#coriolanus snow x gn reader

[thefuseoftemptation]

me whenever I read smut with the straightest face ever:

[etfrin]

❝ ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ worries — coriolanus snow ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ ❞

☆　Warning: NSFW | pinv sex, creampie, cum eating, blowjob, orgasm control, overstimulation, loss of virginity (m.), handjob, mutual masterbation (each other) if you squint, riding, spit play, breath play, reader has fem! anatomy, mentions of blood & blood sucking (from a lip bite)| lmk if I forgot anything

☆　Pairing: afab/gn! soft dom(-ish)! Reader x sub(-ish)! virgin! Coriolanus Snow

☆　Summary: uhm, you take Snows' virginity <3

☆　A/N: first time writing gn reader, please be respectful and tell me if anything's wrong, but don't be mean about it and i finally wrote reader spitting in Coryos' mouth and it should be a regular thing, look AT him ugh, a meal fr, wanna eat him, suck off all of his cu- i should stop...

Ps. The one who requested this to be gn, i hope you like this and i did it justice, if there's anything wrong (like accidentally refering to the reader as fem) then please let me knw :)

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“You've never done this before?” You questioned as you entered his room. All cold and dusty stone with a bed on the corner. The bed in which you plan to do unspeakable things with him.

“No, he said, “Will that be a-” You shake your head as you see his wide blue eyes waiting for rejection. He hated that he brought you here. He hated that you saw him. Him. Not Coriolanus Snow from the academy but Coryo who tries and tries but gets fucked over anyway.

After finding out that the District 12 girl was his, he wanted to protest, he was being set up to fail. You saw him for he is, his mind filled with worries, endless thoughts running around making him unable to breathe. He felt invalid and he needed you to do something about it.

And as you notice him among the crowd, seduce him with your eyes and whisper your desires to him. He brings you to the penthouse, trying to control the urge to apologize as you have to walk 12 cases of stairs.

You knew his secret like the dean did but you didn't do anything about it except for the meals and clothes sent to him anonymously during the coldest nights of Panem but he didn't know that.

You walked towards him, pinning him to the door of his room with a gentle thud. “You don't have to worry about anything, princess,” you whispered to him, your eyes filled with lust and your lips twisted in a teasing smile. You run your finger over his sharp jaw, taking joy when a soft gasp comes from him. His breathing is getting faster and the blood rushing from his cock and his head turning empty from your simple touch.

You were going to have some fun with this boy. You're going to make him yours. Make him forget and help him through everything as his now serrah. Even if it means rigging the games so he would win. It's your job to care for him now and you're a perfectionist.

The first task, let the wide-eyed man feel pleasure in someone's touch for the first time. You tsk in dissatisfaction as your fingers feel his bony chest. He needs to eat, he needs to be pampered. ‘I'll have to fix that’, you thought as you pressed your lips on his collarbone. He lets out a breath, his body heating up from the kisses you plant on his chest. Your tongue teasing his nipple causes him to whimper and you earn a broken moan when your teeth decide to nip the bud.

You suck his nipple, savoring the gasp he makes and how his fingers wove into your hair. “Please. Please more,” he groans and who are you to deny him? You couldn't say no to his pretty face even if you didn't want to. So you get down on your knees, pushing your face into his crotch and you swear you could smell the heady scent of his pre-cum soaking through his trousers. You moan, deciding to tease him as you use your teeth to pull down his zipper. You'll never know the will it took for Coriolanus not to cum right then and there.

You take down his trousers, the line of his hard cock clear in his boxes, a wet spot of his pre-cum formed where the tip is. You decided not to tease him words but with actions, your tongue licks the wetness, letting your saliva sweep into the fabric along with his salty pre. He groans above you, a thud echoing into this room as the back of his head hits the door.

You set his cock free from its confines, your mouth watering as you look at the pink tip forming a bead of pearly white pre-cum. The tip of your tongue catches it and the pleasure (or torture) of Coriolanus Snow begins.

You start simply, teasingly as your lips trail sloppy wet kisses all over his length. Your tongue traces along the pretty veins of his cock, your lips reaching his base and mouthing his cock causing him to let out a needy whine and a plea of more, more and more. You repeat the process until you catch his cockhead inside of the carven of your warm, wet mouth. Another broken groan leaves his mouth as he sees your lips stretch around his mushroom tip.

The fingers of his curled in your hair tightens and as a warning you make your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs causing him to his and immediately loosen his grip on you. An apology falls from his lips, his eyes glossing over as he feels his dick getting wet. Your mouth begins to suck his tip. Your tongue savors the bitterness of him as you swirl your tongue around his slit, lapping up as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Snow was biting his lower lip as hard as possible, the blood pooling in his mouth as he tried to keep much of his sound quiet for the sake of others who might be home. His mind was blank, all he could think was how pretty you looked on your knees like this, how you took control despite the one kneeling. You didn't even take all of him, sucking his cockhead diligently but the rest of his cock was left out. He was glad that did so because he knew he couldn't take the hot, wet mouth of yours all over his cock without cumming on the spot.

He could feel himself venture too close to spilling inside of your mouth, he let his free hand venture down to the path and he gripped the base of his cock trying to ruin his upending orgasm.

You take your mouth off him, making him let out a desperate whimper as he feels his dick out of your warm carven. You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling utterly amused by how adorable he is. You kiss his tip. “Trying to last longer, baby?” You questioned with a teasing tilt in your voice.

“I don't want to” Snow can't admit the fact he doesn't want to cum so soon, it's embarrassing so he says it in different terms, “I want this to last.” His eyes were now fully blown with lust, his curls clinging to his forehead and his cheeks painted red with pleasure.

“Hmm,” you hum, standing up trying to ignore the slight ache of your knees. You take his hand, guiding the boy to bed before pushing him on the mattress. You straddle him, his shirt was long forgotten on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. It was your turn now and you quickly did the same. Coryo lets out a needy soft noise as your skin is exposed to his eyes, his fingers skimming along the curves of your body. “Can I?” He asked, his eyes begging for your agreement.

“Yes, Coryo. You can,” you permit him and you nearly let out a wanton moan as the heat of his fingertips sweeps into your skin, warming you up as his hands experimentally begin to knead your breasts. His fingers squeeze your nipples making you softly moan near his ear. “That's it, baby. Make me feel good.” You whispered to him, “A bit rougher- ah- ah- there you go. That's a good boy.”

His hips jolt forward when you praise him and a whine escapes from the back of his throat. “Please,” he lets out, “Let me feel you. I will be good, I promise.” You gaze wonders at his angry red tip and you decide not to play with him any further for the moment. You kiss his forehead for a moment of vulnerability in all of this tension. “Okay, my prince,” you whispered as you kissed his lips next, letting your tongues meet in a rather filthy and sloppy kiss as you let him guide you to your back on the mattress.

His hand traces down and gets a hold of your hips, his fingers squeezing the flesh a tad too hard but it felt so good and the fact he would leave marks didn't bother you. Your fingers wove into his blonde strands, bringing him down to catch his lips in an open mouth kiss. As your other hand is on his shoulder, his body pressed onto yours and you moan into his mouth as you feel his comforting weight on top of you. His dick twitched against your thigh, leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

You take in his bleeding bottom lip in your mouth and suck on it, enjoying the tang of the metallic taste on his tongue as he clumsily begins to press his cockhead into your soaking cunt. You were so focused on Coriolanus that you had forgotten about your aching cunt begging to be stretched with his cock.

If it hadn't felt so good when his cock slid right in because of how wet you were, you would have been embarrassed. You bite into his lower lip, trying to adjust to the burn of being stretched by his thick cock. If you weren't so impatient, you would have taught Coryo how to prep you first but that's for another day.

Coryo feels your teeth sinking into his bottom lip and a wanton, surprised moan leaves his mouth, his balls emptying and thick spurts of his cum flood into your pussy. You cry out as you feel his cock cumming against your pulsating walls. He buried his head onto your shoulder as he gasped his apology. As much as frustration filled your mind, you knew that you had to be gentle with your plaything.

You run your fingers through his hair, comforting him. “It's fine,” you whispered, your lips placing soft kisses on his shoulder. “But I don't want it to be over,” he admitted, shyness and desperation filling in his tone. “It doesn't have to be,” you replied as you squeeze your walls around his softening cock. A wicked smile plays on your lips, as you whisper, “It isn't over until I say so.”

He nods, willing to agree with whatever you say. You pushed him off you, getting yourself on top of him as his soft cock fully slips out of your pussy, leaving the entrance pushing out of his cum. Your fingers gather his seed and you pop your digits into your mouth, your tongue lapping up his taste off your fingertips. His dick twitches from the sight, coming back to life as Coryo lets out a whine while he looks at you sucking your fingers so good with your mouth hollow.

You take his length in your hand, fingers surrounding the girth in a perfect fist. He hissed when you squeezed and began to stroke him slowly. Trying your best not to overwhelm him and failing miserably because tears were pooling in his eyes, his lips were parted to leave wounded, pretty sounds. His fingers curled on the bed sheets as you stroke his cock back to life.

You lean to press another kiss to the tip, your eyes peering at his teary ones. “You sure?” You asked, you had to pat his cheek for an answer because all that left his mouth as you questioned was a whimper.

“Do you want to continue, Coryo?” You asked, in the softest tone possible. Your mind is ready to cuddle him for aftercare and draw a shower. But instead, he shakes his head, “Don't please- I need this.”

“Okay, I won't,” you whispered back, your lips pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, and then let the kisses trail until you reach his neck where his pulse is. Your mouth begins to suck as you continue to stroke his length, your fist now covered with his drooling pre-cum, a bit more watery than before.

Your free hand goes to your cunt, your fingers rubbing your clit to feel some relief from your aching pussy. Coriolanus notices that and can't help but feel bad. His fingers wrapped around your wrist stopping your movements, a silent question in his eyes and you removed your hand in answer.

A giddiness could be seen in Coryos as he explores your cunt for the first time. You get into a position where it is easier for you both to play with each other. He spreads your pussy lips, his eyes taking in your glistening cunt (with your juices and his cum). He swipes at your folds, gathering the wetness all over his digits, and you encourage him to take the digits in his mouth, and of course, he agrees.

He will do anything to get his head empty and his body to be jelly. So he takes his fingers in his mouth, letting his tongue lick every remnant of your juices and his bitter cum. He groans, his eyes getting cross stared and his cock begins to throb dangerously in your end. He was close to the edge again by such a simple thing.

‘Cute’ you thought, but you don't want him to cum again without getting something in return. So you stopped the strokes, ignoring his confusion, and pleas for more. Instead, you guide yourself on his cock again, your eyes flashing to him with a warning that despite the gentleness you had shown, you could be cruel too.

Yet when you sink on his cock, you make sure to hold his hand, fingers intertwined for comfort. You murmur endless praises to him.

“That's a good boy.” “Look at you filling me up so well.” “Ah- fuck, baby. Your cock is stretching me out perfectly.”

Each praise made his cock throb against your pulsating walls. This time he didn't cum immediately, but the jolt of electricity that went through his veins when both of your pelvis bones were touching, now joined to the hilt felt like he did. You take the hand you were holding and kiss the inside of your wrist with butterfly kisses.

These simple actions of yours were overwhelming to him. No one had cared for him so delicately like he was glass. It meant everything to him and a rush of emotions caused tears to begin to flow from his eyes.

You chalked his crying to overstimulation and leaned forward to kiss his eyelids. “It's okay,” you whispered against his ear, “It's okay, Coryo.” You let out a soft moan as you begin to move your hips. Slow and shallow thrusts. You hear him groan too, his hand squeezing yours. His free hand on your ass, groping the flesh.

“That's a good boy,” you whispered when you began to speed up your rocking hips making Coriolanus gasp. “You're doing so well, my dear,” you praised him. You moan as your hips find the perfect angle to hit the spongy spot in your gummy walls.

You begin to ride Coryo in earnest. His cock stroked the deepest part of your slick walls with each thrust. It makes you see stars with each breath you take. It was perfect and you made sure that Snow knew that with your hushed praises. Meanwhile, Coriolanus wasn't better off either with molten lava in his body, his mind now blank with how good getting dick wet felt.

He never understood the hype about sex but now he was addicted. He was sure he was going to need you like air, like a puppy going for a pet to its owner for comfort. He was going to need you after this, again and again.

He was close, wanting to cum again, he could feel how wet your walls were and wondered if it was your juices or his own that contributed to it the most. He was close so he voiced that. “I am-” he closed his eyes, feeling the burn of embarrassment, “Close.”

You hum in response, stopping your movements to catch a much-needed breath. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so, pretty boy,” you said with authority, “I let it go the first time, now I expect you to behave.” You add, “You'll cum with my permission or else. . .” You smirk, “You're a smart boy, Coryo. You wouldn't like punishment, would you?”

Coriolanus shakes his head, he sniffs and you find it adorable how his nose scrunches up that it makes you smile at him. “I will be good, I promise,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please.”

You give him a nod. You leaned down to kiss his lips, both of your tongues tangling together into something soft. Your hand leaves the grip it had on his hand to wrap itself around his neck. He moans inside your mouth as you put a bit of pressure onto his neck, not restricting his breathing but certainly making him light-headed. It worked as a good distraction.

Your free hand goes between your bodies and you find your clit. Your fingers begin to play with the bud. Small circles send jolts of pleasure to your core, making your cunt tighten around his dick. It made his hip snap back into yours, a deep groan resounding in the room as his hips began to thrust into you. Just small movements of sheer desperation of wanting to cum.

You were feeling the same, desperation clawing your body as the tension keeps building and building each time his cockhead grazes your g-spot. You were so close and everything turned sloppy.

Two animals in heat it seemed with how the two of you were acting. Your fingers pinch your clit as you begin to rock on his cock faster than ever, deep groans leaving Coryo's lips and his hands holding onto your hips to ground him as he takes whatever you give.

He was pussy drunk, his eyes glazed over and mouth drooling on the corners. You were pathetic enough to lick the saliva, holding his jaw open as you gathered your spit inside your mouth and then you let the goop of drool fall onto his tongue.

You thought for a moment this would snap him out from his fucked out glaze, except he swallowed it without a word, his hips stuttering in the pace and he mutters, his lips glistening, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” And god, that ruined you.

Your cunt begins to spasm around his cock, flexing walls around his length causing him to cry out for permission to let go and you yell out a yes. Liquidy spurts of cum begin to shoot out of his tip and inside your womb. Both of you let out a moan as the thrusts begin to slow down and cease.

As soon as you catch your breath and your body feels solidified, you caress his cheek. “Would you like to cuddle, baby?”

The answer to that was a breathless yes.

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[onlybeeewrites]

Hunger Games Requests

So I’m currently reading Sunrise on the Reaping (I’m only on Chapter 7)

But due to this I will be falling back into my Hunger Games Hyperfixation and will love to write for any of the books:

-The Original Hunger Games Trilogy

-The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (I have some fics posted but will happily write more)

-Sunrise on the Reaping (I will happily write as soon as I finish the book!)

SO PLEASE send in requests!!

[msmk11]

For the party!! 🎲 Coriolanus Snow , Dare: "Forget it. Just like you forget everything else."

I love some good Coryo angst! Thanks for requesting :)

Check out the rest of my party here!

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Coriolanus Snow x gn!reader

CW: angst, hurt/no comfort, booze, one allusion to smut

Summary: Coriolanus forgets your wedding anniversary

Optional Part Two here

Your husband is always up and off to work before you wake, so it’s no surprise when your bed is cold this morning too. But you hoped that maybe, maybe, he’d still be here, arm slung over your waist, or kissing your forehead, breakfast tray in hand. You see, today is you and Coriolanus’ one year wedding anniversary. Of course, you have something planned for him- a nice romantic dinner tonight that you’re cooking entirely yourself, with rose petals, and candles, and soft music. You’re just eager to see what he does for you too. You’d be happy with anything.

Since your month-long honeymoon, your Coryo has grown more and more distant. The signs were subtle at first, such as not surprising you with flowers or chocolate anymore. Then, he’d stopped kissing you goodbye in the mornings and cuddling you at night. He’s been coming home later and later and getting up earlier and earlier. But you hope that maybe he’s just stressed as he rises through the ranks. You’re so proud, but you miss him.

So when you say you’d be happy with anything from him for your anniversary, you really, truly mean it.

You send off a quick message to Coryo’s secretary, Cherry, a reminder about your plans for tonight, and get to work. The cooking process is long, but the thought of the look on your husband’s face when he sees it makes all of the toiling worth it. You whip up courses like the ones you’d had at your wedding, your heart clenching with fondness and longing as you think back on that day. It had been so full of hope, and love, and passion, and you hope this dinner today reminds you both of that spark.

As the rest of the food finishes, you bathe and prep yourself, putting on your nicest outfit to look your best for your handsome husband. It’s red- Coriolanus’ favorite color- and flatters your figure, and you can already feel heat pooling in your stomach at the thought of what he could do to you in it.

Soon enough you’re ready, the decorations are finished, and the food is plated. Now, you only await your husband.

And you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

The candles burn out and the sun sets and Coriolanus is still not here. At some point, you pop open the wine you specially ordered and drink straight from the bottle.

It’s only near midnight that you finally hear the front door unlock and creak open. Soft thuds pad across the wooden floor and the cracked door of the dining room opens wider, the soft music you’ve left playing spilling out into the dark hallway. Coriolanus freezes when he sees you at the dining table, food long cold and bottle to your lips.

“What’re you doing up?”

“You’re late,” you answer coldly.

He huffs and runs his hand over his face, and you notice he’s not even wearing his wedding ring. You swallow thickly.

“You know I have to work late right now,” Coriolanus reminds you, “it’s no different than any other day.”

You scoff and slam the bottle onto the table, “except it is. Don’t you remember what today is?”

Your husband flinches and he walks closer to you, “darling, calm down. You’re clearly exhausted. I- I’m sorry I missed dinner. I- I remember now that Cherry said I needed to be home to eat with you, but I got so busy and forgot. I’ll take us out sometime soon.”

He reaches out towards you and push the chair back, the legs screeching unpleasantly against the wood floor as you inch away from him.

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you know what today is?”

His jaw ticks, “don’t be like this.”

“What. Is. Today?”

Coriolanus runs his hands through his white blonde hair, the usually gelled look slowly becoming a mess.

You can tell he’s racking his brain and you can tell when he finally remembers. His eyes widen.

“Oh.”

He steps closer to you, this time grabbing your wrist, “darling, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he apologizes pitifully, “I- please forgive me.”

He strokes his thumb across your cheekbone, “let me make it up to you.”

In your heart you want to forgive him. To pretend like he’s still a good husband and that he still loves you. But you can’t. Not in good conscience.

You rip your arm away from, “forget it. Like you forget everything else.”

Then, you take off your wedding ring, throw it at him, and stalk off.

[nishithedevil]

Alright hi, this is my first time actually publishing a fanfic on here. Hope you guys like it. Tell me if you guys want a part 2 of this or any other ideas i should write

Capital Prince and District Princess

Lucy Gray x capital gn reader

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

so basically Corio gets Jessup Diggs and the reader gets Lucy Gray as their tribute. I've been sitting on this idea ever since i saw the movie on the premier, and ig here we are finally.

My brother, Corio and I sit down next to each other as the professor starts assigning student mentors to their district tributes.

"I hate this, Corio. This feels unbearable." I whisper to him as he nudges his my knee with his for a bit of silent comfort.

As the professor reaches district 11 without uttering my name, a breath of relief almost escapes me. However, the respite is short-lived when he announces Corio's name for the boy from district 12, and then...

"And last but not least, Y/N Snow will mentor Lucy Gray Baird from district 12. That is all"

At that moment I freeze and looked up at the tiny screen, seeing Lucy Gray Baird slowly walk up to the stage. Her decision to place a snake in that girl's dress caught everyone off guard, and I abruptly rose from my seat in astonishment. She was definitively one hell of a performer, singing and bowing dramatically before being taken away. A hushed stillness enveloped the entire room. What had they entangled me in?

The professor folds the paper up, removes his glasses and goes to leave the room, muttering good luck to us. After him, I bolted out of the room and settled on the stairs outside. Corio follows, approaching quietly, and places a comforting hand on my back.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't know they would pick you as a mentor to one of the tributes. I mean at least our tributes are both from the same district, that could be fun" he remarks, giving my back a reassuring pat before rising to his feet.

"C'mon, grandma's probably prepared dinner for us" he urges, descending the stairs at a leisurely pace. I hesitate for a moment, then quickly stand up to follow him, concerned he might leave me alone even for a brief moment.

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Uncertain of what course to take, I opt to go and welcome my tribute. I dress myself in a tasteful yet not overly extravagant manner, even securing a rose. It might seem foolish given the circumstances, but the anxiety is too overwhelming to do otherwise.

I arrive at the train station and wait with the peacekeepers. A few minutes after later the train arrived and the peacekeepers opened the train doors one by one, even taking some tributes by force when they didn't want to come out. All of them who weren't too distracted with that were glowering at me, like they were ready to jump me. I patiently looked around for my tribute, and right when I turned around I saw Corio's tribute step out of the train and extend his hand. A tiny hand grabbed it and out came Lucy Gray. She silently thanked him and straightened her very colorful dress before glancing around. Her eyes landed on me and I stiffened, not knowing what to do. She approached, studying me with a slight tilt of her head. For some inexplicable reason, I found that gesture to be rather adorable.

I composed myself, clearing my throat before speaking. "Um, hi. Hello, I'm Y/N Snow. I'm your mentor, Lucy Gray Baird." I manage to say. Extending my hand, to present her with the rose.

"Uhm, this is for you, as a warm welcome to the capital. Despite the circumstances." I nervously rub my hand against my neck.

She maintains her gaze on me, then unexpectedly seizes my wrist, drawing me closer.

Before I could say anything, she finally speaks "Are you supposed to be here? Since I don't see any other mentors here" She asks as she lets go of my wrist and takes the flower, putting it in her hair.

A warmth rushes to my face, much to my frustration.

"Uh no, I suppose not. But I wanted to meet you formally and introduce myself. I want to get to you know more, that's all" I explain, clearing my throat once again, the warmth lingering despite the station's breeze.

By this point Lucy Gray has been standing pretty close to me, close enough that if I took one step closer we'd be basically hugging. She wasn't very tall, just below my chin, which meant something considering I'm not particularly tall either. Up close, I noticed the softness of her skin and observed that, despite the initial appearance of messiness, her hair was neatly taken care of. The scent of flowers, a mix of vanilla and floral notes, wafted from her.

She sizes me up with a thoughtful hum before a Peacekeeper abruptly grabs both her and Corio's tribute, escorting them forcefully towards a waiting van. Despite my protests, my cries fell on deaf ears. In a somewhat foolish move, I decide to follow them, uncertain of any better course of action.

I wait for the peacekeepers to turn their back and I slip inside the van right before they close the doors. I breathe out, desperately trying to calm down. When I do I turn around and see all the tributes looking at me. We stare at each other before a few of them sit up and fling themselves at me. I'm forcefully slammed against the van wall, feeling the oppressive weight of an arm on my neck. Meanwhile, another produces a knife from some hidden pocket, escalating and leaving me in a state of heightened vulnerability.

I struggle until I hear a voice speak up from beside me. "Stop rough-housin' my mentor. It's not their fault they're better than your mentors and came to greet me"

Our eyes shift to her and then back to each other, a moment of shared uncertainty. Eventually, they release their grip on me, and I instinctively crouch down, rubbing my neck and wheezing as I breath out a breathy thank you. Lucy Gray only pats my back in a comforting gesture as the tense situation begins to ease.

Abruptly, the van comes to a halt, prompting us to exchange glances. The door swings open, and the van tilts, causing everyone to tumble. I desperately grasp for something to hold onto, with Lucy Gray attempting to secure my foot, but our efforts prove futile. We all land on the grass, and fortunately, my fall is somewhat cushioned. I groan and begin to lift myself off, when I open my eyes and see that I'm on top of Lucy Gray. I blush furiously as I realize the position we're in.

I hear her groan and watch as she attempts to sit up, successfully doing so, freezing me in place. As she opens her eyes, a realization sets in – our noses are barely touching. We're so close that I can feel her breath on my lips. My face flushes with embarrassment, and she smirks at the proximity before smoothly sliding away and standing up. Patting her dress to rid it of as much dirt as possible, she extends her hand for me to stand up. Reluctantly, I look up at her, then to the side, and begrudgingly take her hand to stand up, patting myself down as well.

While fixing my hair, I glance around and suddenly recognize our surroundings. We're in a zoo cage. Further away, a reporter and two cameras are set up, with a small crowd of spectators observing us. The realization of being on display in such an unusual setting adds another layer of bewilderment to the already strange situation. It hurt my heart, how they treat these people as actual animals just for being less fortunate. Considering my family, I'm used to this kinds of stuff and know my way around these reporters, so I turn to Lucy Gray.

"Listen, I want to help you win this, and after the stunt you pulled in the districts, everyone wants to hear you sing. I don't want to force you, but the more the public likes you, the more sponsors you'd get. And the more sponsors you have, the more chances you have at winning." I turn to look at her, and she wears a cute expression, biting her lower lip as she contemplates the situation for a few seconds. After some thought, she reaches a conclusion. Without hesitation, she grabs my hand and says, "Let's give them a show, then."

I smile and walk up to the reporters with Lucy Gray in hand. "Oh and what's this? Is this one of our student mentors? with their tribute? And what pray tell are they doing inside with the tributes?"

The cameras turn towards us, the reporter pointing the microphone towards us.

With confidence, I step forward and declare, "My name is Y/N Snow. This is my tribute, Lucy Gray Baird, the songbird from District 12. I pledge to do everything in my power to ensure her victory."

"Ooh, very enthusiastic, even after the stunt she pulled in her district." He says before being interrupted by me.

"Hey kids, come here, come and hear Lucy Gray's singing." I wave over the few kids around the cage.

They rush over, and Lucy, catching my glance, crouches down and begins to sing to them. The cameras focus on her, and the reporter adjusts the microphone, making a comment that I can't quite catch. The impromptu performance captures the attention of the onlookers and the media, turning the unexpected situation into a unique and captivating display.

Hearing her voice in person was even more magical, and it was so beautiful, so delicate. I was mesmerized.

Reality snaps back as Lucy stops singing, and the reporter directs the peacekeepers to remove me. Before they escort me away, Lucy Gray grips my arms, pleading with me to bring her food the next time I return. A smile creeps across my face, reassured by the trust she places in me. She desperately clings to me, whispering those pleas, and I lean in, whispering, "Don't you worry about anything, Lucy Gray." The peacekeepers then lift me away, but my gaze remains fixed on her. In that moment, a determination sets in as I begin to formulate a plan to genuinely help her win and navigate through this chaotic ordeal.

[writesick-lover]

Just One Date part 3!

>part 2 >>part 1

a/n: AAAND WE'RE BACK!!! I can't believe it, I am so sorry it took so long, but I had to figure out which way to take this story... And I am afraid this can and might turn out into the whole series!!! You guys seem to love it and I am forever grateful for the support! Anyways, here's part 3 xoxo

warning: !spoilers if you haven't read the first and second part!, mentions of self-hate, harm, wounds

tags: @peachydarlingz

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Finnick's panicked breaths echoed across the hall as he kept running around back and forth, his eyes darting around every corner like a madman. You couldn't just disappear, not under his watch, not when he finally felt like he was living again. The world turned so quiet suddenly, Finnick unable to hear the distant party as his blood rushed through his body, raging in his ears. The dreadful sound he knew so well from the arena, adrenaline rushing in, his senses hyperfixating on every sound, every move he could possibly spot that could lead to you.

A loud laughter came from the end of the hall, causing Finnick to straighten up, his charming smile on again as a group of women dressed in the most vibrant colors walked by. One’s gaze froze on Finnick, her head turned towards him. He winked, nodding with a grin. The girl giggled, catching up with her friends. As they cut the corner, he slumped down again, rubbing his eyes. He sighed.

Where were you? He will never find you here and he couldn’t help the weight falling on his shoulders, called guilt. You could have been long gone. Someone could have had you dragged away, drugged beyond any conciousness, while he was trying to have the time of his life. All of this just so they could take advantage of you because of him-

Finnick paused.

He will not find you here, but he knew where he will find some answers.

And suddenly he knew exactly which way to go, fear and desperation replaced by the anger, the boiling blood taking over his sight. When he entered the gardens the white roses seemed red like the blood that dripped from Snow's hands. He just wished it wasn't yours.

"Snow!" He yelled out as he neared a small silouette in the dark, the fragile hair coloured white like angel's wings, like the fresh snow, yet to be stained again and again by his horrendous sins.

President Snow turned around, a bright smile showing his white and prefect teeth, just as the rest of him. But Finnick knew better. His teeth were slowly rotting just like everything inside of him.

Finnick stopped infront of the president, huffs of hot air escaping in clouds from his flaring nostrils. "Where?" He began, staring into Snow's blue eyes, darkened by mischief.

"Where is what, my dear boy?" Snow retorted with a question, lifting both eyebrows in amusement. "Where are they?" Finnick huffed, his patience wearing thin. He wanted to kill him there and then, yet he knew he couldn't. He wasn't even sure what he was doing there. His own suicide. He was scared, sweating and only wanting to run for his life to the nearby coast before his throat could be sliced.

And yet he couldn't. Because he had won once in the face of deatn. Because the vision of what might be done to you will haunt him for the rest of his days. And he would never forgive himself.

Snow chuckled, seeing the state Finnick was in. He never saw him in this light and he couldn't help but feel entertained by the sudden rage in such a broken body he thought was left to wither. "You know Finnick," Snow began, walking past the young man and heading back to the mansion. Finnick knew it was his que to follow him, knowing there was no choice. He just hoped there was enough time.

"For a while you fooled me. I thought your rather sudden relationship was... fake," the president smirked, giving Finnick a quick glance before focusing his gaze on the road ahead again. "At first I did not understand why someone like you would pick someone like them," Snow hummed. "I thought it was madness. You had become so stupid, you decided to fake your relationship with someone so violent just to be like Peeta with Katniss. Make them desirable," Finnick's breath hitched in surprise but he wouldn't let it show. "When in fact, their path leads far away from happiness." President Snow chuckled to himself once again. "But I suppose you're smarter than I thought you to be, despite our long history and my deepest belief in you," he finally stopped by the entrance back to the mansion. The yellow light fell on his white sick face, shadows recreating his face to that of a demon, trying to show at least half of what this man was.

"Maybe you picked them for protection. Maybe to kill all the victors. Or maybe they will kill you in your sleep one day. One day, when they realize what you dragged them into." Snow smiled brightly, Finnick trying to find sense in his puzzles.

"They are in their chambers. I did them a favor and send them with a friend. That way, they don't have to be alone. And maybe they might find something common to talk about later." The demon in front of Finnick winked, his words sinking into Finnick's skin until he understood their meaning too well. His mind went blank.

After that he was on his way. He flew up the stairs, rushing down the bright colorful corridors until he found the right door, calling out to him. His hand was on the doorknob when it turned, opening the door. Back at him was staring an unfamiliar face, makeup smudged all over their face due to heavy crying. Whimpers escaped their mouth as they clutched to their clothes, bruises and cuts already visible on their arms and legs.

The short man looked up at Finnick with tears glistening in his eyes, only to be met with cold yet confused look of the victor. Finnick's eyes flickered to the room, trying to find the one he actually came looking for. He shoved the man aside, causing him to fall and cry out again, but he didn't care. "Crazy," he heared the man whisper. "They are all crazy monsters,"

Finnick rushed in. He found you on the bed, your once beautiful dress all torn apart with only pieces hanging on to their dear life, still keeping you at least half decent. You hugged your knees, your right hand squeezing the dagger with your knuckles turning white.

Your eyes brightened upon falling on his face, filling with tears held for so long. You got up only to get hit by Finnick's scent, your cheek crashing onto his chest, his warm safe arms wrapping around you. The dagger clanged on the wooden floor.

"I didn't mean to- I- I-" you sobbed, your eyes wide from the shock as you realised what truly happened. "I was just pro- protecting my-myself" you tried to catch your breath, Finnick staring down at you as you gazed to the distance. "I- I- am not a monster! I swear, mom!" You exclaimed, squeezing him tight.

"Y/n" Finnick spoke up, finally making you look up at him. Your eyes were shaking, disoriented. His hands slid from your waist to your cheeks, hugging them just as tight. "It's me, Y/n," he stared into your eyes, trying to find you. He sat you down. "Breathe," he whispered, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face.

You took a few deep breaths, finally grounding yourself. "Are you hurt?" He asked but you did not answer. "What happened? Did he do anything to you?" Finnick slowly started checking  up on you without your answers. Your eyes avoided his gaze in embarrassment as you frowned. "You met him by the door. You saw how he looked." You gulped, squinting your eyes for a while before opening them. "And?" Finnick raised an eyebrow, not understanding your point. "How are you asking me if I'm okay, when I obviously hurt him?!" Your head fell to your hands as you yelled out in frustration, palms covering your ears. You just wanted to shut the world out. It was happening all over again. You were back in the arena, trying to survive while now the tributes are doing worse to you then just killing you. You are not worth even the end of your suffering. You will sin again and again, your fate sealed ever since you won your own games. You're the victor. You became part of the cycle. You won your one-way ticket to hell.

Finnick sighed, his hands shaking a little. His heart ached from the state he saw you in. Somewhere deep down, he knew this was exactly how he looked all those years ago. He was all alone then.

"Y/n," Finnick's voice seemed distant with your palms over your ears, but it was there. He bent down, forcing himself into your field of view. "I have been there," he spoke, his voice calm almost shaking a little. "I blamed myself day and night, first for not doing anything and then for doing something to those, who chose to hurt me willingly over and over again."

"I felt like I was nothing. Worse than nothing. I hated myself, I hated my life, I hated my mother for giving birth to me because if she hadn't, I wouldn't have to be here in the first place."

Finnick closed his mouth, the damning silence falling on the both of you, his words echoing in the room like a curse.

You looked up, tears in your eyes again. You were scared. Beyond scared. But when you looked into Finnick's eyes, despite the salty tears watering them, they were calm just like the ocean after a storm. When everything finally quiets down.

"Do not blame yourself for picking up the rest of human dignity you saved for yourself and standing up. Do not blame yourself for what you have done to protect your life, hoping it would give you what you were asking for. Do not blame yourself for winning, because you will have to live with it whether you like it or not. Blame those who put you into that position." He talked slowly, every word rolling down his tongue like a prayer he told himself once. Maybe he still did to this day. You nodded, swallowing the rest of the tears down to your core. He was right. The blame had to be shifted because that was exactly what this cycle was feeding on. Victors haunted by the blame, by the guilt, by the grief. The hurt, hurting others. You wrapped your arms around him.

"Please do not leave me again."

. . . . .

"Did you know Katniss and Peeta also faked their relationship?" Finnick said, ending the silence in which you were lying on the bed, your head on his chest as the hand around your shoulders brushed your hair. "What?" You mumbled. "Snow told me. He said he thought I just jumped on the opportunity to win me some love and peace with another star-struck lovers story." Your chests rose in sync. You looked up at him. "Snow told you?" You're eyes widened.

"We..." Finnick fell quiet for a while. A strand of your hair got tangled in his fingers.

"We have a history, me and him. One day I will tell you. I'm sorry." He whispered the apology, his body shaking a little. "What are you sorry for?" You asked, your gaze fixed on something in front of you as if looking miles away. "For not being ready. For dragging you into this. I never should have fallen for this trap. Never should have believed it for a second." He shook his head, burying his face in your hair, and placing a kiss into it. "I will never ever leave you again."

"I'm sorry too." You spoke. "I cause trouble wherever I go. I deceive. But one day I will tell you. I have a history as well." You spoke, earning a tight smile from Finnick. He let his mind wonder to the man he found by your door, when he first rushed in. He was cut deeply, way worse than you. But that didn't mean anything. You were protecting yourself and that was enough for him. But the questions, especially one you haven't answered. What happened? He had to shut them out. At least for now.

"I have to talk to them one day," Finnick chuckled. "Katniss and Peeta. Ask them, how they did it."

"You're not mad at them?"

"A bit? Yes. They fooled us all while signing their death wish. But they are the same as me and you. Just victors, nothing else. Bunch of kids, thrown to arena, doing all it takes to win." "Yes, I know that feeling." You chuckled to yourself.  Finnick hummed, his thoughts taking him back to Snow. He was so angry when Snow told him about Katniss and Peeta. He was angry at them that he became a fool, just like the rest of the Capitol. He also remembered the smile playing on the president's face. Maybe that's what Snow wanted the whole time. He wanted to make him mad at other victors. First by picking him as one of his servants. Now by pouring honey into Finnick's ears. Hiding behind the shadows of his lies.

And what about you? Could you really kill him in his sleep one day, or was it just one of Snow's deceits. The deceitful victor. Finnick never saw your games. He just heard the rumours he chose to ignore, due to his own encounters with you. They were different than the stories knitted around you. And who was he to judge your way of surviving when it was your fight and not his?

But lately there was also this other thing.

He cared for you.

He cared for you, way more than he realised. It was weakness, now that Snow knew. But it was also strength, now that he had you with him again. One day, he will tell you how he feels. Maybe you will feel it too. For now he just had to try for a world, where feelings could exist in the first place.

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[allisluv]

Lucy gray helping reader with depression?

thank you so much for your request anon! 1k words.

pairing: lucy gray baird x fem!reader

content warnings: seasonal depression, lack of self-care, reader is going through it :(((((, lucy gray being sweet, use of petnames, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst, not proofread so i apologise for any mistakes

November hits you like a tonne of bricks. 

It creeps up on you, slowly but surely, like water seeping through cracks in the ceiling. The days grow darker and the leaves turn a crunchy golden colour as you sink further and further into the comfort of your white satin sheets. Your body feels weighed down, like it’s made out of lead. 

It’s been like this for a little over two weeks and part of you knows it’s only going to get worse as the nights grow bitter with cold. Your body is tired but unfortunately, you can’t afford the luxury of sleep– it’s impossible to shut your mind off. 

Lucy Gray understands. You don’t know how, but she does. 

She pads across the wooden floors in her bare feet and opens the blinds. A whine of protest escapes your throat. “I know, sugar,” she coos, slipping under the duvet with you. 

She smells like lavender and you nuzzle your face into the warmth of her neck. Lucy Gray pulls you closer by the waist and tangles her legs with yours. You haven’t showered in a while but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her fingers thread through the knots in your hair. “How are you feeling?” 

You mumble out an incoherent answer and she hums in understanding. “That’s okay. Why don’t we do something fun today?” She feels you frown against her skin. “I’ve got all the ingredients to make that blueberry pie you love.” There’s a gentle lilt to her voice. “If you wanted, I could do the baking and you could look pretty all snuggled up on the couch. What do you think?” 

You weigh up the options in your head. Part of you doesn’t want to move. Part of you knows that you have to do something. “Okay.” Your hot breath tickles her neck as you sigh in defeat. “I think I need a shower but I don’t feel up to it.” 

Lucy Gray smiles. “I have an idea.” You glance up at her. “Why don’t I run some nice hot water in the sink and you can just wash yourself with a damp towel? That way you can sit on the toilet seat while you’re doing it.”

“Can you sit with me?”

“Of course I can, darlin’.”

“Not just yet, though. Wanna stay here for a minute,” you whisper softly, burying your face in the violet lace of her nightgown. Lucy Gray doesn’t miss a beat; she tugs you even closer and, as if on instinct, you melt under her touch. 

Time isn’t a priority when you’re wrapped in your girlfriend’s arms. Her touch warms your insides and you can feel her heartbeat thudding steadily against the place where you rest your cheek on her chest. 

It must take at least an hour before you’re ready to move. You start out small, rubbing your fists into your eyes and sitting up. Lucy Gray coaxes you into stretching and once you are up on your feet, she’s intertwining your fingers and guiding you towards the bathroom. 

Lucy Gray doesn’t leave much up to you; she just tells you to sit down and relax as she lets the hot water from the faucet run into the sink. She settles on the tiles by your feet, her hand resting on your bouncing knee. 

Your hands tremble as you pull a towel off the rack. If it was anyone else, they would’ve belittled you for being unable to do something as small as washing yourself. But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Lucy Gray, so in very Lucy Gray fashion, she offers you a reassuring smile and says, “‘m so proud of you, honey.”

That alone nearly makes you burst into tears. Your bottom lip wobbles and she gives your knee a gentle squeeze, a silent reminder that she’s right there in that dark place with you. You suck in a deep breath through your mouth and steady your hands. 

The warm water feels good against your damp and clammy skin, like you’re washing away the sadness, somehow. 

Lucy Gray rambles on about the Covey and how there will be more people flocking to the Hob to see their performance now that the cold has settled in District Twelve. You know that she’s only talking to keep you distracted from the task at hand, but it seems to be working, so you don’t complain. 

By the time you’ve finished, she has successfully managed to keep your mind busy. She kisses the crown of your head and leads you back into your shared bedroom. She lays out your softest nightgown and helps you dress into it, tapping you playfully on the nose when your head pokes out of the top.

She carefully brushes the knots out of your matted hair, taking care to check in and make sure she’s not hurting you. As much as you hate to admit it, you do feel a bit better. “Can we go make breakfast now? I’m hungry.”

Lucy Gray beams and turns you around to face her. Her dark hair falls into her eyes and she’s quick to sweep it to the side. She’s so used to you mumbling that you don’t feel well, so hearing that you’re hungry is like hearing that The Hunger Games have just ended. “Sugar, we can do anything you want.” 

“Can we go for a nap afterwards?” 

She pecks your lips. “Honey, if you eat something, we can nap all damn week.” You plod to your feet and just as you’re reaching the door, she grabs you by the hand. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too. Thanks for not giving up on me.” 

Lucy Gray’s brows furrow. “I wouldn’t dream of it, honey. I’m in it for the long haul. Now, how do pancakes sound?”

[dropitpunk]

how intimacy with coriolanus snow looks like

cw: nsfw, coryo x gn!reader, mentions of self pleasure and oral sex, a very jealous man.

he definitely likes to be around you and to know your whereabouts all the time.

coryo doesn't shy away from being naked in front of you or showering together, and is very comfortable just being watched by you.

he's comfortable in your presence, so you can expect silent walks in the city or his honed eyes staring wordlessly at you.

coryo needs to have his hands on you someway, he will be playing with your hair or squeezing your thigh under the table.

a dangerous and constant hand on the small of your back, almost the swell of your ass, bordering the inappropriate when you two are in public.

he loves the way you smell everywhere.

"coryo, stop." you giggled with flushed cheeks as his nose went down your thighs. tongue leaving wet traces on your skin, sharp teeth marking immaculate flesh.

"you smell so good," he stopped when he reached your inner thighs, looking up at you with shimmering eyes. "makes me wanna fuck you all day. give you no time to recover."

his soft lips kissed your skin with care, preparing you for what was to come. "I swear I can smell you from my office, ready for me."

loves having a hand under your pants when you're reading before bed, teasing you and making you stutter your words.

"go on, what's the name of the next chapter again?" coryo smiles, a wicked glint in his beautiful eyes. he keeps a light hand on you while the other finds the way to his own shorts, already devouring you in his head.

he touches himself shamelessly, hard chest glistening in the dim light as his hand works on his cock. you try not to look, but he dares you in so many ways.

when you give up, he's smiling, both hands wet from yours and his arousal.

teaches you how to give him a good blowjob.

"you know I'm big, why do you keep your jaw so tense?" he caresses your face to prove his point, copious amounts of drool running down your chin.

"i'm sorry," you whine when the pressure from his hand on your head eases up, allowing you to search for air. you don't realize you're crying until you feel his fingers cleaning your tears, smiling down at you like an owner would to his pet.

"it's okay, you're learning." the hand forces your head down again, and this time you can take all of it in your throat.

coryo always gives you bedroom eyes after you kiss. it can be an innocent peck before he leaves for work, but he will find a way to make you embarrassed.

actually frowns if you mention a man that isn't him. he's easily jealous.

"you can't actually be mad at me. let's just talk, please." he brings your hand to his chest, pleading eyes winning your heart and making your anger subdue.

"there was no reason for you to lose your temper. he was just being polite." you reason, he rolls his eyes.

"and he waited for me to be away from you to be polite?" he scoffs at your words and you free your hand from his hold, looking away.

"you need to learn to control yourself, coriolanus." your voice is a bit shaky, insecure.

his heart aches at the emotion in your tone, but guilt is not what overcomes him.

but trust, you will never go to bed angry at him. he will make sure of that.

coryo makes sure you go to sleep laying on his chest and when you wake up you need to be next to him.

coriolanus is very protective of you and your health and if you're feeling unwell he will do everything in his power to make you feel better.

feeding you soup? just sit down and open your mouth. bathing you? he will spend minutes and minutes making sure the water is perfect for you. brushing your teeth and drying your hair? he's on it already.

when your relationship is in a more advanced stage, he insists on picking out your clothes. you question it, he answers is just a detail, to make sure you look your best. you're his property, his doll.

coryo doesn't hide secrets from you, except the ones that can harm you.

a/n: can we be normal challenge

[phantomamour]

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥

coriolanus snow x gn!reader

cw// i made an attempt at an in-character coryo so possessiveness, maybe some darker thoughts, and arranged marriage!!

Coriolanus Snow hadn’t thought marrying for love was an option… if he could call what he felt for you “love”. But the night you had finally moved into his penthouse, he felt almost an uncomfortable amount of joy, something he didn’t quite recognize in himself anymore. Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was just the thought of having you close at all times. He had gotten used to having you at his side during the numerous galas he had to attend since Dr. Gaul had arranged for you to marry him. However, leaving you at the end of the night had grown harder over the months leading up to your inevitable wedding. Now, you would be forever in his sights.

You hadn’t come from a poor family necessarily. Nothing like the districts, of course. But when Dr. Gaul had approached your father about arranging for you to marry the soon-to-be new President, you knew your family would only see the dollar signs attached to such an agreement. You didn’t mind it, wanting to provide for your family and the thought of finding that “one true love” that the fairytales of your childhood talked about seemed all too unlikely. You knew that Coriolanus would have you taken care of whether or not he loved you. 

You found yourself enjoying his company more than you had expected. His arm wrapped snuggly around your waist at the various events you were asked to attend felt familiar after the first few times. It left you wanting more when you would part at the end of the night. But “more” felt just as out of reach as the fairytale love you used to dream of growing up. That was until Coryo made the request for you to move in a month before the wedding. 

The invitation came as a shock to you, not having expected him to want to spend more time with you than necessary until you two were married. But that didn’t deter the small bit of hope in your chest that he did want just that: more time with you. You pondered over the idea that he was sizing you up in a way, seeing what changes you would make to his routine and finding ways to either adjust or call off the marriage altogether. Though your heart still beat harder at the thought that he could want you with him at all times. 

His penthouse was nicer than any place your family had lived in the capital. You had always been well off but never as much as Coryo so clearly was from the second you arrived. Coriolanus had already shown you to your designated bedroom before heading out to instruct an avox on where to put all of your belongings. Your feet had led you down the hall and into the much larger bedroom before you could stop yourself. His bedroom alone may have been the size of nearly the entire first floor of your parent’s townhouse. The bed took up most of the space, surprisingly; you were almost certain you’d never seen a bed that big before, and suddenly, the idea of laying in it one day with Coryo sent a shiver down your spine. You two wouldn’t have to cramp together by any means. You’d have all the room in the world together. 

His bathroom was a whole other beast of a room to look at. Compared to the small closet of a bathroom you had in your parent’s house, Coryo’s could be considered a mansion with its marble countertops and huge walk-in shower. The grandeur of it all aligned perfectly with his demeanor. You could picture him standing in front of the large mirror for an hour, ensuring that every last strand of hair was perfectly in place before he would be photographed that day. You looked over to the small vanity not far from the sink and pictured yourself sitting there while he groomed himself, watching fondly and still wearing the shirt of his you wore to bed. You weren’t sure where such a vivid imagination had blossomed from in your head, but you found it hard to complain at the warmth it gave you in your chest. 

Your eyes were drawn to the shower head hanging from the ceiling, a rain shower. Your parents said they once had one before needing to change their financial priorities with the addition of children. You let your curiosity get the best of you as you stepped into the shower, the white tiles lit up by a small light just outside the door. The water flowed down on top of you unexpectedly, having not paid attention to where you were when you turned the knob, and you panicked when trying to turn it back didn’t stop it. Coriolanus walked into his bedroom when you weren’t still in your room; his attention immediately pulled to the sound of running water in the other room.

“What are you doing in-” He cut himself off, seeing you trying to twist the knob every which way to get the water to stop before you looked over. A chuckle made its way out of his mouth, unfamiliar but far more comfortable than he had expected it to be, as he saw your hair sticking down to your wet forehead. You looked at him like a deer in headlights, a look he wasn’t unused to after his stint as the gamemaker before switching to politics. But he didn’t want you to look at him like that. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him; he wanted you to feel empowered next to him. He would be sure that you could rule Panem alongside him rather than be a useless trophy he used to win the election. He knew that would just take some semblance of softness to coax out of you; he needed you to be comfortable to reach your full potential as his partner.

So he decided to give you just that as he ran toward the shower, nudging you aside to reach the handle, only to stop as he thought over how to win this small game Dr. Gaul had given him with your arrangement. He didn’t need to love you, although he couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in his chest that he just might. He just needed to care about you, something he knew he could do, and show you that he did. Before you could think much about him stopping, he turned you to look at him, water running down his cheeks as his own hair started to soak through. His curls would show when his hair dried, but he couldn’t bother spending the effort to think about that as he cupped your face.

“May I?” he uttered, sounding all too expectant that you’d say yes, but how could you not? Not after so many galas in which he had kept you safe by his side, so many speeches he gave about the way he hoped he’d be able to protect his family as president, and the way that from the moment you entered his penthouse, he ensured you could remember exactly where you were. Maybe your comfort with him wasn’t so much love as it was feeling protected. Maybe protection would be more than enough for you. 

“Yes.” It came out breathless, almost desperate, in a way that made him smirk before pulling you in. He was winning. There wasn’t a fight to be had, but he knew that if there was, he would come out on top, as Snows always did. The moment his lips connected with yours, it was like the world paused for even just a moment. The water fell down his back as he backed you into the wall. You would have thought it would feel like a trap, like a rabbit walking right into the arrow, but rather, you felt quite safe. 

Maybe you two didn’t need love. Maybe you just needed the other in a way that felt as easy as breathing clean air. He needed your gentleness, and you needed his fierceness. Perhaps love would come more naturally later. But until then, you melted into him, lips moving in sync as he kissed you like you were the only air in the room. Like the oxygen in your lungs was his to take, and he convinced himself plenty of times that it was. He was going to be your husband; you were his now, every part of you.

“Coriolanus-” you whined as he pulled away, wanting to get a good look at you. His eyes couldn’t pick a place to land, going from your swollen lips to your eyes to watching the way your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath. He brought a hand up to gently wipe the hair out of your eyes that had moved back down in the commotion of his lips against yours. His lips traveled down your jaw to your neck, just barely kissing the skin as he felt the way your breath stilled at the feeling. When he finally pressed a firmer kiss into the crook of your neck, your back arched off the shower wall, the smallest of moans slipping past your lips. His hand was quick to gently press you back against the wall, softly resting on your ribs, feeling the way you nearly struggled to take each shaky breath.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” It should scare you how easily you said yes in response. It should make you feel gross the way his words sound so possessive rather than loving. But you’re not scared; you’re not even a little terrified at the way you’re willing to give your life over to him. You’re his. It’s as simple as that, as simple as the “I do” you know you’ll be saying in a month. It feels natural like that. You slip into place in his life, his talons sinking deep into your sides to keep you there. But rather than bleeding out, you grew the same thorns he has from the touch.

[etfrin]

SUB AND VIRGIN CORYO REAL LETS GOOOOO

hehe <3 here's a teaser, just a bit more of it is left to write

Worries | Coriolanus Snow | teaser | 18+

unedited | btw this is gn/afab reader <3

[wpdarlingpan]

will you do a platonic yandere older brother coriolanis (I think that’s how u spell it lol) snow x a sibling! reader ? and he kidnapped them? also it can be fem or gn. have a good day/night!!

I love this idea! And thank you so much I also hope you have a good day/night.

I’m open to doing a part 2 since this is somewhat short if enough people like this storyline. I’m curious on where it could go.

His Little Snowflake ❄️

Platonic Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Younger Sister

Female Pronouns

Word count: 1.1 K

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, mentions of murder

Coriolanus wasn’t an only child, albeit he was the oldest. He had a little sister named Y/N. She wasn’t as known as he was, after all he was the heir to the snow name and ‘fortune’ so it wasn’t up to her to preserve the name.

When Corio found out he was going to have a little sibling, he was indigent. He knew he would keep all of the rights being the oldest but the idea of having to share with a sibling was torture in his mind.

That was until he saw them.

His mother died in childbirth after having the baby. When his father came home with her, he was prepared to loath the baby that took away his mother, even if she wasn’t the best one.

But one look into the baby’s eyes something shifted.

Corio was the one to look after his sister when his father passed away.

Tigres would always offer to help while Grand’mam claimed she was too old to care for her.

He didn’t care, this was His sibling. His responsibility. His little snowflake.

When the 10th annual hunger games began and he was forced to mentor, it took up some time. With having to write the proposal for the Doctor and being a mentor to Lucy Gray he barely had time for his little sister. He blamed everyone else for the situation. If a teacher kept him after class? That teacher would have something unfortunate happen to them.

He could just give up but he was obsessed with his little sister getting the life she deserved so he had to win the money by any means possible.

Everyday when he got home from all of his duties, he’d go to her room.

“Corio!” She squealed happily running into his open arms. She would jump as high as she could to try and wrap her arms around his neck but it would often end up with him having to bend over as she wrapped around him like a koala.

���Hello Snowflake, I miss you today.” Thats what he’d always say. That fact that he missed her was true but he would also say it to prompt her to say it back. After all didn’t she miss him just as much?

“I missed you too!” Then she’d ramble about her day to him. Not noticing as his scowl as she talked about her friends since the second she’d look up at him he’d change it to a soft smile.

All you needed was each other and he firmly believed that. Maybe Tigres on the occasion when absolutely necessary but she was a cousin. You are his little sister.

“You need to distance yourself from them, it sounds like they are bad influences”

“That doesn’t sound very nice of them, I think you should stop talking to them.”

“A boy? You’re too young. They’ll old hurt you. Do you want to be hurt? Don’t you trust me?”

Those are just a few things he’d say to try and turn the favor back to him through gaslighting and guilt tripping. Of course it always worked. Y/N loved her older brother, she couldn’t not trust him.

With all of the cheating Coriolanus did to make Lucy Gray win it wasn’t that much of a surprise he was caught, at least to everyone else but him. He was too focused on winning that the idea of getting caught was child’s play.

Now they wanted to take him away from you. He simply couldn’t allow that to happen. The idea of not seeing you every minute was distressing to him but for 10 years as he is sent away to the districts? He would kill everyone in his path back to the capital.

So in order to prevent that he did what he does best, manipulate.

First of all he had to get Y/N.

~*~

Bursting into her room he saw her where she usually was, sitting at her desk coloring.

“Y/N!” He spoke urgently as he ran around to pack some clothes “Get ready. We need to leave.”

Y/N saw the panicked look on his face he tried to hide, making her panic about what was happening. Or course she wasn’t told about his treachery, he would murder whoever painted him in anything other than a perfect light to his little sister.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain later, we are going away for awhile.”

“What about Tigres? Grand’mam?”

“They are staying here.”

She was in shock, leaving her family? Her young mine couldn’t process the fact even if she would be with her older brother. It was natural to be scared of change.

And this would change everything.

“I can’t leave them!” Coriolanus was delusional and would hope they would accept to leaving but he planned for the rare possibility of them not.

“Please don’t make me do this the hard way. You want to be with your older brother right? It’s the two of us against the world remember?” She nodded with tears in her eyes as she hugged her little tiger stuffed animal “I have to leave, and I’m not leaving without you. I love you.”

“But-but” Y/N began to stutter out but Corio knew he was losing a lot of time. So he grabbed some sleeping powder he found in Dr. Volumnia’s office and lightly blew it into her face as he caught her as she began to sway on her feet.

“What’s happening-“

“You’ll be okay I swear, we will be okay. We just need to go away for awhile.”

~*~

He somehow convinced everyone he came across that he was allowed to bring her with him. Sure it took some convincing for some but the way he could talk circles around people make them give in pretty quickly.

Then he paid the transfer worker money to send him to district 12.

In no way did he trust Lucy Gray with his little sister, but he didn’t want you to see him killing people nor did he want her left alone for any of those district people to get ahold of and poison her little mind. But he didn’t have a choice so he had to go to the person who is his only option. After all her oh so kind heart wouldn’t allow her to get hurt. That is if Lucy Gray was still alive.

When Y/N woke up she was in the arms of her brother as he brought her into his individual room in the barracks due to his higher standing.

“Where are we?”

“Welcome to district 12 my little snowflake. Nothing can get between us now.”

And he meant it. Even if it meant getting a few people killed along the way and sending his best friend to the hanging tree after he suggested she return back to the capital.

[msmk11]

Here for the party!

🍾 Coriolanus Smow, Trope 34(Kissing in the rain), Angst and Fluff!!

And: Omg I loved the “Forget it!” blurb so much for Coriolanus snow and was wondering if you could turn it into a one shot! I’d be curious of what would happen next!! Or just more Coriolanus snow one shots!! <<33

A/n: Thank you for coming to the party and for the shot, lovely. I decided to combine this ask with a request for a part two of a previous Coryo blurb, but it can absolutely be read on its own! Hope you enjoy :)

I Love You, I'm Sorry

Coriolanus Snow x gn!reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: angst; hurt/comfort; Coriolanus is a bit physically aggressive but not violent

Summary: can be seen as a part two to this, but it can also be a standalone: Despite how absent he's been, your husband begs you to give him another chance.

The sky seems to know that the end of your relationship is here. It too is crying like you, the raindrops fat and heavy like your tears. They pour down on you relentlessly as you rip open the front door of your home and stumble outside, desperate to run somewhere, anywhere. You can barely hear your husband over the splatter of rain on pavement and the shots of thunder crackling through the air, but still, you know he is calling for you. His voice is more desperate than you’ve ever heard it and you feel your insides collapsing in on itself. You kick off your irksome shoes that are slowing you down and leave them behind, just like your life. 

Unfortunately for you, Coriolanus is taller, longer, and faster, and you don’t get far down the drive before he is grabbing your wrist, long fingers a vise. The momentum sends you reeling backwards into him and he wraps his free arm around your waist, steadying you.

“Coriolanus, let go!” you cry out, struggling against him to break free again.

“Stop,” he grits out, “stop.”

You pry at his fingers but they don’t budge and you scream through your teeth, frustrated, “Coriolanus. Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

He manhandles you to face him, grip just as tight on your waist as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. The look in his eyes is wild and panicked- almost feral. You try to shake your jaw free but he only pinches your face between his fingers harder, “Fuck! Ow! You’re hurting me Coriolanus.”

“Then stop fucking fighting me,” your husband orders, tone firm and unyielding. 

You don’t want to listen to him. You want to run, and to never see him again. But you also know you’re not going to win against him because he is physically bigger and stronger. Anyways, you’re not exactly sure what your plan was. You wanted to run, but where would you go in the middle of a storm with no shoes? Another crash of thunder rumbles through the sky and you tense, but at least you stop squirming. Lightning follows shortly after and it lights up the night sky, so that you can see Coriolanus’ face better. His blonde hair is matted to his forehead, he’s panting heavily, and his blue eyes are even more intense than usual. 

He sees that you’ve stopped fighting, but he doesn’t loosen his grip, “let’s talk inside.”

“No.”

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn,” the blonde grunts, trying to yank you towards the house.

You dig your bare heels into the pavement, ignoring the way they painfully scratch against the ground, “No, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. It’s the least you owe me.”

Coriolanus huffs and frustratedly pushes his now wet mop of hair back away from his eyes, “It’s storming. It doesn’t make sense to stay out here. We’re gonna get sick, or struck by lightning.”

“My way or no way, final offer.”

He lets out a sigh as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, “fine.” 

Coriolanus digs around in his pocket and pulls out your wedding ring- the one you had thrown at him less than ten minutes ago, “put this back on.”

You shake your head stubbornly and push his hand away.

“Sweetheart, please,” he begs, and his voice sounds so broken, “don’t push me away. I made a mistake, but…but don’t let that be the reason our marriage is over.”

Your hands are trembling and you bite your quivering lip, trying to bite back the tears threatening to spill, “This isn’t just because of one mistake, Coriolanus. This is due to a year of negligence.”

“I know I’ve been gone I’m just-”

“Busy, I know,” you answer dryly, “It’s just not a good enough excuse anymore. If you think that your career is more important than your wife, then this isn’t going to work. I’m not asking you to give it all up, but to just be there more. I miss my husband. The Coryo I used to know.”

“I’m doing it for us and-”

“No, Coriolanus. You’re doing it for you. For your success and happiness. I just want to love you and be loved.”

The dam breaks and your tears start to spill. Your hands that are smushed against his chest start to bang the toned muscle, “what did I do wrong?! Why did you disappear? Am I not enough?”

The sobs are ugly and loud, more like wailing, and your knees are weak beneath you. Coriolanus’ grip grows impossibly stronger, but he doesn’t stop you from hitting him either. He strokes the back of your head, “let it out, darling. I deserve this, I deserve it all.”

“Why don’t you love me anymore?”

“I do,” he answers immediately. 

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

Although it’s pointless with the rain pouring down over the both of you, Coriolanus still wipes away the tears spilling out of your red-rimmed eyes. He chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully before taking a deep breath, “I push everyone away. It’s not personal, apparently. I throw myself into my work because it’s the only reliable thing. The only thing I’ve always had.”

Your heart breaks for him, even if you’re desperately angry with your husband, “Coriolanus, I’m right here. I’ve been right here this whole time. I’m only trying to leave because you made things this way.”

His own eyes fill with tears and he turns away, trying to hide from you. You catch his chin and force him to look at you once more, “don’t hide from me. No more running Coriolanus. You’re going to face this.”

“I’m sorry,” the blonde mutters, over and over again.

Your husband sinks to both his knees on the wet pavement and another rumble of thunder booms above. He bunches the fabric by your hips and rests his head on your stomach, “I’m so sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but please give me another chance. I love you, I’m sorry. I’ve made a mistake. But- don’t give up on me. We can- we can survive this.”

You tilt his chin up to look at you and you hold his gaze intently. You search for any sign of deceit, but you only see regret.

He’s still muttering the same words over and over “I love you, I’m sorry.”

You sink down onto your knees, so the two of you are level once again. You slip the diamond ring from between his clenched fingers and put it back on your own.

“I forgive you,” you sigh, and then you kiss him passionately, as the rain continues to fall upon you both.

[beybaldes]

i swam a lake of fire, I’d have walked across the floor of any sea

masterlist

Sejanus plinth x gn!reader

summary: While you don’t enjoy being in the arena, you’d spend the rest of your life there if it meant you were there with him.

warnings: okay I wrote a second part lol but can definitely be read as a stand-alone fic, loosely accurate but not like word for word scene for scene or anything, I typed Coriolanus about 7000 times for this and it doesn’t feel like a real word anymore, slightly angsty once again but fluff I promise! title is hozier unreal/nth

an: dear all my Ted lasso mutuals that may be seeing this, the gods have struck me with inspiration but for this man and this man only, Roy Kent will one day renter my heart and when I do you will get 10 million fics, I love you all dearly

Only hours ago you were sat on the steps of the academy, not an inch of space between you and Sejanus, him alive and breathing and right in front of you. And now, Dr Gaul was on the other end of the phone line, telling you that Mrs Plinth and Coriolanus Snow were on their way to pick you up, and that the three of you were to go to the arena and get Sejanus the hell out of there.

If you knew him any less, you’d say you didn’t know what got into him, but this was exactly who Sejanus was. You had no doubt in your mind that he had snuck his way in there for Marcus, for something that only he could understand; it’s why you hung up the phone without another word and practically ran down to the street, waiting for Mrs Plinths car to come for you.

Within a minute of you getting to the curb, a long, sleek, black car pulled up in front of you, and Coriolanus Snow came out of it, holding the door open for you and gesturing for you to get inside. You’d never seen him so gentlemanly. Sure, he was always polite, especially to others at the academy, but it always held a limit. A condition.

“Thank you, Coryo.” Coriolanus was startled by the three little words. You’d never called him Coryo before. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, or maybe Sejanus’s use of it over the years was starting to wear you down and warm you up to the blond.

As you entered the car, you moved to sit directly next to Sejanus’s ‘Ma’ reaching and taking her hand in your own. “It’s going to be okay Mrs Plinth. We’ll get him out of there.” Her grip on your hand tightened with each second you got closer to the arena, just like Sejanus’s had hour earlier when the two of you were sat side by side in the safety of the academy. He definitely had his mothers smile and tenderness, and ability to ease your worrying soul just by being in her presence.

The rest of the car ride went in tense silence, no one daring to say a word until you had seen that Sejanus was alive and well, and out of the arena. Gaul and the peacekeepers had no problem all but shoving you and Coriolanus into the arena upon your arrival, the two of you gripping onto each other in mutual fear as you walked yourself into what could be your deaths.

Silence filled the arena, and it seemed as though all of the tributes had gone into hiding for the night. For all you knew Sejanus, kneeled in the middle of the room beside Marcus’s body, was the only living thing here.

As the two of you neared him, Coriolanus’s foot hit a stone, making just enough noise to startle Sejanus, who jumped as he turned around, thinking this might finally be his end. Upon seeing you and Coryo, he turned back to Marcus, letting out a breath of relief. “I thought they’d send in my Ma.”

“She’s outside, waiting for you.” You stepped forward before Coriolanus could say a word, not allowing his nerves of being in the arena to let him speak to Sejanus in a harsh tone. Sure, coming into the arena was stupid, of course it was, but that thought didn’t dare cross your mind right now. All that mattered was him. “Sejanus, what are you doing here?”

“I’m making sure Marcus has enough food to get to the afterlife with.” Sejanus explained softly, his head hung low and eyes unmoving from Marcus’s still body. “It’s a tradition, in district two, to make sure they don’t go hungry. I can’t let him go hungry.”

A clang could be heard in the distance, the children from the districts slowly beginning to stir around the amphitheatre after the noise made by you and Coriolanus emerging through the barricades. You knelt by Sejanus’s side, taking his hands briefly in your own.

“That’s beautiful, you’re beautiful, but we need to leave.” Your hands were once again against Sejanus’s face, cradling his cheek and frantically pushing his curls out of his eyes. His brow creased, confused with the whole situation before him; he thought you knew how important this would be to him, that you’d let him stay, stay with him even.

“But you were right.” Oh God. What had you said to make Sejanus think that this was a good idea, an idea at all? If Sejanus was to die in here you’d never forgive yourself. “I have to go where the cameras are. I have to do this.”

“Sejanus, no.” Tears threatened to pool at your waterline, knowing that what you’d said only hours ago could’ve led Sejanus to his death if he hadn’t been spotted sooner. “Not like this. Please.”

He went to fight against it, knowing that if he wanted to make change his best chance was from here, at the heart of the problem, but he never got the chance, you cutting him off before he could even begin to speak. “Gaul has cut the cameras, if you die in here she will just pretend that you died of the flu. There are better ways to make change, and I know you can and you will.” Closing what distance there was left between the two of you, you rested your forehead against his. Would anything be enough to get him to leave with you now? “You will be the change you want to see in this cruel world, Sejanus, but not in here, not like this.”

Despite the loud clanging of metal against the concrete floors of the arena, you kept your head pressed firmly against his, running your thumb across the apple of his cheek in hopes he’d leave the arena with you now, before things had the chance to get worse. As the clanging of metal got louder, and Lamina, the girl from 7, began to rise from her slumber above you, Coriolanus stepped closer to the two of you, moving away from where he had been keeping watch.

“Sejanus please, we need to go.” No sooner than Coriolanus had got the words out, Bobbin, the boy from 8, came charging at the three of you from the darkness, a large, machete-like blade in hand. Coriolanus reached out for your hand as you reached out for Sejanus’s, the three of you breaking into a sprint in hopes to escape the tribute before he could hurt any of you. The whole run he was hot on your feet, swinging his sword carelessly in hopes he’d land a hit on one of you. And as you jumped over the barriers, ready to rush for the gate, you thought you’d gotten away scrape and scratch free, however, Sejanus’s knee caught against the turnstile, sending him crashing to the floor while you and Coriolanus landed on your feet.

“Sejanus!” Without hesitation you turned back for him, coming to his side and reaching to help him up, but before you could lay a hand on him, Bobbin swung for you, slashing your arm from shoulder to elbow over the barricade. “Fuck.”

Coriolanus had grabbed a plank from the rubbled floor, swinging at Bobbin in an attempt to get him to back away from the three of you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Your arm, your arm.” Sejanus gasped, his hand flat over the wound as if he could heal it with his touch. “This is my fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” You repeated, pulling Sejanus to his feet and slinging his arm over your shoulder while you wrapped your arm around his waist. As you turned to see if Coriolanus was still alive, you were met with the sight of him pummelling the tribute to death, blood coating the concrete floor. You don’t think you’re ever going to forget the sight of Coriolanus snow heaving in breaths as he stared down at the dead child. The child he’d killed. Though right now you didn’t have time to dwell on it, Coral and her gang running directly towards you, weapons in hand and ready to slice. Coriolanus jumped across the barrier in one swift movement, coming to Sejanus’s other side to help practically drag him through the tunnel and out of the gate. “Open the gate! Open the gate!”

“Open the gate!” Coriolanus yelled, the gate opening just enough that the three of you could get out to the other side, and closing immediately after, Coral and her team trapped on the other side of the gate as the three of you fell to the floor.

As Coriolanus stood, staring down Coral as she spat insults and threats at him, you turned to Sejanus, throwing an arm around his neck and crushing him in a tight embrace. “You’re okay, I’m okay, we’re okay.” Taking a second to breathe, you pulled yourself away from his touch, only enough that you could see his face and make sure he actually was okay. Sejanus leaned into the soft touch of your palm to his cheek, pressing a dazed kiss so delicately to the inside of your wrist. A smile curled on your lips. “We’re okay.”

“Your arm.” Sejanus started blubbering apologies, both to you and Coriolanus, not only for having to come into the arena to get him, but for the injuries you’d sustained in doing so. “I’m so sorry.”

Coriolanus just walked away from the scene, nodding at Mr and Mrs Plinth as he went to get his bloodied shoulder attended to and speak with Gaul, but you stayed with Sejanus, paying absolutely no mind to the searing burn that emitted from your shoulder as you helped him up. It could wait. You once again held him up by his waist, allowing him to put his arm around your shoulders despite the pain that seared through them at his touch, and helped him walk over to his Ma, who’s arms he fell into almost immediately.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I had to do it, I had to do it.” Mrs Plinth just ran her hand over his back, soothing his worry with each gentle touch.

“You need to get your arm bandaged up.”

“I’m fine, Coryo.” The blond had appeared beside you, shirt in his hands as he’d just been covered in bandages and gauze. His whole body appeared stiff and you weren’t sure if it was due to the fight he’d just won or the consequence of it.

“You’re not, you’re bleeding.” He stated, poking you at the breach of your wound as if to make a point. “See, that must hurt.”

“I’m fine, Coryo, seriously.” You folded your arms across your chest, stealing the expression on your face and taking in a long deep breath as though it would ease the pain and stop you from showing just how much it hurt. “Sejanus will need his knee looking at, I will get my shoulder looked at after.”

Coriolanus only scoffed, his sympathy for you extremely limited now. If you wanted to bleed to death to make sure Sejanus, who nearly gotten all three of you killed, was okay, then who was he to stop you? “Suit yourself. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Only you and Sejanus made it to the capitals hospital, his father insisting that if he was grown enough to go into the arena by himself, then he was grown enough to go to the hospital by himself. And though his Ma had insisted she come with, Strabo had made it clear she would not. While the damage to his knee hadn’t been terribly bad, it was still likely that Sejanus would feel sore and walk with a limp for a while. You hadn’t thought about the cut along your arm once the whole time, but Sejanus clearly had, distracting himself while the nurse put his knee in some kind of splint by tracing his finger along the jagged edge of your uniform, split open by the curve of Bobbins knife. The second the nurse announced she was done with sorting his knee, he made his move. “Can you look at their shoulder? It’s still bleeding.”

The nurse took one look over you, noticing the torn material of your red blazer and the deeper red of the blood that coated it, then ordered you to take off your clothes except for your undershirt, so she could tend to it. “Oh sweetheart, this looks nasty. Why didn’t you say anything sooner.”

“It’s not that bad.” However, your lie almost immediately fell through as she poured some kind of transparent, white liquid on the wound, you gasping as it made contact with your skin. Sejanus immediately reached for your hand, squeezing it and offering a channel for your pain, his other hand coming to rest against your temple, his fingers brushing back though your hair, much like you had done to him earlier in the day.

“You’re okay.” Sejanus soothed his thumb running across your cheek. “You’re okay.”

You were okay, but not because your shoulder was finally being tended to. Sejanus was safe. Alive and safe. And you didn’t plan on letting him out of your sight for as long as you possibly could. When the nurse had finished cleaning up the wound, she excused herself to go and find some gauze and a big enough roll of bandages, promising to be right back.

“Did you mean what you said?” Sejanus asked, his eyes not quite meeting yours, instead focusing on where his thumb met the skin of your cheek, it running over the slightly grazed skin. You must have scratched it against the floor when you fell. “Before? Outside the academy?” When it was clear to him that you weren’t sure of which thing you’d said that he was talking about, he let out a short laugh, rolling his eyes at you lovingly. “That you’ve… grown fond of me?”

“Sejanus…”

You didn’t get to chance to give your obvious answer - you’d only ever been honest with Sejanus, and you weren’t about to change that now - he started talking again. “Is that the reason you came to get me out of the arena?“

Slowly, as he continued to stream out endless questions in your direction, you leaned over from your seat in front of him, placing your hands either side of where he sat on the cot and placing your lips softly against his. Sejanus froze under your soft touch, entirely unsure of himself; he’d never kissed anyone before, and he’d thought so often about kissing you that it didn’t feel real. At least for a second, anyway, as when you tried to pull away at his unresponsiveness, he pushed his lips against your own, not too rushed and not too firm, one of his hands coming to rest against the small of your back.

“I have grown so much more than just fond of you, Sejanus plinth.” You pulled your lips away, smiling to yourself as he chased after your kiss. Less then an inch separated the two of you from locking lips again, and the only thing seeming to restrain Sejanus from kissing you again and again right then and there was the fact he wanted to hear what you had to say. He always did. “I’d follow you anywhere across Panem, from across the districts to the arena itself. They haven’t invented a word for what it is I feel for you yet.”

Sejanus seemed to be in a daze, his mind not quite up to speed with the rest of his body. One of his hands moved to cup your neck, and his eyes kept scanning over your face and repeatedly landed on your lips no matter how hard he tried to look elsewhere. Now that he’d kissed you, he worried the only thing that would be able to come out of his mouth would be the fact that he’d kissed you, at least until he had the fortune of kissing you again. Almost breathless and with a slightly shaky hold on you, Sejanus knew what he had to do.

“Will you kiss me again?”

an: mwah!!! Thank you for reading guys and for all the love on my other Sejanus fic/part one!! Potential third part set in the districts when Sejanus becomes a peacekeeper what do we think??

part 3: of the goodness, love, that I still carry for you out now!!

[axiina]

short drabble with a NSFW coriolanus snow hc

gn!reader x Coriolanus Snow, smut

warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || masturbation, mutual masturbation, p in v

He hates masturbation.

Coriolanus hates the idea of that and he sees that as something shameful, embarrassing, and even disgusting but only in his case. Other people who jerk off are just pathetic in his eyes. you jerk off? maybe find some bitches duh

it feels like he is some kind of a loser when he does that. he is a Snow. he can't be a loser.

He knows it's a normal thing. People have their needs, but still, it's so weird to him.

He prefers going all day painfully hard than jerking off. When Coriolanus does that eventually, he feels like he just degraded himself and tries to act like nothing happened, but he feels so stupid at the same time. He didn't need that much in the past. Sex and sexual activities weren't his problem at that moment.

maybe it's because I headcanon him as a person in the asexuality spectrum (Pookie is just like me).

sexual acts are okay to him. mutual masturbation? exciting and great, he loves it, but when he has to do this to himself? hell nah, it's degrading to him. he can have his dick buried in your hole for hours. the same is when you are jerking him off.

actually, before Coryo started dating you he had a really low libido so it wasn't much of a problem. He never was the most sexually active person but when he and you started to be a thing...well, that changed.

that's when he saw that his not-very-healthy relationship with masturbation can be a problem. Coriolanus doesn't want to act like he just wants to fuck you. no, it's just a pleasant side effect of a romantic relationship with you.

It was a long and complicated journey before he finally understood that masturbation was nothing shameful.

The first time when you told him to do this during sex Coriolanus looked at you like you just lost your mind. Nu-uh, you are here so you should do that to him and not his hand. He eventually agreed after many kisses and soft words.

That's how he ended sitting between your legs, his back pressed to your chest. His long fingers wrapped against his length. Saying that Coriolanus' cheeks were flushed, it's like you said nothing. He was blushing mess. At first, it felt weird for him, but when your hand started caressing soft skin on his chest and stomach when your other hand was touching his inner thigh, oh boy.

either way, he doesn't do that often. he prefers you and not his hand. he isn't some loser that would fuck his hand thinking about his lover after all. he is.

[writesick-lover]

Jabberjays and Mockingjays

Coriolanus Snow x reader

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Summary: You meet Coriolanus Snow during his service as a Peacekeeper in the 12th district. The 10th Hunger Games were forgotten, Lucy Gray was gone and Snow is now stuck with someone who promises a fair company. What looks like a happy ending can easily turn into an ugly betrayal. All it takes is a click of a device.

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Coriolanus Snow served his time in District 12, mostly bored out of his mind. He tried to accompany other Peacekeepers to the bar every evening in search of at least some fun, just for his eyes to find the podium and fall on the victor of the 10th Hunger Games. He gritted his teeth as Lucy Gray left the podium, performing another of her songs like always. Not a glance spared his way.

Instead, she threw herself onto a nearby chair, stuffing her mouth with a small piece of meat she got for her performance. Her fingers dug into the bone. Her lips were smeared with grease. A wave of disgust rose in him, sending shivers down his whole being. She was a victor. How could she live like this? How could she just come back and live her ordinary and poor life after what she has been through? And how could she treat him like a ghost? After what he had done for her?

While there was disgust in Snow, there was never an ounce of anger. After all, if it wasn't for Highbottom, he would be in Capitol holding his prize, knowing damn well he played the same games as she did. That's just how it was. And if Lucy Gray hadn't known how to play the game, she wouldn't have been a victor. But the game was over, Lucy Gray was rather forgotten and so was he, now stuck in the poorest district, forced to do the dirtiest work, his ego hurting every time he looked around, knowing very well he did not belong here, at least not like Sejanus seemed to.

It was a sunny day when Snow creeped out of the centre of the 12th and towards the flower-covered Meadow. His heart was beating out of his chest as his legs carried him down the hill to a lonesome tree, watching over the rest of the woods down in the alley. It was where he spoke with Lucy Gray for the last time. He came unarmed, relying on the completely abandoned stones under the tree. Yet, they weren't. Not really.

"You can go keep peace where it's actually wanted," a voice from above made him jump up. His right hand immediately reached for the absent belt on his hips. He almost forgot he didn't bring his gun, didn't think he needed it. As his eyes slowly scanned the tree trunk from the roots to the branches, he noticed a sly smirk flashing between the greenery of the tree's leaves. The intruder seemed to be amused by his scare. He couldn't help but frown in confusion as a disobedient smirk already sat on his lips. How did he not notice?

"Got you good, huh?" the person spoke once again, now their voice coming from in front of him, accompanied by an intentionally loud thud that made him jump once again, this time his palm reaching for his heart.

His widened eyes scanned the person that now stood steadily on the ground, already knowing they had to be from the Covey. The pieces of colourful fabric that covered their body, matched with the green of the forest and the occassional bright colour of the flowers. The crown on their head was made of early dandelions. And the fact that no one in their right mind except the Covey would dare to stray so far away from the District's centre, gave Coriolanus a clear answer who this person was.

But Coriolanus knew he was an exception as well. He also dared to stray this far away.

"Do you greet everyone like this?" he breathed out the air he was holding in his lungs up until now.

"No, just lost peacekeepers who seem to get in the way," you shrugged, already taking him in from head to toe. No weapons, but white hair cut into a buzzcut which would sort him into the peacekeeper's family immediately, if his uniform wasn't giving that out already. It made you scoff.

"You shouldn't be here," the peacekeeper's voice broke the silence. "I could call the others if I wanted to," he threatened, but it only made you laugh out loud, your melodic laughter catching the attention of the birds around.

"What's so funny?" you looked back at the man in front of you, only to find his composure completely serious, almost as if he meant everything he said. "You cannot do anything here," you spoke, the giggles still hearable in your voice. "You shouldn't be here as well,"

"But neither should you," the blond repeated once again.. "Covey is way lower in the alley, you barely come here,"

"They barely do. Let's say I come here a bit more, alone," your voice got lost in the breeze around you as your last few words turned into a whisper. Nevertheless, you straightened up your posture, waiting for the peacekeeper's next words, ready to flee if needed.

"Coriolanus Snow," was what came from between his lips. Your eyes widened. "That's my name," Coriolanus felt like he had to explain, based on your confused expression. "Y/n," you let out, not believing your own ears. A mischievous smile painted his lips, "Well, Y/n, what now? I like to come here alone too,"

If someone had told you a peacekeeper would accompany you through your days in the Meadow, you would laugh into their face. There was no way. But Coriolanus turned out to be different. He started to talk to you about how it was in the Capitol. You started to teach him how to survive in the wild. 

"Don't eat that!" you scolded him once as you walked through the trees, hiding from the hot flames of the sun's beams. "That's nightlock! You could be dead in a minute," you found yourself screaming, smearing the juice of the berries on his hands, trying to get rid of the deadly fruit.

"I... didn't know. They looked like the berries you showed me the other day," he said, stunned, staring at the dark purple on his hands.

"They do, but they are not. Let's get you cleaned," you grabbed his hand, the paint smearing your hand too. You dragged him deeper into the woods, the trees thickening. But they were no escape from the hotness now, its source coming from your hands intertwined together, his piercing gaze burning the tips of your ears.

You soon found out you were drawn closer to the convicted ex-citizen of Capitol, and he was too, something you never imagined, even in your wildest dreams.

"If you could be anywhere but here, where would you go?" he asked you once, his curious eyes watching you. "I would just disappear to the woods," you hummed. You didn't notice his subtle smile dropping. "What about you?" you asked Coriolanus, taking in his strong features in the setting sun. The orange brought a bit of warmth into his usually cold stare.

"Woods sound nice. But I don't think it's my forte," he mumbled, his eyes already stuck on you. "I will have to be careful about the nightlock. And what would I do when you leave?" his fingers crept up your neck, sending shivers through you, but you let him, wondering how far they would dare to go.

"You could come. I would have shown you everything," you found yourself whispering once again, but he could hear you.

"I think with you I could," he whispered back, the breeze bringing his voice to you before it was locked between your lips, moving against each other, dancing like the leaves in the wind. There was no more Lucy Grey on his mind, and maybe he was actually willing to throw away his Capitol dream for a time in the woods with you. Because he didn't think he had a shot at coming back to the Capitol. 

After a while, Coriolanus brought a friend of his, Sejanus. And although you found yourself a bit bitter about it, he started to become your company more and more by day. But he also started to grow closer to your heart. 

"What would you do if you could go anywhere you wanted to, Sejanus?" you asked in the middle of the night, hanging from the tree as Sejanus looked up at you.

"I would go see my parents," he spoke softly. And then he added, "I can't visit them and I wish I could. But it's okay. I am fine with where I am right now, as long as I am free from the Capitol," 

Your eyes darted to the blond but Coryo just laughed. 

Sejanus didn't.

Coriolanus leaned himself against the wooden cage full of birds they came to catch. You couldn't remember the name, but he told you they were mutts, destroying nature, creating mutations.

"We will run," Sejanus started. A silence fell upon you three. Then a subtle click sounded in the air and Sejanus continued. "I spoke with some people from the district. We will rescue Lil and escape through the loose fence," Again, all of you fell silent. Your heartbeat rose. "What?" you whispered to the night but Coryo cut you off. "You won't survive a minute there, Sejanus, you're from Capitol-"

"I'm a good shot," you watched Sejanus turn to Coriolanus, both their glances determined to convince the other. A good shot. You thought, soon enough realising. The rebels have guns.

"Why are you saying this?" Coriolanus asked out loud, his voice cold. 

"It's us, together, remember? You are my friend," you watched Sejanus' lips spread into what looked like a smile in the moonlight. You couldn't help but smile too. This might be your chance.

"There is a new bird in the woods. I think I saw it before, but I don't remember where," you commented on one of your casual walks with Snow a few days later. He arched his eyebrow but didn't act surprised at all. Yet, he still asked. "Really? Which one?" he said, almost uninterested, lost in his thoughts. "That one," you stopped in your tracks, making his stiff body bump into you. He hissed before looking up, his fingers unconsciously wrapping around your wrist. 

"Oh, you mean Jabberjays?" he whispered, making you gasp. You found yourself backed up against the tree trunk, your left wrist pinned against the hard bark, Coryo's hand already on your collarbone, slowly sneaking up your neck like a snake. Your right hand automatically fell on his hip. 

"Yes, Jabberjays," you repeated, your face brightening, hearing something click. Suddenly, your voice spread through the air, repeating the same word billions of times. "We were here to capture them, remember?" Coryo spoke through the mimic of your voice, so similar, you almost thought your mouth must have kept on going. Your hand travelled to his arm, and down to his fingers, holding something. You hugged his hand in yours slowly picking it up, while withholding eye contact, his bright blue eyes sending cold down your body as usual. 

"And this is how you set them off, right?" his fingers let go of the device under the touch of your fingers. "This is what they used during the revolution," your voice was now all quiet as you turned the device off. "They used it to spy on people,"

"On rebels," Coryo nodded, drawing closer.

"Are they spying on us now?" you looked up, stopping him with your gaze. He looked up, staring at you intently, switching between your eyes and lips.

"Could they hear about our escape?" and before you could ask anything else, his lips were on yours once again, their warmth contrasting to his always freezing gaze. His hand around your neck, becoming tighter with every graze, his movements more passionate.

"Coryo," you breathed. He smirked at the nickname but didn't answer and shut you up with more kisses. "Coriolanus," you tried again but to no avail. "Coriolanus Snow," you finally spoke out loud, making him groan.

"You need to go," he frowned at your statement. "Duty calls?" you smiled a bit at his state, his eyes widening as he realised he was about to be late. "See you by the tree," were the words he spoke before he rushed out of the woods. Leaving you alone, with the small device still in your hand.

You waited. You waited for days, but there was no sign of Coriolanus nor Sejanus. You almost forgot how it was to spend your days alone, sitting in the crown of the tree, your only company the birds flying around. Suddenly you took notice of the Jabberjays and Mockingjays, spending your time saying something, making Jabberjays say it back and watching as the Mockingjays repeated the intonation of your voice.

But after a few hours, you couldn't keep on going. You found it foreign and scary, how well the Jabberjays repeated what you wanted them to. Their eyes were empty, looking almost pointless when they didn't have anything to repeat. But one day, there were no Jays to keep you company. There was no sun, no breeze. Just silence. Everywhere.

You found it disturbing. For the first time in your life, you willingly made your way to the centre of District 12. But you found it empty just the same. Except for the square by the hanging tree. And then you realised. 

You wanted to run away badly, kept ordering your feet to turn around and flee, knowing you were never the type to digest the hanging. But you didn't stop, no, you kept going until you arrived, standing in the audience on one of the stairs above the crowd, your eyes darting to the boy standing under one of the branches. His dark eyes screamed in fear with dark messy curls falling into them, occasionally silencing his already silent pleads. Your stomach turned. Sejanus.

But why? Why would they hang him? He was a peacekeeper, he did his job well. The only thing you knew was unpopular with the peacekeepers, was befriending the district's citizens. But they all did, they were all poor just the same.

There was a woman on the other side of the tree. You recognised her. Her husband was hanged a while ago, you heard. Her name was Lil? One of the rebels. And you started to understand. 

You found Coryo pretty quickly. After all, he was standing right under the tree. Gun in his hand. His eyes trained somewhere in the distance. At you. Coriolanus Snow kept his composure, not an ounce of expression on his face. How could he stand there? Without moving? How could he not protest against the death of his friend? Wasn't he, too, supposed to run away with them? Run away...

You were brought back to the night Sejanus told him about the plan. There was a click, a cage full of birds you couldn't remember, until Coriolanus told you days later, that Jabberjays, they are able to copy exactly what you say if you use the device to record. The device you held in your hand, tied to the birds sitting on the tree.

Peacekeepers keeping peace under it with two rebels about to be hung. Jabberjays and Mockingjays, all together, one created by Capitol, the other by the district. Your fingers moved in your pocket, you heard the click as a thick rope was thrown over Sejanus' throat. 

"No!" he yelled out. "Ma! No, please, Ma! Help me Ma!" his screams filled the air, sending shivers of terror down everyone's spine. Except Coriolanus Snow, who didn't move, his eyes stuck on you, your hand, the black device in it. Small tears formed in his eyes as the sound of rope tightening filled the air, the sound of wood falling to the lower platform, Sejanus' screams never falling silent, filling the branches above his head.

The Jabberjays screamed, the Mockingjays mocking them and with the return of the wind, you were gone, away from the district, away from the lonesome tree, away from Coriolanus Snow, away from the device created by Capitol.

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[tiredofthehumanlife]

Exquisite bedding and a loving married couple

Part two

Barbie dolls: husband! president!Coriolanus Snow x gn! Reader

Word: 3.4k

Summary: you grow closer to your husband (of who you were forced to marry 😱) also you have chronic pain/ a disability in that area it's left vague so everybody can enjoy and not just me

Warnings: I won't lie to you he's a good amount ooc but this is because I wrote this before I finished the book and before I watched the movie so I only knew academy coriolanus, so maybe just pretend like everything worked out for and became president nicely idk, you have chronic pain/ a disability that makes your body hurt idk just roll with me, forced marriages, you like art now it's like all you do, non sexual nudity, you make friends with the Avoxes that work for him, you cry, you say you're defective and coryo is like "hey hurumph dont do that🙅", yeah that's it really

Coriolanus didn’t exactly know what was expected of him during a forced marriage. He didn’t hate you, but he didn’t exactly like you very much either. He didn’t even know your favorite color and now you both shared a house, bed, and a last name. What is he supposed to do? 

You didn’t seem to like him very much either. You barely spoke, only saying a few words to the Avoxes and even fewer to him. Sometimes he questioned if you were an avox yourself, and then you’d mutter to yourself and it was crossed from his mind.

You rarely looked at him, often just floating around the mansion like a ghost and glancing at him when he tried to ask you a question. Coriolanus doubted you even knew his name at this point.

Sometimes you’d leave him notes clipped to his hanger holding up his suit for the work day. They were never anything of substance just a question you had about the house or a question about the things you were allowed to do. Coriolanus had no idea why you were asking him if you could go on a walk, he didn’t really care what you did ever as long as you made it back to the mansion in one piece and didn’t spread rumors about him.

You did share a bed and that was about as close as you two got. You slept on either side of the quite large bed and pretended the other person didn’t exist. 

As time passed you seemed to settle into the new house and new life. You had fluffy, useless conversations over dinner. It wasn’t much but it was better than the silent treatment. You learned every Avox’s name in the mansion. You started leaving notes asking for utensils that he assumed were for your hobbies.

He didn’t know any of the names but he still took the list to a craft store and let an employee handle it. Coriolanus left it in the sunroom you had claimed as your own. You spent all your time in there, staring out at the gardens in the backyard. He wondered why you didn’t just walk in the gardens but he wasn’t pushing it.

A small hint of a smile graced your features when you sat in that room and it was the happiest he’d seen you in the mansion so he wasn’t asking you any questions. He left the bags from the craft store on the rounded wooden coffee table. Coriolanus left a card with his initials on it in front of the bags. He hoped it’d give him some positive credit in your heart. 

The next day when he came home from work he peaked into the sun room to see it had been taken over by your presence. Art supplies and half-finished works were scattered everywhere.

You were sat on the luxurious chaise with a pattern that reminded him of the Grandma’am’s dresses. You had color and white streaks on your face, your hands were filthy, and you were fanning yourself with a piece of paper like the excitement made you break a sweat. All that mess would’ve made him upset. Imagine if you got that paint on the furniture. All the negative thoughts he conjured up washed away the second he saw the happy and relaxed look on your face. You looked at home. Coriolanus left it and slipped away from the door without gaining your attention. 

After that, he felt like you truly getting comfortable. Especially with him. He thought you might even like him more than an acquaintance. You started leaving compliments on his hangers instead of questions and lists.

Coriolanus still remembers reading the first one and blushing like a schoolboy. He shoved the note into the top drawer of his dresser and ignored the burning on his cheeks. Strangely enough, he started to find your art everywhere. He found a new small vase on his dresser one day. It was very small. It could hold maybe three or four flowers but it wasn’t the size that caught his attention. On the white background of the ceramic vase were little engraved roses. He thought of you being observant enough to notice him wearing them.

Coriolanus wasn’t sure how to thank you. He took a page from your metaphorical book and left a note to you on your dresser. He spoke of how he wanted to thank you but didn’t know what would bring his message across. Initially, he had thought of buying you some fancy jewelry on the ride home but it didn’t seem like something you would enjoy. He suggested an art thingy you really wanted. 

You thanked him for the note over dinner and started rattling off all about the art supplies you loved and all the art facts you knew. He couldn’t understand a word of what you said but still nodded along and hummed. A smile and sparkle in your eye had found your face. Coriolanus didn’t realize your face could make that expression. Halfway through one of your sentences your face fell. You stopped speaking and looked down at your plate. Coriolanus stared at you, wondering what could’ve provoked you to lose all of your energy like that. You shook your head like you were disappointed in yourself. 

“Sorry, I know you probably don’t want to listen to me talk all night. How was work?” You said, keeping your eyes on your plate. Coriolanus’ brain worked a thousand miles to catch up with yours. He sat back in his chair, wiping at the corners of his mouth. 

“I was listening. I was quite enjoying it, actually. That French painter used to eat yellow paint? Right? And I’d rather not speak of my work. It’s draining enough there much less coming home to talk about it.” Coriolanus said, making you lift your head. Your smile hadn’t returned but your defeated shoulders left. You looked him up and down. 

“He was actually Dutch. He just lived in France.” You muttered. He actually didn’t mean to mess his facts up but he was glad it got you talking again. You straightened up, a quarter of your spirits returning. “Also he didn’t eat the paint so he could ingest the happiness, as many believe. He tried to poison himself with it.” You said. Coriolanus scribbled down on his mental notes about you; you could not stand an incorrect art fact. He knew how to get you talking now. 

He thought everything was going so well too. The day had been pretty good. There was a note on his suit that complimented the tie he set out. Work was work but today felt less grueling with your simple compliment stirring in his head all day. He found a tiny ceramic cat snoozing away on top of his dresser. That he quite enjoyed.

Coriolanus said so over dinner as well. Your energy was lower, only answering with short responses. He tried to raise your energy by asking about what art project you worked on today but even that couldn’t pull you out of your slump. He assumed you must’ve had a rough night. Though he didn’t remember you tossing and turning. 

An Avox had ran you a warm bath after dinner. Though after you had slipped into the water, they started helping with the work in the kitchen. Coriolanus personally wouldn’t spend so much time in the bath but he wasn’t you so what did he know?

After he finished dressing for bed and setting out his suit, he maneuvered his way to your shared bathroom to brush his teeth. Sure he could’ve walked a few feet down the hallway to another unoccupied bathroom but strangely enough he missed your presence. He raised his hand to knock on the door but paused when he heard sniffling on the other side. Coriolanus wondered if the right thing to do was to go hide in the bedroom until you left the bathroom, go use the other bathroom and ignore your struggles, or knock. 

He rapped his knuckles against the wood, leaning his ear towards the door. Coriolanus raised his voice so you could hear him, but his tone remained soft.  He said he needed to use the sink and would be in and out in a few minutes. He waited for you to answer. You called for him to come in.

Coriolanus gently pushed open the door and tried to meet your eyes. You were sunken low into the bubbling water, only your face from the nose up present. You stared at the bathroom wall, avoiding his gaze. Coriolanus moved to the sink and brushed his teeth as fast as he could without disregarding their health. When he finished he turned back to the tub, feeling strange just standing there staring at you in the bath. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered. You sniffed and splashed the bubbles against the bathtub wall. You nodded, making waves in the soapy water. 

“Are you sure? I heard crying from outside the door.” He said, pointing over at the closed door. Your chin surfaced over the water. You turned to face him. Your eyes were red and it was entirely evident you had been crying for a long time. 

“Nosey.” You said, just barely passing over a breath. Coriolanus sank to his knees next to the edge of the bathtub. 

“I can help. Promise. I just don’t know what’s wrong.” He explained that like you didn’t get it. You fully understood without his help. You sighed and dropped your head back against the bathtub wall. 

“Promise you won’t judge me?” You asked, peeking an eye at him. Coriolanus tried to think of something that would cause you to cry in the bath and make him judge you. He came up with nothing. He shook his head. Your hand splashed out from the bubbles, holding out your pinkie towards him. Coriolanus intertwined his pinkie with yours, shaking it slightly to signify the deal. 

“Sometimes my body hurts. Really bad. So bad I stay up at night crying because it won’t stop. It makes just living really difficult. Sometimes I feel like I can’t move because I know if I do it will hurt more so I just plop myself into one spot and don’t move.” Coriolanus was shocked he hadn’t been able to deduce this before. No wonder you didn't walk in the gardens or meander about the mansion. You found a room and stayed there. He really wasn’t observant apparently. Coriolanus slipped his hand into the water, soaking his pajama shirt sleeve. Coriolanus’ hand found yours immediately. He intertwined his fingers with yours, running a thumb over the back of your hand soothingly. You sniffled again, glancing over at the wall before looking back at him. 

“Earlier today it started to flare up but I thought it would be manageable. It started really hurting at dinner but I knew I just had a few more things to do and then the day would be over. But now I feel like I can’t move, it hurts so bad I can’t stand up. I can’t even call Mavvy because she's in the kitchen. It hurts, so much I don’t know how I can get out of this stupid bathtub.” You said. Your frustration boiled over and slapped your other hand against the water. It splashed Coriolanus on the cheek. He was going to say that was quite rude of you but you slumped against the side of the tub in such a pitiful way he couldn’t bear to say anything mean to you.

Coriolanus wasn’t sure who Mavvy was but he could assume she was one of the Avoxes that work in his mansion. He hummed and reached for your face. He gently brushed away a tear from your cheek though it didn’t matter much because all your skin was wet. 

“Let me help you out,” Coriolanus said, squeezing your hand under the water. You straightened your head, staring at him with a strange expression. 

“Are you sure? I can do it. I can. It will take me a long time and a lot of tears but I can do it. You don’t have to. You’d have to change your pajamas and everything.” You said. Coriolanus lifted your hand from the water and gently pressed his lips to the back of your hand. 

“I don’t mind. Let me help, I want to.” Coriolanus said. You huffed and nodded. You slowly pulled yourself up into a sitting position. You clenched your teeth in the process. Coriolanus wondered how badly it burned just to sit up, but by the look on your face, he didn’t want to find out. Coriolanus slipped your intertwined hand over his head, pulling your arm over his shoulder. He pulled his arm around your waist and tugged you closer to his body. You’d need all the support you could get to leave the tub. 

“Ready?” Coriolanus whispered. You sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Coriolanus counted down from three before pulling your body up. You groaned in the process and clutched his hand tighter. Your legs shuffled and you finally pressed your feet to the bottom of the tub. Coriolanus tried to pull you higher into a standing position. You gasped and flung your free hand out to brace against the wall. 

“Stop. Stop. Just wait a second.” Pain pulled at your words and he wondered if you were going to cry again. It hurt holding his half-standing half-squatting position but he knew it couldn’t hold a candle flame to your pain. The way you were gasping like a fire was set to your skin every time he moved a centimeter made him wish he was a stone statue. You steadied your breathing and knocked your hand against his chest. He took it as a signal to continue. Coriolanus tugged you up onto your feet and you were finally standing in the tub. You let out a shaky breath and pressed your head against his shoulder. 

It took a lot of time and effort but eventually, Coriolanus was able to pull your wet body into your shared bedroom. He helped you sit down on the edge of the bed, a few curses following after you. He skittered into the bathroom and brought a towel back to you. You tried to argue against it but he waved you off and sank to his knees in front of you. Coriolanus dried off your body. He tried his hardest to move your limbs slowly, to not cause more harm. Your body was dry after a few minutes and he flung the towel away, helping you shuffle up towards your spot on the bed. Coriolanus helped tuck you in, apologizing when his wrong move made you groan. 

Coriolanus sat next to you on the bed, caressing your face in hopes of it soothing you. You hummed and leaned into his touch. You opened your eyes and looked at him sadly. 

“Sorry.” You whispered. He wondered if it hurt to talk louder but didn’t want to ask you questions about it. You had enough going on right now, evidently. 

“For what?” Coriolanus asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. You shrugged, wincing after. 

“Being defective, I guess. You should’ve gotten a better deal with this whole marriage thing.” You leaned your head against your pillow and stared at the sheets. Coriolanus felt his heart squeeze. It was preposterous. Truly. For you to think this way about yourself. He shook his head, leaning down to put his face in your line of sight. 

“You are not defective. I wouldn’t want anyone else to marry. Just because you have any disability or health problems does not mean I’m itching to send you away. I know our marriage wasn’t exactly out of passion but I’ve grown to care for you. I want you to be happy and comfortable. I’ll carry you for the rest of my life if it brings a smile to your face.” Coriolanus brushed his knuckle against your temple. You leaned your face into his hand, closing your eyes. Coriolanus leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours for a moment. 

“Thank you, Mr. Snow.” You whispered. Coriolanus pulled back and snorted. You glared at him, turning your head away from him. 

“Please, Coriolanus.” He thought about telling you to call him Coryo but he decided he should let you warm up to him more. You nodded and slowly moved your hand towards his and held onto it. 

That night he was sure that you two were sleeping closer. You were both on opposite sides of the bed but you were still latched onto his hand. In the large space between you two, that he once visualized as a brick wall, were your clasped hands. You didn’t move in your sleep, still in the position he helped you into last night when he woke up. Coriolanus wiggled around in his sleep but his hand was still with yours when his alarm went off. 

He gently pulled his hand away from yours and slowly sat up. Coriolanus worried if he moved the mattress too much it would cause you more pain. It hurt so bad yesterday that just him moving your leg up from the floor made you wince. Coriolanus doubted one sleep would make it better.

Coriolanus turned off his alarm and sat still on the edge of the mattress with his back turned to you. He wished he could just fling himself back into bed and never leave again. He wondered if he could call in sick, his partner was sick.

Coriolanus sighed and rubbed his face, hoping it would brush away the fatigue. He was startled when a hand ran down his back. Coriolanus turned his head back and saw you staring at him. Your face was evidence enough of your long night. Your eyes were droopy and you looked at him in a way that made him sure you had plenty of struggles falling asleep with pain coursing through your body. Coriolanus leaned to the side, taking your hand away from his back and into his palm. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, sleep still pulling your words into the sheets with you. Coriolanus shook his head and rubbed the back of your hand again. 

“I don't need thanks. I wanted to help you.” He said. Coriolanus leaned over the bed next to you. Your eyebrows pinched when the mattress sank under his weight and he mentally smacked himself for it. You nodded in acceptance of his words. He gently brought your knuckles to his lips again. When he pulled back he found your eyes had shut. Coriolanus reached up and gently brushed your temple with his thumb. Your eyes opened and you stared at him. 

“Take it easy today, okay? Don't push yourself.” He whispered, his lips still close enough to your hand that you could feel his breath. You nodded and slowly scooted further down the mattress. It didn't look like it caused too much pain but you squeezed your eyes shut all the same. 

Coriolanus didn't get a note on his hanger today, though he wasn't surprised. Apparently, you couldn't let him leave the house without a compliment to think of during the day because your quiet voice called out to him as he reached for the bedroom door. Coriolanus turned back and raised an eyebrow at you in question. You complimented how the suit brought his eyes with your cheek pressed against your pillow and your eyes falling shut despite the fight you put up. He thanked you and headed for the front door.

On his path there he ran into an Avox. He told her Mavvy needed to be within calling distance of you at all times today. Her lips twitched for a second before she schooled it that told him he was talking to Mavvy. The Avox nodded in understanding and he left for work. 

When he returned from work, you were still in bed. You had changed positions in bed, laying on your side with a book open. In the corner of the room was the Avox he spoke to this morning, sat in a wooden chair and reading her own book. You lifted your head when the door opened, smiling at Coriolanus brightly. It must've been a really boring day if you were this excited over seeing him.

Coriolanus spent the rest of the evening in bed with you. He asked Mavvy to tell the rest of the maids and butlers that dinner was going to be served in the bedroom that night. He liked eating dinner with you at the table, but he liked this much more. Coriolanus felt like you two were actually a loving married couple. You were more relaxed this way, laughing and cracking jokes that made him snort.

If he didn't know you barely liked him as a friend, he would've kissed you. Coriolanus was okay with this though, laughing with you and eating your dinner in the exquisite bedding.

Part two