#coriolanus fluff

[lqveharrington]

For Better or Worse | C.S.

summary: Coriolanus was never the same after he came back from District 12. All he saw was power and fame.

pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x First Lady!reader

includes: BABY SNOWWW aka Elizabeth Snow, manipulation, fluff, comfort, angst, death, guns, blood, trauma, coryo is kinda misogynistic, lying, Lucy Gray makes an appearance, (tell me if I forgot anything!)

a/n: love me some coryo fics :)

You’ve known Coriolanus Snow for as long as you’ve lived. You were there when he was at rock bottom and—somehow—you were by his side when he rose to power and fame. His sudden rise to politician to president wasn't at all shocking to anyone in the Capitol. Especially when he "rightfully" won the Hunger Games.

The second he was inducted as the President of Panem, you became his First Lady. It was expected of you by your past peers and inner circles. You dated him in while attending Academy and there were records of you and Coriolanus sending and receiving letters from one another while he was stationed in District 12.

But when Coriolanus came back from the Districts, he was different. You weren't exactly sure if he changed for the better, but it definitely came with its own challenges. His ideals and principles switched like a magnet. Those ideas that used to uphold his promises and quiet words to you were now vowed to the entire country. Your opinions no longer mattered to him—just the image of a loving wife doting on his every move.

Eventually, you changed.

Half your heart belonged to the boy Coriolanus once was while the other half belonged solely to you daughter—Elizabeth Snow. The second you learned you were pregnant, you practically begged the universe to bless you with a healthy child. Luckily, she came out absolutely perfect. She was an absolute rose.

Coriolanus loved his daughter more than anything Panem could offer, but his idea of being the best reined over his love. He was constantly away at business meetings rather than tending to his daughter—sending you or nurses to tend to Elizabeth rather than face the music himself.

He wanted—no, needed—a perfect family. He made sure to adorn the both of you in the best materials whenever presented to the public, even if you made quiet complaints about it being too much for you daughter. He made sure his daughter would be as smart as you, never him. No one should be as smart as Coriolanus Snow. Besides, you were tied with him for Valedictorian long ago.

If all his demands were pushing his family to their limits, so be it. Coriolanus demanded perfection—no matter what.

Despite all of his requirements to be absolutely perfect, you and Elizabeth found time to just relax with no expectations. Just you and her away from press and public images your husband set up for the both of you.

“Liza, what are you doing?”

You and Elizabeth were in the backyard of the Presidential Manor, although it was like a mini sanctuary if you were to describe it. There was a gorgeous pond in the middle with an entire forest encapsulating the entire backyard. There were rows and rows of flowers—mainly roses—and a greenhouse designated for fruits and vegetables you and Elizabeth would pick from time to time. It was your heaven away from the mess Coriolanus made, but you would never admit that willingly.

“Watching the swans, mama. They’re making funny patterns.” Elizabeth pointed out before beaming brightly when she saw you shut your art journal and approach where she stood, her platinum blonde curls bouncing with her every move.

“And why is that?” You hummed and dusted your charcoaled hands off, careful not to touch her precious clothing or stain her beautiful face with any idiotic movements.

“Well, it means a lot of different things.” She tilted her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, doing her best to remember everything she's read about swans. “The most common reasons are for establishing territories or displaying affection.”

You hum and look out toward the two swans, “What do you suppose those two are doing?”

“Neither.” Elizabeth opened her eyes again and shifted her gaze toward the swans, pointing toward the bigger one. “See how the male swan is fluffing his feathers and sticking his neck high? He’s showing off his dominance to the female.”

To be honest, you were quite stunned your daughter knew so much about nature. This wasn't the first time she was able to explain events within living organisms. You knew she read loads, but you didn't think she would ever remember all of the information. Especially since she was merely seven.

“Where did you learn this?” You ask as you lead her back toward the manor, your journal in hand.

“The books papa has stored in the library.” She stepped on the stone path like the grass was lava, using her arms to balance herself. She spun around once she passed the stones, running around the willow tree until you caught up. “Miss Beth lets me read them when papa brings you on business trips at the Districts or when you leave for parties.”

You hold back your laughter at her actions and look around before beckoning her over, whispering in her ear—yet her giggles infect you. “Perhaps I’ll speak to your papa about getting you a miniature library in your room.”

“Really?” She grabbed your arm with wide eyes, practically jumping from excitement. Elizabeth squealed when you nodded—pulling you closer and closer to the manor. Now that you mentioned a miniature library just for her, she would do anything to make the process faster.

“You seem to like reading as much as I do.” You start to clarify as you let her lead you to the back porch, leaning down to whisper in her ear once more. “Besides, it’ll be an excuse for papa to buy even more books.”

Elizabeth squealed once more and tugged you even harder to follow her, your laughter and hers ringing out in the backyard. You loved moments where you and your daughter could just exist in a world without constraints. She was a light in your dark and shrouded world—if anything ever happened to her, you swore you would become the exact person the Capitolites expected you to be.

Just as ruthless and unforgiving as your husband.

“Where are you two off in such a hurry?” Coriolanus appeared in front of the both of you, eyebrow raised in minimal interest.

Speak of the devil himself.

Of course, he wore his pristine—blood-red—suit with a white rose pinned to the jacket's lapel and a white ribbon looped in the hole of his pants. The ribbon was stolen from you the day of your wedding and he chose to wear it everyday to show everyone who belonged to him. It was one of his many prized possessions in life.

“Coming to find you, papa.” Elizabeth left your side and moved to her father's—allowing him to pick her up in his arms. She pushed a stray hair away from his face, earning a half-hearted smile from him.

“Is that so?” He shifted her weight into one of his arms, locking his gaze to your “messy” appearance.

In his eyes, you looked terrible. The curls in your hair were flat; your hands were covered in charcoal; your dress was wrinkled; and it was clear to him you were running from the way your chest rose and fell. It was unacceptable for you to run. People ran for the First Lady—not the other way around.

Rather than dwelling on your husband’s scrutiny, you casted your gaze toward your daughter—who looked like she was ready to explode in excitement if you didn’t say anything. “I have a request on Liza’s behalf.”

“And what does Elizabeth want?” Coriolanus spoke in a sure tone, using his daughter’s full first name. He never understood the need to shorten her name—her name was pure class and power. She was the daughter of the President after all.

“A mini library in my room!” She clasped her hands together and spoke dreamily, eyes filled with stars and fireworks. “I want to fill it with all the books in the world.”

“I see.” He fixed the collar of her dress before tilting his head to the side, catching your eyes for a split second. Coriolanus saw your face soften as Elizabeth’s silent begging, therefore giving him the answer to his daughter’s request. “That can be arranged.”

Elizabeth grinned so wide that it looked like her cheeks began to hurt. She moved to kiss her father’s cheek, words of gratitude spilling from her lips until she couldn’t breathe.

For a moment, you swore you saw the person your husband used to be. You saw the boy who would do anything to make his family happy, even if it cost him more than what he could give. Yet the moment was fleeting as he set Elizabeth down and sent her off to her governess—who was waiting by the double doors of the back porch.

“What is it?” You ask quietly as he guided you away from any prying ears, leading you toward the bed of roses and small fountain by the left side of the backyard.

Coriolanus subtly gestured toward where the governess last stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit in a composed manner. “She’s not filling her head with fairytales and nonsense, is she?”

“Absolutely not, Coriolanus.” You walk beside him and tuck your hands behind your back—watching every step you took on the cracked path of stones. “She’s been taught all her mathematics and history. When she has the time, Liza does her own reading.”

He hummed and nodded his chin toward the journal behind your back, “Is her portfolio as diverse as yours?”

“She’s learning new mediums every week.” You answer and look up at him—his piercing blue eyes boring into your eyes.

“What have you been up to?” He asked—snapping a rose from it's place and placing it delicately behind your ear, his eyes lingering on the earrings your adorned. Coriolanus had bought them for you mere days ago and expected you to wear them until he bought you a new pair.

“Taking note of everything in our backyard starting with the pond.” You say calmly and back away from his touch—instead—observing the swans and plants that you were drawing earlier. When you felt a burning stare in the back of your head, you continued to speak, hoping to please and ease his mind. “Peacekeepers were at a distance and surveyed the area before we came out.”

“Good.” Coriolanus replied in a curt tone and began to follow you once more, his mind going over a check list he conjured up earlier that day. “We have a conference with the mayors of each District at five.”

“It’s not the end of the quarter yet.” You curl your fingers tighter around your journal—your lips tugging down into a frown at the thought of another rebellion happening in your lifetime.

“They demand to push back the Hunger Games.” His own lips pursing together into annoyance. Who were they to tell him to push back such a crucial event that ever existed in Panem?

“How foul.” You respond accordingly and face him—having already made a short loop around the rose garden. “Of course you won’t agree.”

“Of course not.” He pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face—something Elizabeth learned from him after years of observing her parents. “They don’t have the power—“

BANG!

A loud, clear shot rings out of the Presidential Manor, your eyes widening at the sudden sound. Your grip on your journal tightens as peacekeepers begin to surround you and Coriolanus, your mind instantly wandering to your daughter's safety. You clutch Coriolanus' arm and look into the double doors leading into the manor—every sound muffling the second he begins directing the peacekeepers.

All you could hear was the blood rushing in your body—your heart pumping faster and faster. Your breathing was labored, each second that passed felt like an eternity until you saw the familiar curls rushing out of the house with her personal peacekeeper close behind. You pushed through the wall of peacekeepers surrounding you and instantly dropped to your knees, catching your daughter in your arms.

“Liza.” You breathed and held her closely, feeling for her pulse anywhere you could reach.

She was alive and well. She was alive.

“Mama,” She said shakily and buried her head into your neck, tears streaming from her eyes at the death she witnessed. She would never dare speak about the moment again and she swore her entire life on it. “Mama, Miss B-Beth—“

“You’re okay, I’m here with you.” You rub her back and wipe the tears from her face, your own voice shaky when you look up at your husband who looked like he was about to murder someone. “Coriolanus—“

“Already on it.” He replied coolly and took purposeful strides toward the back doors of the manor—peacekeepers to his left and right.

A peacekeeper from inside came out of the manor and saluted him before gesturing to the following group of peacekeepers behind him. “Sir, we found the intruder and murderer of the governess.”

Coriolanus' gaze hardened at the sight of an old acquaintance, his breath catching momentarily until he heard a quiet sob from his daughter—snapping him back to reality.

“Lucy Gray Baird.” Coriolanus shook his head at the woman, resentment filling every single step he took toward her. The sky began to darken as clouds covered the sun; the wind was much colder than it was earlier; and the tension that filled the air was thick enough to be seen.

Someone had to go, but it wasn't going to Coriolanus. He wasn't going to ever fall for her tricks again.

“Let go of me!” Lucy Gray fought against the peacekeeper's arms, eyes wild with rage and fury for the platinum blonde male in front of her.

“You killed my daughter's governess.” Coriolanus bent over and spoke to her face to face—hating how unfazed she was with his movements. “How the did you escape 12? Run off with the Covey after all?”

Lucy Gray clenched her teeth at him and shoved forward, barely moving from how hard the peacekeepers held her. She was probably bruised with how tight they were holding her. “You deserve no love for what you’ve done, Coriolanus. You know you were wrong.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He gripped her arm and pulled her closer to him, watching her eyes widen at the sudden aggressiveness. He scoffed, “I—“

“Your wife doesn’t even love you.” Lucy Gray spat and continued to struggle, hands clenching by her sides.

Coriolanus’ grip on Lucy Gray’s arm tightened the more she struggled and spoke, his knuckles whitening with the force of restraint. He spoke through his teeth—his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lucy Gray laughed. A brittle, sharp sound spilling from her lips.

“Don’t I? Look at her.” She tilted her head toward where you kneeled with Elizabeth, your arms wrapped around your trembling daughter. “Tell me, First Lady Snow, do you love your husband?”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. The question hung in the air—heavy and suffocating. You glanced at Coriolanus—your husband—whose cold blue eyes pinned you in place.

He expected an answer. He always did.

“I love my family." You replied ever so carefully.

Lucy Gray snorted and tilted her head at you, tone mocking at your avoidance of answering a yes or no question. “That’s not what I asked, darlin’.”

“Enough.” Coriolanus’ voice was final—cutting through the thick tension like a blade. He shoved Lucy Gray back into the arms of the peacekeeper who found her originally, “You came here to what, Lucy Gray? Kill my family off until it was just me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I meant to kill you, but f’course you would never be with your daughter.”

Elizabeth gasped and buried her head into your neck again, squeezing her eyes shut. She wished this was all a dream—that everything she saw and heard was her imagination. A horrible and crude imagination.

“All that's left is to get rid of you." Coriolanus shook his head and glared down at the pathetic woman. Some winner she turned out to be. "Did you really think you could harm me or what belongs to me?”

“You’re sick." She spat and nodded her head toward you and Elizabeth. “Keeping them in this golden cage of yours. But they’ll never be yours, not really. You can’t make someone love you, Coriolanus.”

You take her words in—eyes darting between Lucy Gray and Coriolanus. Long ago you would’ve fought tooth and nail to defend him. Now, you weren’t sure if he was even worth defending.

“Take her away.” Coriolanus ordered the peacekeepers, stepping closer to Lucy Gray one last time, his breath hot with rage. “Make sure she never steps foot in the Capitol again.”

Lucy Gray smirked even as she was dragged away. Her voice was clear to everyone in the backyard, “You can erase me, Coriolanus, but you can’t erase the truth. One day, she’ll see you for what you are.”

The doors slammed shut behind her as they all left, leaving the Snow family in complete silence.

The sun returned and the winds calmed—even the swans came out of hiding to enjoy the once beautiful day. You finally stood up and wiped Elizabeth’s final tears, whispering words of reassurance and love until you felt the same burning you felt earlier.

Coriolanus turned to you with an unreadable expression, clearing his throat when he met your eyes. “Go inside with Elizabeth.”

You hesitated as Elizabeth held onto your hand tighter, her entire body still shaking from shock.

His eyes softened—just slightly—as he looked at his daughter. She was clinging onto you for dear life and you were thumbing circles into her palm, something you did for Coriolanus when he was stressed back in Academy.

“I won’t let anything touch you.” He murmured to the both of you, kissing your temple and leaning down to kiss the top of Elizabeth’s head.

But the question lingered.

Hadn’t something already?

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A miscellaneous night with mr coriolanus snow

this is longer than it was meant to be but also happy bday to me for writing😭enjoy :)

Coriolanus internally winced at the state of the elevator when he gestured for you to walk into the lobby of his apartment building. He was hoping all day that it would be magically fixed by maintenance, but he should have known better. 

He brushes his hair back at his left side and clears his throat, gesturing towards the stairs, “We’ll have to take those, I apologize.”

“No worries. We need the walking after taking the trolley,” you chuckle and nudge your elbow into his side, letting him take the lead. 

Coriolanus tries his hardest not to touch the spot on his side that you touched, afraid it’ll make his cheeks flush more than they already are. He manages a small laugh in response to your words. He had been adamant the two of you take the trolley since it was dark out and then adamant that he paid for you both. It was his last two tokens. Something he’ll tell himself tomorrow was a slip-up, but for now it was the best decision he could have made. 

You typically studied with him in the library after classes, but as of late, Coriolanus found talking about anything and everything with you to be more than splendid. Perhaps it’s because you knew of the Snow's state and never made a snide comment about it. Or the way your posture was ever so perfect. The way your leg crossed over the other, poised gracefully more times than not. There was an air of elegance about you, yet the way you spoke so kindly to him, so interested in him, reminded him of something warm and comforting. Not the fake elegance that many of his Capitol peers put on to form alliances and kiss-up to the ones above them. No. You were genuine, he decided, a long while ago. 

When the two of you reach his door, he takes the key out and turns it in the lock, silently praying that his grandmother was asleep already. To his luck, neither her or his cousin are in sight, and he locks the door behind him after you step in, setting the keys in a small dish tray in the foyer. 

“We can go to my room if you uh…,” he trails off as you look around the living space with a curious glint in your eye. 

Your eyes find the stained glass portrait of his father and he almost wants to yell your name to bring your attention to…to what? The fireplace? Dirty. The couch? Stiff. Himself? Too conceited. 

But you don’t speak a word on it and he breathes a sigh of relief. Your eyes fall on the stray mannequin draped in some dark blue fabrics and a smile graces your lips, “I suspect this is Tigris’ doing?”

“Yes. Her friend lent her some fabrics to mess with, but she hasn’t made a choice on what to do yet exactly. I don’t know why this is out here,” Coriolanus says as he takes a few steps closer to be at your side. 

“There’s good light in here,” you suggest, glancing to the windows where you can see the dilapidated building across the street. 

Coriolanus nods and follows your eyesight. He shifts on his heels, then toes, hands clasped to the strap of his book bag, “If I’m not doing my reading in my bedroom, it’s usually out here.”

The grin you give him almost makes him forget why he invited you over. Ah, yes. He had told you he had an edition of a history book written by your great uncle, that you so desperately wanted to get your hands on. Your family had none (because said uncle went rogue and joined the districts). Coriolanus is not sure why he had the book in his possession in the first place. It had to have been at the Academy and he forgot to return it, but after the uncle fled to whatever district he left for, they threw out any and all books written by the man. 

Part of him thinks he should be concerned as to why you want the book, but he’s read it himself. There’s nothing radical there that could turn you into something else to his memory. He offered to give the book to you. Coriolanus planned on bringing it to class the next day to give to you but you insisted it would be better to hand it off privately. He had a sneaking suspicion you just did not want to go home, but he didn’t push. 

At first, he was hesitant to let you come to his apartment. He had a multitude of plans in place to specifically keep his friends from not coming to his apartment. But he couldn’t find it in himself to follow any of them when it involved you. 

When he realizes it’s been silent for too long, he clears his throat, “My room is just this way,” and walks down the hall, wincing to himself at the creaky floorboards. 

He turns the knob and at first, the door doesn’t open. Coriolanus pushes his shoulder against his door as subtly as he can, which pushes it open and his cheeks heat up at your small chuckle. 

His room is not messy, but nothing to write home about. The only thing a little messy is his dresser, which had a drawer open a shirt hanging out of it that he quickly, subtly, pushes into the drawer and closes it. 

“Oh my god,” you say and he freezes, wondering what he’s left out that warrants that reaction. 

He watches you walk over to his bed and point at the stuffed dog that lies next to his pillow. He’d like to be swallowed whole right about now. 

“That’s so cute. He needs a wash though.”

You think it’s cute? Oh, he’s in over his head. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, he needs a wash, I guess,” Coriolanus mutters, putting his book bag down on his desk chair and watching you carefully pick it up. 

“Does he have a name?”

“Horace.”

“Naturally,” you mumble, holding the stuffed dog up as though you are examining it. “I like him.”

“Just don’t go telling everyone at school, they’ll have a whole laugh about it,” he chuckles. He’s trying to come off as joking, but he’s also maybe completely serious. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Coryo, I won’t mention it.” You put the dog down gently next to his pillow, patting it’s head twice, then you set your book bag on the floor. 

He gestures to his room once your eyes meet his, “I know this isn’t much but-”

“Coryo.” 

The look you give him makes him shut his mouth and he lets his shoulders ease only the slightest bit. He barely realized how tense he had been. 

“It’s still your room. That’s nice. I don’t care what it looks like,” you tell him and each word hits right through to his heart. 

He nods and then clears his throat, turning to his small bookshelf to find the book for you, “It might be a little dusty, but I haven’t touched it since I read it.” Pulling out the gray spine of the book, he blows over it, grimacing at the dust and then brushes off the cover, handing it over to you. 

Coriolanus feels a sense of pride in his chest at how happy you look, clutching it to yourself and then looking at the forward, “Thank you, Coryo. I’ll let you cheat off my biology exam for this.”

He chuckles, “I don’t need that.”

“I know,” you say, and a lull falls over the two of you. For the first time, he sees you be the one to clear your throat awkwardly and you bend down to grab your bag. 

Coriolanus thinks himself a respectful man, but he does look at your thighs as you do. He rationalizes that it’s fine because that one time in seventh grade he was pantsed and you saw his thighs so who cares if now he’s-

“Coryo.” 

He blinks and returns his gaze to your face, “yes?” 

“Is it cool if I stay a little longer?”

He’s nodding before he’s speaking, but maybe he should have thought it through. Maybe it was bad to have you stay. Distraction. That’s what you are, really. Or are you? You do study with him and the studying has definitely helped him over the past year. So is it really a distraction? 

Staying a little longer turns into two hours passing.

Coriolanus tells you about his neighbors across the street and how he loves people watching from his window. You relay your own people watching stories and he shares laughs harder than he has in recent weeks. 

You’ve migrated to his bed, feet on the ground, but your back against the stiff mattress. Coriolanus sits backwards in his desk chair, facing you, and after another bout of silence, he says, “That cannot be comfortable.”

“It is if you tell yourself it is.”

He snorts. Since when does he do that?

“No. I know my bed. That’s not comfortable,” he sighs, “I’m sure your bed is miles better.”

Your face twists up into an emotion he cannot decipher. Distaste? Disgust? Contempt? Whatever it is, he feels as though he’s said something wrong, so he jumps to say, “I didn’t mean like-”

“It is more comfortable, but I’m okay here.”

Coriolanus wonders if he’s on the precipice of learning something new about you. He’s never been to your residence. Only heard of your high-achieving father and high-achieving mother. You rarely talked about them, other than to occasionally complain about their pressure on you. 

“Will they be worried about where you are right now? Your parents, I mean,” he says in the softest tone he can muster. He prepares what to say in case you blow him off. 

“I called them while we were in the library. When you went to the bathroom.”

“Ah,” he nods, “And?”

“And…they don’t mind. Though I should go back before midnight,” you glance over at his small clock on his nightstand. “I would just rather be anywhere else tonight. It's too stuffy there.”

Coriolanus wants to laugh. Stuffy? In your nice, expensive, big apartment? “Why’s that?”

“Cause they just…,” you trail off and gesture aimlessly with your hand, “they’re always a lot, okay? But on my birthday? Fuck, they’re even worse. I would much rather spend it with someone I like, hence,” you gesture again, but to him this time. 

Coriolanus wants to celebrate the small victory that you like him, but he pauses. “Birthday? It’s your birthday?”

You turn your head so you’re able to see him while still laying down, “yeah.”

His eyes widen then he chuckles, “and you didn’t mention?” He feels bad he didn’t know. He should have, right? But the fact you hadn’t told him and he didn’t see anyone mentioning your birthday today tells him you seldom want people to know. 

“Didn’t feel the need to.”

“Right. Well, happy birthday to you,” he says, his voice having a slight sing-songy lilt to it at the end and it gets you laughing. He can’t wait to tell Tigris about this tomorrow.

“Thank you, Coryo. And I meant it. I’m glad to be spending it here with you,” you say and he watches your hands fiddle like you’re nervous. 

A rush of boldness overcomes him and he stands from the desk chair and plops down on his bed right next to you, his arm fully against yours. Shoulder to shoulder. Coriolanus stares at the ceiling, inhaling deep, “I wish I knew how to bake. I’d make you…I don’t know…double-double chocolate cake?”

“You remembered!” 

He laughs and nods, recalling the very chocolatey cake you had three slices of at a party the Plinth’s were throwing a couple of months ago. He wonders if that’s the day he decided you were worth being distracted. 

“Do you remember my favorite pie?” 

You narrow your eyes to think, turning to look at him. He mimics the face you’re making, which causes you both to dissolve into giggles. 

“Blackberry. Or pecan,” you finally say and he nods, “Yes to both.”

His index finger twitches and touches your fingers as he studies your face. The soft smile on your lips and the slight tiredness in your eyes. Your hair is less kept than it had been earlier, which feels so unlike you, but you are being so you right now that it doesn’t matter in the slightest. He’s sure his own curls are out of order. 

Coriolanus keeps lightly lingering his fingers on yours, his voice a drop quieter, “Do you ever think that…everything you’ve worked hard for…can be lost because you…care too much?”

You look taken aback at the question at first, then you settle. His heart jumps when you let your hand hold to his instead of the dance your fingers had been doing. “I guess sometimes I do. Caring a lot is painful in many ways but…it’s also…”

“Nice,” he finishes in a whisper. Coriolanus doesn’t intend to look at your lips, but he does and he’s sure you notice. 

“It’s nice and…shows others how passionate you truly are.” You decide, playing with his fingers instead of your own. 

“But isn’t it also a weakness? Something others can pick out and use against you?”

Your brow furrows slightly in thought, “Sure…but you just have to be smarter than those against you so they can’t exploit it. And I happen to know for a fact that you, Coriolanus Snow, are one of the smartest people I have and will ever meet.”

The weight in his chest melts and smiles, not sure how to respond to such a grand compliment, other than saying, “Snow lands on top.”

It makes you laugh. A full laugh that has you gripping to his hand firmly and somehow bringing the two of you closer until you rest your chin near his shoulder, “You’re aware that that is extremely cheesy, right?”

“Oh, always,” he mumbles, and takes that risk of looking at your lips in a more obvious way, and he tries to convince himself that he’s imagining it when you shift closer. Your nose brushes and he envisions a world where he can kiss you whenever he wants. Where he can make you happy and laugh the way you just did forever. 

“At least you’re self-aware.”

“I’m incredibly self-aware,” Coriolanus mutters, as your nose brushes and nudges to his. It’s like a dance of who’s gonna make the jump first. 

You grin and bite your cheek to lessen it. His heart feels like bursting out of his chest and he wishes he wasn’t holding your hand because he’s definitely getting clammy. But he can’t think of that. There’s no way Coriolanus can dwell on the other parts of his body when your lips are so close that he can feel your breath on his lips. That he can see your eyes go through the thought process, wondering if you should kiss him or if you should let him kiss you first. 

You’re not sure who does it first, but your lips meet in a gentle touch. Hesitant on both ends, yet searing with an undeniable surge of something warm. Something satisfying. Coriolanus is the one to deepen it. Squeezing to your hand (for his sake), he tilts his head and kisses you deeper, memorizing the feel of your lips on his. When you shift on the bed to turn more towards him, he doesn't break the kiss, not even when he feels your hand rest near the collar of his shirt, like you’re tugging him in. 

When you inevitably break for a breath, he chases after you, only to pause and clear his throat from embarrassment. 

“Sorry, I was just-” Your lips find his once more and Coriolanus melts into it, letting you bring his hand to the side of your face right when your tongue slides along his lower lip. He hopes he’s not a bad kisser, but when you hum into his mouth and rub your hand to his neck, the confidence surges in him. 

He’s not sure how long the two of you kiss, on and off, tongue and no tongue, wandering hands that never quite go to places more intimate. But when you break off and duck your head into his neck, resting against his side, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you and bring you closer. His lips find the top of your head, kissing there, and rubbing your arm. 

When you fall asleep against him, he fights with himself over whether to wake you and get you home safely, or to let you stay there in his arms. Coriolanus will mull it over in a couple of minutes. For now, he relishes in the moment. Who knows if he’ll let himself have it again. 

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Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: Pregnancy, giving birth, Coryo being absent, some fluff, ANGST

Summary: You love your husband, but his growing inattentiveness becomes harder and harder to handle, especially with the arrival of your baby.

A/n: I don’t think I’ll ever have it it in me to write Coryo as perfect and sweet cuz he SUCKS. So you get a little fluff here, but a lot of angst still.

Day 8 of mk’s mad dash

The last certainty your husband offered you was on your wedding day when he said “I do.”

That was a year ago.

You knew he was busy. Coriolanus was rising through the ranks so rapidly you wouldn’t be surprised if he assumed the presidency within the next five years. Of course, you were proud of him. Not only was it your duty as his wife to wholeheartedly support him, you also truly, genuinely cared about his happiness and success. But as with everything, there was a cost. In your courtship, Coryo was so very attentive, loving, and dedicated to you. He made you feel special, and you had no trouble falling in love with him. But once he slipped that ring on your finger, all of it came to a halt. It’s not that he entirely ignored you- no, sometimes you saw the glimpses of your old Coryo when he was on top of you at night, or when you went to socialite parties- but you had often been left to fend for yourself this past year.

You absolutely tried to be understanding when your husband would remind you how busy he was, and how he was doing all this hard work for your happiness, but frankly, you missed him. And was it really so wrong for a wife to miss her husband?

Your loneliness and desire for your husband only worsened tenfold when you learned that you were with child. Coryo, of course, was thrilled that you sired an heir. But with him gone all day, and often at outings at night, you saw less and less of him as your pregnancy moved along. You went through your morning sickness alone, felt the first kick alone, learned the baby’s sex alone, and picked out the baby’s room decorations alone. You were desperately hopeful that the birth of your child, your son, would bring Coriolanus back into your arms, a paternal instinct drawing him into the realm of the domestic.

So when the day came that your water broke and contractions started, though you were overcome with anxiety about giving birth, the hope that fluttered in your chest for the return of your husband far superseded it.

You were out tending to the rose garden when it happened, your long, white flowy dress suddenly soaked. You calmly rushed inside to the phone and dialed Coriolanus’ office.

“Office of Coriolanus Snow, this is Lilith. How can I help you today?” A perky, feminine voice asked.

“Hi Lilith, this is Coriolanus’ wife. Can I please speak to him?” You said kindly as you rubbed soothing circles over your swollen stomach.

“Mr. Snow is very busy right now,” Lilith told you calmly, “can I take a message?”

“Lilith, please,” you answered a little more desperately, “this is an urgent call.”

You heard the clacking of her nails against the computer, “one moment.”

The line goes silent, and you know she’s stepped away to speak to your husband. Every second you had to wait to hear Coryo’s deep voice on the other end, the more anxious you began to feel. It was really starting to kick in- you were about to have a baby.

The line crackled and then, “Darling?”

“Coriolanus” you sighed, relieved.

“What’s wrong? I’m very busy here,” he told you seriously.

“The baby. He’s coming. My water just broke.”

Your husband inhaled sharply on the other side of the phone, “Oh, okay. Okay. Well, are you alright? How’re you feeling?”

You cupped your bump gently, “I’m okay right now, sweetheart. But I imagine contractions will start to kick in soon. Can you come home?”

And then, your voice slightly broke, “Please. I need you Coryo.”

“Yes, of course, darling. I’ll be home as soon as I call the doctor.”

“Okay, thank you,” you said, voice shaky.

You hung up the phone and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay.

*****

Pain. White hot, blinding pain consumed your body and you couldn’t stop the screams that were leaving your body. The doctor was saying something to you but you didn’t care. You just wanted it all to stop.

Tears were streaming down your face and you kept shaking your head, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

Suddenly, like an angel, Coriolanus was in your view, white light shining down on his blonde curls creating a halo. Your sobs quieted at his face.

“Coryo,” you hiccupped, “I can’t. I can’t do this.”

He placed his hand on your forehead, stroking your sweaty baby hairs away from your face, and your eyes fluttered shut at his touch.

“Darling, you can. I promise. You know why?”

You opened your eyes again and stared intently into his bright blue ones, “why?”

“Because you’re a Snow now. And Snows can do anything.”

“Snows can do anything,” you murmured.

Can. Coriolanus said can. The first firm answer from him in a year. If he could give you that, you could do this.

Your husband nodded at you, a soft smile on his face, “Good girl.”

He moved his hand from your forehead down to your hand and clasped it tightly. His encouragement is what allowed you to start pushing again.

As you pushed, your screams returned. But instead of hopeless, frail screams, they were determined and strong. Soon enough, smaller, whiny screams filled the air- your baby’s.

The doctor swooped the baby out from between your legs, “it’s a boy.”

Tears began to stream down your face again, but they were happy tears.

“Coryo, we have a baby,” you sobbed.

Your husband bent down and kissed your forehead tenderly, “well done, darling. Our very own baby boy.”

“Mr. Snow, the umbilical cord.”

Coriolanus stood and gave your hand one more squeeze before walking over to your baby. With slightly shaking hands he cut the cord, and then your baby boy was placed gently into his arms. He walked over to you, the softest look on his face.

“He’s here,” Coriolanus said, placing the baby into your arms.

Your son was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and your heart swelled as you quickly noticed some of Coryo’s features and your own on the face of your son.

“He’s perfect.”

*****

After everything had settled and the doctor left, it was just you and your perfect little family cradled together in the master bedroom of your home. Your baby boy sat cooing in your arms, swaddled in a soft blue blanket, while Coriolanus sat behind you, arm around your shoulders and head peering over you to stare at him.

“We make a pretty good baby, Coryo,” you told your husband softly.

“Mhmm, that we do.”

You leaned into his touch as your husband began to run soothing strokes up and down your side. If everything could stay just like this, you would be perfectly happy. You’d never ask for anything else in your life.

“Sweetheart,” you implore softly.

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you think you’ll be able to take some time off work, to be with me and the baby?”

His hand on your side stilled and he inhaled sharply, “darling.”

You turned to look at him, big eyes soft and pleading, “Coryo, please. The baby needs his father.”

You paused.

“And I need my husband.”

Coriolanus hesitated, and you wished you could tell what was going on in that always-running brain of his.

“Maybe, darling.”

Maybe.

The death and birth of hope.

It wasn’t a no- the word so ingrained in your brain that you saw it seared on the back of your eyelids. And in that, there was hope. Hope that you’d get your husband back. That you’d get to be a mother alongside him as a father. That everything could be the way it used to.

But maybe wasn’t a yes either. One too many times now you’d gotten your hopes up when Coryo responded to one of your requests with a maybe.

Well maybe you didn’t like his answer.

Maybe you didn’t like feeling abandoned or alone.

Maybe.

But instead, all you said was, “okay.”

[katerinasas]

we’re in love 🖤

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

in which coriolanus has had an awful day and only wants his wife

being the president of panem was not an easy job. coriolanus relished in his power and it wasn’t the descisions he made that would make anyone else sick to their stomach. it wasn’t the hunger games he had to watch. it was his wife’s reaction to the evil things he did.

somehow, a cold and heartless man, a snow, fell in love with a girl. and not just any girl, a kind one. one full of life and love who despised all things evil. in public, she’d hang on to his arm and nod along to his every word. he liked that about her. but behind closed doors she challenged his every move and never let her hate for the hunger games slip his mind.

“you hate violence, don’t you, baby?” he’d ask. “they started a war with us. we fed them, clothed them, we kept them alive, and they rebelled against us for taking care of them.” she disagreed heavily, but she loved her husband. and so she’d quietly nod and leave it alone for a while.

but today, after rumors of the end of the hunger games had swirled around, coriolanus sat at his desk and drafted a statement denying it and confirming the hunger games would be back this year, as entertaining as ever.

he told the publishers to not let his letter reach the public until the following morning, yearning for just one night before a massive fight broke out between him and the only person he cared for nowadays. she would react horribly and he’d have no footing to blame her. after all, to shut her up when he was tired he’d told her they were indeed over.

“mr president,” his secretary asked, peaking in and batting her lashes at him, “are you alright?”

he paced his office, pausing to look at her. “has my wife called by any chance?”

her posture relaxed and she almost rolled her eyes. “no, sir.”

he sent the girl off, hoping for a call. if he called his wife, she’d know something was up. so he anxiously paced his office, just thinking, for the rest of the day and praying she wouldn’t be too upset.

he stayed late, nervous to go home. what if she some how already knew? no, it’s impossible, he thought, and forced himself into the backseat of his car being driven by a man he did not know the name of.

he soon stood in the cold of december, fidgeting with his keys to get inside. regardless of how serious coriolanus took the snow mansions security, his wife would always make sure every door and window was locked down. she sat on the couch in her navy night gown with her heated curls flowing over her shoulders, watching the news with not a single worry of a burglar in mind.

when the sound of the lock clicking and the door opening, she paused the tv. “coryo?” his shoes hit the marble floor and what sounded like his briefcase hit the table. his soft footsteps padded down the hallway until he reached the her. she had the fire lit and he almost smiled at the sight of her curled up on the couch.

“hey,” he mumbled, sitting beside her. coriolanus’s brows furrowed at the tv, a guilty conscience swarming him.

“what’s wrong?” she sat up, sitting on her knees as her manicured nails ran through the blonde hair on the side of his head. she knew him all too well. “why are you home so late?”

“busy today,” he lied. his head fell back into the couch, turning to look at her. she was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. most galas they hosted he was forced to swat drunk men away from her. she was everything a man could ever want. so why did he constantly sabotage what they had? “missed you,” he murmured, his face burying itself in the crook of her neck, her sweet perfume filling his senses.

“i missed you, too,” she smiled softly. her nails ran through his hair as she pressed kisses to his head. his big hands grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap in an innocent way.

“i love you,” he whispered, not able to keep it in. he knew she’d think it was odd for him to say it first. and she definitely did.

“yeah?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow. “i love you, too.” she pressed another kiss to the back of his head as his breath hit her neck.

what if what he’d done was her last straw? anxious thoughts attacked him as he held her tightly. “we’re in love, aren’t we?” he asked flatly, trying to be casual about his dire need to have that confirmed by his girl.

a small laugh left her lips, pulling his head up to look at him. he stared emotionlessly at her, one hand holding the side of her face now. “what’s gotten into you?” she waited for an answer she soon realized was not coming. “yes, coriolanus. we’re in love.”

that was an answer that could get him through tonight and whatever argument awaited him. “good,” he hummed, before a smile graced his features and he stood up, swinging her legs around his waist. her laugh rang through the house, his favorite sound.

his arms held her tightly, carrying her into the empty kitchen as the help had left hours ago and set her on the counter, patting her thighs before making himself something to eat with his wife sitting pretty and speaking to him as if everything would always be so wonderful. and he prayed it would be.

[eufezco]

❥ kissing them ⸺ coryo, peeta, sejanus, finnick

peacekeeper!coryo is not afraid of taking control. that scrawny boy who was your mentor no longer existed, his head was now shaved, his body had doubled in size and he held a peacekeeper position in your district. who would say huh? who would say that the last thing you'd do before leaving your district was gonna say goodbye to him.

"i'll go with you. meet me in the hanging tree. tomorrow morning." he said and pinched your chin with his fingers so you would look at him.

and so you did, you looked back at him with big eyes. coriolanus turned his head to check that no one was coming and then, with both of his hands holding your head still, he kissed you. his body pressed against yours and you had to take a few steps backward to avoid falling, crashing against the wall, and being trapped between it and corionlanus' body.

his lips were moving with such intensity as if he was trying to devour you, you could even feel your teeth clash. coriolanus squeezed your body even more with his and let out a few grunts straight from his chest when you kissed him back with the same intensity. but then he suddenly broke the kiss trying to catch his breath and looking down. "i'll see you tomorrow." and coriolanus left you there, with you breathing so heavily and having to squeeze your thighs.

mutt!peeta has forgotten what it's like to kiss someone. so one night when you were on watch and peeta couldn't sleep, you decided to go and sit next to him, ignoring the safe distance you were told to keep from him. he would ask you questions to which you would answer real or not to help clear up his confusion.

"we kissed. in the arena. before you shoot your arrow. real or not?"

"real."

peeta slowly nodded, feeling guilty and sorry for not remembering it. you remembered it all too well and you wanted him to do it too. once again ignoring all the security protocols they had prepared for peeta. you moved closer to him and caught his lips with yours. peeta didn't quite know what to do, but your lips felt good, the knot that had formed in his stomach told him. it felt so good that peeta was glad that that memory was no longer in his mind so he could live it for the first time again.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled when you parted ways but peeta shook his hands and went in for another kiss.

mentor!sejanus is desperate. his father had found him a good tribute to mentor but that person was from his own district. was that on purpose? his father always said that sejanus never truly left district 2. was he trying to punish him?

he left the academy room from which you were watching the reaping. he was sitting by your side and you could see the tight grip he had on his own uniform pants, nervous, before his tribute was announced. once the girl from the district you had been assigned was chosen, you walked out of the room after him.

he was mad, pacing back and forth around the hallway, talking to himself and waving his hands in indignation you got in his way and sejanus didn't seem to notice because he was so angry. you stopped him before he bumped into you, placing your hands on both of his cheeks and bringing your lips together. the boy's body seemed to release all the tension it had built up as he melted in your hands.

you broke away when everyone began to applaud for the end of the harvest. "any better?" you asked.

sejanus' cheeks grew hot, my god could you see them turning red? he let out all the air in his lungs and fixed his uniform. "yeah, i think so."

tribute!finnick is dying of nerves and all he can think about is your lips. his name had been picked again after five years. finnick didn't mind going back to the arena, he already won once and he had no doubt he would do it again, what hurt him was to be apart from you.

they let you see him before they took him to the capitol.

you threw yourself into his arms. finnick placed his hands on your cheeks and connected his lips with yours. you dug your fingers into his blonde locks of hair, pushing him as close to you as possible. his hands slid up and down your back, trying to hold you all in his arms. when he was starving in the arena he wanted to remember your lips. finnick's lips moved desperately against yours, knowing that this would be the last time he would have them for a long time. finnick wanted to remember their softness, how your saliva mixed, the way your teeth bit into his lower lip, the soft moans that escaped from your mouth due to the intensity of the kiss...

"and if i die in that arena, my last thought would be of your lips." you heard him say through your tv during his interview with caesar.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Favorite Things

Caspian Snow knows very few things.

He came into his family as the youngest, the baby, the smallest. But he wouldn't have it any other way. It helps that his big sisters know everything already; they can tie their shoes and open the doors. What else could you possibly need to know?

But Caspian knows one thing for certain: his Momma is his favorite person in the whole wide world.

He's only two, so maybe things could change, but he doesn't think so. There is no one in the world like his Momma. There are faint memories of her from when he was even smaller than he is now. She says he used to fit in his Father's hand so easily because he was so small. Caspain thinks of himself to be quite big now, standing a little over two feet.

Every day when he gets woken up, her smiling face is the first thing he sees. Not his sisters or his Father, but his Momma. She is the most consistent thing in his life. Besides Lenny, of course.

Momma says that he was gifted Lenny was he was just a baby and that he's never cared for the other stuffed animals he was given. Caspian doesn't mind the other animals, but no one is like Lenny the Lion.

"Caspian, darling, come along."

He looks up from his blocks, almost finished with his tower. "Stay, Momma," he says, grabbing another block. She smiles but shakes her head, "We have to go to dinner, darling. You can play with your blocks tomorrow."

Caspian knows how long that will take. Everything feels like it takes forever these days. It's taken him forever to learn how to walk, let alone talk.

His first word was obviously 'Momma,' which surprised no one. His sisters, Ceraphina and Celeste, refer to her as 'Mommy.' It just doesn't roll off the tongue the same way to him. For the longest time, Caspian didn't realize that Momma had another name, a real name just like his.

He used to think that her name was 'Darling,' since that's what Father always calls her.

"Darling, come here, please."

"You look beautiful, darling."

"Oh, darling, I missed you."

Caspian was sure that her name was 'Darling' until Momma started taking him with her to run errands. Everyone would come up to them and say how cute he was, which he could not deny. That was when he was introduced to a new name for Momma.

Soarynn.

"Oh, he's so precious, Soarynn."

"Soarynn, you didn't tell me he looked just like his father!"

"Are you free for lunch this Saturday, Soarynn?"

Caspian decided a few things right then and there. The first being that his Momma had the prettiest name in the entire world. The second being that he much preferred to call her Momma, even if he did know her name. And the last being that everyone loved her.

Especially Father.

Father has been around just as much as Momma has, except he leaves a lot during the day and comes home at night. Momma is always so excited to see him, even if she's playing with Caspian and his sisters. She'll leave them with their nanny, whom he's still not too sure about. No one will ever be like Momma.

Momma loves to kiss Father on the face and hug him, almost never letting go. Caspian has come to the conclusion that if he is to also get married, he'll have to marry Momma, or at least someone just like her.

He won't be marrying someone like his sisters. No, no, no. His sisters can be so bossy sometimes. They love to tell him what to do and run circles around him. Caspian has told Lenny about this many times in private, how Momma and Father should've just had him instead of his sisters, and Lenny totally agrees.

It's not easy being the only boy in the family.

"Oh, but the cook made your favorite," Momma tells him, crouching down so they're at the same height. "She made you lamb stew. Remember how much you liked it the other week at the restaurant?"

Caspian remembers the restaurant very well, only because they kept bringing his family bread. Caspian had never seen so much bread in his life, and certainly not all at the same time in the same place. Momma ordered him lamb stew, and it was very yummy. Apparently, it's his favorite now.

"Yes, Momma."

Caspian doesn't really like to argue with her, not when his sisters do enough of that already. Ceraphina thinks she's an adult, so she doesn't need help with anything. Caspian has watched her swat Momma's hand away one too many times these past few weeks whenever she needed help.

Caspian can't fathom not needing Momma's help.

Celeste is no better because she just copies everything Ceraphina does. Ceraphina calls this being a 'copycat,' which is a word they're not allowed to use anymore because Father said so.

They have a lot of words they aren't allowed to say in their house.

Momma smiles and presses a kiss to his cheek. "That's my sweet boy. Come on, we don't want to keep the others waiting." Caspian allows his Momma to pick him up and carry him out of the playroom. He holds onto her with one hand and holds onto Lenny with the other.

Lenny comes everywhere with him.

They go to the dining room, and everyone else is already there.

"Mommy, Ceraphina won't let me try her water!"

Caspian buries his face in Momma's neck, smelling the sweet scent she always carries around with her. She smells like vanilla ice cream and cupcakes.

"You two have the same water, Celeste," Momma explains patiently, sitting down in her chair. Caspian stays in her lap, more than happy with his spot. He does have a highchair, but it's so uncomfortable.

"Does he really need to sit in your lap? His highchair is there for a reason, darling." Father's voice is always an unwelcome sound to Caspian's ears because he's always trying to steal Momma away from him.

"Oh, I don't mind. Caspian likes sitting on my lap."

Caspian nods in agreement. "Yes."

"See? He's perfectly fine, Coryo."

Father doesn't look too sure, though. He stares at Caspian with his bright eyes, making Caspian feel like he's in trouble. Father has always been distant from him. He's different with his sisters, he's nicer and doesn't try to take them away from Momma.

But he's always trying to keep Caspian away from Momma.

Caspian doesn't really understand why. He hardly knows the man if he's being completely honest. Father is gone when he wakes up, and comes home right before bedtime. Momma always makes him come and say goodnight to Caspian, and it's awkward for both of them.

People say Caspian looks just like his Father, so maybe Father doesn't like that. But people also say that Ceraphina looks just like Momma, and Father doesn't care at all.

"No, darling, he needs to learn how to be a big boy. Don't you, Caspian?"

"No," Caspian says, grabbing onto Momma's necklace, "Momma, no."

Father sighs, "See? He's never going to grow up if you keep coddling him like that, darling."

Caspian clings to his Momma for dear life when he feels his Father's cold hands wrapping around him, prying his son off his mother.

"No, Momma, no!" Caspian cries, flailing his arms and dropping Lenny in the process. Momma looks heartbroken as Caspian is carried away from her despite his fighting attempts to escape. "Momma, Momma, no! No!"

"You need to be a big boy, Caspian," Father grunts, trying to put him in the highchair, but Caspian kicks his legs to stop that from happening.

"MOMMA!" He howls, tears streaming down his face.

He can hear chairs sliding across the wooden floorboards, and his Momma's soft, sweet voice fills his ears again. "Give him to me, Coriolanus. It's alright, Caspian, it's alright. Momma's right here."

Through his snot and tears, Caspian watches Momma take him back into her safe embrace, holding him so tightly against her chest. Caspian instantly wraps his arms around her neck, vowing to never let go of her as long as he lives.

"He dropped Lenny, Mommy."

Caspian looks down at Celeste, who has Lenny in her hand, holding up the Lion for him to take. "Thank you, darling, that's very sweet of you," Momma says to her. Caspian mumbles a thank you and takes Lenny back, holding onto him for dear life, too.

Father is to blame for all of this. He's decided that already.

Dinner goes by fast, and Caspian sits in Momma's lap the entire time, happy as can be. Father doesn't even look at him while they eat, but Caspian knows enough to know that he is upset about him crying for Momma.

It's a good thing he won't run into him until they have dinner again tomorrow night.

After dinner comes dessert, which was ice cream tonight. His sisters ask for chocolate while Caspian asks for vanilla since it reminds him of how Momma smells. His parents talk about things he doesn't understand, like anniversaries and doctor's appointments. They mention Petunia, and he knows who that is.

Petunia is their cat.

Father says she's evil, whatever that means.

Petunia is a white cat, so she must be vanilla flavored, too. She loves Momma, and she loves Caspian too. She'll lie next to him on the floor while he plays with his toys, and she even killed a spider once, saving his life. Caspian doesn't know how, but Petunia has the same eyes Momma has.

If Momma were an animal, she'd look just like Petunia.

It's time for a bath after that, and Caspian gets to wear his duck pajamas once he's all clean. "You look so handsome, darling," Momma coos, brushing through his curls. Caspian beams up at her. She is the prettiest person he has ever seen. Momma has a kind smile and pretty eyes. Her face has lots of dots covering it, like stars in the sky. She has long blonde hair that always smells good.

Momma is his favorite person in the whole wide world.

"Let's get you to bed, hmm?"

Caspian doesn't fuss like his sisters do. Today was a long day, and he's ready for bed. He usually dreams about going to the park and spending time with Momma. One time, he had a scary dream that Momma wasn't here anymore and woke up crying. Luckily, nothing happened to Momma, and she helped him get back to sleep.

"You're getting so big," she whispers, carrying him over to his crib. "Soon, you'll need a bigger bed!" Caspian has no qualms about his crib, he's slept in it all his life, no need to change things. He can sleep in it until he's at least Momma's age.

"Bed," he agrees. Momma gently lowers him into the crib, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, my sweet boy. Momma loves you so, so much, my darling."

She leans down and kisses his cheek, and Caspian does his best to remember the feeling of his Momma putting him to bed. Ceraphina doesn't want anyone to put her to bed, but Caspian will always want Momma to kiss him goodnight.

"Love Momma," he says to her. Momma smiles against his cheek. "I love you too, my darling. I'll sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep."

Sometimes Momma will read him a bedtime story, and other times, she'll sing him a lullaby. Caspian watches her turn off the lights, and his room darkens, but he can still see her faint outline.

"Gumdrops make Heaven, Raindrops make Dew, Songbirds with feathers know I love you, Foxes are clever, Ravens are too, But Songbirds with feathers know I love you."

As Caspian drifts off to sleep, he thinks about all the big things he'll have to do when he grows up, like sit in his own chair at dinner. But that's so far away, and Momma will always be here no matter what.

She's his favorite thing in the whole wide world.

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[fanfic-wonderland]

Lifesavers - Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus x Reader

Summary: You and Coriolanus have always competed for the top spot at the Academy. When you were both chosen as mentors for the 10th Hunger Games, your rivalry only increased, the two of you determined to come out as the victor. However, things changed when, while on a tour of the Capitol Arena, bombs began to go off, and you found yourself saving your rival's life while endangering yours.

Word count: 2.7k

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Coriolanus woke up with a low groan and his back against a hard surface. He blinked through the dark surroundings while sitting up, trying to make sense of where he was and how he got there. It looked like he was in some sort of dark tunnel, but he couldn't catch sight of an exit or anything that indicated he could get out. As he forced his brain to remember what had happened before he blacked out, he heard a sarcastic voice nearby. “Well, good morning, sunshine,”

Snow blinks again when he turned his head in the direction of the voice, and he saw you sitting on the ground, your back against the wall facing him with folded arms. Of course, he thought. "Where are we?" He asked coolly.

“Stuck somewhere at the Capitol Arena,” You replied. “Until someone realizes we're gone, I suppose.”

Coriolanus's expression shifted as the memories from earlier came back to him all at once—the mentors and the tributes touring the arena, him discussing strategies with Lucy Gray… then, the bombing happened. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "How long have we been here?"

You shrugged. “It feels like It's been at least an hour, but who knows.”

"An hour…" He muttered under his breath, frowning. Surely someone must've noticed your absences by now, so what was taking them so long to come back for the two of you? He raised his gaze again, his eyes lingering on your shadowed figure for a few seconds before he spoke again. "And how did we get here?"

You stayed silent for a moment like you were debating whether to answer him or not. Coriolanus began to think you wouldn't say anything until he heard you sigh. "You were lying on the ground, already unconscious, and everyone else was running, so I just…” He heard you shifting slightly, a quiet wince escaping your mouth as you moved. “This was the safest place I could find before a bunch of debris fell and blocked the path.”

"And you... carried me? All the way here?" He asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied you through the dark. He knew that the two of you weren't exactly close and it seemed odd that you would care enough to save him.

You scoffed. "Well, I wasn't just going to let you die. I mean, I know we're not exactly friends, but I'm not evil.”

Coriolanus quirked a brow but said nothing. He hated the fact that it had to be you who had saved him. He focused his eyes on your face, and it was then that he noticed a cut on your forehead. The sight of it annoyed him for some reason, and he scowled. "You're bleeding." He pointed out.

Your fingers reached up to touch where his eyes were staring and, sure enough, you felt the thick liquid on your skin. "It's nothing," you said flatly.

Stubborn as always, Coriolanus thought. He could simply ignore your injury and let you deal with it, or... he could try to be somewhat decent and at least try to help you. You did save his life, after all. "Let me see it," He said after coming to a decision.

"I already told you, It’s nothing—”

"Don't be stubborn," He cut you off, a hint of irritation in his voice. He was suddenly moving closer before you could stop him. He reached with one hand and gently tilted your head, his eyes taking a better look at the cut.

You did your best to avoid eye contact with him, looking anywhere but his face as he examined your wound. "How bad is it, doctor?" You asked sarcastically. 

Your comment earned you a small glare from Coriolanus. Ignoring your attempt at humor, he continued to inspect the cut, his fingers gently hovering over the wound. "It's not too deep," He said, his voice quieter. "But it's still bleeding quite a bit.” His eyes flicked down to your abdominal area, realizing now that you weren't just folding your arms—you had your hand pressed to your right side underneath your uniform jacket. “Are you injured anywhere else?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

Your lips formed a straight line. “Why do you even—”

“Are you injured?” He asked again, his tone sharper this time.

You closed your mouth. Instead of replying, you began to remove your jacket defeatedly. The movement hurt like hell, but you managed to slip it out of your shoulders somehow. The side of your shirt had been slightly ripped and was soaked in your blood. Coriolanus's expression hardened as he stared down at it, his jaw clenched. “Why didn't you say anything?”

"Well, there isn't a lot we can do about it if we're stuck in here, can we?" You snapped back.

“Maybe not, but you still should've said something," He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Letting out a frustrated sigh, his eyes went back to the injury. “Let me take a look,”

“Why?”

“We might have to apply pressure to it to stop the bleeding,” He said.

You didn't argue with him further, but you were still hesitant as you began to lift the side of your shirt. His eyes widened when he saw the extent of the injury. "This is bad," He muttered under his breath. The sight of the wound made him feel uneasy. He leaned closer to get a better look. "How did it even happen?" 

You shook your head. “I can't even remember. Everything was happening so fast, I…”

You remembered the sound of the screams, the bombs going off, and your heart drumming in your ear. You remembered the smoke and the people running around clouding your vision, but somehow spotting an unconscious Coriolanus with ease. You remembered dragging him to the most secluded corner you could find and debris falling everywhere, nearly crashing the two of you. During all of that, you must've hurt yourself without even feeling anything.

Coriolanus nodded, his eyes still focused on the wound. He could tell that it was pretty deep and that you were in serious pain. He looked back up, his eyes meeting yours. "I need you to trust me on this one," He said, his tone firm. He was not usually the one to take charge in a situation like this, but there was no other choice right now. He had to do something.

And you had no other choice but to trust him. “Okay,”

He was glad that you followed along without trying to argue. There was nothing that he could use to press to your wound, so he took off his jacket instead. “This might hurt,” he warned as he scooted closer to you. 

When you nodded, he slowly pressed the jacket against the wounded area, applying the slightest pressure. You hissed at the contact, pressing your lips together to suppress a scream. You shut your eyes, hands curling into fists. “I know, I know,” Coriolanus said, his voice softer than usual. “But It’s only for a little bit. The bleeding should be slowing down soon.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You took a few deep breaths, tears brimming in your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you experienced anything so painful. Coriolanus couldn’t help but watch you, an odd sensation tugging at him. He didn’t know what came over him, but he suddenly found himself wanting to offer you any sort of comfort. “Do you need to hold on to something?”

You nodded. It was the only thing you could manage. Coriolanus hesitated for a moment before placing his free hand on yours, his fingers firmly wrapped around your hand. If you hadn’t been in so much pain, you would’ve smacked his hand away, but right now, it was your best bet. You squeezed it as tight as you could. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, letting you focus on the pain. However, he felt the need to distract you, to ease your suffering in any way that he could. “You’re doing good,” He said. “And you’re being surprisingly cooperative as well,”

You let out a weak chuckle, silently appreciating his attempt to distract you. "That's because I have no choice,"

Coriolanus laughed in a silent huff, the faint hint of a smile forming on his lips. "I suppose you’re right." He said. He couldn’t help but notice the slight shift in your voice, and he wondered if you were close to passing out. The thought worried him for a moment. He tried to be more careful with applying pressure against the wound. “Don’t pass out on me,”

You shook your head, although you were starting to feel unsure of how much longer you’d be able to stay awake. Your body was feeling heavier by the minute. Coriolanus seemed to notice. “Talk to me. It’ll keep you awake.”

“Okay, um..." You tried to think of anything to talk about, but your mind was blank. "What do you want to talk about?"

He pondered silently for a few seconds longer before he said the first topic that came to his mind. “Your family.”

You were taken aback by his suggestion. "You want to talk about my family?"

Coriolanus shrugged. “Just thought you’d like to talk about them.”

You blinked at him for a few moments, but eventually, you leaned back against the wall and began to speak. "Well, you already know that my dad is a doctor and my mom is a professor at the University, and, well, you also know I have a younger brother at the Academy," You pause. “Do you remember my older sister?”

“I do,” He nodded. “Tigris and her were friends back when they were still in school.”

You nodded as well. “Well, she got married to an architect, and they recently had a kid.”

Coriolanus’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Did she now? Good for her.”

“Yeah,” You smiled softly. 

His eyes lingered on you for a brief moment before he asked, “What about your brother? What has he been up to?”

“Being annoying, like always,” You replied with a scoff. Coriolanus chuckled. “What about your family? How are they doing?”

His expression faltered for a moment and he dropped his gaze, the question catching him off guard. He rarely spoke to anyone about his family, finding that, in conversations like this, the less attention he brought to the Snow name, the better. But he figured it didn’t matter at the moment. “Well, Tigris works with Fabricia Whatnot now, and the Grandma’am is… well, she’s just being the Grandma’am.”

You let out a laugh, another wave of pain suddenly hitting you. You fought back a wince. “I see. That sounds nice, though.” Coriolanus stayed quiet. It was far from being as nice as it seemed, but he wasn’t going to say that. "What... what else do you want to talk about?" You managed to ask him.

Coriolanus snapped out of his little trance and his eyes darted back to your face. You were growing paler and he could tell that the pain was getting worse. He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing your hand tighter, trying to think of anything to talk about until suddenly, a thought popped into his head. A subject that he wouldn’t normally bring up, but one that seemed fitting in the current situation, somehow. “You know, we’ve been rivals for years now…”

You nodded flatly. “We have,”

“Do you remember the first time we spoke?” He asked you.

You chuckled. That was way back when you two were still kids. "Surprisingly, I do," you said, thinking back to that day. "We were at the school's playground, and you approached me while Lysistrata and I were playing in the swing set. You pointed at a nearby tree and said that my hair looked like the bird's nest on top of it."

A small smirk formed on Coriolanus’s lips as he recalled the memory. “You were crying at the time, if I remember correctly.” He added, his voice slightly teasing.

You couldn’t contain another laughter, even when it sent yet another sharp pain through you. "I was. And then I believe I approached you afterward and pushed you into the sandbox."

Coriolanus laughed as well, his expression amused. “I still remember the sand getting in my eyes.” He said. “You were the first person ever to push me into the sand. I remember being angry at the time, but looking back…it was kind of hilarious.”

"It was," you said. Your eyes began to feel droopy. "We never did get along, did we?"

He noticed how heavy your eyelids looked, his eyes lingering on your face. You looked like you were about to pass out at any moment. “We didn’t,” He finally spoke again, his voice quiet. “But we also never tried to, either.”

You lightly shook your head slightly, tilting it back against the wall. "And now look at us... fighting for our lives together inside an arena... who would've thought..."

Coriolanus hesitated for a moment before he spoke, the words coming out in a soft murmur. “Just try to stay awake, okay? Stay with me a little longer.” 

Your grip on his hand loosened. You heard him speak, but he sounded distant now. He could sense that you were slipping away, and he desperately grabbed your hand again, squeezing it tighter. “No, no, no. Come on, don’t pass out yet. Just keep talking to me, okay?”

You hummed, doing your best to stay awake. "What do I talk about?"

“Anything,” He tried not to sound frantic as he wracked his mind to come up with something to keep you focused, to keep you awake. And suddenly, an idea popped into his head. “Tell me about your favorite childhood memory,”

You smiled faintly. "My favorite childhood memory..." You said, talking and blinking slowly. "It was probably when my parents took me and my siblings to the fair for the first time. You remember the fair?"

Coriolanus nodded quickly. He remembered the fair all too well - the colorful lights, the laughter and joyful screams of the people around him, the sweet smell of cotton candy, and the sound of the calliope in the background. “I remember.” He said, desperate to keep you talking. “So, you liked the fair?”

"It was my favorite place in the world back then. My sister and I rode nearly all of the rides, and I remember my brother crying because he still couldn't get into a lot of them..." You swallowed, struggling to continue. "I remember my dad buying us candy apples and popcorn and lemonade. Everything tasted like what I imagined heaven felt like as a child…"

Coriolanus listened to your words, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face. “That all sounds incredible,” he said.

“It was,” You agreed before letting out a long sigh. “I’m tired…”

His smile vanished and his eyes widened at your words, panic spiking within him once more. “No,” The hand holding the jacket against your wound went up to grip yours. “No, you can’t fall asleep yet. Just stay awake a little longer, okay?” You tried to speak, but it was like you couldn’t move your lips anymore. It was getting harder to keep your eyes open. "Stay awake, come on..."

In a moment of desperation, Coriolanus brought your intertwined hands to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss onto your knuckles, his eyes never leaving your face. He was the last thing you saw before your eyes gave up and closed completely. 

Coriolanus’s heart sank to his stomach. No no no…. He reached out to lightly shake your shoulder, trying to get a response from you, but nothing happened. You were completely unconscious now, and his mind was overwhelmed with panic and worry. You couldn’t die here. Not like this…

A low rumbling sound came from the large pile of debris blocking their path and his head snapped up, his eyes searching around quickly. In one moment, the pile collapsed, clearing out the exit, and a group of Peacekeepers walked in. They looked around the room with their flashlights until they spotted you and him on the ground. Coriolanus turned back to you as he heard them approach the two of you. Two of them helped him up while a third one crouched down next to you to check your pulse. After a moment, he turned to the others. "She's still breathing," he announced. “But we need to take her to get checked out right away, or else she won't make it.”

He could feel the relief and adrenaline coursing through his body as the Peacekeeper lifted you. You’re still alive. You’re alive.

[tearsonthemoons]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

warning: smut

pairing: president snow x reader

promt: after years apart and the same feelings still remaining, y/n happens to run into her past lover Coriolanus at the old cottage they used to share.

The sun was setting in a rich tapestry of gold and crimson as I strolled through the familiar streets of my old village, the typical things on my mind, my old cottage, my old music box, the sweet bakery smells, and of course, the man I'm still desperate for despite the years behind our no longer continuing story.

As I continued to walk through my favorite field, the one I first kissed Coriolanus in, the air was fragrant with the scent of blooming jasmine and night time flowers, stirring up long-forgotten memories. It had been years since I last walked this way, the cobblestones familiar beneath my feet, and yet they felt different—charged with nostalgia and longing within my untouched and hungry body.

As I rounded the corner, right next to Corios old cottage we'd spend our late nights in, I could hardly believe my eyes. There stood Coriolanus, leaning against the gate of his old cottage building, a half-smile gracing his lips as he pulled something from his rusted mailbox.

He hadn't changed much; his tousled light hair glimmered in the fading light, and those sharp blue eyes still had the ability to hold my attention completely. I caught my own breath, and reached for the trim of my dress to keep me steady.

"it's been ages," I said, approaching him cautiously.

"Y/n?" he said walked right over to me, quickly finding a place to place the mail so that he could pull me into a hug. We were childhood friends before all else anyways.

His long arms wrapped around my waist, his chin rested onto my shoulder, my hair filling his scent, he was just as warm as I could remember. I took a deep breath as he slowly pulled away from me, slyly letting his hands stay longer than what should've been deemed welcome.

"It's been long, Corio." I said looking at him with all my desire lingering.

"Too long," he replied, his voice was deep and inviting. After smiling at one another for a while longer, he offers. "You should come up for a cup of tea—catch up. My balcony's the best place to reminisce." his voice was teetering on a stutter.

Yet there was something magnetic about his invitation. Temptation tugged at me, a whisper in my head that said, "What's the worst that could happen?" knowing that this was probably going to end up somewhere it hasn't in years, but somewhere its wanted to.

I nodded, and he stepped aside, holding the gate open with a sweet smile on his face.

As we climbed the stairs throughout his old place, the building exhaled memories—laughter, love, and especially heartaches. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, Coriolanus and I had been entangled in an unspoken flame that flickered only in stolen moments in the hot nights and heated touches. A situation that neither of us knew how to define, yet it clung to my heart like a tattoo on my skin, like a catchy rhythm I couldn't get out of my head, something I couldn't erase.

Then finally, we reached his balcony, the fields sprawled out before us, a canvas of life painted with twinkling lights and the distant sound of bugs and wind. The cool evening air was refreshing, blowing my hair every which way, keeping his eyes glued on me.

Coriolanus gestured for me to sit, the same two chairs we sit and chat in for hours were there, and the table I had said my last goodbye to him over. As he disappeared into his cottage or a moment, and I took in the view, letting my heart race with the excitement and the chance of rekindling an old flame that I wasn't ready to yet let go of.

Finally, He returned with two steaming mugs, the aroma of chamomile wafting towards me. My favorite. "Thought you might enjoy this," he said, handing me a cup. Our fingers brushing against each other for a fleeting moment, and an electric jolt surged through me as I held tightly to the warm mug.

He settled into his chair, his eyes filled with thought, and his body not resting like mine had been.

Slowly settling into easy conversation, reminiscing about the past—the adventure, the late-night talks on this very balcony, the secret smiles exchanged in crowded rooms. Laughter pinged around us, and it felt like no time had passed at all.

And beneath the surface, there was a weight we could neither ignore nor address. As the tea cooled in our mugs, the talk turned toward that exact weight. Corio has started to ask me about my life, and I shrugged, attempting to downplay the emptiness that had crept in over the last year without him.

"Have you been seeing anyone?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with curiosity. I wanted to lie, I didn't want him to know. Know that he was still the only one.

I hesitated, unsure of how to navigate how to lie to him, if I could lie to him. Ultimatly realizing I couldn't. "Not really. Haven't been... looking, I guess."

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow, a nearly teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "looking? That sounds like a mild way to say you're living like a nun."

I couldn't help but chuckle, but beneath the laughter lay a sting of truth. "More like a hermit, really. It's been over a year since... well, you know."

His expression shifted, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Over a year? Really?" he leaned forward in his chair, keeping his curious eyes on me.

"Surprised?," I replied, a rush of vulnerability coursing through me. "Sometimes it just... happens, you know?" I avoided his eyes, I couldn't let him know he was the reason. "Just not for me recently."

"I know," he added, standing and leaning forward on the railing, his gaze even more intense on me. "So, what's stopping you? You know, from... changing that?"

A blush crept to my cheeks at the implication. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I felt a familiar longing rising within. "Life is complicated, Coriolanus. It's not as easy as just flipping a switch." I uttered before standing closer to him. Both of us facing one another now. My heart still racing as fast as it did like when we were dumb kids.

He leaned closer, his eyes going from my eyes to my lips, the distance between us shrinking. "No, it's not. why flip a switch you know?" His eyes danced with mischief and the same longing I saw in my own eyes every time Id Envision him with me. "I could... help you with that, you know." He said, mere inches from my face.

My breath hitched at his words. "Help me with what?" I said, even though I know exactly what he's saying.

"Fixing your little... situation," he replied, his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper in my ear. "If that's what you really want, y/n?"

I smiled, softly feelings his fingers dance with mine. "Why flip a switch, right?" I say.

Caught in that heated moment, I couldn't suppress the thrill that surged through me. There was something intoxicating about his proposition. As if sensing the crackle of tension in the air, Coriolanus closed the gap between us, his face so close I could feel his breath. "What do you say, huh? Like old times?" he said pushing a piece of hair behind my ear, his breath brushed against my lips, sending sweet shivers down my spine.

There was a spark, a magnetic pull that rendered me unable to resist. I leaned in, our mouths crashing together in a deep kiss—one that tasted of my favorite tea and the years lost between us. It was all-consuming; the doubts around us faded until it was just me, him, and the feelings that never left.

His hands cradled my face gentle, deepening the kiss as I melted under his touch. I felt a hunger ignite, and I instinctively pressed my body against his, reveling in the feel of his warmth and strength. The kiss transformed from soft exploration to violent grabbing—our lips bruising, his large hands grabbing me tightly in dangerous territory, as we rediscovered each other.

"Are you sure?" Coriolanus murmured breathlessly, pulling away just enough to meet my gaze, searching for my consent.

My heart raced in response, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. "Yes," I whispered, a softness threading through my voice. That single word came out as a promise—a reckless abandon into our past, and that spark of youthful chaos I had thought we lost.

With newfound quickness, he pushed me against the railing. his scent filled around me, an endless mindset of possibilities filled my mind as he pressed me firmly against the iron bars. My heart thudded as his mouth crashed into mine again, more insistent this time. It was primal—a collision of need and desire that threatened to engulf us both.

His hands roamed my body as I lost myself in the rhythm of our intensity, one hand helping support what the railing couldn't, and he other lingering over my sensitive areas, his warm hands slowly going from my knee all the way up my thigh, his lips detaching so he could watch me twitch.

With one deft motion, he spun us around, His sudden stop of touch making me whine, but making up for it by pinning me against the balcony wall. The cool surface of the brick pressed against my back contrasted with the heat radiating from his body. Desperation coursed through me as his hands pulled my thigh up around his lower waist, opening my enterence up to tease me.

"let me have you right now" he breathed against my ear, finding the delicate skin below it with his lips, igniting a trail of fire across my neck.

"Here? Right now?" I gasped, my breath hitching again, the rush of adrenaline making everything feel intoxicating,

He pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Why not? The night is ours—and frankly, I don't think either one of us can wait much longer."

With a flourish, he turned me around, pinning me hands on the wall, a sharp gasp leaving my mouth as I felt his erection press into my backside. I felt his warm hands again, this time pulling up the back of my dress slowly. I need him now.

"Stop teasing me. I want it now." I said eagerly.

"whatever you say y/n" He began to pull down my panties, gripping onto my waist. feeling the contours of my body, tracing the curve of my waist, sending little shocks of pleasure coursing through me. With a deft hand, he began to undo the buttons of his pants, his lost touch igniting every nerve.

I bit my lip, waiting for the largeness I remembered. "Ready for me baby?" he said kissing down my back, keeping me still. "Please." I pleaded still pinned to the bricked wall.

"Whatever you say." He said kissing my back one last time. Slowly he began to wet his fingers, slowly teasing my sensitive area, then one by one adding a finger. Each one making me moan and hold onto the wall however I could. A quick laugh escaping his lips as he began to move them in and out.

His touch now was nearly to much, I couldn't began to explain my excitement for his length. But I know he could sense it. "All prepared for me now." he said leaning against me, kissing my neck. I felt his erection tease my enterence.

as he kissed his way back to his position, I felt him push his tip slowly into me. I couldn't help but squirm in need. "Please, do it already." I exclaimed, before he quickly pushed himself into me. A sharp gasp left my lips, my hand immediately reaching for his. As he rested inside me for a minute, his breath in my ear, he pulled out with a sharp gasp from his mouth.

He put my hand back on the wall, moving my hair off my back to make room for more kisses as he pushed in and out of me, his hands remaining tangled in my locks as he moved at the pace he remembered I liked.

"God I've missed you." He said, breathe shaky, still pounding with harsh passion into me. "You have no idea." a deep moan escaped my lips, the sensation of him stretching me igniting pleasure that shot through my needy body. He pulled back only to thrust even deeper, each movement deliberate, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge.

"Tell me how it feels," he urged, his voice a velvet whisper that curled around my senses. "Let me hear you."

I gasped, the rhythm increasing, each thrust drawing me further in. "It feels even better then I remembered," I managed to breath out, pushing back against him, every fiber of my being craving him more and more.

"mhm," he replied, the dominance in his tone sending waves of heat through me. "You're so good for me"

In that moment, I felt his hands tighten around you, anchoring me to him as the intensity built. There was something primal in the way he moved, something so raw that it sent my thoughts spiraling, leaving nothing but the need to surrender entirely.

"Just like that—don't hold back," he commanded, his voice deep and demanding, urging you me embrace the wildness of my passion. I felt the pressure building, a tight coil of pleasure winding in my core, urging me to release.

As he reached that exquisite spot within me, waves of pleasure began to ripple through my body, stronger with each thrust. The world around me faded entirely as the sensation overtook me, electric shocks of bliss dancing along my spine.

I gasped, the past between us roaring to a fever pitch. With a final thrust, everything ignited within me, the intense waves crashing over me in an overwhelming rush. I was limp on the wall. still breathing heavy as he finished out his high. Feeling more sensitive then ever before.

Coriolanus's voice reached me, dark and familiar, wrapping around my senses. "I've never missed anything more" he urged, pushing me to the brink of something I couldn't control. And as the tide of it all consumed me, I surrendered to the bliss, to the acknowledgement that I stilled loved him. That he was all I was ever going to want. 

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[risingoftime]

“Tell me you love me,” you begged. 

Coriolanus looked at you sullenly, "You know I can't do that." It was the night before his departure back to the Capitol. He had heard the news from the Commander that Coriolanus was the youngest to pass the officer candidate test. Naturally, he was ecstatic; it was a chance for him to return home to what he knew. But that meant he would be leaving you behind. No opportunity awaited you, no golden ticket to take you away from impoverished District 12. 

"Please, I need to hear it, just this once before you leave." 

His hands tenderly cradled your face, stroking his thumb's pad across your cheek. Leaning in, Coriolanus brought his lips to yours and kissed you as if it would be the last. Deepening the kiss, he allowed your tongue to slip against his. The minutes felt like hours as the two of you embraced each other.

Pulling away to catch your breath, Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you and looked into your eyes when he said. 

"I love you."

masterlist

[coriosbunni]

𐙚⊹ ࣪ - kiss me

pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: straight up fluff, hint of daddy issues :p, slight ooc!coriolanus ?

summary: a peaceful morning in a cabin where y/n wakes up thinking about her relationship with coriolanus.

you wake up to the sounds of the bird chirping outside of the windows. it was a hot night and with no air conditioning, it was hard to sleep with no type of air circulation. corio rectified the problem by opening all the windows to let the cool night breeze in.

you blink your eyes open, seeing coriolanus's buzzed hair in your view right away. you smile thinking back the events from last night. after making dinner together, he showed his love for you in a way that made you glad no one could hear you for miles and miles.

your life with corio in district 12 was different than your life in the capitol. after disobeying your father's advice to not fall in love with a snow, he let you follow your boyfriend in district 12 after he was sent there for helping his tribute win the hunger games. he thought a lesson is learned best when you experience it for yourself.

you obviously had a different opinion on your relationship with corio than your father did. to you, corio was the only one you could lean to. unlike your father, he actually cared about you and protected you. you were glad to have a man like him in your life.

you get up from the bed carefully and decide to go out to the porch to let your mind wander. you sit on the chair and tuck your legs close to you.

you miss your family back home, but what good is a family if they never supported you? they never bothered to even give you an ounce of attention. the snows were the only one you could really count as a family.

tigris was closer to you than your actual sister. you were thankful to have grown up with the snows. they gave you love and affection that your own family never did.

coriolanus was the best thing to happen to you. you couldn't believe you were finally living your lives alone, together. you continue to ponder about your new life with your boyfriend.

coriolanus stirs in bed, feeling y/n's absence beside him. he opens his eyes groggily, scanning the empty space beside him, and then suddenly noticing the open front door. concern and worry flood his mind as he quickly sits up in bed and glances around, searching for his lover.

he stands up quietly, stepping out of bed and padding silently over to the porch, his heart racing with worry and apprehension. but it all goes away once he lays his eyes on you sitting peacefully.

he approaches you with a slight worry in his eyes. he didn't know what to make of him waking up without you by his side. "is everything okay my love?" worry filling his voice.

"mmhm everythings okay corio" you smile up at him, getting up from your chair to wrap your arms around his waist. the sudden hug took coriolanus by surprise but he isn't mad about it.

his arms wrap around you like a protective shield, he can tell theres a lot in your mind, "what you thinking about bunny?" he murmurs softly, his voice filled with love and concern.

"just glad to have you in my life 's all" you mumble still in his arms. he smiles at your response, his heart warming up to your words. he presses soft kisses on your hair and temples, his touch gentle and comforting.

"i feel the same way about you. you've brought so much joy and love to my life, and the thought of losing you breaks my heart." he responds. he cups your face in his hand, his gaze meeting yours, full of sincerity. "you are my everything bunny."

your heart swells with how in love you are with him. your chest fills with this bittersweet feeling that you can't get rid of. "i love you so much corio" you confess.

coriolanus's heart swells with love as he hears this. he pulls her as close as he can get, his embrace tight and protective. coriolanus gives you a kiss, your lips meeting in a tender and passionate embrace. he pours his love and devotion into the kiss, his arms tightening around you as he deepens it. "i am yours, my love," he whispers against your lips, his voice full of emotion and desire.

"forever and always."

your heart swells with love and contentment as he says those words, and he leans in to rest his forehead against yours, "and i am forever yours," you whisper back.

the feel of his forehead against yours, the closeness, and the safety of his embrace makes you feel like nothing could hurt you as long as you stayed together. your love and bond is unbreakable, and you know that you'll always have each other to lean on, no matter what the future holds.

your history with him shows how your love perseveres through anything.

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

【 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 】

Coriolanus Snow —

THE MORNING SKY (series — in progress)

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader — (posted in order of when I’ve written, so out of timeline order)

TMZ DRAMA

RACHEL + TOM VOGUE INTERVIEW

YOU + JOSH VOGUE INTERVIEW

ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY

MEME GONE WRONG

MEME GONE… RIGHT?

ENCHANTED

TOM BLYTH x ACTRESS!READER taglist — (if your user is bold and not tagged, it means i wasn’t able to tag you.)

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ALSO! since spots fill up so fast, and i’m so grateful for that, i no longer do tag lists for individual characters! keep an eye out for when i post previews to snag a spot on a tag lists! OR follow my backup @kemp-steve and have notifications on!

[spideyhexx]

i need to see a scenario of where reader has a younger sibling that ADORES coryo and he gets to babysit them with reader but he’s not that good with kids

yeah i feel like sometimes he has so little patience, that being around a little kid would leave him utterly exhausted.

Let's say this is peacekeeper!coryo but less insane coryo for this concept's sake.

You live in District 12, he took a very big liking to you and now here you are, spending most of your free time with the Snow boy and feeling the most you've ever felt for someone. And he can say the same! He's let you into the deep recesses of his mind and change him for the better (he hopes).

And you have a little brother but Coryo hasn't had the chance to meet him properly yet. You let it slip to him that you've kinda been talking about him a lot around your brother and that he's very excited to meet someone from the Capitol of all places.

Coryo feels honored by it. But he keeps it to himself that he's not even sure how to handle a little kid. He'd feel pressure, knowing it was someone you cared deeply for and Coryo is not one who likes to mess up.

But I think you'd find it endearing? The way he fumbles when your brother starts to randomly play pretend, telling Coryo he's a dragon and himself, a knight.

Coryo doesn't understand at first that maybe he should let the child win the game of pretend. He catches on quick enough not to spoil the day when you give him a wide-eyed look as your brother's lip trembles when Coryo the dragon is about to kill the knight.

Your brother asks him a thousand questions about the Capitol and Coryo answers every one of them, maybe even ones that are a little too much for a child to hear and you're batting at his shoulder and redirecting the conversation.

And Coryo feels very warm inside later that day when he watches you sing a lullaby to your brother as he lays on the blanket you guys set up near the lake. He starts humming along, knowing the song you're singing and the smile it brings to your lips is enough to make him want to do this day all over again.

let's chat about coryo, here :)

[slutforsnow]

ugh babes i just need coryo to tell me i'm doing a good job as i struggle with school work.

being in high school and doing college work fucking sucks.

OH THANK THE GODS I CAN LET LOOSE ON THIS 🕺 IVE HAD AN IDEA LIKE THIS BUT NO MOTIVATION TO TYPE IT TY COURTNEY TO LET ME DIVULGE IN THIS

You're Doin' Great, Doll

Tw/Cw: none

Summary: Coryo encourages you and tells you you're doing great 🫶🏼

A/N: short and sweet drabble, enjoy :)

"Doll, what's wrong?" Coryo inquired, running a gentle hand down your spine. His touch was cold and comforting due to your head throbbing in pain from studying your high school and college coursework.

You felt drained and simply leaned into his touch, sighing.

"All this fuckin' work, it's killing me," you told him, pushing your books away from yourself.

He hummed for a moment before turning your chair to face him and pulling your head up to meet his sharp gaze.

"I see... and why is it killing you, dove?" He murmured, lazily caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"It's just stressful having to study grades above me," you answered, feeling your body's tension leave you as Coriolanus continued his simple touches.

Another hum and his icy blue eyes softened, finding no reason to not believe you and ignore the doubts that continuously lingered in the back of his mind.

"You're doing great, Doll, even if it doesn't feel like you are. I'm proud of you," He reassured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before taking your hand in his. "You deserve a break. Come. We'll do one of your hobbies before my meeting."

"Coryo, what did I do to deserve you," you breathed out, hugging his arm as he pulled you from your seat and out of your study your parents had made for you.

"Be honest," He answered, half-serious as his lips quirked into a small smile seeing you relax already.

Tags: @hearts4court @snows-wife @delusionalbunni @kiraflowersworld @victory-scream0462 @curled-hair-red-lips

[katerinasas]

you 🩰

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

in which coriolanus snows wife cannot sleep without him.

the red LED clock on the dresser of the Snow’s shared bedroom read 2:04 am. the first lady of panem tossed and turned, her favorite silk nightgown suddenly uncomfortable and her soft hair itchy.

she’d been trying to find any sort of sleep for four hours and yet no matter how exhausted she was, she knew she’d never find it until she had her husband.

she slipped out of the bed, putting on her baby pink slippers and her robe over her shoulders. “it’s okay,” she whispered to their cat who gave a small meow. she pet her head gently, “stay here.”

the bedroom door creaked open and she shut it behind her. the house was dark with warm lamps sporadically lighting the way as her feet padded down the long hallway and downstairs to coriolanus’s office.

his head hung over papers, a hand holding up his head lazily. his once perfectly gelled hair was now messy and ran through, hanging down in his eyes. his tortoise glasses slipped down his nose and a small sigh fell from his lips as he scribbled something down with a gold ballpoint pen.

“coryo?” called his wife softly, making her way across the room.

his head shot up, his most energetic movement in hours. “you should be in bed,” he said, leaning back in his chair. she stood beside him and his arm snaked around her waist, his other hand rubbing her hip as he leaned over to kiss her stomach. “what d’ya need, baby?”

she sighed, holding the back of his head. “you.” he looked up at her with a smirk earning him a smack on the back of the head. “not like that.”

he frowned before pulling away from her. “this is important, sweetheart. you need to sleep, i’ll be there in an hour or so.”

“coryo,” she whined, kneeling at the side of his chair, too tired to stand.

his hand held the side of her face, thumb rubbing her cheek. coriolanus pressed a firm kiss to his wife’s head, attempting to fight the urge to pick her up and go to sleep with her. “i’m sorry, this stuff- it’s all urgent.”

“what is it? maybe i can help?”

“no,” he said shaking his head, “nothing for you to be concerned about.” a deep frown sat on his face. “want me to come tuck you in?”

she shook her head. “i want you to come to bed.” her hand sat over his, pleading with him. “your work isn’t going to grow legs and run away. it will still be here tomorrow, i promise.”

“so will you,” he said in attempt to make a joke but she was all too tired for it. she quirked an eyebrow at him, pulling a sheepish ‘sorry’ from him.

“c’mon,” she whispered, standing from her crouched position. “you need a break,” she pressed a kiss to his head, “and rest,” she pressed another to above his ear, “and cuddles i’m sure,” another to his neck. “and i can’t sleep without you. so please?” she asked as a final attempt.

coriolanus sat silent a moment before pushing the chair back. “alright, baby.” he stood up, towering over her before picking her up bridal style. her face buried itself in the crook of his neck as he carried her, shutting off lights as they went.

he laid her in the middle of their bed, the california king she’d insisted on getting. he pulled the covers over her before taking off his shoes and placing them in the closet how she liked, undoing the buttons on his shirt and taking his pants off before putting them away.

he shut off the big light before crawling in next to her, wrapping his big arms around her. “love you,” he murmured into her soft hair.

“i love you, too,” and the pair fell asleep with tangled limbs and their cat sleeping above their heads on the same pillow.

—

2nd post today #grind😛😛

[plutodexay]

Corio and Sejanus reacting to sudden PDA? Together or sperate works !!

Writing this as if you kissed them suddenly in the hall!

Sejanus

The moment you pulled back he would be frozen in place, having you worried for a moment until you notice the red spreading across his face all the way to the tip of his ears.

It would take a solid minute before he would start to smile. A dopey look would take over his face while just staring at you with eyes full of love.

He wouldn't say a single word until you were both in private, and it would be him asking about fifty times if you meant to kiss him or if he turned while you were trying to kiss his cheek or something. He would be so anxious that it was an accident that you would just have to do it again the next day.

Coriolanus

There would be barely any reaction, his face would stay the stoic and would just walk home with you as you did every day.

The moment you got in the house he would smile, pressing a small kiss against your forehead before walking further into the house. He'd come back out in a few minutes, looking at your anxious self with a slight amount of pity.

"I'm not mad doll, just caught me off guard. Warn me next time" Just with the slightest inflection of happiness, obviously trying to hide the more positive emotions

[slaymitchabernathy]

Cotton Tails & Bunny Trails

| @evilmenarehot , this one’s for you!!! happy easter, y’all <3

Coriolanus Snow is rudely woken up from his slumber when he feels two tiny bodies land on top of his large one. He groans, no one ever talks about this part of being a parent, the unwanted wake-up calls.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up! It's Easter!"

Coriolanus groans again, it's also Sunday, which means sleeping in. He rolls over to his side, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, pressing his nose against the soft skin of her back. "Darling, your children have come to bother us."

The girls giggle, continuing to jump on the bed and on him. "Before sunrise, they're your children," Soarynn mumbles back.

"We belong to both of you, Mommy! C'mon, we've gotta go find the Easter Bunny eggs!"

Sometimes, Coriolanus wishes Soarynn weren't such a wonderful mother who loves to celebrate every single holiday with the children. Between Santa, the Leprechaun, and the Easter Bunny, he can't keep track!

Soarynn sighs, it's pointless to fight against the girls and their wishes. Once they're up, they're up. Coriolanus cracks one eye open and spots his youngest daughter, Celeste, poking Soarynn's cheek. "Mommy," she whispers, "Mommy, did you die?"

Soarynn laughs, sitting up despite Coriolanus and his whine from the loss of contact. "No, my sweet girl," Soarynn says, kissing Celeste's forehead, "I did not die." Coriolanus rolls onto his back again, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep. "Why are you always sleeping, Daddy?"

His eyes shoot open at his eldest daughter's accusatory question. Ceraphina has always humbled him. Sure enough, she's looking down at him with her hands on her hips. Her wild waves have come loose from the braid Soarynn put them in last night, giving her a nasty case of bedhead.

"I am not always sleeping," he defends himself, feeling as though he's being attacked. "I'm a working man, I deserve to rest. It's also Sunday, which means sleeping in and having a nice breakfast." If it weren't for this blasted holiday, Coriolanus would still be sound asleep with Soarynn in his arms. Maybe he'd wake her up with a nice back rub that would lead to other things being rubbed.

"Today is Easter," Ceraphina tells him matter-of-factly. "We need to go find the eggs! Let's go!"

Soarynn slips out of bed with the girls, all three of them padding into the bathroom so Soarynn can put on a robe and brush her hair before their egg hunt begins. That's why he's so tired in the first place, the fucking eggs.

Two days ago, Soarynn boiled some eggs and had the girls dye them with her. Caspian, their youngest, was not too impressed with the colorful dyes, but the girls loved it. Last night, Soarynn had him hide the dyed eggs, along with plastic ones filled with candies and treats. It was more difficult than he anticipated, with Petunia trying to bite his hand every five seconds.

Having children is exhausting.

"Coriolanus, darling," Soarynn calls from the bathroom over little giggles from the girls, "could you please go wake up Caspian? I know he's still asleep." Coriolanus grumbles, still groggy from being woken up so suddenly. "Yes, darling," he sighs, resigning himself to another busy day. At least Caspian has the decency to stay in bed until someone comes to get him.

He swings his feet over the bed, barely dodging the white paw that swipes out from under the bed, determined to slice through his heel.

Coriolanus stands up and stretches, he always moves around in his sleep, and Soarynn does too, which often leads to them waking up in very odd positions. Petunia crawls out from under the bed like the psychopath she is and hisses at him. It's not even eight in the morning yet.

"Don't test me," he says to the cat, ignoring the extra hiss she throws his way.

Coriolanus makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the children's rooms. Celeste and Ceraphina have their own rooms, which are connected by a door on the inside, but they always insist on sleeping together. Caspian, however, doesn't like to share with anyone, so he sleeps by himself in his own bedroom.

Coriolanus quietly opens the doors to his son's bedroom, peeking into the dark room. Traces of sunlight can be seen from behind the blue curtains that hang in front of the windows. A streak of light illuminates Caspian's pale face, with his blonde hair. He approaches the small toddler's bed, bigger than he needs, but Soarynn insisted that he'd grow into it.

She had been so emotional when they got rid of his crib. She had mentioned keeping it "just in case another one comes along," but Coriolanus quickly put an end to that. Soarynn already got her birth control implant put back in, and it's for the better. They have three perfect children; no need to ruin their luck with a fourth.

"Caspian," he whispers, kneeling down to gently rub the small boy's back. Caspian's dark red pajamas are hanging on for dear life. His shirt has ridden up his back, and his pants, well, his pants are on the other end of the bed. "Come on, Cas, we have to get up," he says, pulling back the covers.

Caspian whines, rolling over to the other side, "No."

That might be his favorite word.

Coriolanus chuckles, glad to see that he's not the only one who was so opposed to the early morning. "It's Easter," he reminds his son, "the Easter Bunny came and left you some eggs to find."

"I want Momma."

Everyone wants Soarynn.

"She's already awake, so are your sisters. Now come along, it's time to join the rest of the world. Let's get your pajamas back on."

Coriolanus stands back up and goes to open the curtains, letting the natural light shine into the room. Caspian pulls the covers over his head, "No!"

Coriolanus always thought girls would be difficult, but Caspian proves him wrong every day. "Yes," he tells his son, "we need to face the day. Now come out from under the covers so we can get dressed, please."

"Momma!"

Coriolanus rolls his eyes, that boy is a momma's boy through and through, and it's gonna bite them in the ass one of these days. He doesn't even want to witness Caspian being dropped off at school for the first time.

"Fine," he mumbles, too tired to deal with attitudes this early, "I'll go get your mother."

Coriolanus finds that the girls have already begun their egg hunt, armed with pink baskets. Celeste runs past him, plastic eggs bouncing in the basket. "Excuse me, Daddy!" She's rounding the corner before he can say anything. At least she used her manners. Soarynn comes into view, dressed more appropriately with her robe, slippers, and a cup of tea.

"Where's Caspain?" She asks, noticing his empty arms. He shakes his head, "He wants you. Not me."

"Mommy! Ceraphina is taking all the eggs!"

Soarynn sips her tea, she handles the chaos of their children surprisingly well for someone so senstitve. "I'll get Caspian, you handle the girls."

"Deal," he quickly agrees. They go their separate ways, and sure enough, the girls are fighting over a yellow egg in the living room. It was delicately nestled in the bouquet of roses that sat on the coffee table in the middle of the room. A fine-looking centerpiece.

Now, it's in Ceraphina's hands while she holds it above her head, keeping it out of her little sister's reach. "Stop! Stop it, Ceraphina!" Celeste cries, jumping up and down with all her might.

Coriolanus quickly solves the problem by snatching the egg from Ceraphina's hand. Her reaction is immediate and loud as she stomps her foot. "Daddy!"

"Ceraphina," he mocks in the same tone, "stop stealing from your sister. There's plenty of eggs to go around."

Celeste clings to his leg, giving her sister a look. "Mhm. Stop stealing from me like Daddy said."

Ceraphina gives both her father and sister a glare but reluctantly goes to the kitchen. "Thank you, Daddy," Celeste says sweetly, batting her eyelashes. Celeste is his little angel, always running to him for defense. "Of course, sweetheart. You've already found so many eggs, look at you!" He drops the stolen egg into her basket, filled with pinks, blues, and greens.

He caught a glimpse of Ceraphina's basket, and she wasn't doing too shabby either. The girls keep collecting eggs while Coriolanus trails behind them in case they start fighting again. "Look, Caspian," Soarynn's voice fills the room, "the Easter Bunny came last night!"

Caspian clings to her hip while holding his prized possession, his stuffed lion named Lenny. Soarynn managed to get Caspian dressed, and his hair has been brushed. "Mommy! Mommy, look at all of my eggs!" Ceraphina runs up to her mother, proudly showing off her bounty.

Soarynn gasps, crouching down so Caspian can see better. "Oh my goodness! Look at all those eggs! Do you want to look for eggs too, Caspian?" Caspian peers into his big sister's basket and shakes his head. "No."

Ceraphina shrugs, used to his indifference. "More for me!"

Coriolanus goes over to his wife, trusting the girls to behave themselves now that Soarynn is here. "I see you managed to wrangle this wild child," he muses, resting a hand on her hip. Soarynn chuckles when Caspian scrunches his nose, "Oh, he's not so wild. Are you, sweet boy? He's just not a morning person."

"Is anyone a morning person?" Coriolanus wonders out loud.

The girls continue to fill their baskets, and Coriolanus is sure that they'll be finding eggs six months from now filled with stale candy. "Are you excited for the party this afternoon?"

The Heavensbees are throwing a huge tea party at their mansion to celebrate Easter, and all the most important Capitol families have been invited, including the Snows. Soarynn is good friends with Livia Heavensbee, formerly Livia Cardew, before she married Hilarius and came into unthinkable wealth.

"I am," Soarynn says, "we'll need to leave by noon at the latest if we don't want to miss the egg hunt." Of course, there will be more than one egg hunt today. Heaven help the children who will be going up against Ceraphina, who's known for her competitiveness.

Soarynn says she got that specific trait from him.

He does not see any similarities.

"Alright. I'll tackle breakfast and Caspian if you handle the girl's hair."

Coriolanus has learned many things since becoming a father, and one of those things is to not mess with little girls and their hair. Soarynn can handle that front. "Sounds like a plan. Now, why don't we go see what the Easter Bunny left for you?" Soarynn asks Caspian, who is already falling back asleep.

Along with the eggs, Soarynn also put together Easter Baskets for the children filled with more candy, some stuffed animals, and even a bunny ear headband.

Coriolanus goes into the kitchen, where the only eggs he will be using are the real ones. He decides to make pancakes today, something simple. The girls run in and out, opening drawers and cabinets to see if there are any more eggs hidden in here. He assures them that there are not, but that doesn't stop them from looking.

Petunia strolls in eventually, sitting on the windowsill that overlooks the Corso, watching him and the people below them. "Breakfast is ready," he calls once the pancakes are done. He also made bacon, sausage, and fresh orange juice. They have a cook six days a week, but Soarynn says that Sundays are for family.

The girls come running in wearing their bunny ears from the baskets they got. "Daddy, we got bunny ears!" Coriolanus chuckles at the sweet sight, they really are adorable. "My little cotton tails, hmm? Does this mean you'll start eating your carrots now?"

They both look at each other and frown. "Um...I don't think that's gonna happen, Daddy."

"Oh, but you will eat your vegetables today at the Heavensbee's party," Soarynn says as she walks in, Caspian running right behind her. The girls slouch, they've never really liked vegetables. They love their fruits, but who doesn't?

"Do we have to?" Ceraphina whines, throwing her head back for dramatic effect. "They make their vegetables so yucky, Mommy," Celeste complains, which gets her sharp looks from both her parents. The Snows pride themselves on raising polite, well-mannered children who do not insult other people's cooking.

"You will eat your vegetables, and you will not repeat that, young lady," Coriolanus tells her sternly, "the Heavensbees are so graciously hosting us in their home, and we will be grateful."

"Grateful," Caspian repeats, pulling himself onto a chair. "Yes, I expect the best behavior from your girls, or we will be going home early," Soarynn adds.

Her threat is not lost on the girls who silently slide into their seats at the table, looking glum now that they have to eat their vegetables later on. Coriolanus serves everyone at the table, making sure Caspian gets whipped cream and that Ceraphian gets syrup on only half of her pancake.

"Can Petunia come?"

Coriolanus looks over his shoulder at Petunia, who's still watching them from the windowsill, her tail flipping back and forth. "I don't think so, sweetheart."

"Will Diamond be there?"

Diamond Vickers is the daughter of Lysistrata and Clemensia Vickers, and she's also Ceraphina's best friend. "Yes, the Vickers confirmed that they'd be attending," Soarynn answers while cutting up Caspian's pancakes.

"Why does Diamond have two mommies, but we only have one?" Celeste asks, causing Soarynn and Coriolanus to pause. Coriolanus clears his throat. Conversations like this are important yet, uncomfortable.

"Sometimes people will have two mommies or two daddies," he gently explains, "it doesn't make them any different than you and your siblings."

Soarynn hums in agreement. "Exactly, sometimes mommies marry other mommies, and daddies marry other daddies. What matters is that their children are loved and well taken care of. Just like you three."

Coriolanus perks up at the mention of parents. "My parents will also be in attendance. Do not convince your grandmother to buy you anything today." Coriolanus loves his mother dearly, but his girls have got her wrapped around their little fingers. If they want a horse, she'll buy them a horse.

Ceraphina smiles, too sweet to be true. "We will be on our best behavior, Daddy," she promises, a mischievous glint in her stormy blue eyes. Coriolanus raises an eyebrow, not entirely trusting his oldest child, who's been known to get into trouble.

"After this, we need to start getting dressed, girls," Soarynn reminds them, "and don't think that just because it's Easter that you don't have to clean your rooms."

The girls groan, but it's pointless. Every Sunday, Soarynn has them clean their rooms, which is really just putting toys away. It's a good habit for them to develop. So they obviously hate it.

A smile grows across his lips, as tiring as it can be to manage three children, he wouldn't trade this for the world.

꧁ ꧂

"Persephone is furious with me because I got her pregnant again," Festus whispers to Coriolanus while they chase their toddlers around the Heavensbee's backyard. The easter egg hunt has begun, and Livia had the bright idea to divide the hunt by age groups. This way, the toddlers won't get trampled by the five-year-olds.

Coriolanus nearly trips after hearing those words. Persephone is arguably Soarynn's bestest friend; the two of them have been inseparable since their Academy days. But unlike Soarynn, Persephone has been very insistent on only having one child.

Cecil Creed is a spitting image of his father, the same way Caspian is. The two of them get along just fine, and Coriolanus was convinced that he would forever be an only child. Apparently not.

"How did that even happen?" Coriolanus asks, looking across the yard where the ladies are talking. Soarynn stands with her back to him, hands clasped behind her back, while Persephone talks with a lot of hand gestures. "She never got the implant put back in," Festus groans, tugging at his curls, "I'm doomed. I have a pregnant wife who's mad at me. What could be worse?"

Coriolanus chuckles at his friend's disposition. It's funny how Soarynn would love to have another child, whereas Persephone despises the idea. Opposites really do attract. They're both wonderful mothers, but Soarynn enjoyed being pregnant whereas Persephone tolerated it.

"You could have twins," he throws out. Festus scoops Cecil away from a rose bush covered in thorns. The last thing he needs is a crying child. "We already have a perfectly good son," Festus grits out, "we have our heir? What more could we need?"

Coriolanus looks over at his girls, who are collecting eggs with their friends, crouched down by the swing set Hilarius had built for his two children about a year ago. "Nothing, I suppose," he murmurs, remembering how worried he had been when they found out Celeste would be a girl.

He loves his girls dearly, but having about boy means securing the future, the legacy. Thankfully, Caspian came along and all was well.

"Egg," Caspian says, holding up a shiny blue egg. Coriolanus places his hands on his hips, "What a find. You should go show your mother." Caspian perks up when Soarynn is mentioned and runs over to her, tugging on her dress.

Soarynn Snow is a woman who values fashion, and holidays are no exception. She dressed the girls in matching Easter dresses, purple with flowers on the bottom of the skirts. Caspian was dressed in a dark blue suit and brown leather shoes. Soarynn dressed herself in a beautiful yellow dress with embroidered detailing on the front.

She looks down, smiling when she sees Caspian holding out an egg. She picks him up, which leads to all the women fawning over him like they always do. "Quite the ladies man," Festus jokes, "he's got Soarynn in the palm of his hand." Coriolanus can't even deny that.

The moment Caspian was born, Soarynn was enamored by him. The boy is spoiled beyond reason, and Coriolannus can't even get mad, not when he spoils the girls just as equally.

"I am the only man in her life," Coriolanus reminds him, watching Caspian kiss Soarynn's cheek. He's started doing that recently, and Soarynn loves it. Sure enough, all the women gasp adoringly at the little gesture.

"Doesn't look like it from here," Festus cheekily replies. Cecil toddles over with his own egg, looking unsure on how to proceed. "Looks like you found yourself an egg there, Cecil," Coriolanus says to the boy. Cecil looks up at him, then back down at his egg. "He doesn't really get the point of this holiday," Festus admits, "Persephone just likes to use it as an excuse to get together."

Coriolanus doesn't really know the point of Easter either if he's being completely honest. He knows that before the fires and floods, it was somewhat of a religious celebration. Now, it's just an excuse for the elite to flaunt their wealth. Candies for the children, dresses for the women, and drinks for the men.

Sounds like a good time to him.

Coriolanus spots his parents coming through the back doors, dressed in their Sunday best. "There are my parents. I ought to go say hello."

Coriolanus goes over to greet his mother and father, who are both fanning themselves. "You'd think they'd hold the festivities indoors," mother says, kissing him on the cheek, "I expect that Soarynn's birthday will be inside this year, right darling?"

Soarynn's birthday is the next big celebration on their calendar, and last year she threw a party outside. This did not blow over well with mother, who despises sweat, bugs, and humidity. All three were present that day.

"Yes, mother," Coriolanus assures her, "we can't risk you melting again." Mother swats at his arm, and he grins. She has a tendency to be a little overdramatic sometimes. Coriolanus greets his father with a firm handshake because men do not hug. "I'm sure Soarynn will plan something tasteful," father concludes.

Mother adores Soarynn, whereas father remains neutral in his feelings towards his daughter-in-law. Coriolanus knows that the man cares for Soarynn and the grandchildren she's given him. But it's simply the way he is.

Coriolanus won't kill himself trying to change his father.

"Grandmother! Grandmother, come look at our eggs!" The girls run up to their grandparents and almost run into Coriolanus. "No running girls," he corrects them. Celeste pouts, her curls fall into her face, which makes it hard to remain so stern. "But we're outside, Daddy, we're allowed to run outside." She has a point. "Not when other adults are around," he explains, "it's bad manners."

Ceraphina doesn't see the point in arguing, she just grabs mother's hand and pulls her along, "C'mon, we found rainbow eggs!"

Coriolanus watches mother follow the girls over to one of the tables set up under a tent. The Heavensbees tented a majority of their backyard for today. Some tents have tables for eating, while others have refreshments and food. There are a few tents with activities for the children, such as coloring and face painting. Coriolanus already shut down the face painting.

"I see Caspian hasn't left Soarynn's side," father comments, his cold gaze on Soarynn. Coriolanus does his best to remain calm. He can't let his father get to him, not on Easter, at least. "He was looking for eggs with me a few minutes ago," he tells his father, "he's only three."

Father scoffs, and it triggers something inside Coriolanus. "When you were his age-"

"When I was his age, you weren't around," Coriolanus cuts him off, leaving no room for his son's behavior to be criticized. "You were always working and wanted nothing to do with me until I turned thirteen, so don't act like you were the parent of the year."

Father says nothing as Soarynn approaches them, oblivious to the brewing argument between the father and son.

"Crassus," Soarynn cuts through the tension like a knife, "how wonderful to see you again." Father tears his gaze away from Coriolanus long enough to press a kiss to Soarynn's cheek and give Caspian a pat on the head. "Yes, my dear, so wonderful to see you so soon. How are you and the children?"

"Oh, we're just fine. Coriolanus sees to that," she says brightly, resting a hand on her husband's shoulder. Coriolanus nods, glad to have some backup even though she missed their entire argument.

"Duck," Caspian points to the animals swimming in the small pond that the Heavensbees have. Sure enough, there are a few ducks swimming in the water. "Aren't you so clever?" Soarynn coos, "You know, Crassus, I think Caspian is going to take after you where personality is concerned."

Coriolanus covers up his laugh with a cough. Soarynn doesn't realize how backhanded her comment was, and father's eye twitches. "Is he now?" Soarynn hums, completely oblivious to the growing tension that's started up again. "Yes, he'll be the strong and silent type. Just like his father."

Coriolanus smiles, she has such a way with words. "Well, it's easy to see where I get it from," he jokes. Father doesn't smile, but he never smiles. "The girls want to go pet the animals, and I promised you'd come with us, Coryo."

It's the perfect escape.

"Fatherly duties," Coriolanus says to his father, "you know how that goes."

"Enjoy the animals," father replies coldly.

Soarynn lets Coriolanus lead them away from his frigid father, looking over her shoulder just once at the older man. "He seemed a bit upset, didn't he? Did your parents get into an argument before they arrived?" Coriolanus kisses her temple, she's too sweet for this world.

"No, darling. That's just who he is, you said it yourself, strong and silent."

"Still," she mumbles, "he doesn't look too pleased with us. Did the girls say something?"

Coriolanus shakes his head, the girls might give him attitude, but they'd never try anything with their grandfather. "He's just mad that he didn't get a visit from the Easter Bunny," he replies, tickling her side to make her laugh. Soarynn giggles, leaning into his touch. "I just don't ever want to have a strained relationship with him."

Too late, Coriolanus thinks bitterly to himself.

The girls are already standing by the small pen with what he presumes to be animals inside it. Livia and Hilarius truly spared no expense for the festivities today. Their eyes grow bigger when they see that their parents have arrived. "Mommy, there's a bunny rabbit inside," Ceraphina whispers excitedly.

"But we can’t go in without adults,” Celeste adds. Ah, well that explains why the girls are so happy to see them. Looks like mother has run off to the beverage tent, he’s never known her to be without a glass of wine.

“Do you want to see the rabbits, Cas?” Soarynn asks their son who actually perks up at her question. He had to leave his beloved stuffed lion at home and he was not happy about it.

Soarynn is far more gracious with Lenny than Coriolanus is. He knows that when he’s at work, she’ll often let Lenny tag along with her and Caspian when running errands. Coriolanus tries to be firm with his decision to keep all stuffed animals at home, but even he cracks every once in a while.

“Yes,” Caspian says with confidence. Coriolanus gives Soarynn a grin, “Can’t argue with that.”

Coriolanus steps over the short fence that’s been set up to keep the animals contained, making sure he doesn’t squish a rabbit. There are rabbits and baby chicks inside of the pen, most of them chew on the grass. He helps the girls by picking them up and swinging them over the fence.

“Wheee!” Celeste says, kicking her feet before he gently sets her down. “Daddy, can we go flying someday?” Coriolanus has never flown a day in his life but a new type of air travel is in the works. Hovercrafts will soon be the fastest way to travel in Panem.

“I’ll work on that, sweetheart,” he promises her.

He offers Soarynn a hand as she carefully swings one leg over the fence, which is a bit more difficult while wearing a dress and carrying a toddler.

“Down, Momma.”

“Alright, darling,” Soarynn says, bending down so Caspian can go explore. A few chicks waddle over to him and Caspian smiles, looking up at his parents, “Bird!”

“That’s not a bird! That’s a baby chicken,” Ceraphina says to him, hands on her hips. Caspian doesn’t pay her any mind, “Baby birds!”

He’s close enough.

There’s a lone attendant working in the animal pen who explains that the girls will have to sit down if they want to hold the bunnies. Thankfully, a chair has been provided because Coriolanus knows how much Soarynn despises the girls getting their dresses dirty. And these are brand new.

Celeste gets to go first which is a treat since she’s used to being second next to her big sister.

“Now, gently place a hand on his back,” the attendant guides her through it as he places a brown bunny onto Celeste’s lap. She gasps softly, placing a hand on its soft fur.

“It’s so soft, Mommy.”

Soarynn smiles, smoothing down a few stray curls that have come loose from the headband she put in Celeste’s hair this morning. “Look at his little nose twitching.”

Even Coriolanus has to admit that these bunnies are quite cute. Much cuter than Petunia. Ceraphina tried to put her bunny ear headband on Petunia’s head after breakfast which nearly led to a cat fight.

“Be gentle, Celeste,” Coriolanus reminds her when she goes to touch the bunnies ears.

None of these rabbits seem to be energetic, in fact, he sees one sleeping by a bowl of water.

“Do lots of people own rabbits as pets?” Soarynn asks the attendant, causing Coriolanus to internally wince. The last thing they need is a rabbit in their apartment. Soarynn loves animals, she always wants to help them, to feed them, and save them.

Perhaps this whole animal experience is a scheme to trick unsuspecting parents into buying their children rabbits.

“Many do, but rabbits are a lot of work,” the attendant explains, “they can be very emotional animals.”

“We already have an emotional animal at home,” Coriolanus reminds her. Soarynn scoffs, shaking her head. “Petunia isn’t emotional. She’s a little lady.”

“That cat is no lady,” he mumbles, loud enough so only she can hear. The girls eventually switch places and Ceraphina gets to hold the bunny. “Look how big his ears are, Daddy!”

“Those are the biggest ears I’ve ever seen, darling.”

“You two are welcome to hold one as well. The children just need to be assisted,” the attendant says to them. Coriolanus politely declines, he doesn’t do rabbits. But Soarynn jumps at the opportunity and carefully picks up a little white one with a pink nose.

“White as snow,” she says to Coriolanus, swaying back and forth with the bunny in her arms. Coriolanus gingerly reaches out to pet the bunny who’s already fallen asleep in Soarynn’s arms.

He remembers how quickly Ceraphina would fall asleep in her arms when she was baby. Soarynn would sing lullabies about gumdrops and meadows, nearly lulling him to sleep as well.

Coriolanus looks over at Caspian who made himself at home with the chicks. He’ll run from one side of the pen to the other and all the chicks will follow after him, chirping as they try to keep up.

“Bird! Bird!”

“Can I pet your bunny, Mommy?”

Soarynn bends down so that Celeste can see the small rabbit in her arms. “You certainly may. Thank you for asking so politely, darling.”

One thing Coriolanus prides himself in is how well-behaved all their children are. Soarynn grew up a good Capitol girl who always knew her manners and he expects his girls to grow up the same way. Since Soarynn spends a majority of the day with the children, she’s been tasked with making sure they grow to be polite Capitol citizens.

Rarely do they ever act out in public. They use their best manners, talk respectfully to adults, and never whine. This doesn’t mean they act the same way at home, of course, but he’s more than pleased with his children’s behavior.

Especially compared to some of their other friend’s children.

Cecil Creed is a cute child but Persephone spoils him to death and Festus doesn’t have a backbone when it comes to raising his son.

“My, my, my, it looks like you all have found the Easter Bunny.” Mother’s voice comes from the other side of the pen and she is, of course, holding a glass of wine.

“It’s not the Easter Bunny, Grandmother! He already came to our house!” Celeste tells her, running over to the short fence. Mother chuckles, resting a gloved hand on Celeste’s cheek. “Aren’t you clever darling? And look at those curls! You know, your father had curls just like yours when he was little. Did I ever show you the pictures?”

“Yes,” they all answer. Who could forget mother cracking out the photo albums every time a new Snow baby was born?

“Oh. Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see what Caspian ends up having. Curls or waves.”

Ceraphina inherited Soarynn’s wavy hair, causing her to look like her mother’s twin. Celeste got his curls and his bright blue eyes. Caspian can really go either way.

“Look at me, Grandmother! I’m holding a bunny rabbit!”

Mother fawns over Ceraphina and her rabbit while Soarynn puts hers down to go check on Caspian who’s resorted to walking now that running is too tiring.

Coriolanus looks across the yard and finds his father watching him and his family. He may not be as successful as his father when it comes to money, but he’s richer than he’ll ever be when it comes to love.

Coriolanus breaks the eye contact he held with his father, deciding to look at the one person who single-handedly gave him this life. And there she is, holding Caspian in her arms once again, smiling as she spins them around.

Coriolanus doesn’t know who he’d be without Soarynn, without her patience and kindness. She’s taught him to enjoy the little things in life, the eggs, the giggles, the drawings. She gave him three beautiful children without him even having to ask.

What could be better than that?

Soarynn catches him staring and blushes, she’s always been the shy one in their relationship. Caspian wiggles out of her arms, catching his second wind from the looks of it.

Coriolanus holds his hand out to her and Soarynn walks back over to him without saying a word. They’ve gotten to the point where words aren’t needed in their relationship anymore.

One look into her stormy gray eyes and he knows exactly what she’s thinking and feeling.

Her hand slips into his, “Is everything alright, Coryo?”

Coriolanus leans down, gently pecking her lips. He’s not one for excessive affection in public, but he’ll steal a kiss every now and then. Soarynn eagerly responds to the kiss, deepening it for a moment before pulling away.

“More than perfect,” he breathes, wrapping his arm around her. “Today has been perfect.”

Soarynn sighs contentedly, he knows how deeply she longed for a life like this. The sudden death of her father came right before Ceraphina was born, devastating Soarynn, and leaving her as the sole living member of the Nightingales.

Starting a family with Coriolanus was so important to her. This is the life she’s wanted since she was a little girl. He’s glad he could give it to her.

“It really had been perfect,” she agrees, resting her head on his shoulder, “although I do think a pet rabbit would make our family complete.”

Coriolanus chuckles, she’s persistent, he’ll give her that.

“Not a chance, darling.”

Soarynn looks up at him and grins. “It was worth a try.”

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