#coriolanus snow prompt

[5sospenguinqueen]

Highbottom: Can someone give me an example of a mistake?

(Corio raises his hand)

Highbottom: That's a very good example.

[nemesyaaa]

ughhhhhh this is such an insane idea. i would kill to be snow's tribute but this man will also kill me. at least, we match each other's freak. this was so gooood, i need more of this 😫😫‼️ mentor!coryo driving me crazy

“hey, look at me. it’ll be alright, i promise. i’ll do everything i possibly can to make sure you’ll survive.” but snow was selfish. — im unwelll

he didn’t really care about your survival— he cared about what your survival meant to him. his mind was working overtime, scrambling for ways to calm you down. — this is so real

“do not make a noise. i’m here to help, okay? we need you to calm down if you want to win tomorrow.” you nodded, having no other choice but to let your mentor take control. after all, he knew what was best for you. oh, how lucky snow was to have such a naive girl as his tribute. — « to have such a naive girl as his tribute » 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🤤 the things i would let him do to me....

“promise me you’ll do your best tomorrow.” he demanded, blue eyes fixed on your expression, feeling satisfaction as he watched you relax more and more. — i love the fact he's asking but girl we all know that you better do your best tomorrow lmfaooooo

unlike you, snow didn’t feel that same sense of depravity. as always, he found ways to justify his actions, to make him sleep better at night. he was simply taking care of his tribute. isn’t that what he was supposed to do? — this !!!!

“i need you to say it.” he urged once more, his eyes narrowing as his fingers came to a halt and pulled out. you whined at the sudden loss of contact, your nearing orgasm slowly ebbing away as your eyes shot wide open. snow’s expression grew more stern this time, his usual charming and caring facade slipping for a split second. — his charming face 💭💭💭 the fact, this is a smut but also wellwritten so its kinda intimate, im dying

hi pretty girl idk if zoya already sent this in but in case she didn’t, here’s a little coryo request 😇

coryo fingers reader through the bars while she’s locked in the cage and all the other tributes are sleeping… super sweet cute innocent request!!!

thank u angel 💋🫂

coryo fingering you through the bars of the zoo cage while the other tributes are sleeping…

“one more day until the games. are you ready?” snow, your mentor, didn’t know why he was even asking— clearly, you weren’t ready. you couldn’t even meet his gaze through the metal bars in the zoo, trembling as you fidgeted with your fingers. to snow, this was a disaster. he could feel his ticket to that plinth prize slowly slipping through his fingers— he had to do something.

“hey, look at me. it’ll be alright, i promise. i’ll do everything i possibly can to make sure you’ll survive.” but snow was selfish. he didn’t really care about your survival— he cared about what your survival meant to him. his mind was working overtime, scrambling for ways to calm you down.

“come closer.” he then ordered, seeing only one possible way to make you relax. it was tricky, but it had to be done. snow wasn’t going to let you ruin his life any further. you hesitantly approached him, settling onto your knees as close to the bars as possible, gazing up at him with a puzzled expression.

seeing the shimmering in your eyes, snow momentarily saw you as a human rather than a project— as someone just like him. but he quickly shook the ridiculous thoughts from his head. he wasn’t like you, and he never would be.

“do not make a noise. i’m here to help, okay? we need you to calm down if you want to win tomorrow.” you nodded, having no other choice but to let your mentor take control. after all, he knew what was best for you. oh, how lucky snow was to have such a naive girl as his tribute.

his hand carefully moved towards you through the bars, his eyes sharply glancing at the sleeping tributes, making sure they wouldn’t suspect a thing. you gasped when his fingers unexpectedly touched you between your legs, causing you to furrow your brows. snow reassuringly nodded at you, non-verbally letting you know that it was okay.

his fingers gently rubbed your cunt over your underwear, movements slow and careful, as if afraid to scare you away. when he noticed you gradually melting under his touch, he slid your panties to the side, his signature smirk growing when he felt just how wet you already were.

with a focused expression on his face, his digits carefully slipped into your dripping entrance, stretching you out. your first instinct was to close your legs at the foreign intrusion by your mentor, out of all people. it felt wrong, your heart pounding in your chest as you worried about the other tributes hearing you. but when his fingers quickly found your sweet spot, your legs widened, craving for more.

“promise me you’ll do your best tomorrow.” he demanded, blue eyes fixed on your expression, feeling satisfaction as he watched you relax more and more. unlike you, snow didn’t feel that same sense of depravity. as always, he found ways to justify his actions, to make him sleep better at night. he was simply taking care of his tribute. isn’t that what he was supposed to do?

“i need you to say it.” he urged once more, his eyes narrowing as his fingers came to a halt and pulled out. you whined at the sudden loss of contact, your nearing orgasm slowly ebbing away as your eyes shot wide open. snow’s expression grew more stern this time, his usual charming and caring facade slipping for a split second.

“i will— i will do whatever it takes to survive! i promise i’ll do anything you tell me to!” you whispered desperately, eyes pleading for him to continue, hips helplessly wiggling. a satisfied, sly smile danced on his lips hearing the exact words he wanted you to say. he had you under his control now— you were his.

for my loves @riddleshire and @leona-hawthorne <3

[rookthebird]

love a fictional character who will scowl and tell people “I’m not sick” “I’m not hungry” “I didn’t get injured”

meanwhile he has an extremely high fever, he ate some soup last week, and the blood is soaking through his jacket

[ladythornofrivia]

THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL, THE LOSER HAS TO FALL || PART 2

Coriolanus Snow x Volunteered Tribute! Reader

summary: reader takes lucy gray’s place for the Hunger Games, and Coriolanus underestimated the reader.

warning: death, stalking, manipulation, violence, mdni, blood, bloodlust, reader’s a skilled tribute, secrets.

a/n: here’s part two of coriolanus x reader! Woo!

In the Capitol Zoo, it was another territory uncovered for you, and certainly for Coriolanus. Coriolanus was frightened, ready to recoil and hunched in shame as the cameras were onto the zoo.

Children and adults from the Capitol are seeing live as the cameramen panned onto the tributes, as the host, Lucky Flickerman made a coin trick by throwing it up the high air. Lucky introduced himself as the amateur magician and a weather host, cracking a humorous joke here and there, as he announced the Capital Zoo for all the Capitol citizens to see, except the fact that Coriolanus Snow, a prestigious student from the Academy was in the monkey cage with you.

“Excuse me, yes you, in the red. Who are you and why are you in here? We’re live!” Lucky gestured the mic in his hand, pointed at Coriolanus.

Fuck, you thought. This can’t be good.

Coriolanus panicked, you could tell.

“Coriolanus, we’ve gotta go up there and explained it to them. You have to own it. There’s no point in hiding anything,” you said to him lowly.

Coriolanus gulped. “Miss (Y/N), may I introduce you to my neighbors?”

“Sure. Lead the way,” you encouraged him.

He tore the rose stem and placed the white rose on your ear. You smiled at him, as he offered his hand, hoping for you to take it. But instead you held onto his arm and wrapped it around while your hand entangled with his.

“Looks like she’s getting cozy with a young man,” Lucky commented. “Not something you see everyday.”

As they approached, Lucky was wearing an enthusiastic smile and an encouraging voice. “Yes, yes, yes! Who are you?”

“Hi. My name is Coriolanus Snow, and this is my tribute, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Nice to meet you all,” you greeted.

As you spoke with the kids, Lucky Flickerman adjusted his mic and his cameraman to frame onto you, as soon as you caught an eye, you smiled rather awkwardly but quickly recovered.

“Hello, there,” you said, with a short giggle.

“Hello. I’m Lucretius Lucky Flickerman, and would you tell us who you are again, miss?”

You nodded. “Absolutely, sir.” Then you bowed before the crowd and smiled widely as you said, “Hello, everyone. My name is (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all.” The red flow in your dress was smooth, and unreal under the cool breeze, facing the camera.

Lucky Flickerman was in slight impressive. “We rarely see a tribute who has mannerisms.”

“It’s an important quality to have,” you explained.

“We all know that you took your friend’s place, Lucy Gray Baird’s place. We never had someone to volunteer as a tribute. What was going through your mind?”

Your shoulders bopped. “I wanted to jump the opportunity to save her, before I went up on the stage. I could save my other friends if they were being called on a paper.”

Lucky Flickerman nodded. “Understandable. Since your bravery and your valiant ways has struck a chord to the nation.”

“I just do what I can.”

“It seems to be like hers, your dress was outstanding and is remarkable to easily spot you in the crowd.”

“Thank you. I just like wearing red,” you said.

Then…

“I like your hair, it’s neat,” you said to Lucky Flickerman, gesturing your hair in a slick back motion.

Lucky Flickerman was struck by your comment that he cleared his throat. “I like to keep appearances clean. Not everyday I get a compliment from a tribute.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. I just prefer to look decent in everyday basis. It’s nice to look good.” Then you looked at Coriolanus, who was keeping his unblinking eyes on you. “Just like Coriolanus, he has really nice blue eyes, it also complimented his blond hair. It’s a good aesthetic to be born with,” you added with a smile.

Another shock electrified. The cameraman caught it all. Coriolanus Snow never had a compliment, let alone a sincere compliment. It has been so long since in poverty, up until now, he detected fake smiles and fake words. Even if your words are genuine, he’s amazed in a way, to a point where there’s confusion. After all you said about him at the cameras. Something about you, an aura, your ways with poise and grace enchanted the crowd.

But his heart flattered.

“Aren’t you a nice tribute.”

You smiled. “I am. I just want to look on the brighter side of things.”

Lucky Flickerman nodded. “I can see that.”

“And my mentor, Coriolanus is here with me. I feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world because he’s very thoughtful and he got inspired by meeting me and staying by my side here.”

Lucky Flickerman looked back at his cameraman. “Did the gamemakers tell you to go with the tribute?”

Coriolanus stepped in. “They didn’t tell me not to. But they told me it’s a mentor’s job to introduce to the citizens of Panem.”

“For me, I volunteered,” you chimed in.

“For me, it seems like you’re about to be whisked away, young man.”

Behind them, the Peacekeepers had their hands on Coriolanus by the arms to escort him out from the monkey cage. Then you stopped him.

“Thanks for the rose. Oh, would you kindly give me food, please? I haven’t eaten anything since the Reaping.”

Coriolanus nodded, and mouthed, “Of course.”

As Lucky Flickerman talked at the camera, behind him, you waved at the camera with a sweet smile. People are electrified at your unusual reaction, as the other tributes turned away, as if in shame.

“So, come on down to the zoo, and see them before it’s too late.” His brows shot up when he spotted you sweetly waving at the camera. “And I mean, too late. I’m Lucretius,” the coin befall onto his flat palm, “Lucky Flickerman.”

Taglist: @emeraldrhee-grimes @galactict3a @lionneee @lcolumbia1988 @viktoriaashleyyx @sweetstrawberrianne @onyxblackwinchester @f1girlieee @screaming-potato @bellaisasleep

[norsevvy]

if it had been MAYSILEE in that room with snow? the games would have ended there. she would have KILLED his ass. he'd be sputtering and asking for milk and she'd start strangling him like there is simply no shot that he survived that encounter

plutarch would come back into the room to one dead body and maysilee complaining about the blood under her nails AMEN

[fujiblackthorne]

snowbaird au where folk singer lucy gray baird has overnight success and is appointed a bodyguard. she doesn’t like him very much at first and thinks he’s too mysterious but after spending countless of hours together she starts to fall for snow. he tries his hardest to remain professional and rejects her advances but eventually gives in to her ❄️

[mrs5sn0w]

Serenade of Shadows

I : A Dance of Shadows -> II : Whisper of Deceit -> III : A Symphony of Heartbreak -> IV : Fractured Reflections -> V : Shadows of Allegiance-> VI : Echoes of Decent

Series Masterlist

Young!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

warnings: Arranged marriage, MILD ANGST, unrequited love, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers

Reader's surname : Flare

Time frame: Before, during and after tbosbas

Synopsis : In the events of Panem's political dynamics and the 10th annual Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow and her find themselves entwined. Standing at the brink of an enforced union, 6 years later, their mutual trust unravels amidst a damaging misinterpretation, prompting Coriolanus to believe the wrong. As the glacial barriers guarding his emotions begin to melt, a revelation of profound feelings unfolds, initiating a sprint against time for redemption.

The Academy bore witness a friendship that would echo through the corridors of time. In the their youth, Coriolanus Snow and her forged bonds that transcended the boundaries of academic pursuits.

Their journey through the Academy was a dance of shared laughter, intellectual banter, and the unspoken friendship that defined their connection. She was a vibrant force of creativity, and Coriolanus Snow was no different.

"Coryo, have you ever wondered what lies beyond these walls? The world beyond our textbooks and exams?"

Snow, his eyes focused on the distant horizon, considered the question.

"The future is a realm of uncertainties, Flare. I prefer to focus on the present."

She persisted, her enthusiasm undiminished. "But what if we could shape our own destinies? Break free from the expectations of the Capitol?"

He regarded her, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "Our paths are preordained but the Capitol is our life."

Their classes became a sanctuary of shared aspirations and mutual understanding.

As the sun dipped below the Capitol skyline, casting a warm glow across the Academy courtyard, she broached the unspoken realm of their connection.

"do you ever think about us? beyond the expectations placed upon us?"

Snow, caught off guard, allowed a rare smile to grace his stoic features.

"What do you mean ?"

"Forget what I said, the reaping day is coming, do you think they'll announce who's gonna get the Plinth Prize ?"

She knew it must be him who gets the prize. She knew he needed it more than she does.

In those fleeting moments, beneath the shadows of the Academy's pillars, a subtle dance of emotions unfolded.

His face sparked a smile, hoping that it would be himself who got the prize,after all, he wouldn't want his hard work to go into waste.

"I hope so..." he let out a long breath while looking at the smiling girl in her red uniform

Unbeknownst to him, she harbored a sentiment deeper than friendship, a quiet flame that flickered in the recesses of her heart.

Reaping day approached with a sense of urgency, the anticipation hung in the air, threading through the classrooms like an unspoken undercurrent.

One evening, in the dim glow of the Academy library, she dared to tread the delicate ground of vulnerability.

"I would really fail any exam just so you can get the prize, Coryo."

He met her gaze,

"Why would you do that ?"

She gently grabbed his hands

"you're the one who has every reason in this world to get it more than anyone, you're Coriolanus Snow, look at how far we've come, you're gonna be someone amazing in Panem."

His heart stopped beating, confused at how she was reacting. No one believes in him like she did. No one had faith in him like she did.

A gentle smile was plastered across his face,

"you're gonna be an amazing woman as well. Panem is going to look at you one day and be grateful that you are born into this world."

Their final days were a montage of shared dreams and sidelong glances, the unspoken understanding between them growing into something deeper.

Yet, in the delicate dance of emotions, Corio remained oblivious to the blossoming romance that she harbored.

The Reaping Day arrived, casting a pall over the top 24 students of the Academy. She wore a stunning nude colored corset dress, that embraced her curves, featuring sleeves that gracefully hug her arms. The dress emphasized her collarbones, adding an elegant touch. Her hairstyle complements the look with soft waves cascading down her shoulders, framing her face and enhancing the overall sophistication of the ensemble.

Coryo and her sat side by side, hearing the announcement from Dean Highbottom of the obligatory mentorship to the tributes. They sat as names intertwined in the cruel lottery of tributes.

A silent understanding passed between them, a shared acknowledgment of the dangerous journey that awaited. They did not know what they were getting into.

"District 8, boy, y/n Flare"

Her eyes looked over the screen of a boy named Bobbins, hope glimmered across her eyes, only wishing the best for her tribute.

"District 12, girl goes to Coriolanus Snow"

As Lucy Gray Baird is called forth as a tribute during the reaping day, her demeanor contrasts the somber atmosphere. She wore a dress that catches the light, its colors reminiscent of the wild.

Despite the gravity of the moment, the district 12 female tribute's gaze holds a spark of defiance, and her posture exudes a quiet strength. The curls of her hair cascade down, a vivid contrast against the muted tones of the crowd. In that pivotal moment, Flare knew that Lucy Gray stands as a symbol of resilience and individuality.

Snow and Flare locked eyes,

they were saying good luck internally to each other.

Snow and her were determined to make a winner out of their tributes.

She was impressed with how Bobbin managed to captivate the audience by explaining five different ways to kill someone with a sewing needle.

Then, when she was asleep during the night of Day one, unbeknownst to her, Snow had left the academy to the arena on a mission to get his friend Sejanus out.

Coriolanus Snow experiences a tumult of conflicting emotions when he killed Bobbin, Flare's tribute.

The act weighs heavily on him, and a sense of remorse and unease lingers.

Coryo grapples with the harsh reality of the Games and the choices it forces upon him, questioning the morality of his actions. The incident leaves an ineradicable mark on his conscience, he decides never to let this be known.

Especially her.

Her eyes widened, a sudden jolt coursing through her body as fact that her tribute died sank in. Her breath caught, a sharp inhale betraying the shock that gripped her. The world felt suspended, and disbelief etched itself across her face, a mask of astonishment and heart-wrenching realization.

There was no recording of her tribute dying, which is impossible. Bobbin could have not died suddenly.

Someone must've killed him.

Her brows furrowed, caught in the turbulent mixture of emotion. Confusion knit lines across her forehead as she struggled to make sense of the unfolding situation.

Then anger simmered beneath the surface, her eyes flashing with an intensity fueled by frustration and disbelief. It was a storm of conflicting feelings, each wave crashing into the next, leaving her torn between the chaos of confusion and the fiery surge of anger.

The air around her crackled with unresolved emotions, a volatile blend that painted her expression with a mix of perplexity and a smoldering indignation.

She eyed the boy who she had feelings for,

"It's not fair, there's no record of anyone killing him, the broadcast must've been frozen or someone must've sabotaged him" she insisted

With a remorseful gaze, he uttered, "I'm sorry, Flare," his apologetic words weaving through the air, a confession concealed as she remained oblivious to the intricacies of his furtive actions.

Her heavy steps lead her outside the room, a storm of anger in her eyes and a resolute determination fueling every step, driven by a resolute need to unravel the mysteries of what actually happened.

___

"I need to know the truth" She whispered in a hushed tones, slipping a bundle of cash to the shadowy figure.

As she gazed over the surveillance camera, a tidal wave of emotions crashed through her, leaving devastation in its wake.

Sejanus and Coryo running for their lives as Bobbin chased after them. She then witnessed the gruesome murder of her tribute and mentee. The betrayal cut deep, an unseen dagger thrust into the core of her trust. Shock mingled with disbelief, and a profound ache settled in her chest.

The echoes of their shared moments, the laughter, and camaraderie, now tainted by the stain of his actions, echoed through her mind.

Anguish painted her features, and the realization of his betrayal felt like the shattering of something precious. In that moment, innocence crumbled, replaced by a raw, searing pain that marked the end of the girl who once believed in him.

She whispered, "Coriolanus Snow, how could you?"

The elusive figure responded, "Truth has its own price, my dear."

Faced with an intricate choice, even in betrayal, she sought salvation for Coriolanus,

'Protect him, even if it means sacrificing Sejanus.' she said to herself.

The web of deceit tightened, capturing Coryo in the damning revelation despite her desperate gambit to shift the blame to Sejanus.

The clacking sounds of her heels sounded through the hallway as she made her way to Dean Casca Highbottom.

"I have something to report, Mr Highbottom."

As she began unraveling the narrative, detailing Sejanus's involvement, a chilling revelation interrupted her desperate plea.

"You do know that your dear Coriolanus has been involved in cheating." Shock seized her as the revelation unfolded – Coriolanus Snow, the very person she sought to protect, exposed for his deceit.

The weight of betrayal and the magnitude of his cunning unfolded before her eyes. In that moment, she stood frozen, grappling with the stark truth that shattered the illusions she held.

What more did he do ? Who is he becoming ? This isn't the Coryo she knew.

Dean disclosed Snow's cheating endeavors, providing Lucy Gray with a compact powder with rat poison and a handkerchief bearing his father's emblem.

Her efforts to shield Coriolanus crumbled in the face of Snow's deceit.

"You did this because you knew he killed your dear tribute ? Poor little girl, how stupid"

"How did you-"

"Oh I know dear, I know..."

Dean's stern words echoed the futility of her attempts to protect someone who had betrayed not only her trust but the very essence of the Games' integrity.

Then came the turning point, a twist of fate that would cast a long shadow over their friendship.

Dean's voice cut through the tense air like a blade.

___

"What about Lucy Gray ?" Snow worriedly asked

"I would be worried about your own future if I were you" Dean spoke

"Miss Flare, your dear friend, has been quite forthcoming about your involvement."

Snow, unaware of the orchestrated trap, felt the ground beneath him tremble.

"Flare?" he questioned, the word heavy with disbelief.

Dean nodded, his expression a mask of stern authority. His accusatory gaze bore into Snow as he spoke with calculated precision.

"Miss Flare has disclosed your attempt to cheat in the Hunger Games. She provided detailed accounts of your covert actions, betraying not only the trust of your fellow tributes but also the integrity of the Games."

Snow's eyes widened in disbelief, a storm of emotions churning within him. "Flare? She told you about this?"

Dean nodded, maintaining an air of authority. "Yes, Snow. She confessed, hoping to shield you, but the truth has an uncanny way of surfacing."

"Also, she was feeling rather....furious that you killed her tribute"

The revelation left Snow grappling with a profound sense of betrayal, as Flare's desperate gambit to protect him morphed into an unexpected accusation that threatened to shatter his carefully constructed world.

The revelation hung in the air, a sinister turn of events that spun a narrative of betrayal. The trap tightened, ensnaring Snow in a web of deceit orchestrated by the very person he trusted.

Accusations of betrayal surfaced, linking her to covert strategies that backfired in the arena. The Capitol, always hungry for drama, reveled in the narrative of treachery.

Betrayal, however, was a phantom that haunted the shadows of truth. Snow, consumed by the bitterness of perceived betrayal, severed ties with her.

The friendship that weathered the storms of academia crumbled, leaving behind the echoes of what could have been.

Emotions surged through Snow like a tumultuous tide, his initial disbelief morphing into an overwhelming sense of anger.

The disclosure of Flare's admission, initially perceived as a protective act, now felt like an unexpected betrayal.

Dean's words, delivered with meticulous precision, only added fuel to Snow's rising fury. The burden of betrayal pressed heavily on him, as the realization dawned that Flare, in her attempt to shield him, had unintentionally entangled him in her admission.

Snow's eyes glowed with resentment, and an intense anger gripped him, a blazing fire stoked by the unforeseen turn of events, jeopardizing not only his standing but the very core of everything.

---Present Day----

Stuck in the present, their eyes mirroring the weight of untold histories. The grandeur of their wedding day was now tainted by the lingering shadows of a friendship lost.

In the quiet of their shared existence, as the Capitol reveled in the celebration of their union, the dance through time echoed with the poignant melodies of what once was. Snow, bound by duty, and she, she trapped in a loveless union, were left to navigate the intricate steps of a dance that transcended the boundaries of past and present. The grand wedding, a tableau of splendor, concealed the intricate dance of hearts left in the shadows.

taglist : @randomgurl2326

[7s3ven]

Reach for the gun idea

I’ve been wanting to do this idea for a while but I can’t decide between Coryo or Tom Riddle bc both would be perfect 😭.

Scenario: you and Tom/Coryo are both after the top academic prize. You’ve been competing for years now but it gets worse in the last year. The year starts off with you two only sending glares at each other like always but it turns into petty fighting, shoving each other, sabotaging each other, and eventually the two of you are quiet literally trying to end each other’s lives bc if your ambition. Trying to poison each other, putting the other in danger, manipulating, gaslighting. The whole deal

[tbosasgunsandroses]

snowjanus week: ‘literature’

[brookesophelias]

thg & nine little things

1. there is something so fucked up about writing Mature-rated fanfiction featuring sexual acts with Coriolanus Snow but never understanding he is the fictional version of Hitler, Stalin, Zedong, & Mussolini, Franco & Il-sung

2. there is something so fucked up about knowing that Finnick was prostituted by thousands & still Mature-rated fanfiction featuring sexual acts with Finnick Odair & yourselves.

3. there is something so fucked up about writing YA Fanfictions that are Submit-Your-Own-Tribute Games to this day.

4. there is something so fucked up in knowing people hated The Hunger Games, even in the Capitol—in the early days, too—& writing our own FanFictions of the gore & deaths because we want more

5. there is something so fucked up in knowing how barely-alive these 10th Games Tributes were while they were expected to perform & treated inhumanly, except not understanding that Black Lives Matter & Gazans deserve to live without genocide.

6. there is something so fucked up about saying Peeta & Katniss deserve a happy ending & then when the author gives you what you asked for, you have a long list of reasons why it shouldn’t be canon

7. there is something so fucked up about knowing servers get sexually harassed by customers or get more tips when they change their hairstyle/makeup & Mature-rated fanfiction featuring sexual acts between Glimmer & Seneca Crane.

8. there is something so fucked up about protesting Avoxes but telling people to never complain about an opportunity or their employers.

9. there is something so fucked about hating the injustices in daily life while consuming The Hunger Games Novels, only to reduce its importance by avoiding messages other than the ‘shipping.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Where the Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

For prompt 2 of the Snowbaird Valentine event: Roses @snowbaird-events

[liluchunnies]

”I can fix coriolanus snow” no u cant but put that man in a toxic ship where BOTH SIDES are equally toxic with each other. I need him to be put in a toxic ship where its enemies AND lovers who have hate sex every time.

Now ur probably gonna ask…wouldn’t an enemy of snow be someone like lucy gray or anyone who opposes the games?? The type of enemy Im specifying is like academic rivals. Someone who wants to challenge his authority for the throne THATS the type of toxicity I need💔💔💔💔

[jeida-chi]

For prompt 1 of the Snowbaird Valentine event: Valentine @snowbaird-events

The concept was a world with no Hunger Games AU where they are both students at the academy, and Coryo asks LG to be his Valentine 🤭🤭

DM @burntblueberrywaffles or @victoriartdrawings for an invite to the Snowbaird and bread discord server!

[doubleaynus]

🎃🧛‍♂️👻 greetings to all my fellow snowjanus shippers! 

I have put together a prompt list for this upcoming Halloween month that I hope will inspire our fandom into creating some really amazing things! Many of these prompts don’t necessarily have to be NSFW, though in the spirit of kinktober I think it would be more fun if they were hehe

I’ve organized it so that each week has a creature theme, with the full weeks having a ‘free space’ so you can include your own scary story if one of the prompts doesn’t apply to something you have in mind for the boys during spooky season! 

I’ll be posting little snippets of stories I’m working on in the weeks leading up to October but you can find me on ao3 as Tziporah7. I LOVE Halloween and SNOWJANUS and am really excited to see what everyone comes up with! 

October 1st through 5th: Week Of The Living Dead (Zombies/Undead)

Day 1: You Look So Good I Could Eat You

Day 2: Nec(romance)

Day 3: Stitches

Day 4: Aim For The Head

Day 5: Bones

October 6th through 12th: Things That Go Bump In The Night (Monsters)

Day 6: Full Moon

Day 7: Tentacles

Day 8: Bodysnatcher (You’re not ______!)

Day 9: Wings

Day 10: It Came From Outer Space

Day 11: I Put A Spell On You

Day 12: Free Space (Your Creepiest Monster Story)

October 13th through October 19th: Boo! (Ghosts)

Day 13: Vengeful

Day 14: Phantom Touches

Day 15: Ectoplasm

Day 16: Graveyard

Day 17: Campfire Stories

Day 18: Haunted House

Day 19: Free Space (Your Spookiest Ghost Story)

October 20th to October 26th: Bloodsuckers (Vampires)

Day 20: Hypnosis

Day 21: Ice Cold Skin Day 22: Fangs

Day 23: Coffins

Day 24: Hunting

Day 25: Bloodbath

Day 26: Free Space (Your Most Sinister Vampire Story) 

October 27th to October 31st: Drag Me To Hell (Demons)

Day 27: Holds My Soul (Possession) 

Day 28: Sacrifice

Day 29: Succubus/Incubus

Day 30: Angels & Demons

Day 31: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 

Feel free to reach out if you have any questions!

I want to see what everyone's pretty brains come up with... speaking of, when October comes PLEASE tag me (#SnowjanusSpooktober) on anything you've created for this so I can gobble it up like a true monster 👹 I've set up a collection on ao3 under the name Snowjanus Spooktober 2024 if you'd like to add your fics there too!

that's all for now, happy creating everyone 👻

[snowbaird-events]

Find the prompt drop off on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Snowbairdprompts/profile

[mercuryspit]

A suggestion for Snowjanus smut (I would give you my kidney and half of my lung if you wrote it …. Hahahaha jk …. Unless😳)

My request has mentions of eating disorders, body image (I don’t know if you have any rules I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable you can absolutely ignore/delete this ask)

Anyways so I have this idea that I can’t get out of my head in which Coryo feels really self-conscious about his body and how thin he is because of malnutrition. Sej makes it his job to make the blonde realize how beautiful he is. And so he makes love to Coryo all night. Bonus points if Sej kisses his ribs. Hope you have a nice day!

So I don’t think I’d personally be able to do this prompt BUT!!! I’d love to get it out there for anyone who would actually like to do it if that’s alright w you!!!