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Rafe the Protector
Frat!Rafe x reader (established relationship)
Summary: At one of Rafes frat party a guy gets a little too handsy and Rafe comes to the rescue.
Themes : Mainly fluff! Slight angst cause of gross boy who canât take no for an answer đ
*this is my second time ever writing so once again cut me some slackđ
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You could already hear the music blaring from inside the party when you stepped out of your uber. Tired from your long day at school you start to regret showing up, but your promised Rafe. Plus itâs nothing a little bit of liquor wonât fix. You look around and notice that the line to get in is at least 30 people deep, but luckily youâre the Tri Deltâs frat sweetheart. Meaning you get the lovely power of skipping the line. A perk you get when youâve been dating the frat president for almost a year. You approach the door where two of the pledges have been given bouncer privileges where you wait for them to finish talking to the girls at the front of the line. Once done you step up and clear your throat to get their attention. âHi my name should be on the listâ you smile at them.
They look at each other as the smaller one hands the taller one their clipboard and give you a look that is probably supposed to be intimidating. However considering theyâre barely legal adults is just kind of funny. âWhatâs the name?â âOh itâs y/n, y/n l/nâ you patiently wait for them to find your name as you hum along to the song playing inside, once your name is found they cross it off, and wish you a good time while opening the velvet rope. There wasnât a velvet rope last year so I guess these guys take their jobs very seriously.
As soon as you step inside youâre hit with the smell of sweaty men and weed. What a glorious combination to be met with. You make your way around trying to spot your freshly buzz cutted boyfriend, but this place was packed. Luckily you see a familiar face in the crowd and make youâre way up, âhey topper have you seen Rafe? I just got here.â He looks down at you and his eyes are bright red, meaning that someoneâs having fun. âOmg y/n hey, uhh I think I saw him out in the back boutta play some pongâ he basically yells in your ear trying to overpower the music. âOkay thank youâ you give him a smile and make your way to the back deck.
As you approach the sliding glass doors you can already see him playing pong against two pledges, and winning while doing so. You take a moment to appreciate his looks, wearing a gold chain and a tight fitting white t-shirt, heâs the epitome of sexy. You slide open the doors and make your way up to him sneaking your arms around his waist from behind. He jerks around in surprise until heâs met with your eyes. He puts his arm around your waist and sneaks down for a kiss. âHey babyâ he says with a smile. He lets go for a minute to give his attention to the beer pong in front of him but as soon as he lands it, he turns back to you. âDid you just get here?â
âYeah I did, came straight to you.â You smile up at him,
âOkay I have one more cup to sink and then Iâm all yours.â You let go and step back to let him focus on doing his thing. The crowd around goes silent while he takes aim, he shoots and lands his ball in the cup with a little splash. As the crowd erupts around him he turns around to pick you up and spin you around in victory. You giggle in return and wrap your arms around his neck. When he sets you on the ground he gives you a quick peck on the lips and ushers you both off to a quieter place of the house.
You end up in the kitchen where he puts you up on the counter and starts to prepare you a drink. He turns back around and hands you a red solo cup with some sort of red liquid in it. You give him a look of distrust, â what is this?â âJust try it baby youâll like it I promise,â you look down at it hesitantly and take a small sip. To your surprise it tastes rather good, like strawberry or something. You look up at him and give him a soft smile.
âOkay that is actually kind of good.â He smirks in response, ânow why would I make you a drink thatâs anything but.â You giggle and take another sip of your drink while Rafe gets a refill of his beer. âSo how was my beautiful girl's day?â He asks while leaning on the island that is opposite of you. âIt was good, just long, glad to have a night to relax, what about you?â He lets out a chuckle and takes a sip of his beer contemplating his day's events. âUh I skipped class, bought some kegs, threatened some pledges, you know, just a typical Rafe day.â You chuckle to yourself and look at him to see he's smiling like a fool and staring at you.
âWhat, why are you looking at me like that?â
He steps closer to you and wraps his arms around your torso.
âBecause I just love you, that's all.â
You sigh in his embrace, and after a moment you slightly push him back so youâre looking in his eyes. âI thought you were supposed to be big bad frat president Rafe Cameron, if people hear you talking like a love sick dope your reputation might be ruinedâ you joke at him. He hums in response and looks around the room.
âWell luckily no one is here to find out my secret. Now come on, it's a party, letâs go party!â
He picks you up from the counter and sets you on the floor, giving your ass a little slap as you walk in front of him. You look back shaking your head with joking disappointment and make your way out to the crowd.
You spot some of your friends and lean back to tell Rafe youâre gonna go say hi. You walk towards them and after catching up you guys make your way onto the dance floor. You guys dance for a while throwing back more drinks and eventually you notice a few guys come and start dancing with them. Your friends seem to be fine with it so you look around hoping youâd find rafe to come join you so youâre not dancing by yourself. Instead of finding rafe some random guy walks up in front of you blocking your view.
âHey sweetie looking for a dance partner?â
You back up from him allowing for some more space and continue to look around the room. âUm no thank you I already have one.â He cuts the distance again and leans down to talk into your ear âis he a ghost or something because I donât see him hereâ he says with a laugh. You take another step back bumping into the person behind you and push him further away. âI think Iâm just gonna go get some water and fresh air.â You turn to leave this weird situation when he instead grips your wrist and pulls you back in.
You frantically look around for rafe hoping to be saved from this moment, but the creepy guy continues to talk low in your ear. âIâm just trying to be nice. I don't get why youâre being such a bitch, itâll be fun. Come on darling.â You try to find your friends in the crowd only to realize theyâve all disappeared. You realize youâre completely alone in the situation.
âPlease just leave me aloneâ you say as you try to pry your wrist out of his grasp but instead he takes your hips and tries to force you to start dancing. Right when your fight or flight response is about to kick in you feel his hands being violently ripped away from your body.
You look over to see Rafe towering over them holding the guy by the collar of his shirt.
âHey I donât know if you have hearing problems or you just have a low fucking IQ, but Iâm pretty sure the girl said to leave her alone.â
Everyone around goes quiet to watch the scene unfolding in front of them. The guy starts sputtering in response unsure of what to say, but Rafe doesnât let him get a word in. Instead he turns the man around to face you and puts him in a headlock so he canât go anywhere. âIâm going to need you to apologize to her before I take away your ability to breathe, got it?â
The guy shakes his head violently understanding the repercussions if he doesnât listen. âIâm sssssorryâ the man stutters. Rafe clearly not pleased with that pushes further, âyouâre sorry for what?â He tightens his arm around the guy's throat waiting for the man to respond. âIâm sssorry for fffforcing myself on you,â Rafe looks down at the man in his grasp, still not fully satisfied with the apology. He then looks at you realizing how uncomfortable you are. Rafe decides itâs best to end this now so he can comfort you, even though heâd prefer to beat this guy unconscious, youâre the priority right now. He lets the guy go and looks at Topper giving him a nod towards the door. Topper then takes the guy by the shoulders to lead him out to the front door, and makes sure he gets his name to add him to the ban list.
Rafe then walked up to you wrapping his arms around your shoulders pulling you into him. âAre you okay?â You silently nod into his chest not wanting to break apart. Seeing that everyone is still staring he covers your ears before he yells as not to hurt your head.
âTHIS IS A PARTY SO STOP STARING AND GET BACK TO ITâ,
he lets go of you and grabs your hand leading you to the stairs at the front of the house. He then leans down to whisper in your ear, âwhy donât you go up to my room, change into something comfy and Iâll meet you up there in like 5 mins.â You nod your head in compliance, no longer in the mood to party, and make your way to the third floor where his room is.
You approach his keypad locked door that he put in place due to the always too many roaming strangers in a frat house. You enter the code, your birthday, and make your way into his room. You make sure to close the door behind you and immediately head to his dresser. You rummage through his shirts until you find one you like and you start to strip off your party outfit. You slide the large shirt over your head leaving you in just his shirt fitting you like a dress. You go into his adjoined bathroom and start to wash off your makeup needing to wash off the night's events. Once your face is nice and clean, you take your place in the middle of Rafes bed and scroll on your phone waiting for him to come back.
After a few minutes you hear the door click open and see Rafe walk in. In his arms is an abundance of snacks and some water bottles. He places it all down on the bed in front of you and then looks at you in your curled up position. âI thought we would just have our own little movie night here instead. The party was boring anyways.â You smile up at him opening your arms, waiting for him to come into your embrace. He lays on top of you for a few minutes, the two of you just enjoying each other's company. Then he eventually stands up to grabs his tv remote off of his nightstand and passes it to you.
âSince your night was traumatized itâs only fair that itâs your movie pick.â You gladly accept the remote with a giggle. You hear him sigh from beside you and say, âI am really sorry I let that happen, Iâm not letting you leave my side for now on, I should have been there.â You look over at him to see how beaten up he looks. You put your hand on his check and lightly caress his face to comfort him. âThis was not your fault, and Iâm not going to make you my bodyguard, we each should be allowed to do our own things and see our own friends. Iâll just be more careful on the dance floor.â You grin at him hoping to lighten the mood.
He removes your hand thatâs resting on his face and gives a kiss to your palm. âYouâre right, but I meant what I said about someone needing to watch you.â You roll your eyes knowing he is not going to let this go.
âNew pledge duty, y/n bodyguard. Iâm not letting you out of the pledge's sight for now on, and if they let something happen to you, no frat for them.â He crosses his arms looking proud of his new idea. You scoff in amusement . â You canât just assign a random freshman to follow me around everywhere, I can protect myself.â You stare him down hoping heâll loosen his resolve and give up this crazy idea. He pretends to think about it for a minute before speaking up,
âyeah as much as I believe you, tonight didnât prove that. Plus itâs too late Iâve already decided, you need a bodyguard. Canât have anything happen to the Tri Delt First Lady now can we.â He slyly moves his arm around you pulling you in as you two snuggle up and prepare yourself for your impromptu movie night. â I will stop complaining as long as we can watch pitch perfectâ you bat your eyelashes up at him hoping itâll help sway his mind. He looks at you with annoyance, but ultimately gives in.
âFine, but y/n pledge duty starts tomorrow.â You chuckle at him and grab onto his bicep to get comfortable as you press play. âI love you Rafeâ you mumble into his arm. You feel him give a kiss to the top of your head and hear him whisper
âI love you too baby.â
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*should I do a part two where she has to deal with a pledge being her bodyguard?! Let me know đ
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Jealousy
Rafe Cameron x Reader (established relationship)
Summary: Reader meets Sofia and isnât pleased.
*this is my first time writing so donât be meanđ
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You slam your car door behind you and set fourth to meet Rafe and his boyfriends at the country club bar. Tired from coming straight from working the opening shift at the local coffee shop, youâre hoping you can convince Rafe to go back to tannyhill and just spend a relaxing day with you. Being the nice girlfriend you are however, meant agreeing to meet at the club when he texted you during your shift. Your outfit wasnât terrible so you skipped stopping at home and here you are. You make your way inside and see the boys all standing around a table on the deck and decide you need a drink before you can handle that much toxic testosterone. You make your way to the bar to and grab the bartender's attention. âCan I get a glass of rose pleaseâ she timidly nods and hands me the glass once sheâs done pouring. âAnd what tab name should I put that under?â
Looking her up and down you realized she was probably new, no one had to ask who your tab was under. They knew you were Rafes. You politely smiled back âRafe, Rafe Cameron,â she looked at you with confusion and protested âum I unfortunately cannot put your drinks under someone elseâs tab if theyâre not here with you, but If you give me your name I can add it to your club account!â The look you gave her was one of pure disdain. You were simply not in the mood for this today. âI donât have a member account Iâm a guest, a guest of Rafe Cameron, who if you use your eyes you can see is literally right there, on the deck. Right behind us.â You blinked at her waiting for her to get on with it and hopefully let you leave this irking conversation, but no, she continues
âSee I understand but since he didnât accompany you here I have now way of know-â you turned around and walked away cutting her off mid sentence. You marched towards Rafe who had his back to you, you gripped his wrist promptly ending his conversation with kelce and topper and dragged him to the bar. He looked down at you confused considering he didnât even know you were there. Once you reach the bar you put on your best fake smile until the girl speaks up while fluttering her eyelashes âoh hi Rafe!â So thatâs what this is about. Miss bartender bitch is also a pick me bitch. Got it. You bite your lip while giving this girl a look that could kill and put your hand over Rafeâs chest possessively âsweetie, this lovely new girl⌠what was your name?â
âSofiaâ she answered with a scared look.
âYes, Sofia, thinks Iâm some wandering alcoholic from the street who roams in unaccompanied and tries to add my drinks to strangers tabs, so please for the love of god tell her Iâm with you so we can end this wonderful conversation and I can get on with enjoying the rest of my day.â You blink up at him waiting for his response, while he looks at the girl looking like a deer in headlights. You clear your throat and he snaps out of his daze and gives you an evil look. âYeah actually I have no clue who this girl is, Iâve never see-
You smack his chest simply not having his childish behavior. He sighs and rolls his eyes down at you âYes yes I unfortunately know this woman.â You smack his chest again âunfortunately?!â
âNo sorry, I mean that I get the great pleasure of dating this terrifying womanâ he blinks down at you with a stupid smirk, you turn your attention back to Sofia, âare we good now? Is this over?â She gulps and nods her head frantically. âGreat, bye Sophieâ you grab your drink and while youâre walking away you hear her mutter âitâs Sofiaâ . You roll your eyes and look up at Rafe who pulls you aside before you reach the table with the boys at it. âSomeoneâs feisty todayâ he settles his hands on your hips and looks down at you lovingly. âIt was just a shitty day and I canât put up with people's stupidity anymore.â You take a sip from your glass and rest your free hand on his chest. âI donât know why you donât just quit, I told you I can take care of youâ you think it over for a second while swirling your wine around. âYeah but Iâm not a gold digger, I donât have it in me, I would get too bored being a stay at home girlfriendâ letâs not forget the fear of him leaving you and you being stuck with nothing! He chuckles at you and gives you a peck to your forehead while moving his hand to the small of your back and ushering you to the table.
âAyo y/nâ topper loudly shouts as you approach.
âWhatâs up girl?â Kelce asks. Before you get a chance to answer, Rafe steps in for you. âShe almost just bit the head off of Sofia the new girlâ he laughs along with the boys as you grow annoyed again. âBro why?â Asks topper. âShe kept saying I couldnât put my drinks on Rafes tab and she also kept batting those slutty eyelashes at him.â You scoff replaying the scene in your head. âAhh so you're jealous.â Kelce says. You blink at him hoping that heâll drop dead at any moment. âI will slit your throat Kelce.â Youâre really not having this today. The boys all erupt in laughter while Rafe pulls you into his side. You down the rest of your wine and look up at him. âCan we just go back to Tanny? I'm not in a good mood and I was hoping for it just to be us today.â You slightly whisper so that the other two boys wouldnât hear. Rafe looks at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes seeing as heâs the reason youâre here in the first place. âYeah, Iâm sorry baby letâs go.â He says his goodbye to the boys and you make your way off the deck holding hands while your other hand rests on his bicep. While youâre passing the bar you make sure to catch Sofias eye âBye Zoeyâ you say in a sing-song voice. Rafe gives you another smirk while leading you to your car. âYouâre kinda a bitch you know that?â He says with nothing but love in his eyes. He hops in your driver's seat since youâre a passenger princess at heart. You click your seatbelt in place and look over at him while he starts up the car. âYeah I know, but you love meâ youâre smiling over at him watching how handsome he looks when heâs putting his arm behind your seat, while looking back to reverse. âYeah, I really do don't Iâ he says with a boyish grin. He places his free hand on your thigh and you head off to enjoy the rest of the day in peace with your favorite Cameron boy.
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A Rich Man
| "The only way people should know a man has money is when they see his wife." |
Coriolanus sits in an expensive room on an expensive chair while wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch.
Coriolanus Snow is a rich man.
Anyone could see that just by looking at him. He exudes power and wealth from his hair to his shoes, he is the poster child of success in the Capitol. Born into money and made even more of it, carrying his family name like a badge of honor.
But should anyone glance at his wife, then they'd truly be able to grasp how much money he really makes.
He remembers clear as day when he and his friends were discussing how you knew when someone was rich. He argued you could tell when a man had a lot of money based off his the jewwles he adorned himself with. A fancy watch, large rings, golden cufflinks.
It was in the details.
Festus Creed had argued that it was how a man dressed. Expensive suits, nice coats, fancy leather shoes.
Felix Ravenstill insisted that it was where a man lived. If he lived on the Corso, he was well off. If he lived in the President's Mansion, well, he was the richest man ever.
Their Professor who was listening to their adolescent conversation had chuckled at their ideas of what wealth looked like. Then he imparted a small pearl of wisdom that stuck with Coriolanus ever since.
"The only way people should know a man has money is when they see his wife."
His friends had laughed it off but Coriolanus held onto those words ever since. Because he was right. Women were always the center of attention, no one looked at a man's watch when they could stare at a woman's diamond necklace.
Who cared about a man's height when a woman was wearing the nicest high heels in the room?
From that day forward, Coriolanus swore to himself that his future wife would have everything she wanted. The clothes, the jewelry, the handbags, anything she wanted he'd gladly give her. As long as she gave him what he wanted of course. He wanted respect, loyalty, and obedience. He wanted a wife who was perfect for him, who looked perfect with him by his side when they went out in public.
Which was why he married a girl like Soarynn Nightingale.
She was two years younger than him but quite mature for her age. He had first laid eyes on her at a charity auction being thrown by a museum. She had been attending with her father and while most of the girls her age looked bored out of their minds, she was paying attention.
A specific piece of artwork came up for sale, something that caught her eye. Coriolanus of course, bid on it and won after spending a whopping amount of money for it. Later that night Soarynn and her father came up to congratulate him on his big win.
Soarynn had been rather reserved during the interaction, her father doing most of the talking but from what Coriolanus gathered, she was a sweet, quiet girl who would make the perfect wife for him. He offered to gift the painting to her in exchange for a single date, a fair trade in his opinion. Soarynn had reluctantly agreed and the rest was history.
He watches her from across the room, watches how she talks, how she moves, how she softly laughs while her blonde hair falls down her back like a golden waterfall, gleaming in the light. She's beautiful.
She's wearing a beautifully crafted dress, made just for her since she deserves only the nicest things in life. It's a soft pink dress that shows off her collarbones and dips in the back, showing off a tasteful amount of skin. It stops right above her knees, accentuating her smooth legs and showing her black high heels that perfectly match her handbag, designer of course.
Her jewelry is simple despite the fact that it costs a small fortune and could feed an entire District family for years. Her ears are adorned with beautiful gold earrings with real pearls. Her wrists have two gold bracelets each, inlaid with diamonds as they dangle in the air. And her ring, well, her wedding ring is truly the showstopper.
Coriooalnus still remembers the gasps that filled the room at their wedding when he put it on her finger. The rock he bought for her was the most expensive diamond that's ever been sold and it's on his wife's finger.
Soarynn looks classy to put things plainly. Not flashy like the other women at this party, and not like she's trying to fit in like some other women he's seen today. She's complimented for her beauty once again, just another reason Coriolanus married her.
Soarynn has been blessed with perfect skin, not a blemish in sight, not even during that time of the month. Her skin is tan and it makes her blonde hair look even brighter, which draws people to her eyes which are arguably the most startling part of her complexion.
It had taken Coriolanus several dates to realize that they weren't just blue, no, they were blue and gray, a perfect storm for the perfect girl.
She was also gifted with a rosy set of lips and an upturned nose with freckles dotted all over her face, giving her a youthful look despite her being twenty-three years old.
He likes watching her, observing her in social settings to see if anything needs correcting. Once he knew he was going to marry her, he knew he'd need to be strict, not harsh but firm, she wasn't about to walk all over him. Not that she would even think about it, Glen Nightingale raised a quiet, polite daughter who never questioned Coriolanus on his decisions.
If he thought it was for the best, then it was for the best.
She'd once whispered to him that he was the smartest person she knew, how adorable. He was very smart and very ambitious which was once again, why they were the perfect pair.
He was aggressive when needed whereas she was gentle.
He was assertive and she was polite.
He was dominant and she was submissive.
Never posing a threat to the women around her and never giving any man the wrong idea. He didn't want to know the type of man he'd become if he ever witnessed his wife flirting with another man. Right now her back is turned to the nearest man while she talks to her friends, probably about something that doesn't truly matter but he always pretends to listen and sound interested when she tells him about it.
She looks over at him for a split second and he holds his hand out, it's been far too long since he's held her, touched her, been near her. They've been at this party for hours and they eventually went their separate ways to speak to their assigned genders. While Coriolanus discussed politics, money, and business. Soarynn discussed fashion, gossip, and anything that had to do with their social circles.
She immediately excuses herself from the conversation and makes her way over to him, another thing he appreciates about her, she never keeps him waiting. Her hand slides into his and his fingers wrap around her wrist, gently pulling her down until she's seated in his lap. Coriolanus isn't one for obnoxious public displays of affection but people have enough alcohol in them to where this is socially acceptable so long as his hands don't wander anywhere they're not supposed to.
"I was thinking we might leave soon," he says, resting his other hand on the small of her back. He's not really asking and she knows that because she nods, "Whatever you think is best," she softly replies. She's always known what to say. Coriolanus nods, it's best to leave before they get caught up in the crowd, he'd never be the first but he'll never be the last either.
Coriolanus leans in and gives her cheek a gentle kiss, just so she knows he's been thinking of her while they've been apart.
"Are you having fun?" He asks her, lacing his fingers with hers, not really caring about her answer but he listens all the same. "Mhm, Clemmie mentioned something about taking a trip," she tells him, her voice laced with hesitance, "but I think it's in the Districts and I know you don't like the Districts."
Coriolanus looks over at Soarynn's good friend Clemensia Dovecote, a woman who still hasn't settled down and it's painfully obvious to him in the way she behaves. Always sharing her loud opinions, always wanting to run off on some adventure, always pressuring Soarynn to do certain things even though his wife always sweetly declines.
She's been a constant thorn in his side since he started courting Soarynn.
"I do not," he confirms, "and we're going to be quite busy in the next few weeks," he reminds her, "I can't afford to miss anything."
The Hunger Games are a month away and they're always the perfect excuse for people to mingle and talk business. It's an imperative week for Coriolanus when it comes to business and he refuses to spend it in the Districts. "Alright," she replies, "I'll tell her we're busy."
Coriolanus grunts and flags down Festus who seems to be doing a whole lot of nothing, "Both Snows in the same place? Must be my lucky day," Festus playfully remarks, "what do you need Coriolanus?"
"A drink," he plainly states, "then we're leaving." Festus sighs, shaking his head, "Leaving so soon? We've only been here for six hours."
The party they're attending isn't just any party, no, it's a party celebrating the first baby of their entire circle. The Heavensbees welcomed a beautiful baby boy two weeks ago and finally felt it was time for him to be introduced to society.
Coriolanus would be lying if he said that he didn't wish that he was the first of their group to have a child. He's been trying tremendously hard to get Soarynn pregnant, granted it's only been eleven months but still, he's desperate for an heir.
"Get me a bourbon," Coriolanus says, ignoring his friend's joke. Festus disappears and Soarynn turns back to him, "Did you see the baby?" Coriolanus honestly hadn't cared to see the child, not when he had already seen the photographs in the newspaper. But women love babies, always fawning and cooing over them.
"I didn't," he tells her, ignoring the way her eyebrows crease, "but I'll make sure to take a look before we leave," he adds, not wanting to cause a fight. He knows how much Soarynn loves babies, how good she is with children. Which is a good thing since she'll be raising their children. Coriolanus is a rich man but he's also a traditional one and the man of the house shouldn't be chasing around children.
"He's so sweet," she sighs, looking over at Domitia Heavensbee who's surrounded by other adoring women, "and so little."
Festus comes back with a glass of amber liquid and Coriolanus lets go of Soarynn's hand to take it, "You're a good man," he tells Festus, bringing the glass to his lips. "Tell that to my wife," Festus grumbles, "she's all upset because we won't be going to the races next Sunday."
Coriolanus can tell from her body language that Soarynn is interested in why the Creeds won't be attending the horse races with the rest of them, but because she's polite and good, she doesn't ask why.
"Why not?" Coriolanus inquires for both of them. The horse races are always another good excuse to get together and discuss business with a side of betting and entertainment. The Snows have a private box, of course, fully staffed with air conditioning. Soarynn enjoys the races because she enjoys the horses which is good enough for him, better than her complaining about it.
"We're having lunch with my parents," Festus explains, "and if Persephone wants to be able to afford nice things, then she'll come with me."
Coriolanus is glad that he doesn't depend on his parents the way other men do. He comes from old money, yes, but he's made a life for himself, a name for himself. He and Soarynn have dinner with his parents once a month and usually see them in between at social events, the same goes for her own father.
You can't be rich if you're scared of upsetting your banker.
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Half an hour later and they're finally leaving the party.
Coriolanus briefly glanced at the child and congratulated the parents before thanking them for a lovely party. Soarynn held the baby boy one last time and it was a picture he could get used to. He just has to get her pregnant first.
They stroll down the street, hand in hand while he thinks about what he could be doing wrong. But maybe it's her.
He looks down at Soarynn who's oblivious to his internal dilemma, looking into shop windows while going wherever he takes them. Perhaps she's infertile, it's not like they're having sex for a lack of trying. And he always finishes inside of her to ensure the greatest chances of having a child.
Coriolanus sighs, he might have to schedule her an appointment with their family doctor if this issue persists. He can't be left behind by his friends without a family to call his own. He's so caught up in his own issues that he doesn't even notice Soarynn coming to a stop until his hand slips out of hers.
He turns and finds her stopped in front of a store window, hypnotized by whatever's inside. He takes a closer look and quickly sees what's gotten her attention.
Kittens.
A pen full of kittens running around, playing with one another.
Soarynn takes another step towards the window and rests a hand on the glass, smiling down at the little animals. Coriolanus joins her by the window and watches as the kittens jump on each other, rolling around and playing. "They're so cute," she says, laughing when a kitten rolls on its back. Coriolanus has never been too fond of pets, he never had any growing up but knew plenty of people that did.
They were all dogs though and they were all tremendously loud. His father was always put off by the idea of dogs in the house, claiming they'd soil the furniture and bite any guests who came over so that was the end of that.
But cats must be different.
At least that's what he tells himself when he sees how enamored Soarynn is by the tiny felines. "Which one is your favorite?" He asks, finding himself caring about her answer for once. Usually, Coriolanus buys Soarynn things without asking. He knows her well enough to know her preferred taste when it comes to clothes and shoes.
She likes pink and blue, nothing gray and she despises the color orange. She doesn't like scratchy fabrics and isn't a fan of stripes. For shoes, she doesn't mind a heel but does not like flats.
Kittens are very different.
Soarynn scans all the kittens until she points at a fluffy white one, the only white one in the pen. "That one," she tells him, "her pink nose is so cute."
Coriolanus hums, storing that information away for another day before taking her hand, "Let's go, darling, I need to get some work done before dinner." Soarynn lets him pull her away from the window, not asking to stay longer or whining, another thing he likes about her.
He's not only rich financially, but in his perfect marriage as well.
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After dinner has been eaten and Coriolanus has finished his work, he searches his penthouse for his wife.
Soarynn often disappears after dinner, hiding away in some corner to read the books she can't get enough of. He doesn't mind it though, it's good that she has things to keep her busy. As long as she remains doting and obedient, he has no problem with her love for reading.
He finds her in the library, curled up on the sofa deep into another book, a long one from the looks of it but she's more than halfway done. He knocks on the door frame and she looks up from her reading, "Hi," she says softly.
Coriolanus steps into the library and taps his watch, "Time to get ready for bed," he tells her. Soarynn nods and sits up on the sofa, slipping a ribbon in between the pages and shutting the book. He truly can't imagine marrying a woman who doesn't instantly comply with his wishes.
If he wants to go to bed, Soarynn will come to bed.
If he wants to go to dinner, Soarynn will go to dinner.
If he wants to leave the party, Soarynn will be right behind him.
She's so good for him, if only she could grant him a baby.
Coriolanus walks back out into the hallway and decides they'll have sex tonight, he'll make sure to be deep and thorough when fucking hr, and once he finishes, he'll have her lie there for a while to ensure nothing is wasted.
Soarynn follows behind him and once they reach their bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed, taking off his cufflinks like he always does, "Why don't you go put on something pretty?" He suggests, eyeing her bare legs. Soarynn changed into one of her many nightgowns after dinner but he prefers to fuck her when she's wearing lingerie.
It pleases Coriolanus to see her dressed so provocatively for only him to see. He loves buying her lingerie, spending his well-earned money on panties he's going to rip off of her later.
Soarynn swallows, immediately understanding what he's hinting at, "Okay," she whispers.
While she's busy in the closet, he's busy taking off his tie and his shoes, neatly putting them at the foot of the bed. Coriolanus likes things to be done in a precise, certain way and Soarynn is more than willing to do things exactly how he wants them to be done.
From keeping the penthouse clean to how she acts in public, she's once again, perfect.
She comes back out wearing the black set he just bought her. She's never looked too comfortable in the lingerie he buys for her but she's also never complained about it either.
This set leaves little to the imagination and makes her look fantastic.
"Tonight we're going to do things differently," he tells her, standing up, "I need to get you pregnant." Not even Soarynn can hide her look of surprise when she ehars him say that. He's not normally this blunt but he has to be if this is going to work. "You've pleased me in every aspect of this marriage," he continues, beginning to unbutton his shirt, "except for giving me a child."
Soarynn stands there silently, accepting his berating words without complaint, "We need a child," he tells her, "a son more specifically and I cannot rest until we produce one."
He looks up to make sure Soarynn is following along with what he's saying and her eyes are wide and her hands are fidgeting, "Okay," is all she whispers.
Coriolanus grunts, it's good that she sees where the fault lies. The fault lies within her side of their marriage and she needs to fix it. "It shouldn't take too long," he says, more to himself than to her, "not if we time it right." A woman's body goes through so many phases in a month, Coriolanus really only cares about two.
When Soarynn gets her period, and when Soarynn begins to ovulate.
Both are very important for different reasons. If they time it just right, they'll have the best odds, the best chances at getting pregnant as soon as possible.
Coriolanus might be rich when it comes to money, but he's dirt poor when it comes to family.
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The next morning Coriolanus wakes up before Soarynn which is nothing new. He usually wakes up early so he can shower before work and take his time getting ready but he simply watches her sleep for a moment.
She looks much younger when she's asleep, her lips slightly parted with her hair falling in her face. She's beautiful, no one can deny that.
He gently brushes her hair out of her face, she'll have a busy day today, attending an event on behalf of both of them since he won't be able to make it. He brings his hand down to her stomach, sliding it under her nightgown to feel her flat abdomen. He imagines what it would look like swollen with his child, his heir.
He pulls himself from his thoughts for the future and slips out of bed, he can't run late because he can't get a hold of his imagination. While in the shower he begins to think about what testing she could be subjected to just to make sure that they're doing everything they need to.
His Professor was right, you can easily tell how rich a man is based on looking at his wife and once he gets Soarynn pregnant with his son, people will know that Coriolanus Snow is the richest man in Panem.
Just how he likes it.
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At the movies reading Rafe Cameron fics while waiting for wicked to start #slay
#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron imagines#rafe obx#rafe#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#wicked
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I have tried every search combo and every keyword I can remember, I have tried google, I have tried scrolling through tags for longer than I care to admit. Iâm starting to think this was a fever dream and I made it all up. Please for the love of god someone figure this out.
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Okay this is a long shot but - Iâm looking for a Rafe fanfic where like the reader has to move in with the Cameronâs after a storm and she starts to like the kook life. I havenât read it but I scrolled by it a while ago and it canât find it đđ I will know it when I read the summary please lmk if u know what Iâm talking about. Itâs been consuming my brain đ¤
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Okay this is a long shot but - Iâm looking for a Rafe fanfic where like the reader has to move in with the Cameronâs after a storm and she starts to like the kook life. I havenât read it but I scrolled by it a while ago and it canât find it đđ I will know it when I read the summary please lmk if u know what Iâm talking about. Itâs been consuming my brain đ¤
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On a scale of 1-10 how hypocritical of me is it to speak out against trumps beliefs and policyâs and then turn around and type âCoriolanus snow smutâ into the tumblr search bar? đ
#coriolanus snow x reader#billy the kid x reader#coriolanus fanfiction#tom blyth x reader#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow fluff#coriolanus snow smut#smut#coryo snow#tom blyth#hunger kink#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#bosbas
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Update - it was a 3/10

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Me when people arenât writing fast enough to suite my needs đđ
Should I drop the fic?!
#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow fluff#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth#chatgpt
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