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lqveharrington · 1 year ago

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Silver Roses & Fallen Snow

4: The 10th Annual Hunger Games (masterlist for series)

summary: Coriolanus comes up with a plan to secure his win as the winning mentor of the 10th Annual Hunger Games, but he makes a decision that changes everything.

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

includes: cheating (i’m so sorry), kissing, fluff, implied sex, mentions of blood and hurt, jealousy, mentions or murder and death, sejanus slander, italics are coriolanus’ inner thoughts.

word count: 4k +

a/n: this took a billion rewrites, but i wrote it sm better than i originally planned :) ty for your patience for this series

Coriolanus knew that winning the Hunger Games was impossible with Lucy Gray as his tribute. She could sing well and get any crowd to flaunt over her. She could care for those around her and get everyone and everything to fall for her charms. But, she couldn’t fight if she wanted to.

This led to Coriolanus sitting at his desk, eyes flickering between his father’s photo, a photograph of him as a baby with his mother, and a framed picture of him and you, looking at each other with pure adoration. He let a small smile slip through his messy thoughts, focusing on you. He loved everything about you.

Thus, he knew what he had to do to win for you and for his family. Even if it meant playing dirty. Even if it meant toying with another’s emotions.

“Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus whispered into the darkness, looking around the Capitol Zoo’s cage. “Lucy Gray!”

“You’re alive.” Lucy Gray whispered as she came over, gripping the iron bars.

“Hey, those bombs? They have changed everything.” He started, determined to get his plan through. “They blew the walls out, so that means you can escape up in the stands. There’s a hole down in the floor,” He flickered his eyes to her lips and back up to her eyes. “Leads down to some tunnels. I’ve tried it, you can disappear down there.”

She nodded, letting him clasp his hand over her own.

“So, the moment you hear that bell ring, you ignore the weapons in the middle and run, as fast as you can for that hole.” He spoke with urgency, squeezing her hand. “And you find a place to hide down below. Alone.”

“Alone? No, Jessup’s my friend.”

“No. The moment that bell rings, you can’t trust anyone, not even Jessup.” His eyes wander the rest of the enclosure. “Just lay low down there until it’s safe to come out.”

Lucy Gray shook her head in appreciation, looking between his eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I can’t let you die. I saved you.” Coriolanus got closer to her, face merely a few centimeters away. “I saved you once, I’m not risking it again.”

A tear fell down her face, “I’m sorry. I’m more hopeful during the daytime, but when it gets dark…”

“It’s okay.” He wiped her face off with his father’s handkerchief, ensuring she was focused on him. “It’s okay. I am going to get you out here. I promise.” He smiles, “Back to the Covey.”

Lucy Gray studied his face. All she saw was true intentions. After a few beats, she leaned in for a kiss, one she somehow needed from the male presented in front of her.

And he let her.

Coriolanus Snow let Lucy Gray Baird kiss him. He let one hand reach to lightly cup her cheek, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.

He knew it was wrong. So wrong. But, he only did it for you.

I’m sorry.

“Is this real?” He asks her after separating, regret filling his mind. “Just tell me, if I’m going to risk everything… That song—“

I’m so sorry, beautiful. I promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’m so sorry.

“That song was payback, that’s all.” Lucy Gray cut him off, shaking her head. “My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe, he was cheating on me with the mayor’s daughter.”

I don’t love her. I love you.

“The girl from the reaping?”

“Yeah, she got crazy jealous. She had her Pa read my name up on that stage. And now everyone will know what they did to me.” She lifted her chin up.

“Yeah.” Coriolanus reached into his shirt, grabbing his mother’s compact. “Take this.”

“No. No, it’s too fine—“

“It’s not a gift. It’s a loan.” He grabbed her hands, squeezing them. “What’s in here, don’t touch it. Don’t even breathe it in because small amounts can be deadly.” He took her chin gently, forcing her to look at him. “Look, I can see what war does to people, okay? I’ve seen it. And there will come a time when you need this when you need to act. We all do things we’re not proud of to survive.” Coriolanus planted one last kiss on her lips, shutting his eyes.

This is all for you, beautiful, I promise. I’m sorry.

“Hey? We are going to win this, Lucy Gray.” He rubbed her cheek, wiping one last tear. “We are going to win this together.”

With final hugs and kisses from Grandma’am and Tigris, Coriolanus left the penthouse with an unbalanced conscience and the smallest possible amount of hope of winning the Tenth Annual Hunger Games. He was going to pick you up and then walk toward the Citadel where he was to be watching his tribute along with his peers, but the Lovett car was waiting right outside; Your tinted window rolled down with your head resting in your arm.

He did a quick jog over to you — despite the slight limp he had — and bent over to peck your lips. “Aren’t you a wonderful surprise?”

“Good morning, Coryo.” You return the gesture two more times, smiling. He stood there for a minute, admiring you before you spoke again. “Are you just going to stand there? Or do you want to get in the car?”

He shook his head at you and got inside, rolling the window up and shutting the divider between the driver and the backseats. “I was heading out to get you, my love.”

You shrug, letting yourself sink into the comfort of his arms. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave you here and let you come pick me up—”

“Don’t you dare leave me.” He locks you in his embrace. “Anywhere we go, you stay with me, remember?”

You hum and peck his jaw. “I know.”

Coriolanus smiles at your action tilting his head to meet your lips. He stared into your eyes, a smile etching its way onto his face. “What if we do something fun?”

“Hm, when?” You ask in between kisses, letting him bring you closer.

“Right now.” He brings a hand up to your cheek, pushing you slightly. “We have time.”

“Do we?” You wrap your arms behind his neck and wrap your finger around his curls, tugging softly. “I think we have twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.” He grinned, holding you close as you both fell on top of the backseat, an airy laugh coming from you. “Just enough time.”

The car ride was filled with Coriolanus’ desire to prove his worth of loving you, despite you not knowing what he had even done earlier that morning. Sadly, both of you did not take into account how short twenty minutes truly were.

“Miss Lovett? We’ve arrived at the Capitol’s Citadel.” Your driver knocked on the divider, shifting the car gear into park.

Coriolanus watched as your eyes widened, chuckling as a planted one last kiss on your lips.

“Thank you! We’ll be out soon!” You quickly reply and push your boyfriend off of you, sifting through the discarded clothes in the small space. “It would be nice if you helped and got dressed, Coryo.”

“Right.” He murmured, squeezing your hips.

Without fail, you both got dressed as swiftly as possible. You rubbed light lipstick stains of Coriolanus while he straightened out your blazer and top, adjusting it just right to cover the newly formed bruises across your collarbone.

After checking each other one last time, Coriolanus stepped out of the vehicle, waving to the cars waiting behind as a way to make peace with them. He set his hand out to guide you onto the concrete, nodding to your driver as you made it.

“Are you sure I look fine?” You ask with worry laced in your tone, looking across the area filled with Academy rouge.

“You look beautiful.” He linked your arms together and lowered his head to yours, kissing the side. “Thank god for your tinted windows, hm?”

“We’re done with this conversation now.” You reach for your necklace, face flushed. He chuckled at you before silence took over, only the shuffles from you and others emerged.

“Clemmie visited me yesterday.” You look up at him, tilting your head.

“She did?” Coriolanus questioned you, glancing over. “How is she?”

“She’s okay… She won’t be participating as a mentor anymore.” You look around before continuing, voice almost in a whisper. “She said Dr. Gaul was trying to kill her.”

“What?” He almost asked in disbelief.

“Coryo, she had scales appearing on her skin.” You shiver as you recall the memory. “It’s awful.”

“I’m sure Dr. Gaul didn’t want to kill her. I think she just wanted to frighten her.”

You look at him, confusion creeping onto your face as you enter the main viewing and seating area. “By letting her creations bite Clemmie? That’s not—“

“That friend of yours, Plinth,” Dean Highbottom interrupts your conversation, causing you both to whip your heads around to him. “You might want to find him a seat near the door.”

Coriolanus gave him a curt nod and led you down the stairs toward where the rest of the Academy mentors were stationed.

“What was that about?” You mutter, body close to his as he has his hand around your waist.

“I don’t know.”

You hum, flickering your eyes to the press and reporters stationed in every corner of the room, not forgetting the cameras that would focus in on Flickerman and the mentors’ reactions.

“Coryo. Y/N.” Sejanus calls out from Coriolanus’ right, making you both head in his direction.

Coriolanus flexes his hand on your waist, “Hey.”

“How’re you doing? You guys alright?” The young Plinth asks politely, squeezing your arm.

“We’re doing better.” You give him a small smile.

“Look over here please.” A photographer held his camera in front of the three of you, chasing your conversation to be cut off once more.

Coriolanus tightens his hold on your waist as you lean into him with one arm wrapped around his torso whilst the other includes Sejanus. The blond let a small smirk come across his face, you let a camera smile take over, and Sejanus kept a neutral face, capturing the essence of different Capitol students.

After the flashing of the camera, the photographer left, your smile fading and Coriolanus’ smirk dropping.

“Alright, later.” Sejanus nods a bye to the both of you, heading to his designated station.

“I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” Coriolanus tilted his head down to yours as the music announcing the start of the live stream began.

“M’kay.” You push on your tippy toes and peck his lips. “Love you, good luck.”

“I love you more.” He placed a chaste kiss to your lips then your temple.

Lucretius Flickerman began directing everyone on how they should behave, scolding Festus for not already being in his seat. Your leg bounced up and down as Flickerman continued his spiel, eyeing the screen with the bright letters reading THE HUNGER GAMES.

The livestream started and eyes immediately found Dill who was with Wovey and Lucy Gray, each being escorted by Peacekeepers. Your heart started to beat faster as her Peacekeeper pushed her with his rifle, shoving her over to her marker.

“Stay with Reaper.” You mumble as the camera view switches to the other tributes, clutching your silver rose in your hand.

The view then pans over to a District Three tribute, zooming in on her coughing, panicked state. She seemed to be staring at something in the arena that put her in such distress.

Finally, the camera finally shifts to what the girl is staring at making you silently gasp. The District Two tribute — Marcus — was tied up against two fallen concrete poles, the sight staying on the screen far longer than anyone would have liked.

“Oo, Marcus.” Flickerman looked back into the camera stationed inside the Citadel. “Guess we can all sleep better now knowing that he’s off the streets.”

You flinched when Sejanus stood and threw his desk across the front, screaming toward everyone watching the live and those inside the building.

“You’re monsters! All of you!” He yells as his eyes become glassy. Sejanus storms out of the room, your eyes following him in sorrow. You knew that Sejanus was friends with Marcus, so the heartache was just worse.

The host starts his countdown, his voice echoing throughout the room.

“Stay put.” You whisper as the horn blares, watching as the camera angles switch every few seconds. You blow out a breath when Reaper comes over to protect Dill, shutting your eyes knowing she is safe.

The bloodbath left 13 tributes left, Dill and Lucy Gray remaining. Truly you wanted Dill to get out alive, but how could she if Reaper was helping?

Would there always be one winner?

“Can I leave?” You ask Dean Highbottom as he walks behind you, fidgeting with the buttons on your desk. “I’ll be right back.”

“No one is stopping you, Miss Lovett.” He gestures.

You nod, standing and making your way over to Coriolanus. You run your hand from one of his shoulders to the other, bending down to his ear. “I’ll be back, Coryo. I’m starving.”

His eyes never leave the screen as he takes your hand, kissing the back of it. “Bring me something, yeah?”

“Sure.” You frown, hoping he would have gotten up to at least stretch.

You left the room and you headed to the dining area right outside, scanning the different food options for the day. Taking into account that you would most likely be staying inside the Citadel for much longer, you opted for the filling foods — also known as pasta.

“Y/N.” Sejanus finds you, a surprised look appearing on his face for a split second. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting food.” You say although it sounded more like a question. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to head home. I feel like it would be worse to deal with everything.” He crosses his arms, following you to a table. “Anything else happened while I left?”

You shake your head, taking a sip from your water. “Just the same things. I’m not sure anything else would surprise you too much with what happened.”

Sejanus hums, sinking down into his chair. “Are you… Are you really okay with the games happening? I mean, I know it can’t be easy watching all those deaths happen.”

Looking around the dining area before responding, you lower your voice. “I despise the games, Sej. Everything I said to Dr. Gaul was all for show, but I don’t have any power here. I’m just a woman in the Capitol. The only ones with power are those higher up.”

“I’m not asking you to stop the games right now. But would you join a rebellion against the Capitol, defending those living in the Districts?”

You search his eyes, “I don’t know. I don’t want to cause another war. You know how bad it was…”

“I know, I know. But imagine if we won? The games would be over and no child would ever have to go through this. Not a Capitol student nor a District child.” He sat up straighter and clasped his hands together, looking at you with seriousness. “Just— I can’t go through another game, flower. You know it best.”

“I know.” You look down, playing with your food. Suddenly, you had lost your appetite. “What would the plan exactly be, Sej? You can’t just go through with this with no plan.”

The smallest smile stretches across his face, “I can’t tell you. Only if you agree to help take down the games and such.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Sejanus, this is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“It only takes one action to change something, Y/N.” He sighs.

You let silence take over, glancing around the dining area and meeting Dr. Gaul’s piercing eyes, staring dead straight at you. She gave you her signature sinister grin, nodding at you in acknowledgment. You give her a wry smile, tilting your head back down to the table.

“I have to go.” You mutter, pushing yourself out of the seat, and rush back to the viewing room — not before grabbing Coriolanus’ favorite snack.

As night fell over Panem, almost everyone left the Capitol’s Citadel. The only ones left were you and Coriolanus. You fell asleep at your station waiting for Coriolanhs while he fell asleep waiting for something to happen inside the arena. All the lights were shut down and the bright screen at the very front changed from its original design to the game footage again, Dr. Gaul took quick steps over to where Coriolanus was sleeping.

“Mr. Snow.” Dr Gaul stood before the male, Coriolanus immediately waking up from his seat.

He looked at her stone face, creasing his brows. “What happened? Is it Lucy Gray?”

“Unless you can put a leash on your deluded classmate, she might as well be dead as far as you’re concerned.” She leaned against his computer and shifted so he could see the screen encasing Sejanus inside the arena.

“Sejanus?” He whispers out.

“Bread crumbs.” She scoffed at the District-made Capitol boy. “I believe sustenance for a fallen comrade on his final journey. A District Two superstition.” She held the computer screen again and faced Coriolanus. “I’ll work on finding the Peacekeeper he bribed to get him in, and cut out their tongue. In the meantime, I need someone to get him out right now.”

Coriolanus averts his gaze to his left, “You should send Peacekeepers in.”

“Only to have him bolt and hide like a rabbit? Felix Ravinstill is fighting for his life in the hospital, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul catches his look toward your sleeping figure. “I will not have these rebels make a further mockery of my Games. Anyone sees us lose control of this arena, it might as well be sounding a horn to the districts to revolt.” She spits out. “You choose to be friends with this radical. You want him to end the Games tonight?”

“It’ll look a lot worse if the tributes kill two of us.” He spoke with confidence, not wanting to enter the area.

“Would you rather have your flower get him instead Or rather the both of you? It seems as if Sejanus cares an awful lot more about her than you. They did have a good chat in the dining room while you stayed here to watch the games.” She says as a twinge of jealousy and fury passes through Coriolanus’ features.

She hums at him, “Who knows? If you get him out unscathed, I’ll whisper your name in his father’s ear. You still want that Plinth Prize, don’t you? I’ll freeze the feed for an hour. I estimate that’s all we have until the people notice.”

Dr. Gaul gave him one last look before leaving the vicinity to freeze the video. Coriolanus waited until she left to go to you, softly shaking you awake.

“Beautiful?”

You hum, still half-asleep.

“You need to get up and go home, my love.” Coriolanus took your face in his hands and rubbed your cheek, needing you to wake up.

“Why?” You mumbled. “I’ll be fine here.”

“No, you’ll be here alone. I don’t want you to be.” He kissed your head. “Come on.”

“Why won’t you stay?”

“I have to get Sejanus out of the arena.” He muttered, making your eyes go wide.

You look over at the screen, watching Sejanus kneel by his fallen friend. “Why is he in there?”

“It doesn’t matter, but he’ll die if I don’t get him out,” Coriolanus spoke with a strict voice, sending an odd feeling to your stomach. “I need you to go home, beautiful.”

“No! I won’t let you go in there, Coryo.” You stand now, grabbing his arm like he would leave any second. “Why can’t someone else do it?”

“Dr. Gaul—“

You roll your eyes, “Are you seriously going in there just because she told you to?”

“She threatened to send you in there.” He whisper-shouted at you, almost as if there were people around to watch. “Now listen and go home, Y/N.”

You crease your brows and scoff, pushing away from him as you leave the Citadel. Coriolanus shook his head at you, but left, heading toward the arena to get Sejanus out.

But of course, you were stubborn enough to not listen and follow him closely to the arena. The Peacekeepers wouldn’t let you go inside, but they did let you wait until they came out.

“Open the gate! Open the gate!”

You heard Coriolanus’ scream from inside the arena, making you whip your head toward the Peacekeepers. He ran faster at your figure being present, quickly engulfing your body as he made it out of the arena, protecting you. Coral’s pitchfork hit the metal bars, making the both of you flinch at the noise.

“Coriolanus!” You grab his face in your hands, scanning his features. “Are you okay? I didn’t—”

“What are you doing here?” He spoke through his teeth, taking in sharp breaths. “I told you to go home.”

“I couldn’t just leave you, Coryo.” You frown, your eyes are glassy at the way he breathed heavily and his dirtied figure. “Everywhere we go, I stay with you.”

“You are horribly headstrong, my love.” He leaned his forehead on yours, shutting his eyes.

“Watch those screens, gorgeous,” Coral says as she bangs the pitchfork on the gates. “ ‘Cause I may have missed you tonight, but your songbird’s next on my list.”

She left as you stood holding your boyfriend’s face, still searching him for any injuries.

“Where did you get hurt?” You murmur as he winces at the sudden pain he received after the rush disappeared. He reached for his back, pressing on the wound he obtained from inside. You take his hand and remove it from damaging the wound any further.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Coryo, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Sejanus repeated from his knelt position. “For all of it…”

You give him a sad look, running your hand up and down Coriolanus’ arm. “It’s not your fault, Sejanus.”

“It’s all my fault.” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry.” The sound of car doors opening catches your attention, Strabo Plinth and his wife stepping out. “My father… Let the buying begin.”

Sejanus’ mother rushed over to him, bringing him into an embrace as they exchanged words. Strabo Plinth nodded in your and Coriolanus’ direction before Peacekeepers grabbed the both of you.

Dr. Gaul had a car waiting for him at the front of the arena, sending him over to the laboratory. Coriolanus made sure you tagged along for two reasons.

One, he had to make sure you were safe now that it was really late. Two, he was far more distraught that he murdered a tribute, needing your around for comfort.

You held Coriolanus’ jacket as he held your free hand, rubbing circles to calm himself as you entered the Gamemaker’s building.

“Snow stormed down. Down in his head. It stormed down on his head. And now the boy is dead.” Dr. Gaul spoke from her desk, hands put together as she spotted the two of you. She chuckled, “You’ve had enough of the games tonight, I see. Come sit, I’ll stitch you up.”

“You should go home now.” Coriolanus turned to you, taking his jacket from your arm.

“No.” You insist, standing your ground. “I can’t. Not after what happened inside—“

“Beautiful, go home. Don’t worry about me.” He stroked your cheek, his eyes glassy this time. “Promise me you’ll go home?”

“You are insufferable, Coriolanus.” You wipe a tear from his face. “I promise.”

“Take the car.” He presses a quick yet tender kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

You nod, “Love you too.”

For now, you left with Coriolanus’ love and worry for him while Coriolanus stayed with a more ruined conscience and the thought of keeping you safe.

With every thought consuming both of your minds, neither of you would know how much shit was about to go down and how much it would affect your lives.

All because of a deal.

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theaawalker · 2 years ago

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I Promise [Finnick Odair x Reader]

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Song Inspo: About You Now by Miranda Cosgrove Word Count: 829 Series: 1 | 2 | ? Summary: a day of fishing brings reminiscence for you and Finnick. District 4 never felt like home, but you've always had each other. Finnick has his soul mark, as do you, but that doesn't change anything. You know he'll find someone better, but nothing is promised in District 4. Warnings: none Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

You loved fishing with Finnick. He was so good at it and you were very impressed. You also didn’t mind diving into the water as deep as you could to catch his eye.

It was like any other day, Finnick would cast out the nets and spear what he could and you would dive in to retrieve the nets. You had been doing this since you were kids and this was the first time Finnick wasn’t wearing a shirt. So let’s just say you were a little more distracted than usual.

As he pulled back his trident you watched his back muscles and noticed something. On his shoulder was a seashell tattoo. But this wasn’t any ordinary tattoo. It was a soul mark.

You looked down at your wrist and pulled your shell bracelets off to reveal a seashell soul mark identical to Finnick’s. He was your soul mate.

“What’s wrong?” He called to you. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.” You said shaking your head. “I didn’t know you had a soul mark”

He looked over his shoulder. “Yeah. Do you have one?” You shook your head and he shrugged. “It’s too bad, I haven’t found her yet”

“Yeah, what a shame.” You sighed and turned to the setting sun. “Listen, we have to finish up.” You said, running and diving into the water.

You loved Finnick, but he deserved better. He was amazing and you were, well, you. He didn’t know you were his soul mate and it’s very possible for a soul mark to disappear when circumstances change. There had to be someone better to be his soul mate and that is what you would hold out for.

As you swam to the surface you were met by Finnick’s sea blue eyes staring back at you. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close.

“My little fish was underwater for a very long time. Are you ok?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah” You nodded pushing yourself away from him. “I have to go” You said swimming to shore.

After the next few months despite your best efforts you fell more and more in love with Finnick everyday. You tried to stay away from him but it was almost impossible. Oddly enough you thought that maybe Finnick was in love with you too.

You were fishing one day again when Finnick spoke up. “You know I don’t think this soul mate stuff is true. I mean how can a mark on my body that matches someone else mean I love them. What if I already love someone else”

You couldn’t tell if you were upset or relieved so you nodded. “Well I don’t have to worry about it”

“I just wish I wasn’t carrying this on my back” He paused. “Get it?”

“Ha, ha” You said splashing him with water.

“Oh, you want to do that do you?” He said charging at you and knocking you backwards and into the water with him on top of you and your back against the sandy bottom.

When you both came to the surface you laughed but Finnick’s face turned serious.

“Are you nervous for the reaping next week?” He asked, breaking the happy moment.

“I don’t know.” You said shrugging. “I always wonder what are the odds.”

He nodded and looked off into the distance. “Yeah... I suppose.”

“Come on.” You said pulling him up. “It’s almost dark”

The next week went by and Finnick seemed distant. He was really worried about the reaping. You weren’t sure if he was right to be, but today would be the day to find out.

You dressed in your best blue dress and braided your hair back in a single fishtail braid. Sadly, you couldn’t meet up with Finnick before, but you would see him after. You hoped.

After you were all lined up in the square that’s when your nerves finally hit. You fidgeted with your dress and tried to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of Finnick. To your despair he was nowhere to be found.

As they drew the girl’s name you breathed a sign of relief when it wasn’t you. When they got to the boys you crossed your fingers it wasn’t Finnick.

“For the boys!" The woman called out. “Finnick Odair!”

“No...” You whispered. You watched in horror as Finnick walked up to the stage. “No!” You said running up after him the guards in quick pursuit. You grabbed his hand and gave him a hug. That was all you had time for before the guards were tearing you apart.

Finnick still had your arm and through all the grabbing and pulling your sleeve pulled up revealing your soul mark. Finnick saw it immediately. “I knew it was you. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked desperately.

“I’m sorry.” You said as you were finally pulled away.

“I will come back to you!” He yelled as he was dragged into the justice building. “I promise!”

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kpchrs · 1 year ago

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Coriolanus doesn't get poetry at all.

Poetry -- ballads -- is Lucy Gray's way of life. It's the way she observes the humans, the nature, and the world. Lucy Gray loves life and children and people and she shows her love in the form of poetry. To live is to love humankind, she thinks.

Coriolanus doesn't get it. Coriolanus doesn't get it at all. Coriolanus doesn't get poetry. Coriolanus doesn't get humans; the souls. He kills the last speck of soul he has that day and he lives the life of the dead ever since.

Until he sees the poetry in the form of Katniss Everdeen.

Katniss is a poetry. She is Coriolanus' body and Lucy Gray's soul. She is a threat -- and he loves it.

For the first time in decades, he feels alive again.

Again and again, he challenges her in the way he knows how to defeat himself, because she is him. But she is also her and so the Mockingjay wins in the end.

It fills him with joy. With delight. With love. With life. With poetry.

He tells her the truth that final day. He always tells her the truth. He always tells her the truth until the end. Because he didn't tell her the truth when it ended. So, Coriolanus observes gleefully. To see what he, she, they choose. And she chooses the right thing.

"Well done, Miss Everdeen!" He explodes in laughter. "Well done!"

He laughs and laughs and laughs more after, because...

"Well done, Lucy Gray, well done!"

Coriolanus loves.

"I love it, live it --

Your poetry."

#tbosas #thg #coriolanus snow #snowbaird #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #this piece started as a meta but ended up as a...drabble something #this is inspired by my interp and donald sutherland's interp of president snow and katniss

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scarlettscribbles · 2 years ago

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PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, mentioned Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.7k words - The words were on the tip of her tongue before Coriolanus had let it slip that he'd killed three people.

As Lucy Gray became a ghost lost in the wind, so did her secrets.

a/n: i cannot stop thinking about snowbaird !! inspired by my visenya-verse and also bc i love writing about children being loved :)

also, shout out to PlayingTheGameOfThrones' It's Quiet Uptown! i was reading snowbaird fics and i was so happy to find a secret kid fic. literally squealed in excitement bc i was like, that's what's literally in my brain rn

In truth, Lucy Gray was too young to be doing this. Halfway eighteen, with her heart broken by a man — a boy, really — who almost killed her. Ironically, the suspect of her current predicament was the same person. Oh how Lucy Gray hated it that he still haunted her now.

She had Lucy Gray’s tan skin, her baby girl. The wisps of her hair stuck against her forehead were bright blond. Lucy Gray wondered if her hair would darken eventually.

Annabel Rose Baird was a sickly baby. Her heart was weak and every night, Lucy Gray would have trouble sleeping, afraid that she’d wake up with a cradle gone cold. But she was a survivor, her Annie. Much like her mother. (And father.)

But they could not live on that alone. Lucy Gray, barely recovered from birth, wrapped her baby tight on her back with a sling and took their meager belongings in a bag, setting out to find the community up North Billy Taupe had once talked about. Lucy Gray walked for miles and miles, sometimes wishing she hadn’t left behind that lovely orange scarf her lover gave her. It would’ve made for a more comfortable sleep in their journey. She could’ve given it to Annie as her baby blanket, something to remember her childhood by — the one piece of her father she would ever know or keep. But alas, Lucy Gray had left it behind along with the broken pieces of trust she once thought she could rely on.

Lucy Gray found them eventually. Or rather, they found her. It was in the middle of the night and she’d just put Annie to sleep when flashes of light shone through the gaps between the trees. Cradling her whimpering baby close to her chest, Lucy Gray raised a hand in surrender, hoping that she was saying the right words for them to not shoot her.

They took them to their leader and gave them a small cabin. It was cozy and comfortable but it wasn’t home. Not when their leader, with his calculating eyes and access to Capitol broadcasts, look at her and her baby with such intense scrutiny. Lucy Gray’s paranoia increases every time he “accidentally” chances upon her with questions about the Capitol, about the Hunger Games, about Annie. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is. Lucy Gray endures his questions, answering casually to alleviate the suspicion upon her. Her heart threatens to beat out of her chest every single time. She could only properly breathe again when she’s back within the four walls of their cabin, with Annie safe in her arms, her little puffs of breath warming Lucy Gray from the inside out.

The one saving grace of the place was Dr. Hartree. She was training under some big shot Capitol doctor when she fled, so she knew more than the District healers did despite the meager hospital equipment she had. She diagnosed Annabel Rose with something called moderate Ventricular Septal Defect; a heart disease she had since birth. Dr. Hartree let her listen to the whooshing sound of her Annie’s heartbeat through the stethoscope. Her baby’s got a hole in her heart. Lucy Gray wept.

Dr. Hartree said that the hole might yet repair itself, that she could look for some medicine that could help strengthen Annie’s heart muscles. But if it did not, Annie would need heart surgery which Dr. Hartree was neither qualified for nor equipped to do. In that scenario, going to the Capitol would be Annie’s best hope, said the doctor. The community’s leader approved Dr. Hartree’s request for getting the medicine. In exchange, Lucy Gray had to take on additional work on top of what she’d already been assigned with to earn her keep. Lucy Gray was both thankful and suspicious. She was no fool, a big favor like that didn’t come without heavier strings. But her baby was alive so Lucy Gray kept her head down. (For the moment, at least.)

Annabel Rose grew up a happy child. She was small for her age but her presence filled the room and her heart was so full of love. Whenever she smiled, a deep dimple showed on her cheek and her warm brown eyes would shine like stars in the night sky. Her baby never did grow out of her blond hair, riotous curls tumbling down her head. She looked like an angel; Lucy Gray’s own angel.

She was truly heaven sent. There were no words to describe how much her daughter made her happy, which was something, coming from a songwriter. Oft Lucy Gray wished the Covey had a chance to know her daughter. Annabel Rose fit in alright with the children of the community, but children can be cruel sometimes. Annie’s body was weak and she ran out of breath fast, making her unable to be included in strenuous physical activities. Lucy Gray was not deaf to the whispers of “runt” that surrounded her daughter, whispers that eventually reached Annie’s ears, causing her to come home tearfully, fisting her mother’s skirt and asking what it meant. Once upon a time, Lucy Gray would have been rearing for a fight but everything was different now. She didn’t have her Covey; her and Annie were alone.

Oh, people were nice enough but, like in District 12, they seemed to be able to sense an otherness in her and Annie that made them unable to accept them fully. It didn’t help that the community leader’s demeanor was like that either. The residents liked and respected him better than the strangers they barely knew anything about, so of course they’d follow his example.

Lucy Gray had been missing her Covey so much that she contemplated going back to District 12, back to her family, when she’d heard that an electric fence was put around it, complete with Peacekeepers patrolling the perimeter. They’d never bothered with that area before, but Lucy Gray had an inkling why they suddenly found it important.

So what else could she do but grit her teeth and bear it? Every night Lucy Gray would sing songs to Annie and tell her stories about the Covey, about her family and the colorful nights and laughter they shared. And Annie’s eyes would shine in the low lamplight, humming along to the tunes.

Lucy Gray did not bring her guitar with her during her journey out of District 12, but she was able to obtain a smaller version — a ukulele — from a traveling salesman. His initial offer nearly took all her saved up money to pay for, but she was able to haggle down to a more reasonable price. At 3-years-old, Annabel Rose learned the basic chords from her mother. The first song she learned was to the tune of Lucy Gray's namesake.

It tugged at Lucy Gray’s heartstrings to hear her Annie’s sweet voice in the warmth of their home. She resolved to write a song for her daughter’s fourth birthday as a gift. Lucy Gray had her song, and so did her Capitol boy. It was only apt that Annabel Rose had one too.

It was the night of Annabel Rose's fourth birthday when everything went wrong. Lucy Gray was humming underneath her breath to the tune of a new song, their tiny kitchen fragrant with the smell of a birthday cake she’d stolen half the ingredients for to bake. She lit up a deformed red candle she attempted to mold from whatever melted wax she could find, cupping the flame between her palms briefly to keep it from being blown out. With a satisfied sigh, she wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the bed to shake her daughter awake.

All Lucy Grey felt was the cold skin of her daughter, her breathing shallow and her skin tinged blue. Her heart dropped to her stomach. With shaking hands, she wrapped Annie in a blanket and lifted her into her arms.

On the way to Dr. Hartree’s cabin, Lucy Gray would not realize that she’d been singing the song she’d written for Annie. And she will sing it under her breath while the good doctor examined her daughter, telling her the heart defect had gotten worse. She’d sing it at the back of her mind while Dr. Hartree tells her that surgery wasn’t an option anymore, that the medicine Annie’ll need is only available in the Capitol, that if she wants her baby to live she’ll need to find some way to get her a heart transplant. She’ll sing it and sing it, hoping the girl she’d written it for would awaken long enough to sing it with her.

She would only stop when Dr. Hartree clasped her hands, telling her in a hushed whisper that she’d found a way to get them to the Capitol discreetly. The doctor’s got family among the Peacekeepers in District 12 who was going to go to the Capitol in two days. Some officer fellow that was high-ranking enough to have his own private train cabin, and kind enough to share it with them. Dr. Hartree had given her temporary antibiotics for Annie with an apology that she couldn’t do anything more. When they arrive in the Capitol, Lucy Gray was on her own. Lucy Gray who had no penny to her name, who would probably be shot on sight once the Capitol had caught wind of her existence.

Her mind was racing on the morn she and a barely-lucid Annie snuck out to the gates. They were met with a heavyset man two heads taller than Lucy Gray, driving a military jeep. Time passed quickly and they encountered no hurdles getting to the train station on time. He lent them warm Capitol-style cloaks so they could blend in upon arrival. He’d even made her a cup of tea, noticing the nervousness in her demeanor. Lucy Gray had not been expecting such kindness from a Peacekeeper, no matter how highly Dr. Hartree spoke of him.

It was nighttime when they arrived, snow falling heavily on the ostentatious buildings. It wasn’t only the cold that made Lucy Gray shiver.

Under the cover of the night, Lucy Gray held her Annabel Rose and rapped on the door of the one she’d hoped would help them. If blood was not an enough reason, she could always appeal to their conscience.

The door swung open.

“Tigris, I need your help.”

#snowbaird #snowbaird drabble #snowbaird kidfic au #lucy gray baird #original child character #tbosas #the hunger games #i've only seen the movie so characterizations are probably off but i just wanna have fun ok

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allisluv · 9 months ago

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You comforting lucy gray when she's sick

lucy gray will keep denying that she's sick until she's on the verge of hallucinating because of how high her fever is. you've got to coax her into bed and her appetite is always bigger when she's ill, so you won't have a hard time making her eat, but she hates drinking water at the best of times, so you will have a struggle keeping her hydrated. she'll want cuddles all the time though! she's especially clingy when she's sick.

#grace talks🐚🌷#the hunger games #thgs #thg #headcanons #hcs #lucy gray baird #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray #lucy gray x you #lucy gray x reader #blurb #oneshot #tbosas #drabble #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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crowncrown · 2 years ago

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THE HUNGER GAMES SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

The Katniss and Lucy Grey parallels are beautiful. Really. But I believe that it’s slightly off.

Katniss is a hunter. She goes in the games prepared (at least physically) and can handle herself fairly well. She’s a fighter if she has to be. Lucy Grey on the other hand is a performer. She kills almost no one and stays in hiding because that’s not what she is physically capable of doing.

The true parallel here? Lucy Grey and Peeta. Kindhearted, soft, beautiful creatures that would’ve never made it through the games without intervention. They both “cheated” their way to victory because the love they carry moves people.

So who is meant to parallel Katniss? Sejanus! They’re strong souls. They speak their mind and loudly oppose the games while others back down. But Snow was far too focused on the small similarities (that still very much exist don’t get me wrong!) between Lucy Grey and Katniss that he becomes hyper focused. Snow is incredibly intelligent but has proven time and time again to develop tunnel vision and miss details because he’s too zoomed in to be able to see the big picture anymore. The second Katniss reminds him of Lucy Grey, he starts mixing their personalities. Haunted by the past of his love for her, he ultimately loses because he tries to predict Katniss in the way he would’ve predicted Lucy Grey.

If only he had seen that she far more favored his best friend.

#the hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #fan theories #crown drabbles:)

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retrowitchy · 1 month ago

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happy birthday lucy gray baird! ⊹₊⟡⋆

here's a quick little birthday drabble for my best girl, just sort of how i imagine the morning might go :)

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Sixteen years old today, and the sky was just as blue as ever.

Lucy Gray sat underneath her trusty willow, the one that’d been there all her life. She was sixteen now, but there was no tellin’ how long this thing had been on this earth. It probably understood so much more about the world than she did, and yet, there was a companionship there.

She’d snuck out, early, to get to this spot before any of the Covey woke up. There were birthday plans and celebrations for the day, and they had a Hob show that night, but right now, this moment, this was hers alone.

Lord, she missed her mama somethin’ awful. On birthdays in years past, she used to wake Lucy Gray up real early, fix her hair into something beautiful, and let her wear her favorite scarf. It’d hang around her neck and drag onto the ground, she’d been such a tiny thing when she was younger, but that scarf was so beautiful she didn’t give a damn. Nothin’ like it. All rainbows and orange fading right into bright pinks and lilac purples mixed up with deep greens. Hand-painted with honeysuckle and sunsets and best of all, birds of unimaginable variety. On those birthdays, with that scarf floatin’ around her neck and shoulders, she used to feel like she could fly away on the breeze just from the sheer joy of the thing.

It’d been a while since her mama’d been around for a birthday of hers, and she knew that was just the way of things. The world tended to go around like that. She had the Covey now, and with that came all the love she could ever want. Still, the silence out here was beautiful.

Of course, eventually, she had to go and disturb it with a song, but there was nothin’ to be done about that. She’d brought her guitar out here and she didn’t intend to have carried it out without purpose.

She sat the guitar on her lap, plucking at the strings a little and twisting the knobs until it felt properly tuned, and then she unfolded a piece of scrap paper tucked inside her shirt, propping it down on the ground and holding it down with her foot so it wouldn’t blow away with the wind. Like she could have done, wearin’ Mama’s scarf.

“Wherefore by your lonesome,

Wherefore sing your tune,

I don’t know what you want from me,

So quit and- and-”

Quit and what? What did she want from the voice in the song? The lyrics she’d hastily scribbled out two nights ago just ended there, and in slight frustration, she picked up the piece of paper, holding it out at arms length as if that would give her some inspiration or intuition to what that next word might be.

“Quit and grant my boon…..quit and….boon,” she puzzled, mumbling under her breath as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the guitar strings, “….tune….or croon, quit and somethin’ croon-”

“Soon?” a voice called out, and Lucy Gray jumped. “Or maybe June?”

That boy! Billy Taupe grinned impishly at her from a little distance, with Maude Ivory perched up on his shoulders, smiling with that big ol’ gap in her teeth.

“What’s another, Maude Ivory, let’s have one,” he said, tugging on her socked foot while still shining that smile of his at Lucy Gray.

“Spoon?” Maude Ivory suggested, arms resting stacked on top of each other on Billy Taupe’s head, messing up his hair. Lucy Gray laughed, standing up.

“Aww, you two scared the heck outa me! What are you doin’ out here??” she said, coming over to them.

“It’s your birthday, o’ course,” Maude Ivory said, like it was very obvious. Lucy Gray put her hands on her hips.

“Well it sure is, but you didn’t have to get up so early on account of little old me!” she said, fake frowning.

“Ya have to go to bed with the birds if you wanna greet ‘em at dawn, that’s what you always say,” said Billy Taupe. “We know you’re as early a bird as they come. Maude Ivory wanted to come find you.”

Maude Ivory leaned out, lips puckered up, from the top of Billy Taupe’s shoulders, and he obliged, moving over and squatting down some so that she could reach Lucy Gray’s cheek and give her a kiss.

Lucy Gray giggled. “Well ain’t that sweet? My birthday kiss from Maude Ivory and it’s not even breakfast yet! Hey,” she said, looking down at Maude Ivory’s feet, covered up with knitted pink socks and not a thing more, “honey, where did your shoes go?”

Billy Taupe readjusted her up on his shoulders. “We were in such a hurry we forgot ‘em. Convenient on her part, seein’ as I’ve had to carry her like this all this way.”

“And you’ll be carrying me back just the same!” Maude Ivory announced, swatting the top of his head playfully. Lucy Gray shook her head in pretend disappointment.

“And woo-wee, look at this fine grown up lady here!” Billy Taupe whistled in approval. “Nobody warned me you’d turn up a hundred times more beautiful the day you turned sixteen, how’s that even possible?”

Lucy Gray threw her head back and laughed, spinning around in a little circle. “Oh, well, darlin’, you know I made a deal with a witchin’ woman. In exchange for a tiny piece of my soul I just get prettier ‘n prettier every year.”

Maude Ivory’s jaw dropped, and Billy Taupe cracked up. “You sure did, baby, ‘cause look at you. You’re positively glowin’.”

“You don’t really know any witchin’ women, do you, Lucy Gray?” Maude Ivory asked skeptically.

“No honey, of course not. If I did, I’d wish for us all to grow wings so we could fly right outa here, but obviously that ain’t happened yet. If I ever do meet one, though, you can count on it,” she winked. Maude Ivory nodded seriously.

“Tammie and Barb Azure are cookin’ up breakfast, why don’t we head on home before we catch a scolding?” Billy Taupe said, tugging on Maude Ivory’s sock again and looking to Lucy Gray.

“Sounds good to me,” she agreed. “I’m so hungry I could eat anything”

Yes, she thought as they walked back through the field, she did miss her mama. But she had plenty of love right here.

#happy birthday lucy gray :)#the hunger games #lucy gray baird #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the covey #maude ivory baird #billy taupe clade #birdy writes little things

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simpingforblackfire · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

DC:

Platonic Yandere Starfire and Platonic Yandere Dick x (usually fem) reader (don't necessarily have to be read consecutively to be understood past part one and two but these posts are all a part of the same universe)

Part One: How the reader met Starfire/Dick and when they decided to kidnap her

Part Two: A direct continuation to part one where you realise you have been kidnapped

Part Three: Life with your captors/basically their patience with you

Part Four: Dick Focused: Life with your captors with the focus on Dick and how he deals with being angry at you

Part Four: Starfire Focused: Life with your captors with the focus on Starfire and how she deals with being angry at you

Part Five: Starfire Focused: Drabbles of Life with your captors with the focus being on our girl Star. Basically Star reacting to reader being all pouty and shit.

Part Six: General Drabbles of Life with your captors

Part Seven: When the reader is sick

Part Eight: If the reader tried to run away/if they harmed themselves

Nah I’m good: Platonic (yandere?) Bruce Wayne x f reader x (romantic) Sugar

Part One

Spider-man:

Unrequited Yearning Miguel O'hara x FWB reader

The Last of us:

Dom Ellie William x fem reader: basically just Ellie giving the reader head. Porn with feelings type shit.

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

I'll crawl home to her: Lucy Gray Baird x fem reader (x platonic Coriolanus Snow)

Part One

Yellowjackets:

Jackieshauna undercover fed au

Happy to take requests x

#masterlist #platonic yandere #yandere #dc universe #dick grayson x reader #starfire x reader #ellie williams x reader #wlw #yandere starfire #yandere dick grayson #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #coriolanus x reader

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natti-ice · 1 year ago

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Requests are open for universal blurbs!

Any requests fulfilled will probably be drabbles/blurbs!

If a character you want isn't listed, please send in an ask! there are some characters I don't write for.

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My only rules are that I won't write anything triggering like SA or SH, angsty themes are fine just please do not request anything gory.

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slaymitchabernathy · 3 months ago

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& remember kids, the next time you think, “oh, the government wouldn’t create an annual pageant where twenty four children fight to the death until one of them comes out alive as a punishment” & base the entire thing off of a drunk joke.

oh yes they would.

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lqveharrington · 2 years ago

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Silver Roses & Fallen Snow

3: The Arena Promotion (masterlist for series)

summary: after yesterday’s events, you and Coriolanus were back to normal. well, to a certain degree. you both were put more on edge and the arena changes everyone.

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight jealousy, coriolanus being possessive, coriolanus being protective, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of bombs & explosions, Tigris being her loving self, Dr. Gaul is still insane, future talk, cursing (??), kissing (??), italics are flashbacks/memories

word count: 4.3k+

a/n: sorry for the long await for this one !! i’m finished with finals week, so hopefully i’ll be back for holiday break 🤞🤞 soooo, i listened to the comments but then also didn’t. have fun 🫶🏼

“Beautiful, I’m sorry—”

“You’re not sorry.” You snatch your drink off the cafe counter, turning to leave the store. “You don’t even care.”

He rolled his eyes at your dramatic behavior, taking his own drink. “I do care, that’s why I did that.”

“I said you didn’t have to, Coryo.” You frown, sipping out of your hot chocolate. “I said I would pay.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t pay for your things?”

“A wonderful boyfriend.” You glance over at him and slip your free hand into his. “I don’t care if you don’t pay for our dates, I’d rather you save your money.”

Coriolanus pulled you into his side, kissing your head. “I’d spend all my money on you if I had the chance.”

You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. “I know…”

You blink the memory out of your head as you and Coriolanus pass the cafe. The cafe held importance to both of you, it was the ideal place to have many of your dates. The thought made you lean into the male next to you, your arms already looped together as you made your way over to the game makers’ edifice.

You try to cover a yawn that came out of you as you approached the long stairs leading up to the glass doors of the building. The action earns you a muted kiss on the head.

Coriolanus knew the reason for your exhaustion. He was there. Due to the horrible events that occurred yesterday, your night was not appealing whatsoever. You would wake up in a sweat with tears streaming down your face as Arachne’s body and blood appeared every time you shut your eyes. And Coriolanus being by your side, he would wake up as well, doing his best to console you. By the time you were both able to get any sleep without any disruptions, you had three hours of sleep and only one continuous hour of sleep.

He opened the glass door for you, letting you in first before following suit. You remained by the front of the building’s lobby while Coriolanus went up to the front desk, his shoes echoing in the hall with each step he took. You eyed the bland walls and one piece of furniture. It was all concrete or plain white. The decoration of the room gave you an off-putting feeling, shivers coming down your spine. Only when you heard Coriolanus’ voice did you look back at him.

“Give this to Dr. Gaul. Please.”

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“In spite of yesterday’s tragic events, our president has decided that the games must go on. Show everyone the Capitol is unafraid of such acts of terror. To which end, Dr. Gaul wishes you to preview the arena this afternoon with your tributes.” Dean Highbottom spoke fast and briefly, not taking a singular break. “Later this evening, there will be a special televised presentation of each tribute to our audience to, you know, get to know them… You have an hour to discuss strategy.”

His students awaited further instruction as he turned away, taking a shot from a small glass vial.

“You may begin,” Highbottom says in a bothered tone, shaking his head at his supposedly best students.

You purse your lips at his infliction and take your seat across from the young girl, stifling a yawn. “Good morning, Dill.”

“Hi.” She responds in a quiet voice, looking around the room with unease.

You tap your pen on the desk at her reaction, taking a quick scan of the room. It clicked. She was scared of the peacekeepers. Dill saw what they did to the other tribute. They shot the tribute dead and it was obviously bothering her. What made it worse was a peacekeeper stationed behind every tribute and mentor, a rifle strapped across their shoulders.

“They won’t hurt you.” You reassure her, glancing at her chained hands. “I know they won’t.

Dill still doesn’t seem convinced. Only this time, she looked down at the table in front of her. “What happens now?”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, writing some necessary items for her on the paper given to you.

“What’s the presentation your dean was talking about?” She points out, clearly listening to his small speech. “Do I have to do something special?”

“Not necessarily, no.” You try to find the right words to explain to her. “It’s basically an interview for the people of the Capitol.”

“What are they going to do?” She questions and meets your eyes for the first time today. “What do people have to do with me?”

“In the arena,” You start off and hope to find a great point to it. “You need food and water to survive since they won’t give you any. To get the food and water, you need donations from the people. To get donations, they need to decide whether to support you or not.”

“Support?”

You nod, “The people want you to live or win the Hunger Games if they support you.”

“How do I get support from them?” The young girl traces shapes onto the table with her finger.

The sound of chains rattling emerges from your left, making you jump in your seat. Reaper looked over at you and Dill, having scared Clemensia from her interview.

“You just have to be yourself.” You say slowly, looking back at your own tribute. “If anything, the people will love you the most because you’re being true to yourself. You don’t need to sing or dance for the cameras.”

“So, I can talk about what I like to do?”

“Of course, that’s exactly what I meant.” You smile at her. “What do you like to do?”

She thinks for a minute, “I like to draw and paint.”

You start writing more things down on your paper, “What do you like to draw?”

“The forest around my home. It’s always so beautiful.” Dill reminisces, thinking back at District Eleven.

“I bet it is… Beautiful…” Your eyes drift toward the entrance where Dean Highbottom stood. A pair of peacekeepers entered the building and spoke with him. You quietly observed the body language, noticing the dean preparing to announce something.

“Snow. Lovett. Dovecote.” Highbottom called out, interrupting the ongoing discussions.

You and Clemensia glance at one another, slowly standing from your desk.

“I’ll see you later in the arena, okay?’ You reach over and squeeze her hands.

“Okay.” She says in a small voice. “You promise you’ll be back?”

You link your pinky with her own, “I promise—”

“Miss Lovett,” Highbottom calls again with impatience as an undertone.

You give Dill one last look before rushing over to the exit, avoiding the heavy stares from the rest of your classmates and other tributes. Coriolanus held his arm out for you to take, following the pair of peacekeepers. The walk over to the game makers’ building was immensely quiet and the ongoing thoughts that were battling in your mind weren’t helping either.

You were so caught up in your own mind that you didn’t realize what Clemensia was doing until Coriolanus spoke up about the repeated action.

“What is it, Clemmie?” He asked, slightly agitated at her recurring motion of opening and closing her mouth. Coriolanus moved his hand to the small of your back, keeping you secure as you ascended the stairs.

“She can’t expect us to have written that proposal last night, can she? I was crying for hours.” She responded and changed her gaze over the both of you with distress.

“We did,” Coriolanus answered, looking back at her. “Write it, I mean. Y/N and I turned it in this morning.”

“Alright, give me the bullet points.” She rushes out, watching the glass doors get closer with each step.

He proceeded to give Clemensia a quick rundown of what he had written last night, rubbing your back every so often when you yawned. Luckily, he finished wrapping his synopsis of the paper before entering the long, concreted hallway in the building. The peacekeepers soon brought you three to a vast room filled with shelves stocked with experimented animals in glass containers. You and Coriolanus separate from Clemensia, heading to the opposite side of the room.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Coriolanus slowly turned you around in his arms and put the back of his hand on your forehead, lowering his voice “I can bring you home afterward—”

“I’m fine, Coryo.” You brush a stray blond curl from his face, eyes drifting between icy blue ones. You yawn again, covering your mouth. “I’m just tired.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, “Seriously?”

You hum, pushing up on your toes, and give him a peck on his lips. Deflecting the question, you tap on one of the glass containers. “How do you think she makes these?”

“Don’t ignore me, beautiful.” Coriolanus pulls you back into his arms. “I’m just looking out for you—”

“Mr. Snow. Miss Lovett. Miss Dovecote.” Dr. Gaul calls for the three of you from the front of the room, gesturing you over. “Come and see my new babies.”

Coriolanus glances over at you and laces his hand with yours, noticing your tense nature. Clemensia appears at your right as the three of you follow the doctor, coming face to face with another glass container filled with animals. But not just any kind of animal.

Rainbow snakes.

“Is there a point to the color?” Clemensia asks, climbing the stairs to the top of the container, you and Coryo following.

“There’s a point in everything, Miss Dovecote, or to nothing at all. Which brings me to your proposal.” Dr. Gaul leans on the top of the glass, looking eyes flickering between the three of you. “Which one of you actually wrote it?”

“Well there was—”

“I was actually inspired by Coriolanus yesterday, of course.” Clemensia cut the male off.

You gave a stunned look at the raven-haired girl. She wasn’t even supposed to be brought into this mess. Coriolanus tugged at your hand, sensing the shift in your emotions. You frowned at the girl as she continued to steal what Coriolanus worked hard on. He squeezed your hand, knowing you were going to say something.

“Clemmie.” You murmur in her direction.

Dr. Gaul readjusted her hold on the top, giving her sinister smile to Clemensia. “So, it’s your sweaty handwriting on that page. Very impressed, Miss Dovecote. Unfortunately, my assistant mistook it for trash this morning and lined the shelf of this very terrarium with it.” She slid open the cover, each one of you peering inside. “So, please Miss Dovecote. Retrieve it for us, won’t you? So we might all consider your inspired ideas.”

You crease your brows at the many snakes, taking a small step back.

“Don’t worry. My little predators are perfectly docile with those they can trust.” She pulled a snake out, letting it coil around her arm. “So, if they’re used to your scent… If you’ve handled their food for example, or if they’ve inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page, they’ll leave you alone. A new scent, however? You’d be on your own, little girl. Retrieve it.”

Coriolanus pulled you closer to him, the both of you watching Clemensia’s trembling hand reach into the terrarium.

“Clemmie.” Coriolanus tries to stop her, his Adam's apple bobbing at her action.

You watch with caution, each second passing with agonizing pain until Clemensia screams in terror and falls back off the platform, snake attached to her hand.

“Clemmie, no!” The blond shouts, attempting to grab her.

You get pushed back by Dr. Gaul as your hand comes to your mouth, shocked at the horror you just witnessed.

“You asked about the colors, Miss Dovecote.” Dr. Gaul starts as her assistant and the pair of peacekeepers come over. “I want my enemies to see a rainbow of destruction engulfing their world. I’m not above using spectacle to create a little terror.”

“They’re good. Your suggestions. I’m going to recommend my team to implement as many as possible tomorrow.” She nodded in approval at Coriolanus. “And, I’m assuming your flower over here helped? I wouldn’t want the same fate to happen to Miss Lovett.”

He squeezes your hand at the mention of your name, “She did. She was with me all night.”

“Good. You wouldn’t want the same tragedy to happen to her.” She plastered on her evil grin once more, reaching up to your necklace. “Don’t think I don’t know about your courtship. It’s painfully hard to avoid.”

You freeze under her touch, meeting her eyes. She softly tugs at your silver charm, making you flinch at the action.

“What a beautiful necklace…” Her grin spreads. “What?”

“Will she die?” You hear Coryo ask as Dr. Gaul releases the chain.

“The pleasure in breaking ground in one’s research is one gets to find out.” She looks at him, shutting the top. “You better keep Miss Dovecote’s fate between us. I don’t think her mother would be happy to learn how she caught this sudden… flu.”

Coriolanus looks down at you, watching you mess with the rose charm.

“Now run along, you have an arena to promote and it’s time for my milk and crackers.” Dr. Gaul nods her head toward the exit.

— —

Upon arriving at the arena, your demeanor was off. Zero words were exchanged during the walk. You weren’t bothered by the lack of conversation. Instead, you were concerned for Clemensia and the tributes. Not including Lucy Gray. Dr. Gaul proved that she had a heartless soul and would send in the rainbow snakes no matter the situation. This would mean no one would win the Games this year if they were as deadly as she made them out to be. If they were as deadly, Clemensia was already gone.

“Did she hurt you?” Coriolanus stopped you from walking into the gated arena. He held your face in his hands, looking over your figure. “Beautiful?”

“No.” You reach up to fiddle with your necklace, voice quiet when responding.

He moved one hand to take the one messing with the charm. “Stop.”

You release a breath, leaning your head up to look at him with dismal eyes. “I can’t be a mentor, Coryo. She’s going to— They’re all going to die in there! It doesn’t matter whether they get enough donations or— or whether they’re loved by the people! She’s going to release those snakes in the arena, and it will all be over.”

“Dr. Gaul knows what she’s doing.”

“She hurt Clemmie, Coryo.” You say breathlessly, glancing over at the impending arena. “She doesn’t know if she’ll survive.”

Coriolanus sighed, pulling you into his arms. “She’ll be okay… We’ll visit her.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder and shut your eyes, letting his comfort soothe your nerves. “I love you.” You mumble into his red blazer, shifting to kiss his cheek.

He rubbed your back, “I love you more.”

You pull away slowly and fix his lapels. “I swear, you are the epitome of my existence.” You rest your hands on his chest, giving him a thankful smile.

“Am I now?” He guides you into a kiss, deepening it as you reciprocate.

Humming, you press multiple kisses on his lips and grin, never breaking away once. It wasn’t until you both broke away for air that you realized you had to enter the arena at any second. Coriolanus took your hand and ran over to the line of tributes and their mentors, leaving you with one last kiss on the cheek before parting from you.

When you found your place next to Dill, she stayed close to you. There were peacekeepers stationed next to each pair of tribute and their mentor which had her in such a tense position. You let her cling to your hand as the lead peacekeeper announced that you would be entering the arena.

“Enjoy the show.” The automated voice repeated with every figure passing through the security bars.

Dill let go of your hand momentarily but took it back again as you passed through. A singular camera crew was stationed inside the arena. Their flashing light illuminates the dark space.

“Where’s your friend?” Reaper speaks up behind you, most likely asking about Clemensia.

“She’s not feeling too well.” You frown as you recall the earlier events, feeling Dill move closer.

The male simply grunted as a response, not being affected too much by the loss. Dill tried pointing something out to you, but it was far too dark to make anything out.

You, Dill, and Reaper move across to the left side of the arena, trying your best to navigate through the dark before the windows are revealed with the groaning of the metal machines. You hold the young girl still, waiting for the noises to stop.

“Welcome to the arena for the tenth annual Hunger Games. Tributes, mentors, you have fifteen minutes to survey the space and discuss strategy.” Another automated voice spoke through speakers.

Dill slowly peered up into your eyes “What’s the plan?”

“You can stick by me, understand?” Reaper spoke quietly, not wanting others to listen in.

She nodded as you rubbed her shoulders. Dill looked around the arena, noticing how organized and clean it was. “Don’t let me die here tomorrow.”

You mess with your necklace again, a habit that seemed to be recurring ever since you had to mentor for the Hunger Games. “Reaper will take care of you.” You avert her comment to something else, knowing you couldn’t promise her something that wasn’t in your hands.

“I know, but—”

Explosives shot all around the arena, causing you to immediately cover the girl beside you. She screamed at the sudden noise as you pulled her away from the sides. You rush to get her out of the arena, looking for the blond-haired male.

“Coryo?” You shout, frantically scanning the bombed arena. “Coriolanus?”

Dill was suddenly taken away from you, a pair of peacekeepers pulling her arms. “Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” You respond to her yelling, avoiding the falling debris. “You’re going to be okay with them!”

As you were leaving the building you finally found him. He was helping Lucy Gray up from a metal pole that fell from the earlier explosion before she was pulled away by a peacekeeper. You were so immersed in calming Dill and searching, running for Coriolanus, you didn’t notice another metal, concrete pole coming down from above you.

“Y/N!” Coriolanus shouted from the other side of the arena, rushing over to you after freeing his tribute.

The pole came crashing down above you, the screams of your name coming from both your tribute and Coriolanus. The last thing you could remember was the sound of a silver rose hitting the floor.

“You’ll always be with me, right?” You balance across a stone wall, one hand held by Coriolanus on the sidewalk.

He pressed a kiss on your hand, “Of course.”

“What if I fell from a bridge? Would you be there to save me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrug, meeting the end of the stone wall. “If you were to save me or—”

“I would pick you.” Coriolanus cut you off. “You’re mine to save. You’re my top priority.”

You grin and jump down from the wall, Coriolanus catching you in his arms. You plant a soft kiss on his lips, the necklace glistening in the sun. “My hero.”

Coriolanus’ eyes shot open and took in his surroundings. He clearly wasn’t in his own room and he clearly wasn’t in his own clothing. He saw Tigris and Sejanus seated in front of him, the pair immediately sitting up straighter at his movements. He took in a breath, switching his gaze between the two.

“Coryo.” Tigris breathed in relief, holding on to her cousin’s hand.

“Where’s Y/N?” Coriolanus started, heart racing faster at the last memory he recalled. “Is she—”

Tigris rubbed his hand and pointed to where you were with her head. “She’s not awake yet, but the doctors say she’s fine.”

He sighed in relief letting his body loosen at his cousin's words. “Can I go see her?”

She hesitated, “Are you sure you can walk just fine? I don’t want you to hurt yourself any more than you already have.”

“I’m fine.” He sits up, clenching his teeth together at the pain that shot up from his arm. With help from Tigris and Sejanus, he slowly made his way over to your cot, frowning at your unconscious state.

“What happened?” Coriolanus asked, taking a seat on the chair beside your bed and lacing his hand with yours. He placed his thumb by your wrist, counting your heartbeats.

“There was a rebel bombing,” Sejanus revealed in a monotone voice. “They must have been planning this for months. Four tributes were killed.”

“Everyone’s terrified, Coryo. People are locking themselves inside their houses, and Felix Ravinstill’s on life support.” Tigris murmurs the last bit, thinking how it could have been her cousin or you.

“The rebels released a message. They said they wanted to tear down the symbol of the Hunger Games on live TV.” Sejanus hesitated, looking down. “Marcus got out. He’s the only one. Peacekeepers are hunting him in the streets, but at least he has a better chance out there than they would tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? They’re not still going ahead with the games?” Coriolanus questioned Sejanus, earning a forlorn look. “Oh no. Lucy Gray… Lucy Gray could’ve run after I saved her…”

“You saved Lucy Gray before Y/N…?” Tigris whispered to him. “Coryo…”

“Lucy Gray needs to be alive so I can win. So we can win.” Coriolanus glared at the blonde. “If she wins, we can live, Tigris.”

“Do you not remember what her father told you?” She dropped her voice so Sejanus wouldn’t interfere. “What’s the point of winning the game if she’s not your end goal? If she’s not your true prize—“

“I understand that.” He interrupted her, the hold on your hand tightening. “You think I don’t know how much I’m risking by accepting that deal? By letting a prize dictate my future with her?”

Tigris bit the inside of her cheek, “Coryo…”

“Lucy Gray has to stay alive.”

“Even if that means risking your future?” She creases her brows together, gesturing to you. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand the risk of letting someone you love die just to win without them.”

“— Lucy Gray Baird. Come out here for the cameras, songbird.” Flickerman gestures from the stage, the television flashing Lucy Gray’s face on its screen.

Coriolanus stood abruptly, Sejanus clutching his arm. The pair walked closer to the television while Tigris took her cousin’s place, rubbing your hand.

“Good evening, Capitol. Districts. I wrote this song about a boy back in Twelve and I hope he hears it.” Lucy Gray spoke into the microphone, her nerves getting to her.

She clears her throat and starts to strum her guitar, “When I was a babe I fell down in the holler. When I was a girl I fell into your arms. We fell on hard times and we lost our bright color. You went to the dogs and I lived by my charms. It's sooner than later that I'm six feet under. It's sooner than later that you'll be alone.”

Coriolanus looked away from the screen due to the words sung by the songbird. He glanced at the nurses as tears fell from their faces and then looked back at your still unconscious figure. Tigris was wiping her tears at the song and squeezed your hand, hoping you would wake before tomorrow. Even from afar, he could see the faint bruises on your arms from the other day.

His face hardened at the memory of what happened yesterday as Lucy Gracy continued to sing her heart out for those watching.

“So who will you turn to tomorrow, I wonder? For when the bell rings, lover, you're on your own. I am the one who you let see you weeping. I know the soul that you struggled to save. Too bad I'm the bet that you lost in the reaping. Now what will you do when I go to my grave?”

Cheers erupted from the television and Lucky Flickerman spoke once more, giving a straightforward comment to her odds.

With the words spoken by the host, you slowly stirred from your unconscious state, alarming Tigris.

“Coryo!” The blond called out for him, placing the back of her hand on your forehead.

Coriolanus does his best to rush over to you, practically dragging Sejanus with him. He cups your face in his hands, blocking everyone else’s view from you.

“Coryo?” You adjust your eyesight to the awful lighting, only just making out the male in front of you. “What are you— Oh god, my head.” You shut your eyes again, face scrunched at the pain.

His earlier facade melted at your quiet and hoarse voice, eyes scanning your face. “Beautiful, I need you to talk.”

You groan and give him an annoyed look, “Don’t beautiful me, I’m in hospital clothes and I probably look like a mess.”

Coriolanus rolled his eyes but smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “At least I know you’re okay.”

You melt at his words but look over him as well, noticing the matching robes. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He rubbed your cheek. “Next time we go anywhere, you stay with me.”

You frown but agree to his terms, your head pounding and body aching too much to argue.

“It was a rebel bombing,” Tigris spoke softly, cutting into your moment together. “You both are lucky to make it out alive.”

“Is Dill alright? I didn’t—“

“She’s fine,” Tigris reassured you, pulling her cousin down to sit beside her to not crowd you any longer.

Coriolanus took your hand in his again, tracing his initials into your palm repeatedly.

You reach up to your neck, realizing the necklace is missing. “Where’s my…”

“It’s on the desk next to you, dear. You’ll be surprised that it took zero damage.” A nurse came over, giving a disapproving look to Coriolanus. “You should be in your own bed.”

“I’m just making sure my girlfriend is safe, ma’am.” He continued his small action. “She’s my top priority.”

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theaawalker · 2 years ago

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I Will [Finnick Odair x Reader]

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Song Inspo: Meet Me At Our Spot by The Anxiety Word Count: 2,713 Series: 1 | 2 | ? Summary: it's been years since Finnick was reaped. He came out victorious, as you'd prayed he would, but then disappeared from the public eye. It wasn't long before the Capital revisited District 4 for its next competitor. Fast-forward, you're the winner of the 75th Hunger Games, and can barely sleep. When the Capitol unveils its next phase for the Games, you're thrusted back into survival as old habits return... as do old friends. Warnings: cuts, use of blades, surveillance, depression, female rage, mentions of prostitution, mentions of murder, making out, mentions of sex Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

You've been back for three weeks now. It feels like three years. You are the victor of the 75th Hunger Games. Your life is even worse than it was before your games, which was not meant to be part of the deal. Your entire family was dead. When you refused Snow's offer to make you a prostitute he killed them all. You thought he was bluffing. You thought he was bluffing. You thought he was bluffing. Now, you spend your days perched on your windowsill looking down onto the bottom floor, watching the other victors live. It provides minimal comfort knowing just because your life has taken a giant halt no one else's has. The only time you move from this spot is to go to the bathroom. Your legs are so stiff from minimal movement that you must hang onto the wall to steady yourself. You haven't showered. You've barely eaten, discounting canned foods. You're still in the clothes you wore when you arrived back. The only difference was a massive woolly blanket, providing some warmth in your cold, depressing room.

Someone comes over twice a day. You don't know who it is because you never actually look at them, eyes glued on the window. It's not because you're purposely ignoring them, but because you're lost in your own empty nothingness. And, as hard as you try, you can't fight your way back to reality. Whoever it is delivers your food.

Today was different though.

You hear them come in and remove their shoes. You hear them ramble through the kitchen for omething. After a while, their footsteps come towards you. You feel them put a hand on your slump, left shoulder. This is unusual but the difference is that you feel the urge to see who it is. You want to know who has been taking care of me. You want to know. So you find out.

"Welcome back to Earth, my dear." They say seductively with, face blurred by your unused vision.

"Finnick?" My voice all scratchy from no use.

"Wow," the blonde man said, "way to thank your mentor. But, fawn away, my dear!"

A wipe of the eyes reveals their true identity. A blonde man, indeed, but not yours. You've seen him on television during the 74th Hunger Games, often at the hip of its victors Katniss and Peeta.

"I know you."

"I'd sure hope so." Haymitch chuckles, stepping away to some stuff on your bed, his back to you.

"You... you've been helping me?"

"Of course. I couldn't let a pretty, little trainee like yourself starve, now could I?"

"Train for what?"

Haymitch paused. "You didn't see the news, did you?" You slowly shook your head, clutching your blanket. "Oh, jeez." The older man sighed. He grasped his mouth and stood silently, contemplating his next words. Having found them, he knelt in front of you as if you were a goner. "I'm sorry, kid... you're up next."

[ time skip - an hour later ]

An hour. That's how long Haymitch gave you to have a meltdown. You exploded with the pain, anger, and power of a thousand nukes. You obliterated your room - never careing for it anyways. You would've destroyed the building had physics not failed you. While you finished off your rampage with a primal scream, Haymitch waited outside the door and checked his watch.

Then he knocked. "Uh, kid. Time to go." You flung your door open and glared at him, eyes low and insides dead. "Hope you saved some of that rage for your combat."

The two of you head to the bottom floor. The elevator ride is quiet, and anyone who hops on ogles at you. Your hair sticks to your sweaty face. Your eyes are sunken and baggy. Your adrenaline is falling but you're still shivering. You look like a wild cat in captivity; tired, bitter, and vengeful. But worst of all, trapped.

You get to the ground floor and follow Haymitch to god-knows-where. Passing by training victors and their mentors doesn't faze you. You've played this game before. You won. You weren't confident you'd do it again, you just didn't care.

"Let's test out that fire on a target." Haymitch brought you to an assortment table of knives, spears, swords, and blades. He waved a finger across them. "Take your pick."

You grabbed the mezzaluna knife and peeked at your reflection. Your eyes... you'd be scared of you too.

You used to be so sweet and naive. You cared about others, maybe too much. You were selfless, self-conscious, and spineless. Killing people in an arena will take that from you. In a way, one of those victims was the old you.

'Rest in peace,' you thought.

"O-kaaay." Haymitch side-eyed you. "You ough to warm up before-" Your knife hit the bullseye with a sharp thud. "...Or not."

You threw the knife over, and over, and over until your palm sliced open. By Haymitch's advice, you took a breather and sought bandage. First aid wasn't a priority in the training hall, so you had to wander to find some proper wrappings. You didn't care if looking around made you appear clueness, or crazy, or weak.

A permanent "vacation" didn't sound so bad.

On your search, you saw Katniss Everdeen talking to someone by the rope stand. All you could see was his back and blonde hair. 'Peeta looks taller than on tv.' You thought to yourself.

Katniss looked over his shoulder, straight at you. You nodded, and she nodded back, a semblance of respect established. Her boyfriend watched her stare for a moment before turning around. By then you'd already looked away.

As you think about heading back, something within you begs you to stay. To look again, for whatever reason. Having nothing to lose or gain, you turn your head, which takes a lot of energy, and actually look and see who it is. You nearly faint as it's the person you never expected to see.

Finnick Odair.

He's squinting as if to make sure it's you. Then his eyes widen. At the same time, you both start for each other. The announcement feedback rings out, stopping you and him in your tracks. You step back and idle by, moving eye contact to the cement ground.

"Attention, victors. Let me be the first to welcome you," you didn't care to listen to the rest. All your mind could think about was Finnick. You hadn't seen him in almost 6 years, when he was torn from you and reaped. Just when he'd learned you two shared a soul mark. You pulled your sleeve down to hide it, paranoid a councilperson will see and tie you to Finnick. "but most of all, make your districts proud. Happy training! And may the odds be ever in your favor."

You try not to cry as the speaker ceases. Biting your lip, you peek back at Finnick's spot. His chest rises as he's huffing and staring at you, begging to be reunited. He looks so much older and buffer. His tan only complimented his gorgeousness. You had to have him.

But you couldn't, breaking your gaze. Not without drawing suspicion. So you bury alive your longing, conjure the numb beast born in your Hunger Game, and march over.

"Either of you know where to find wrappings?" You said, indirectly talking to Finnick but looking at Katniss. This was your way of tricking the cameras.

"I wouldn't, no." Katniss replied, scanning your body for the injury.

"I would." The man of your dreams said. Katniss looked at him, but you kept staring at her. "There's a kit cabinet, corner-east of the elevator. Should hold you down till the day's over."

You swallow the frog in your throat. It would be the first time you'd spoken to him since the day you lost him... You'd pictured that very moment countless times. The worst of circumstances had delivered. You couldn't even look into his eyes. Those beautiful, sea-foam eyes. You couldn't feel his eyes on you either. President Snow had control of you both, despite being nowhere nearby. It was no secret that man loved two things: using people as pawns and tearing people apart. You'd die before you let him do that to you and Finnick. Not again.

"And what if..." you cleared your throat, "what if I need another wrapping later on today?"

Finnick got quiet, picking up your breadcrumb. "There's a storage closet on the second floor. End of the hallway on the left. No one goes up there. Shouldn't be any eyes on you."

Eyes being cameras or guards, you understood. "Thanks."

Finnick started to say something else, but you walked away. Had you'd stayed any longer, you surely would've broken character and gotten the two of you killed.

[ time skip - later that night ]

Night fell and you were longing for Finnick's touch. Haymitch had finally fallen asleep, proved by his obnoxious snoring across the hall. You threw off your covers, revealing your blue, silk pajamas, and creaked open the door. Left, no one. Right no one. Empty hall. 'Thank God,' you sighed and tiptoed down it. The elevator button dinged and you jumped. You checked behind you, expecting your mentor or a guard. Empty hall still.

The elevator ride felt slower than usual. You lived on the 8th floor, so the 2nd floor shouldn't have taken that long. Then you remembered, making your face freeze and heart stop. There were cameras in the elevators. You curse yourself but evade looking at it. You should've taken the stairs. You hoped Finnick had.

'Finnick...'

The doors opened on the second floor. You walked out, almost robotically, and turned to the hall's end. 'End of the hallway on the left. Storage closet.' Finnick's words echoed in your head. You repeated it like a mantra as you headed that way. You finally got the storage closet door, no sign of entry. You reached for the handle when a dangerous feeling invaded you. You hadn't seen this man in nearly 6 years. You weren't the same, and perhaps so was he.

What if Finnick was deceiving you? 'No.'

What if guards are waiting behind the door?' No, he'd-'

What if Finnick was working with Snow? 'No, he'd never.'

How could you be sure? 'I'll prove it.'

You threw open the door and dove inside. Had you Finnick not caught you, you would've crashed into him. It was dark and dimly lit by a dying lightbulb. You saw illuminated Finnick's outline - his shape, really - but that was all. Not ideal circumstances, but they'd do.

"Y/N..." He was still holding you by the forearms. "Were you followed?" His voice read as serious, edging on emotionless.

"No." You said, hiding your dismay. For a moment, you regretted not bringing your knife. He had a hold of you, ambushed in a dark, small closet, in the middle of the night, and towered over you like Goliath.

Then a flashlight turned on under you. Once you saw his face, all the fear and paranoia dissolved.

"Good." He said charmingly with a sweet, gentle smile resting on his tan, god-like face. Suddenly he drops his Capitol self and you see another person not Finnick Odair but just Finnick. "I missed you s-"

You hugged him like you've never hugged anyone before. He rocked you side-to-side and you squeezed him tighter. You both chuckle as you break apart and look at each other.

"Gosh, Finn. You look so different." You gawked at his, well, everything.

"So do you, Y/NN." Finnick observed you with a sweet smile of disbelief. "Guess running for your life will do that to you." He joked, making you giggle.

Then it grew quiet as cruel reality set in.

You were both murderers. Both slaves to the Capitol. Both stuck inside a world you hate. Both surrounded by people you don't like. Even if he hadn't said it, his face told you. It had affected him too.

Your hands caress his cheeks as you mutter, "I wish things were different."

"I know what you're going through. I understand. And I felt terrible that I left without telling what," he sighed, "what you meant to me. I couldn't help you during your games because the Capitol wanted me to… take care of other business and Mags helped me a lot when I came home. So I should've looked for you, should've helped you, should've tried, because you deserve it."

You were too exhausted to cry. You contemplated aplogizing for not telling him about the soul mark. It happened so long ago that you couldn't recall if you'd said sorry then. When he was reaped and ripped away from you. So, you changed the subject. "You know why he killed my family, right?"

"Yes. Yes, I know why".

"You're a prostitute?"

"...Yes."

"To protect your family?"

"At first like you I refused then he killed my mother. The only family I had that was blood. Then he threatened to kill Mags. So I did it."

"I thought he was bluffing."

"I did too." Then Finnick's eyes fell to the ground, riddled with shame and uncertainty. "So... you don't mind? That I, uh..." his brows furrowed in angered remembrance, "that I'm... what Snow makes me do?"

You finally muster the courage to kiss him. His lips are salty and oh so plump. They mesh with yours perfectly. He grabs your face and deepens the kiss. You pull away to breath, eyes still closed and smiling. You licks your lips, relishing his citrus taste before being pulled into another kiss. Your heads move as your mouths devour each other. Your hands explore his back, sometimes tugging at his tanktop. He slides his tongue across your teeth, begging for permission. You open your mouth wide and let him slip it inside you. You suck on his long tongue and listen to his moans. As you suck and savor his slippery glossa, the idea of sex claws as you. You didn't want to soil the moment by [redacted]-ing Finnick.

Plus, you didn't have any condoms.

You let go of his tongue, which he rolled back into his smirking mouth. He dove in for another kiss but you caught his chest.

"I don't want to do it right away." You told him. You watched his face of arousal disappear, replaced by calm, and an understanding nod.

"I get it." He tucked your hair behind your ear. "We can stop here if you want."

Tears you resented stung your eyes. You bore into his chest, thoughts distant. "I don't think we can."

"Hey, hey," Finnick lifted your face, "what's wrong?"

"We're both victors, Finnick." You sniffled. "Do you really think they're gonna let two victors win again?"

It was true. Peeta and Katniss had gotten lucky. You and Finnick wouldn't be so, not if the Capitol could help it. The love you had would be destroyed, killed in the 76th Hunger Games. Not just the love between you, but one of you... one of you had to die.

"We'll find a way. Listen, listen to me. We will find a way. There's 59 days till the Games. We'll come up with a way to survive. Hide till it's over, fake our deaths, escape - whatever it takes. O-okay?" He plastered a weak yet hopeful smile. He brought your foreheads together. "I'm not losing you again. We just have to have faith. Okay?"

"We can't-"

"Promise me, Y/N. Please." Finnick begged, speaking and breathing softly. "Promise me you'll have faith in me. In us. Promise you will."

Every fiber of your being ignites. Faith didn't exist in the Hunger Games. Precision. Skill. Wit. Violence. Vigilance. Survival. That's what reigned. That's what would get you through the day. You hated doing it that way, but it had worked in the past. What Finnick was asking you was to basically abandon the protocol. To go against logic and defy the future, pretty much ensuring your demise. Could you trust what he was saying, or were your prior suspicions accurate? Could you use that against him, trick him as well? You just knew this wasn't going to end well, whatever happened. But for now, you'd play pretend.

"I will."

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Hunger Games Masterlist

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Katniss Everdeen !

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scarlettscribbles · 2 years ago

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a little help from your family (1/2)

PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, endgame Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.4k words - Tigris meets her niece.

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Coryo came back from District 12 triumphant but different. Tigris had expected him to come back with the Victor girl — with his Victor girl — but he only came back with an emptiness in his eyes, molding him into a man that was supposed to be long dead.

It sowed the seeds of fear in her, fear that she tried so hard to smother because that was her boy. That was her Coryo. The little cousin who clung to her so tightly during the nights when hunger pains would send them crying, the boy who’d sought out her comfort time and time again, who’d come to her first with every achievement. She’d once told him that he could be good, something she’d wholeheartedly believed at the time, but now… Now it’s less of a belief and more of a desperate hope.

Their penthouse grew brighter and more opulent. Their fridge was always stocked, sometimes obscenely so. Grandma’am glowed with happiness and Tigris tried her best to mimic the same. Oh for certain there were good times, still. The day Coryo surprised her with a sewing machine and a chest full of rich fabrics and materials, he’d been so giddy and proud, looking to her for approval. Tigris had given it to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. They had passed the time talking— well, it was mostly Tigris talking, ranting about the new designs she was going to be able to try out, flitting about the room and showing Coryo her sketches for him.

The moment had been cut short when an alarm rang, reminding Coryo of a meeting with Dr. Volumnia Gaul.

Moments like that were few and far in between. As Coryo grew more powerful, the distance between grew, the space in his life that provided him guidance occupied by someone else. Someone who had been able to help him more than Tigris could, despite her best efforts. Being displaced was such a sore feeling. Tigris hated Dr. Volumnia Gaul for pouring poison in Coryo’s ears, but she knew that Coryo had made a choice too.

Tigris drowned herself with work, using her creations as some sort of escape. She became proficient and famous enough to no longer work under Fabricia, likely thanks in part of Coryo’s influence who had been insistent that he only wore out clothes of her making. Tigris found a temporary joy in it, that was, until Coryo informed her that he found a spot for her as a designer in the upcoming 11th Hunger Games.

It made her sick. All the new "improvements" to the Games made her sick. The Capitol loved it, of course. As if the glitz and glamor can cover up the mountain of dead bodies and the smell of blood.

Her only consolation had been Mrs. Plinth, who she’d grown close to. She was sympathetic to the tributes, though highly cautious of expressing it. More so since her son had died, Tigris thought.

Her first tribute was a kind girl from District 4 who later went on to win, to Tigris’ guilty relief. On their first meeting, Mags Flanagan asked her about Lucy Gray Baird. Tigris nearly cried at that moment, feeling grateful that someone else besides her still remembered the songs and colors of the girl who changed her life.

Coryo’s constant brushing off of her questions regarding Lucy Gray had made Tigris fretful of the fate of the young woman, thinking that he might have done something to her. There must have been something that happened to turn the smitten boy with lovesick eyes into a hateful, unyielding man whenever Lucy Gray was mentioned.

“It was a lapse of judgment, Tigris. We realized we had diverging paths. I wanted to go back here in the Capitol and she—“ He turned away from her, but not before she got a glimpse of the strange look on his face. “She wanted to sing in the woods forever.”

It was not long after that that Tigris decided to move out of their penthouse and into the apartment above her own shop. She had felt guilty for doing so, leaving her Grandma’am in the primary care of Mrs. Plinth, but she made sure to visit often. Tigris hadn’t been sure if it was a good choice, but now…

“Is that you, Lucy Gray? Lucy Gray Baird?” Tigris asked before realizing the urgency of the situation. She didn’t wait for an answer, already ushering them in.

Lucy Gray smiled tiredly as Tigris led them into the waiting of her store. She immediately sat down, sighing as she shifted the bundle in her arms. Flaxen locks peeked from underneath the coat.

“Are— are you alright?” Lucy Gray looked no less beautiful than she had five years ago, last she’d seen her on the screen. She looked more mature now, though, sad and worried.

“Tigris I apologize for coming so suddenly. I know we don’t really know each other apart from whatever Coriolanus has said but I really, really don’t know where to go to.” she said in a rush, barely breathing between each word. “My daughter, my Annie, she’s sick and the doctor said she needed a heart transplant or else—“ Lucy Gray sobbed, a lone, heartbreaking sound. Tears streamed down her face.

“Lucy Gray breathe,” Tigris coaxed, hurriedly retrieving a piece of cloth from the scraps she had by her sewing machine. “I need you to breathe okay? I’m going to do my best to help you, but first I need you to breathe.”

Lucy Gray accepted the cloth, wiping her tears and composing herself. “I’m sorry again—“

“No need to apologize,” Tigris replied kindly, sitting across her visitors.

“I suppose introductions are in order,” Lucy Gray sniffed, sliding the hood of the coat of the bundle in her arms, kissing the child’s forehead before shifting them slightly so their face could be seen in the dim lighting. “This is my Annabel Rose Baird. She’s asleep now but she would love to meet you again when she’s awake.”

Tigris couldn’t hold back a gasp. “Oh, Coryo. What have you done?” Her mind ran wild with the possible reasons why Lucy Gray raised her daughter alone. "She looks a great deal like you."

"A great deal like him too," Lucy Gray responded. “Me and him, we weren’t planning on having Annie, it just kind of happened.

“See, we were supposed to go north to escape, to run away. He’d killed the mayor’s daughter, Mayfair, and another fella shot her boyfriend, Billy Taupe. The Peacekeepers were wantin’ to hunt down the culprits and the guns used. I was a major suspect since Mayfair hated me and Billy Taupe was my ex. I said I needed to go, he said he’d come with.

“While we were on the way, he told me he killed three people but I’d only known two of them. And he wouldn’t tell me the truth. I— I think it might have been Sejanus. Plinth. The other boy who’d been in the Peacekeepers with him? They played a recording when he was executed and he kept calling out for Coriolanus and his Ma when they hung him.” Lucy Gray shivered. “The mockingjays kept echoing his cries. It’s still in my nightmares even now.”

A small part of Tigris had suspected it, but to hear Lucy Gray’s confirmation was chilling. She felt so undeserving of the generosity of the Plinth’s.

“I wanted to tell him about Annie, I really did. For a moment, I entertained this fantasy of having a complete family, of my daughter never wanting for a missing presence in her life but, well, at that point I didn’t trust Coriolanus with anything. So I ran. Next I’d heard was him shoutin’ in the forest about me tryin’ to kill him. He started firing when he heard the mockingjays repeat my song.”

Tigris felt a bit sick at the onslaught of information. There was the difference between speculation and fact. “I’m sorry, Lucy Gray. I’m sorry that you had to do this alone.”

Lucy Gray looked at her daughter — Tigris’ niece, dear god — with so much love that it made her heart hurt. “It was fine. I wouldn’t have traded her for anything,” she said. “This isn’t the farthest I would go just to see her be alright.”

A tear slipped down Tigris’ cheek. “Tell me, Lucy Gray,” she said with as much sincerity as she could. “What do we have to do?”

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