. She was frozen, watching the chaos unfold. The Cornucopia had become a graveyard, bodies scattered across the wet ground, rain washing away the fresh blood.

Only a handful of tributes had made it out alive. The tributes from 12, 10, 8, and 6 had all fled, along with a few others from different districts. They had chosen to run rather than fight, and for now, they had survived.

Cato stood at the center of it all, chest rising and falling steadily. He wiped the blood from his sword on the clothes of a fallen tribute before looking up, scanning the area. Even through the screen, Y/N could see it—the wild, dangerous glint in his eyes. This was what he had been made for. What he had trained for.

He had never looked more like a victor.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. She should be proud. Cato was proving himself to be the strongest, just like she always knew he would. But all she felt was cold dread settling in her bones. Because the Games had only just begun.

And there was still so much more blood to be spilled.

Cato’s pov

The bloodbath was over, leaving only the strongest standing. Cato, Lucian, Clove, and Selene wasted no time. While the arena around them was soaked in blood and rain, they focused on what mattered—securing supplies. The Cornucopia was theirs. Weapons, food, medical kits, even survival gear. Everything they needed to dominate the arena.

Cato slung a heavy bag of supplies over his shoulder, scanning the area. “We should move before nightfall,” he said, his voice firm. “There’s a river nearby. We set up camp there.”

Lucian nodded in agreement, grabbing another backpack. “Good call. We’ll need water.”

They each took what they could carry. Clove stuffed extra knives into her belt, while Selene gathered rope and other essentials. When they had everything they needed, they left the Cornucopia behind, making their way toward the river. The rain had finally started to let up, leaving the ruined city damp and eerily quiet.

They reached the river within minutes. The water flowed steady and clear, reflecting the artificial sky above. The arena was a masterpiece of controlled destruction—half nature, half ruins.

Selene stretched, tossing her damp hair over her shoulder. “Not a bad spot,” she said, eyeing Cato with a smirk. “Guess we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

Cato forced a smirk, leaning casually against a broken pillar. “Guess so,” he replied smoothly, meeting her gaze. He could see the interest in her eyes. She was playing the game, just like he was. And that was fine. If he had to play along to secure sponsors, so be it. But she meant nothing to him. Only one person did, and she was far away, watching this nightmare unfold.

Selene stepped closer, tilting her head. “I saw you at training,” she murmured, dragging a finger down his arm. “You were incredible.”

Cato chuckled, making sure the cameras saw. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

It was all an act. He played the role of the arrogant, charming Career, just like Brutus had told him. He flirted, smirked, made sure the Capitol saw someone they could adore—or fear. But in his mind, all he could think about was Y/N. Was she watching this? Did she believe any of it? He hated himself for even pretending.

Night fell quickly. The rain had made the temperature drop, and a cold breeze moved through the ruins. The four of them sat in a circle, eating the food they’d claimed.

Then, a flicker of light in the distance caught their attention.

“A fire,” Clove whispered, her eyes narrowing.

Cato tensed, gripping his sword. “Idiots.”

Lucian smirked. “Looks like we’ve got more work to do.”

They moved swiftly, silently, weaving through the broken buildings. The fire was small, barely noticeable, but in the darkness of the arena, it stood out like a beacon. As they got closer, the voices of the tributes became clearer. The three of them—the male tribute from District 12, the one from District 8, and the female from District 3—had gathered together, probably thinking there was safety in numbers.

Fools.

Cato moved first. He was fast, silent, and before the boy from District 8 even realized what was happening, Cato’s sword was buried deep in his side. The tribute gasped, blood bubbling at his lips as he fell.

The girl from District 3 screamed, scrambling to her feet. Clove was on her in an instant, a knife slashing across her throat. She collapsed, choking on her own blood.

The boy from District 12 tried to run. He made it two steps before Lucian tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath his knee. The tribute struggled, terror in his eyes.

“Please—” he started.

Lucian didn’t let him finish. He drove his knife straight into the boy’s chest, twisting it before pulling it out. The tribute went still.

Silence fell over the ruins once more, except for the crackling fire and the sound of the rain dripping from the broken buildings.

Selene sighed dramatically, wiping blood from her dagger. “Pathetic.”

Cato stared down at the bodies, gripping his sword tightly. This was the game. This was survival. But for the first time, as he wiped the blood from his blade, his mind wasn’t on victory.

It was on Y/N.

And whether she was still watching.

Y/N’s pov

The screen flickered, bathing Y/N’s dimly lit living room in a cold glow. She sat on the couch, rigid, hands clenched together so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Her parents were beside her, silent, but she could feel her mother’s worried gaze flickering toward her every few seconds.

Caesar Flickerman’s voice rang out, smooth and theatrical as always.

“And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen, the Careers staking their claim! What a thrilling first day in the arena!”

Beside him, his fellow commentator, Claudius Templesmith, nodded. “Absolutely, Caesar. The bloodbath was nothing short of a spectacle. Our tributes from District 1 and 2 played their part well. And look at Cato! The way he moved, the precision, the sheer power—he’s a real contender.”

Y/N wanted to scream.

She had seen it all. Every brutal second. Every fatal swing of Cato’s sword. Every scream of the dying tributes. And worst of all, she had seen the way Selene touched him. The way he smirked at her. The way he played along.

Claudius chuckled. “And let’s not forget Selene from District 1! She certainly seems to have taken a liking to Cato. That little exchange by the river—well, I wouldn’t be surprised if we have some romance this year!”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“Cato’s got charm, strength, and let’s face it, the looks,” Caesar added with a knowing grin.

Her chest tightened as she recalled his interview. The way he had looked directly into the camera, the way his eyes softened for just a second before he uttered that awful, crushing word:

“No.”

No one waiting for him back home. No one who mattered.

And now he was flirting with Selene like it meant nothing. Like she meant nothing.

Her breathing grew uneven. She wanted to tell herself she was being irrational, that it was just a tactic, that this didn’t change anything. But the image of Selene leaning into him, the way he didn’t push her away—it played over and over again in her mind.

“Y/N,” her mother whispered gently, placing a hand on her arm.

She flinched. “I’m fine.”

But she wasn’t fine. She wasn’t fine at all.

On screen, the scene shifted to nightfall in the arena. The rain had finally stopped, and the Careers were gathered around a fire, eating, laughing. Y/N’s gut twisted as she watched Cato sitting next to Selene. He wasn’t smiling, not really, but there was something practiced in the way he spoke to her, in the way he let her brush her fingers along his arm.

She felt sick.

“Look at them, completely at ease,” Claudius remarked. “And they should be. They dominated the Cornucopia. They have the supplies, the weapons, and let’s not forget—Cato was the first to reach the Cornucopia, making a clear statement to the other tributes.”

“He’s ruthless,” Caesar agreed, shaking his head with admiration. “The way he took down the District 8 tribute—brutal. Efficient.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to block it all out, but the sounds wouldn’t stop. The clash of metal, the cries of pain, the sickening finality of death. And worst of all, Cato’s cold, calculated movements. This wasn’t the boy she had grown up with. This wasn’t the boy she loved.

Or maybe it was. Maybe this was always part of him, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

The thought made her stomach turn.

And then the scene changed again. A flicker of light in the darkness—a fire.

“Oh, this is a mistake,” Caesar commented. “A huge mistake.”

The Careers moved through the ruins like predators hunting prey. Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched Cato lead the charge, his steps sure and silent. The tributes by the fire never even had a chance.

The boy from District 8—dead in an instant, Cato’s sword cutting him down before he could react. The girl from District 3—Clove’s knife at her throat, gone in seconds. And the boy from 12—he begged. He tried to run. But Lucian ended it just as quickly.

The camera zoomed in on Cato’s face. His expression was unreadable, but his grip on his sword was tight. Y/N knew that grip. She had seen it a thousand times when they sparred together. When he was angry. When he was struggling with something he wouldn’t say out loud.

But it didn’t matter. Not now. Not when his hands were coated in blood and the arena had claimed him completely.

She stood abruptly.

“Y/N?” her mother asked, worried.

“I need some air.”

She didn’t wait for a response before stepping outside, letting the cold night air hit her.

Cato was alive.

But she didn’t know if she wanted to keep watching.

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Me…. I’m people

this is a face ppl go to war for #literally

What Bella actually saw when waking up with Edward in her room.

(I can confirm I was the book on her dresser)

Quiet everyone my shows on🙂‍↕️

Chapter 6: The Steel Winner

Cato Hadley x reader

Warnings: sparing, weapons, blood, kills, violence, fear, dictatorship, it’s the Hunger Games lol

Word count: 1,751

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Y/N's pov

The screen had become a permanent fixture in Y/N's life. Days blurred together as the Games dragged on, filled with blood and rain and death. Her parents no longer tried to pull her away. She trained in the mornings, listless and robotic, but each afternoon and evening, she was back on the couch, eyes locked on the television, heart clenched in constant dread.

Clove had still been alive until two days ago.

Y/N could still hear her own scream echoing in her ears—raw, broken—as she watched Lucian drive a spear through her best friend’s chest. Clove had fought like hell, refusing to go down, even after he severed her arm. She had taken his hand in the fight, cut it clean off in one brutal strike, her last act of defiance.

Y/N had collapsed to the floor, sobbing, her fists slamming against the wooden panels of her living room.

Clove was gone.

Clove, her best friend, her sister in everything but blood.

She was gone, and all that remained in the arena were two boys—both from the Career alliance that had ruled the Games like gods among mortals. Cato from District 2. Lucian from District 1.

Selene had died the same day as Clove.

Y/N had watched in numb silence as Cato finally turned on the girl who had flirted with him so shamelessly. It was brutal—Cato had lured her in with the same smile, the same charm she had used on him. Then, when she had let her guard down, he struck.

No hesitation.

A sword through the chest.

Y/N didn’t know if it was revenge for Clove or just a final shedding of the act. Either way, Selene died staring at Cato with confusion, her hands clutching his shirt as she fell.

And now, only two remained.

Lucian, bloodied, one hand missing, barely able to hold his blade.

Cato, wounded at the thigh and side, soaked in rain and blood, breathing hard, but alive.

Y/N sat forward on the couch, her heart in her throat, barely able to breathe.

"Here we are, folks!" Caesar Flickerman's voice boomed through the speakers. "The final showdown of the 72nd Hunger Games! District 1 versus District 2. Two of the fiercest warriors we've seen in years!"

Claudius chimed in, voice reverent. "Cato looks like a storm—calculated, deadly. But Lucian? He’s not going down easy. That boy’s rage is burning hot. This could end in any direction."

Y/N didn’t blink.

The arena—once a city, now reduced to broken buildings overtaken by nature—was a battlefield. Rubble and ash littered the streets. Rain fell in slow, steady sheets, soaking through Cato’s dark clothes as he stalked forward. Lucian stood across from him, breathing hard, swaying slightly. His face was pale from blood loss, his severed arm wrapped tightly in what remained of his shirt.

They didn’t speak.

They just charged.

Cato’s sword met Lucian’s in a violent clash of steel. Lucian’s eyes were wild with fury, his movements sharp despite his injury. But he was slower now, weaker. Cato’s injuries were severe, but his stance remained firm. He fought like someone with something left to lose.

The sound of blades rang through the Capitol broadcast. Y/N’s nails dug into the armrest of the couch.

Lucian landed a shallow cut on Cato’s shoulder. Cato roared in pain and slammed the hilt of his sword into Lucian’s face, breaking his nose. Blood poured from both of them. It was vicious, relentless.

Lucian screamed, charging with a final burst of strength. But Cato ducked, pivoted, and in one brutal, final swing, drove his blade through Lucian’s gut.

Time stopped.

Lucian gasped. His sword clattered to the ground.

Cato didn’t let go. He twisted the blade once before pulling it free, stepping back as Lucian fell to his knees, and then face first into the mud.

Silence.

Then the arena erupted into the sound of trumpets and cannon fire.

"AND WE HAVE OUR VICTOR!" Caesar’s voice roared, overwhelmed with joy. "CATO OF DISTRICT 2 HAS WON THE 72ND HUNGER GAMES!"

Y/N sat frozen, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

Cato stood over Lucian’s corpse, his sword shaking in his grip, his eyes distant and hollow. The rain soaked him, blood pooling around his boots. His chest heaved, but he didn’t move.

He didn’t celebrate.

He just stood there.

And on the screen, the Capitol crowd went wild, chanting his name. A name Y/N had whispered in the dark. A name she had screamed into her pillow. A name she had cried for when he walked into that arena.

Cato.

Victor.

But Y/N couldn’t feel victory.

She felt like something inside her had shattered beyond repair.

Cato's POV

The pain was gone.

At least, the physical kind.

Capitol medicine had seen to that in less than twenty-four hours. The torn flesh in his thigh, the deep slice at his ribs, the cracked bone in his shoulder—all healed. He stood in front of the mirror in the lavish victor suite, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit that fit him like it had been sculpted directly onto his body. His hair was neat, face clean. Too clean. Too untouched for someone who had just bathed in blood and rain and death.

He didn’t recognize himself.

Behind him, Brutus leaned against the dresser with crossed arms, sharp eyes tracking him in the mirror.

“You remember what I said?” Brutus asked, voice calm but edged with steel.

Cato nodded, jaw clenched.

“No mercy. No empathy. You won because you're the strongest. Own it. You show them anything soft—regret, pain, heart—and they'll smell it on you. And then they’ll use you.”

Cato turned slightly. “They’ll sell me.”

Brutus didn’t look away. “If they think you’re pliable, if they see someone the citizens will want to touch, they'll put you up for auction. Maybe not right away. Maybe they’ll call it charity, or a celebration tour. But it’ll happen.”

Cato’s chest felt like it was caught in a vice.

“And if I act like a monster?” he asked.

Brutus’s lips curled in a grim smile. “Then they’ll fear you. And no one wants to touch a monster.”

Cato looked back at his reflection. The boy staring back wasn’t seventeen. He wasn’t even human anymore. He looked like a weapon carved out of victory and vengeance.

“Got it,” he said quietly.

Brutus stepped forward, placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Good. Don’t flinch. Don’t smile. And whatever you do, don’t look sorry.”

The prep team appeared minutes later, dousing him in expensive cologne, smoothing out every crease, brushing invisible specks from his jacket. Then it was time.

He walked the gleaming halls of the Capitol studio with silent footsteps, cameras already catching his entrance. The roar of the crowd from inside the studio was deafening. They chanted his name—Cato, Cato, Cato—as though he were a god.

As though he hadn’t just killed 23 other kids to be standing there.

Y/N's POV

Y/N couldn’t sit still.

She stood with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, just in front of the television in their living room. Her parents sat on the couch, silent, the air around them thick with tension. The moment Caesar Flickerman appeared on screen, dressed in a shimmering emerald suit, her stomach twisted.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for—please welcome, the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games—CATO!”

The audience screamed. Lights burst across the screen. Cato walked out onto the stage like he owned it.

And in a way, he did.

He was beautiful in a way that made Y/N’s heart ache. But something was wrong.

His eyes.

They were empty.

No smile curled at his lips. No trace of the boy she had trained with, laughed with, spent the night with just days before the Reaping. He sat beside Caesar like a lion among sheep—cold, composed, calculating.

“Cato!” Caesar beamed. “You’ve had quite the journey! The highest score in training, you dominated the Careers, and now—you’re our champion! Tell us, how does it feel to be the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games?”

A long pause. Cato tilted his head slightly.

“Expected,” he said flatly.

The crowd laughed nervously. Caesar chuckled, brushing it off.

“Well, modesty certainly isn’t part of the package, is it?” Caesar joked. “Tell me—was there any moment in the Games where you thought, ‘this might be it’? Any moment where you were afraid?”

Cato leaned forward, one elbow on his knee.

“No.”

Caesar blinked. “No?”

“I’m from District 2. We train our whole lives for this. The moment I stepped into that arena, the only thing I saw was victory.”

Y/N’s breath caught. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

“I killed because that’s what I was there to do,” Cato continued. “And if I had to do it again, I’d make the same choices. I didn’t come to make friends. I came to win.”

Gasps and murmurs from the audience.

Y/N’s hands trembled. Her nails dug into her palms.

“Even with Clove?” Caesar asked gently. “She was from your district. She was your cousin and your ally.”

Cato’s face didn’t change. “Allies are temporary. I didn’t kill her, but if it had come to that, I would’ve.”

Y/N’s knees gave a little. She sat down on the floor without meaning to.

“And tell me this,” Caesar continued, voice more serious now. “Was there someone back home? Anyone special who you fought for?”

Cato hesitated.

Y/N leaned in.

His jaw tensed. Then he looked into the camera, eyes hard as granite.

“No.”

Laughter from some of the crowd. Others murmured.

But Y/N… she saw it. The flicker. The shift in his eyes.

He was lying.

He was lying, and it hurt him to say it. She could see it in the way he blinked a little too long, the way his hand twitched slightly on his knee.

He was protecting her.

Her heart ached in her chest, torn between pride and grief.

Caesar wrapped up the interview with charm and grandeur, ending it with: “Cato of District 2, the Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, ladies and gentlemen!”

Applause thundered. Lights blazed.

Y/N sat in the dark of her living room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

He was alive.

But he wasn’t Cato anymore.

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The Stormcloud~

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🃜 pairing : Caius × Female! Winx Fairy! Reader

🃜 fandom: twilight × reader , Winx Club x reader

🃜 summary: (Takes place during BD Pt 2) Reader is the adopted sister of Bella, but she has a secret as well. She’s not human, she’s a fairy. Charlie adopted her after Renee left with Bella, and as she got older she found out that she was a fairy. She spends most of her time at Alfea, but still manages to come see Charlie. Charlie knows of the supernatural world since Reader is a fairy, but he pretends to stay in the dark for all other supernatural creatures minus the fairies. And now her adopted sister is reaching out for help. (no use of y/n) (i left the fairy outfit up to you so you can imagine it however you want)

🃜 Word Count:4.1k

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When Bella moved to Forks she was surprised to not see her sister there. Well adopted, after Renee took her and left Forks, her father was heartbroken. He slowly worked his way up and became chief of police. And on one of his usual patrols he found a young child wandering out of the woods. The child was covered in dirt and her hair stuck up like she was struck by lightning. He quickly pulled his car over and bundled the child up in his jacket before putting them in the car. He had brought the child to the hospital,and stayed there for a few days as the child recovered. The only thing that the child could remember is her name, and her age. No one came forward to claim the child, and Charlie didn’t want to send her into the foster system so he adopted her.

Renee and Bella leaving left a hole in his heart, but it was slowly healing with the help of your presence. You grew up in the town of Forks and everyone loved you. You were the towns local sweetheart, and you were kind to everyone. And when Bella came to visit you made sure to make her feel comfortable. You grew close with her even though you were a little older than her. And when she stopped coming for the summer you were going with Charlie to California. As you got older you would notice weird things happening. When storms were coming, you were drawn to them. When they would come in you would be on one of the cliffs letting the wind blow through your hair. And when you would touch metal you would feel a small zap.

And then one day everything fell in place. Yo had been on the cliffs, your legs dangling over it as a storm brewed. As you watched the clouds move across the sky a bright light flashed beside you. You turned your head and beside you was a man, a beautiful man. He was tall with long orange hair and pointed ears. He introduced himself as Professor Palladium, a teacher from Alfea the College for Faires. At first you had laughed at how ridiculous it sounded until he showed you the proof. And then you were whisked away to Alfea after saying goodbye to Charlie. You were still home for the visits with Bella but she didn’t know the truth. It stayed between you and Charlie,who now new about the supernatural world on earth. You knew how dangerous it was from him to know the truths of other supernaturals so you both agreed for him to play dumb.

Since you were in the magical dimension with your friends, known as the Winx, you missed everything that happened with Bella. You weren’t there when James attacked her, when the Cullen’s left, her trip to Italy or the Newborn army. Even though you weren’t there Charlie still kept you updated on everything that you missed. And when you found out about Bella being drug into the supernatural world, you were pissed to say the least.

You were celebrating the defeat of the Dark Wizard Valtor when you received the call from Earth. Charlie had visited the Cullen’s after Bella’s honeymoon,and he found a newly turned Bella. He still pretended to not know anything as he saw his other daughter and was introduced to his granddaughter. He called to tell you everything that he found out, and not long after that call you received one from Bella. She was asking you to come home to visit her,and of course you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t know however was the predicament that the Cullen’s and Bella had gotten themselves into. And that leads us to where we are now. In a snowy clearing two groups of vampires are seen. On one side with the wolves were the Cullens and on the other side dressed in black cloaks were the Volturi.

"Aro, let us discuss things as we used to do.

In a civilized manner." Carlisle stepped forward and spoke surely and clearly.

"Fair words, Carlisle." Aro said. "But a little out of place, given the battalion you've assembled against us."

"I can promise you, that was never my intent." Carlisle said. Everyone watched Aro peek around him at Renesmee. Bella glared at him and held her closely.

"No laws have been broken."

"We see the child." Caius stated firmly. "Do not treat us as fool's."

"She is not an immortal!" Carlisle shouted.

"These witnesses can attest to that. Or you can look." He gestured back to Renesmee with his hand. "See the flush of human blood in her cheeks."

"Artifice!" Caius shouted back.

"I will collect every facet of the truth." Aro held up a hand to silence them. "But from someone more central to the story. Edward, as the child clings to your newborn mate, I assume you are involved." He held out a hand and walked a few steps forward.

Edward gave Bella a look and then walked forward towards the Volturi member's.

Aro took Edwards's hand in his own, cupping it, reading his mind. Aro's face went through a series of emotions, before he dropped his hand and looked over at Renesmee and Bella again.

"I'd like to meet her." He said intrigued.

Edward hesitantly turned around and gave them a look, telling them to come forward. Bella grabbed Renesmee’s hand and began walking forward with Jacob by their side. After a few steps she stops and turns back to where Emmett stood with Rosalie. Without a word being said he starts walking with them to where Aro stood with Edward.

"Ah." Aro said as we all arrived. The smile on his face was big. "Young Bella." He elongated her name.

"Immortality becomes you." Aro listened to the sound of Renesmee’s beating heart, and laughed his high pitched sound.

"I hear her strange heart."

Renesmee looked up at Bella and she nodded. Reassuring her it was okay. Aro bent down slightly looking at her. Renesmee slowly walked away from Bella toward's him ready to show him everything, just as she'd done so many times before. Jacob let out a low growl.

Edward and Bella tensed, standing together.

Emmett stood ready to stop anyone in who had any idea's on harming her.

Aro's hand, went out toward's Renesmee, but she stayed serious and looked up at him ignoring his hand.

"Hello, Aro." Her sweet voice came out soft and serious.

Renesmee slowly moved her hand toward's Aro's face, confusing him for a moment, until she touched his cheek. His face showed complete amusement.

"Magnifico." Aro said softly. His face once full of wonder and curiosity, turned sullen and he backed away from her. Bella quickly stepped forward and pulled Renesmee back toward's her.

"Half mortal, half immortal. Conceived and carried by this newborn, while she was still human." He gestured back to me, speaking every word slowly.

"Impossible!" Caius scoffed. Jacob began snarling as Aro whipped his head around toward him. Edward, quickly ushering them all back toward's the family behind them.

"Do you think they fooled me, brother?"

Jacob snarled once before walking back with them. Which the Volturi found amusing. Caius never stopped gazing at Aro and called out behind him.

"Bring the informer forward." The guard brought Irina forward and everyone moved closer with them. She gave a sorrowful glance to her sister's.

"Is that the child you saw?" Caius asked, pointing a finger at them as they reached the rest of them family.

Irina looked at the small family before looking at the ground.

"I-I'm not sure."

"Jane." Caius called out to her, for her to use her gift's.

"She's changed." Irina said quickly. "This child is bigger." Her voice filled with emotion.

"Then your allegation's were false." Caius stated.

"The Cullen's are innocent. I take full responsibility for my mistake." Irina looked over to her sister's, Tanya and Kate, mouthing to them that she was sorry.

One of the guard member's, lit up a flame.

Everyone stood still watching as the following event's unfolded before them.

"Caius, no!" Edward shouted, realizing whatever it was before them all.

Felix, stepped forward and swiftly, took Irina's head from her body. Caius grabbing the flame and bringing it down on her body.

"Irina!" Tanya and Kate screamed for their sister. The two blonde's ran forward screaming in agony at them.

Many member's of the group attempted to grab them. Bella grabbed Renesmee and placed her on Jacob's back, putting the backpack she packed on her. Emmett dashed after Tanya and Eleazar tried to get Kate, only to be zapped away. Garrett came up behind her and wrapped his arm's around her tightly. She was shocking him with everything she had.

"Blind them." Emmett said to Zafrina.

Both Kate and Tanya immediately stopped struggling as hard, given that they couldn't see.

"Give me my sight back." Tanya shook with anger.

"Tanya, this is what they want. If you attack now, we'll die" Edward walked over and spoke softly to her.

As they try to calm the two sisters down, a clap of thunder is heard and a rain shower pours over Irina’s burning body. The rain successfully puts the fire out before Irina can turn to ash. Everyone stands absolutely still as this unfold in front of them. The sisters now being able to see, can see their sisters body that was still intact other than a few burns on the ground.

“Now that just wouldn’t do.” You say as you walk out of the woods line, your boots crunching on the snow.

Bella breathes your name out in horror.

“I swear Bells I can’t leave you alone for five minutes. I leave for school and you manage to bone a vampire and make a little hybrid.” You say as you shake your head in mock disappointment.

“Who is that?”

“Why is there a human here?”

Murmurs are heard across the clearing as you reach where Bella is standing.

“Now where is my niece that Dad told me all about.” You say before spotting Renesmee on top of Jacob.

“Ah there she is. She has your eyes Bells, but I believe we’ll have time for introductions later. Now I believe I have a body to retrieve.” You say as you turn and begin walking toward the Volturi.

“Wait. You can’t-“ Bella says trying to stop you.

“Bells trust me I can handle myself.” You say before continuing on your path. Your eyes trail over the line of menacing vampires. You knew very little about the Volturi, but you were able to figure out who was in charge. They all had matching red eyes, but that was the only matching feature. Your eyes trailed over the leaders, the first one was a tall man with long brown hair. His face looked like he was full of sorrow, and could turn to dust at any moment. The next one was an average height man with long black hair, and a sinister smile. And finally the last one was a blonde man that stood with a menacing look, but that look changed when your eyes met. Something felt like everything suddenly clicked into place.Caius’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, his usual icy demeanor faltering as something unspoken passed between you. His jaw tightened, his expression a storm of resistance and disbelief, but his eyes betrayed him, beneath the veneer of control, they burned with recognition.

You mentally shook yourself, wanting to stay focused on the task at hand.

“So it seems you have brought another human into the midst Carlisle.” The man with the black hair says as you slowly get closer. You let out a snort at his words as you stop a few feet away from them.

“A human you say. Well sorry you big disco ball, but I’m not human.” You say as you lean down and begin to pull Irina’s body towards you.

“How dare you-“ Alec says as black mist begins to leave his hands, but he stops when Aro raises his hand. You continue to pull Irina’s body making sure to grab her arms and head.

“Not a human you say. That makes things interesting then.” Aro says with a sinister smile and begins to step closer to you but is stopped by Marcus. Aro turns to his brother who was holding his hand out towards him. Aro quickly grabbed his hand like it was made of gold. As the two were distracted you motioned for the sisters of Irina to come and get her body. They sped over and took the body from you both giving you appreciative smiles. You give them a small nod as they move back to the other coven’s beginning to put their sister back together.

Aro's voice broke through the suffocating silence, that filled the clearing.

“The soulmate string,” he whispered, the words so soft they should have vanished into the air, yet they echoed like a bell tolling in the distance. He let’s go of Marcus’ hand and they turn to where you stood, not far from them. Your gaze followed theirs, drawn by something primal and magnetic, until you saw it, a shimmering thread of light, delicate yet unyielding, stretching from your chest to Caius. The string pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored your own heartbeat, radiating an ancient energy that defied comprehension. Gasps rippled through the clearing as Marcus’s gift allowed everyone to glimpse it, just for a moment, a bond that transcended centuries, lifetimes, and even the laws of their immortal existence. The thread shimmered like starlight, golden and iridescent, before it faded from view, leaving only the weight of its presence behind.

The clearing stayed tense between the groups,and with you right in the middle. Carlisle took a few steps forward looking at Aro.

"Aro, you see there's no law broken here."

Carlisle stated, ready to have everyone go

home.

"Agreed." Aro gave a slight smile. He licked his lips and tilted his head.

"But does it then follow that there is no danger?" He took a few steps forward. "For the first time in our history, humans pose a threat to our kind.Their modern technology has given birth to weapons that could destroy us." He looked back to the Cullen’s curiously.

"Maintaining our secret has never been more imperative." His words as he nodded caused most of the guard member's to smirk, making everyone all frown. "In such perilous times, only the known is safe.Only the known is tolerable, and we know nothing of what this child will become. Can we live with such uncertainty? Spare ourselves a fight today, only to die tomorrow."

You take a few steps back closer to where your sister stood, your body tense and prepared to fight. Edward perked up after a second looking to the woods next to them, gaining everyone’s attention. Out from the forest walked Alice and Jasper, side by side.

"Alice." Edward said quietly.

"Alice." Aro gasped in excitement.

Alice walked by giving Bella a knowing look, and giving you a small nod in greeting.

But they didn't stop to stand with the covens.

They walked straight over to the Volturi side. Met quickly by Demetri, stopping them from going any further.

"My dear, dear Alice, we're so glad to see you here, after all." Aro said happily.

"I have evidence that the child won't be a risk to our kind." Alice stated, trying to push through the guard members holding her back.

"Let me show you." She held out her hand as she spoke kindly.

"Brother." Caius said unsure. Aro motioned for her to be let through. Alice pushed away the guard members and walked over toward's Aro. Demetri slapped Jasper face as he tried to fight to go with her. Aro grapped Alice's hand quickly, being pulled into whatever her vision was, and he looked almost frightened. Everyone stood in their places, untouched as Aro slowly removed his hand from Alice's.

A terrified look crossed his face as he glanced around at all the people before him. Edward smirked, knowing Aro was terrified of Bella.

"Now you know." Alice growled. "That's your future. Unless you decide on another course."

"We cannot alter our course. The child still poses a grave threat." Caius stepped forward talking lowly to Aro.

"But what if you were sure she could remained concealed from the human world?"

Edward called out to them. "Could we leave in peace?"

"Of course. But that cannot be known."

Caius called back to him with a scowl.

"Actually it can." Edward said softly with a smile. Alice walked away from Aro smiling. Two figures emerged from the forest, which Alice and Jasper had come from. It was a younger man and woman. They walked all the way up to Alice and stood by her.

"I've been searching for witnesses of my own among the Ticuna tribes of Brazil. " Alice spoke softly.

"We have enough witnesses." Caius spat.

"Let him speak, brother.” Aro hushed him.

"I am half human, half vampire. Like the child."

The man named Nahuel said.

"A vampire seduced my mother, who died giving birth to me. My aunt, Huilen, raised me as her own. I made her immortal."

"How old are you?" Bella stepped forward calling out curiously.

"150 years." He looked back at Bella and smiled.

"At what age did you reach maturity?" Aro asked.

"I became full-grown seven year's after my birth. I have not changed since then." Nahuel replied Bella looked back up at Renesmee , reaching out and holding her hand. She smiled down at Bella, still on Jacob's back.

"And your diet?"

"Blood, human food. I can survive on either."

"These children are much like us." Marcus said amazed.

"Regardless, the Cullen's have been consorting with werewolves, our natural enemies." Caius stated. Aro turned and placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.

Knowing what he had seen in Alice's vision, was not a chance Aro was willing to take.

Though, he had much more knowledge than before.

"Dear ones, there is no danger here. We will not fight, today." Aro said looking at the Volturi group. The outer part of the group beginning to retreat into the forest. As the the Upper and Elite guard begin to follow.

"We have them on the run. Now is the time to attack." Vladimir said walking up to Carlisle.

"Not today." He smiled happily at them.

"You're all fools! The Volturi might leaving. But they will never forgive what happened here." Stephan yelled. Everyone ignores them and you begin to walk towards your sister, wanting to officially meet your niece. The rest of the Volturi turn to leave when it happens. Vladimir and Stefan both speed towards you. Knowing that if they take you out then Caius will retaliate. Edward catches their thoughts and turns to you.

“Vladimir! Stefan! Don’t.” He yells, but they ignore him. They continue speeding towards you, but no one here knows what you are, well except for Alice and Aro who saw you in the vision. Vladimir reaches you first and his hand goes around your throat in a tight grip. Bella let’s go of Edward and speeds over to where Stefan was getting ready to join his partner. She grabs him by the back of his neck and slams into the ground, cracking as the vampires body comes in contact. The commotion behind them cause the retreating Volturi to halt and turn. Then suddenly and animalistic snarl is heard through the clearing, and everyone turns to the source. Caius. The vampire king stood there with fury etched onto his face as he sees his mate being held by her throat. He begins to take a step forward, but is stopped by Aro’s hand on his shoulder. He whips his head to his brother with a snarl. How dare Aro stop him from protecting his mate.

“Brother don’t. Just watch. Your mate will handle it.” Aro says calmly already knowing of your capabilities. Caius lets out on angry huff but turns to where you are. His hands clench tightly by his sides as he sees Vladimir’s grip on your throat.

“I suggest you let me go.” You say calmly your (e/c) clashing with red.

“Or what? You’re just a pathetic little human.” Vladimir says with a sneer as he grip begins to tighten. He expects you to cower in fear but you do the opposite and laugh. Dark thunder clouds begin to form in the sky strikes of lightning beginning to hit the ground surrounding the both of you.

“For the last time. I AM NOT A HUMAN. NOW ENCHANTIX.” You yell. A bright light surrounds you as you transform into your fairy form. Your regular clothes change in your fairy outfit that was a mix of black,blues,and silver. Your wings sprout out of your back, a combination of blue and silver. The storm clouds circle above the clearing as the air around you grows static. All of the vampires in the clearing look at you with awe and a little fear.

“You vampires really think you’re the most powerful supernatural creature. You think it all revolves around you.” As you speak you reach up with your hand,grabbing Vladimir’s arm, and fill him lightning. You could channel lightning into your body like Kate was able to.

“But here’s the thing. You really aren’t, I just fought a very powerful Dark Wizard before my sister called me. All creatures have weaknesses, and for you vampires its your cockiness. You believe yourselves to be invincible.” Vladimir’s hand falls from your throat as the lightning continues to pour into his body. His knees buckling causing him to kneel in front of you. You look towards Bella and you share a look with her. You tilt your head towards the Volturi as you grip Vladimir by the back of his neck. She nods as she realizes your idea, and the both of you begin to drag the Romanians to where the Volturi stand. As you both get closer Demetri and Felix break formation as soon as Aro nods. They meet you in the middle and each one grabs a Romanian holding them in front of the leaders.

You turn to Bella with a smile and bring her in for a hug.

“Go back to Edward Bells. You guys deserve to be happy. I’ll handle everything here.” You whisper into her ear as her arms come up to carefully hug you being mindful of your wings and her strength.

“Are you sure sis. They might hurt you.” She says her voice dripping with concern. You pull back with a smile and glance behind you to where Caius stood, his eyes glued to your form.

“I’ll be okay Bells now go be happy. And tell Wolf boy if he does anything to my niece I will drown him with rain.” You say, and Bella laughs with a smile.

“Keep in touch with me sis. I love you.” She says before speeding back to her family. Edward sends you a nod and a smile before the Cullens retreat with their allies. You send a nod back before your wings lift you off the ground and you fly to where the Romanians are kneeling in front of the kings.

“You know you guys never really had a chance with defeating them.” You say you circle above them.

“Its kinda sad that you had to wait for someone else to challenge them.” You were taunting them and they knew it as they both let out snarls.

“Now Now Cara Mia no need to rub salt in their wounds.” Aro says as he takes a step forward and you turn towards him.

“Hmph no one ever let’s me have any fun.” You say with a pout as you flutter above them.

“No need to pout la mia tempesta.” Caius says as he also takes a step forward. Your heart skipping a beat at the sound of voice, and seeing his smirk you knew he heard it. He walks closer to where you’re fluttering above the ground.

“Why don’t you come closer and help me rip their heads off their pathetic bodies.” You fly closer to the ground hovering above him before landing. He holds his hand out for you to take and you do.

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