Heyy everyone! I know I should be writing a new chapter for my other story but I kinda ran out of inspiration for that one. Buuuuuut this little idea popped into my head. I'm kinda sad to see that there aren't really any Brutus x Enobaria. Maybe it's just me who thinks they would be cute together… anyway disclaimer: I don't own them they belong to Suzanne Collins.
Brutus groaned as he woke up from another nightmare. He was used to them, it had almost become routine. Every night he'd go to bed and find himself reliving his games. Sometimes he was the killer, other times he was the one being killed. Nonetheless, he still woke up shaking and covered in a layer of sweat. Brutus looked around his empty room. It was unusually quiet, normally, if you listened hard enough you could here the screams or pleas of other victors still trapped in their own nightmares. Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream broke the silence that filled his room. Brutus recognized the scream, well the voice. Brutus pushed himself out of bed and ran out the door of his home in Victor's Village. Brutus ran the short distance to the house next to his. He knocked, well with his strength more like banged on the door. No response. He tested the doorknob and found the door unlocked. He cautiously stepped into the house.
"Baria? Baria, where are you?", a whimper came from upstairs. Brutus made his was up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Brutus poked his head through the partially opened door. What he found broke his heart. Enobaria sat in the middle of the bed with her knees pulled tightly against her chest. The sheets were rumpled and she was shaking, tears streaked her face. Brutus pushed the door open and made his way over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She slowly turned her head to face him. " Brutus…", she tried to sound calm. He brushed some of her hair out of her face. She fell into him, her hands clinging to his t-shirt and balling the white fabric up in her hands. Brutus wrapped his arms tightly around her, and buried his face into her dark hair. " Shh , it's okay Baria. Shh, it's okay.", he murmured softly into her hair. " I-I saw him…the boy I killed. E-except it was me. He was t-trying to rip m-my throat out.", she whispered. He felt her grip on him tighten. " It was just a nightmare, Barry. He's dead, and you're safe.", he cooed. Enobaria slowly looked up at him, her grip still firmly n his shirt. Brutus leaned his head down to hers and pressed his lips gently to hers. They were soft and warm. Enobaria didn't even hesitate to kiss him back. After a few minutes they broke apart., both trying to hide that they were out of breath. " Stay…please.", she pleaded, burying her face into his muscular chest. Brutus responded by laying down, pulling her down with him, and pulling the grey sheets over them. Brutus held her tightly against him as she snuggled into his chest. Enobaria laid her head down on his warm chest and let her left hand rest on his chest, next to her face. She leaned up to kiss him warm more time before returning her head to its previous position. Brutus squeezed her gently before she was lulled back to sleep by his steady heartbeat. When Brutus though she was asleep he cooed softly, "I'll protect you, my little warrior. You wont' have to suffer that again…I love you Baria, always will." " I love you too Brutus.", she whispered, startling him slightly. Soon they were both asleep again, this time, no nightmares plagued them."