#lucy grey

[let-me-sleep-or-die]

Yeah Katniss Is Lucy Gray’s greatest revenge on snow

But Peeta is how she haunts him. 

Katniss is Lucy’s anger. She’s the retribution. 

Katniss is fire. Katniss used her songs as a warcry. As a call to arms. 

Katniss is the fight. 

Katniss is the revenge. 

Peeta is Lucy’s kindness.  He’s the reminder. 

A boy in love with a songbird. A boy obsessed with with a victor from twelve. 

Peeta is the good that Lucy was. Peeta believes in that fundamental kindness Lucy gray did. Peeta is her memory. The reminder that Snow crossed that line into evil. 

Even after being high jacked, peeta warns people. He tells them to flee the danger. Run like Lucy did. 

Peeta knows how to hide. He can disappear in the woods. 

Just like Lucy did. 

Peeta is charismatic, someone the capitol fell in love with, like they did with Lucy. 

Peeta is the memory. 

Katniss was there to end Snow, to stop him to make sure everything he built was burned. 

Peeta was there to torment him. Be the ghost of Lucy. Make sure Snow was in pain over the woman he lost. 

[musenilla]

‘You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same.’

Theyyyy more art of them again. I think about how tragic they are almost ever hour. 

[gay-idiot-pyromaniac]

lucy gray baird <3

[toomanythoughts4myhead]

Woven from the same thread

[Part 2] [Masterlist]

Summary: Coriolanus Snow hungers for control, what will happen when he gives up it up for his own good? What will happen when he finaly meets his match?

Pairing: Sub!Coriolanus Snow x Dom!reader

Warnings: gaslight, gatekeeper, girl boss; dumbification; Coriolanus Snow, mentioned of death and bombings, manipulations.

A/N: purely an excuse to write for submissive Coriolanus. I love me a controlling obsessive man, but I love him more on his knees crying.

Coriolanus Snow who decided getting a cute rich girlfriend would help him in life. He wouldn't love her, he'd discard her immediately the moment he managed to get into university with the plinth prize or if he simply found someone better.

Coriolanus Snow who saw you and your sweet smile and charming innocent eyes and decided that you were going to be his personal piggy bank.

Coriolanus Snow who tries charming you with pretty words and gentlemanly actions, providing as much as he can muster with his unexistable budget. An occasional white rose or a pretty origami would be thrown your way, but that's as far as he could afford to go.

Coriolanus Snow who realizes too late you are a snake like him.

Coriolanus Snow who gapes in horror at you in your lavish room at your parent's penthouse after you reveal it all to him. Telling him how you saw his thinning frame and hollow cheeks, the acidy breath from hunger and the lack of presents or money spent on you had given him away. It was all a hypothesis but his reacting confirmed it.

Coriolanus Snow who is frozen in place, his deepest fear of getting closer to someone and having them find out of his poverty hidden in plain sight made his pale skin loose all semblence of color.

Coriolanus Snow who is on the verge of dropping on his knees and begging(he should) but you run a hand along his jaw and propose a deal. He is the smartest boy in the Academy, presentable and well mannered, he will continue to be your boyfriend and you will keep your mouth shut and wallet open for him as long as he plays by your whistle. It was left unspoken that if he stepped out of line you would air his dirty laundry with no hesitation.

Coriolanus Snow who becomes your personal dog, no matter how much he hates it. You wrote him a check to buy his family some food and pay his rent, as a starting sum, with one of your credit cards.

Having a pretty smart boyfriend was a dream come true for you. Having said boy and holding an unimaginable power over his every move was all you ever wanted. You and him shared the same poison, the same thirst for power, you knew that. But he hadn't, and that is what brought him to his demise.

He lost the battle. He lost the war.

Coriolanus Snow who does all the stereotypical "perfect boyfriend" things. He carries your books, opens the doors for you, pulls your chair out, kisses your forehead sweetly and holds your hand. He was perfect, at performing in public at least. Behind closed doors he still had his bite, no matter how good he could act his ego got the best of him.

You would break him soon enough

You started it small.

Phase 1:

Giving him small commands first in public, where he couldn't let his bravado fall. Telling him to wait for you, to not move, to lift that, do that, etc. Later you did it when there were people of your age or older around. Clearly showing off the power you had over Coriolanus, he had to obey you, his families apartment depended on it. He wanted to snap and not do it, to show he is in fact his own master, but how will he explain to granma' am and Tigris that they had to live on the street because his girlfriend/sugar mommy was too bossy?

Coriolanus Snow who was left to marinate in his own embarrassment in silence, feeling all eyes on him as people's perception of him change. From a proud heir to one of the most important business for the Capitol to a lovesick boyfriend who was his girlfriends servant, with a smile on his face worst of all. He was starting to get used to it. This had been going on for months now, the habit was starting to get rooted deeply.

Phase 2:

It was still a small jump but you started to give him shorter orders, one word commands, expecting him to know what to do- and he did. You'd say "open" and any door would be trust wide open and held for you. You'd say "hold" and thrust whatever you are holding to him without a spare glance. Maybe in the past he would have thrown the expensive purse or books while looking you dead in the eyes like a statement but now he simply waited for you patiently.

Coriolanus Snow who actually threw your books in a fit of rage once and ended up penniless for a month. He had to come to your house timidly after receiving no calls on the private phone you had bought him and no reply as he blew up your line.(he could only call your number and couldn't add or remove it. who else did he need to contact?)

Coriolanus who had to face greater humiliation than what he was used to, as he walked across the private party thrown by your parents, looking for you. The pitiful looks he got wobbling around in his academy uniform, even outside school as he asked around for you. People must have seen him as a kicked puppy, looking for his owner. It wasn't completely false.

Coriolanus Snow who found you in a secret room pointed to him by your mother who had cooed at him pitifully, used to seeing him waddle after you almost daily. You were sitting on large chair behind a wooden desk, looking over some documents. Your gaze snapped to him as he entereed, the faint yellow light from the lamp illuminated his face and made the miserable look in his eyes and blush in his cheeks ever more evident.

He had gotten to eat so good, first class meals, you'd even send a private chef over to his house to cook for him when he was especially good. He had gotten greedy and now going back to slurping bean juice felt unimaginable.

"Your rent is looking ever the higher. Its not looking good."

He hadn't(didnt) want to think about this as he slept on a cold matress, their heating had run out. He missed the taste of luxury. He would do anything to get it back.

"I made a mistake, y/n."

He knew he should do more. He knew you'd like to see him beg and squirm but he didn't think he could handle any more of this if he did. He had felt so much pressure, so such stress to find some food, to worry about rent, to hide the eyebags under his eyes, the humiliation from tonight was almost too much.

"Come here, Coriolanus."

Your voice rang out cold and commanding, but never demanding. You had too much power over him to demand. You pulled the chair back and it's wheels creaked, you put a hand on your thigh in a wordless command. Coriolanus wobbled a bit shakily, trying to maintain some form of dignity as he walked to you. He came to a halt between your legs, looking down at you and creating a shadow over your form. It should have made him feel better, to be in one way on top, but it didn't, he couldn't delude himself anymore, he knew he had no control.

What had you done to him?

"Kneel"

It took him a few seconds but he dropped slowly to his knees, one leg at a time until he was at eyelevel with your knees, sitting on his hinges, since he knew he'd be down here for a while. He stared stubbornly into your eyes, his pale blue eyes shone almost angelically paired with his pink lips. Your pretty puppy, it almsot made you smile. It almost made you forgive him, almost.

"You disobeyed me, Coriolanus. I told you there would be consequences."

"I know, y/n, i know, i wont do it again. I promise."

"I dont believe you."

You say and pick the document you had been reviewing before. You bring them close enough so he can read them too. They were charts and documents of increasing rent money for the apartment building his penthouse was in, the wages of the workers where Tigris worked, a paper with the retirement money his grandma got, paper with the money the country gave him as a compensation since he had lost both of his parents. All the money that his family got and had to spend.

Coriolanus who skims the papers but even the breif look of the numbers told him what he already knew.

He had no future without you. The Hunger games had gotten canceled this year since the death of Felix, the presidents son, the Plinth prize had gotten withdrawn. He had nothing, he could do nothing.

"I gave you everything, Coriolanus. Was your pride worth your future?"

He feels his gaze get hazy, the panic was starting to set in. He had come here to get you back, sure that he would be able to do it, but now he could almost taste your rejection. He was starting to get scared and panicked. He needed you.

"It wasnt- it isnt. Y/n, I made a mistake, plase forgive me. I wont do it again."

He shuffles closer to you subconsciously, looking up at you as his voice grew hoarse. His pride long gone, thrown out the moment he saw the consequences. You place a soft hand on his hair, gripping it gently and he feels the golden ring on your finger, the one with your family's crest made from pure gold, rest heavily on his scalp. You tilt his face up to look at you.

"Beg. Show me how sorry you are."

His mouth opened immediately, no hesitation to beg for you. Maybe he should feel shame to be thrust into this position but all he felt was hope. If you were willing to hear him out it means there is some chance he could get you back.

"Im sorry, y/n, im so sorry. I was stupid, i was greedy, i was arrogant. I wont do it again. Im yours, please"

He hadn't realized he had started crying until his tears pooled and fell, warm and salty, against his lips and on the material of the chair, his long blond lashes clump togetger and his lips redden, the tear streaks down his cheeks and neck glisten in the light and he looks like a painting.

You decide you like him like this best, begging at your feet and crying for your love.

You coo at him sympatheticly even as a smile tugs the corners of your lips. You caress his beautiful locks of hair and wipe his tears away only to lick your fingers.

"My poor baby, no need to cry. Im here now, you remembered where you belong, its okay now, you are okay now."

His breath grows labored and his face twists in pain as more tears follow, he burries his face into the bare skin of your inner thighs and sobs loudly. All the stress had caught up with him. The responsibilities, the fear, the hunger, the thought that he'd lose his anchor, the thought he'd lose you.

Your guidance, your attention, your love. He didn't need to worry anymore, he didn't need to fret and plot to stay at the top, simply being known as your lover was enough. You were the second richest family in Panem, after the President. Coriolanus held much more power than he ever had on his own. People respected him more and he got the cushiony life he had always dreamt of.

He was safe.

His family was safe.

You let him cry, cooing calming words of reassurance as you caress the nape of his neck and the curls of his hair. His big shaky hands envelope your thighs and he holds onto them for dear life.

You knew he would come crawling back once he saw that you meant business and weren't bluffing. It had taken him longer and you respect his resilience but he had funaly come to his senses and back into your arms. A part of you felt a pang of empathy for him, for the poor boy underneath all the masks and facades he had on to survive in this world. You knew when it came down to it he would have murdered him, to remain the shell of the person he is. You don't feel bad for Snow. You felt bad for Coriolanus.

Poor, caring, driven Coriolanus, who might have been good if not for the poison and hunger and fear he had been forced to shoulder.

But you are here now, so he wouldn't have to worry anymore. He can be good. You'll make sure he is your good boy.

Phase 0:

Coriolanus is a smart boy, he probably could predict all the steps of manipulation you had come up with, what he probably hadn't anticipated were the rewards. The additional money, delicious food, new clothes, you'd even found a better job for Tigris (not good enough to pay for the rent ofc). The small touches you'd offered him and the lack of discrimination against his poverty. You'd treated him good and given him a lot.

How could a boy who's only had things taken from him begin to expect anything else? The mentality of take or lose had kept him alive this long, but maybe you wanted to give. He had shared with you in a night of vulnerabilities about his family. How his mother and unborn sister died, hiw his father died, how he was left with only his grandma and Tigris almost broke to survive.

Coriolanus had a lot of potential to be your loyalest dog or biggest enemy depending on how you let him flourish.

That's why you had bought him a phone to call only you, made him dependant only on you, talked with your parents and together you'd managed to cancel the Hunger games, throwing all the district tributes back in their homes, far far away. Especially Lucy Gray, the songbird who was on her way to charm Coriolanus. How you'd agreed the money from the plinth prize should be used on fixing the damage done by the rebelion bombings.

Coriolanus wasn't a good person.

You were simply better at being bad.

[gyqru]

GO GO DANCER — sejanus plinth

warning: poorly written lap dances..? fem! reader

summary: dancing is your passion, being apart of the covey lets you explore that. one night, you find yourself a new face in the crowd.

word count: 2k

having a passion for performing, you found yourself joining the covey. though your passion wasn't for singing, you were a dancer, reveling in the confidence it gave you as people admired the way your hips swayed.

as you grew older, you discovered a more mature form of dancing. once the clock struck midnight, people would usher off. the younger children of the covey were led away to be put to sleep. the only audience that stayed this late were peacekeepers and old men who didn't want to go home to their wives.

word spread quickly about your "midnight performances," with skimpy outfits made of shiny plastic or see-through silk. people shamed you for the things you did for money, but you couldn't care less. you weren't a prostitute; you'd say you were more of an exotic dancer.

serving unfaithful men lap dances and giving touch-starved peacekeepers something to think about when they returned to their lonesome camps.

this night wasn't any different; it was busier than you'd expect, but it was a saturday night. as lucy grey wrapped up her last song, you started to make your rounds at the bar. whenever you weren't dancing, you would serve at the bar.

as people paid off their last drinks and left, you quickly got off shift and went to get ready. you had a new surprise for tonight's show; after lucy grey won the hunger games, she could afford new things. that meant instead of the usual live band, you now had a jukebox filled with music from different districts.

applying the last of your pink lipstick, you checked yourself out one last time. the mesh “cover up” you wore left little to the imagination; the matching baby pink lace undergarments showing right through.

"well, look at ya’, darlin'. it almost makes me jealous i can't get a personal dance," lucy grey teased you, leaning against the doorframe of the makeshift storage and changing room.

"y’know, all you gotta do is ask," you chuckled, standing from your chair. you'd usually tower over lucy, but tonight you decided not to wear your usual high heels; opting out for flats.

grabbing your extravagant fur coat, you wrapped it around your body, gesturing for lucy to lead the way.

rolling her eyes, she leads you back to the main bar, wishing you good luck before disappearing into the crowd of people.

watching as she descended into the crowd, you saw her with that tall blonde you saw her with at the lake. he wasn't alone, accompanied by a bulkier fellow, moles painting his boyish face.

startled by your name being called, you swiftly turned to see billy, one of the barkeepers.

"the jukebox's all set up; you can go up on stage now," he exclaimed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"amazing! thanks, billy. i'll have to pay you back for that," you grinned, sauntering towards the stage. quick hoots and hollers made their round as you stood on stage.

"gentlemen, i didn't keep y'all waiting for too long, did i?" you teased into the microphone, scanning for your usuals and any new faces.

mr. snow's friend stared at you, embarrassed when you met his gaze, sending him a flirty wink. choking on whatever he was drinking, coriolanus looked at him confused. (you called coriolanus mr. snow because of his appearance, refusing to refer to him by anything else)

lucy grey couldn't help but laugh, whispering something to coriolanus that made him straighten up. eyes flickering between sejanus and you, he decided to entertain the idea lucy grey had.

the loud bass from the jukebox brought the trio's attention back to you. stripping yourself of your faux fur coat, you tossed it aside, letting the lights warm your skin. whistling and clapping filled the room, hungry eyes soaking in your body.

sejanus couldn't help but blush, taking in your body. this felt wrong to him, not even knowing you but being able to see so much of your body.

as your hips swayed to the music, your hands roamed your own body; teasingly lifting the mesh dress you wore, showing off the lacy stockings you had on.

with a sweet smile on your face, you let yourself feel the music, trying to ignore all the eyes on you.

the longer he watched, the more sejanus felt himself getting mesmerized. not being able to help himself, he let his eyes fall on your exposed legs and chest.

finally removing your babydoll, your body was now exposed, skin glistening under the stage lights. as you bent over, you couldn't help but notice the same brown eyes staring at you.

slowly straightening yourself back up, you continued to stare at coriolanus' friend, your eyes never wavering as you continued to dance, his gaze never leaving yours.

the song came to an end (sadly), and you quickly thanked the crowd, jumping off the stage to make your way to the bar for something to drink.

random men came up and started to converse with you, though you dismissed most of them. you couldn't help but let your eyes wander off to the peacekeeper, eyeing the back of his shaved head, taking in his broad shoulders and slim waist.

ten minutes passed; the barkeeper reminded you. your little break was ending, meaning you had to go back to perform.

walking back on stage, you bring the mic to your lips. "gentlemen, if you could kindly make room for me in the center of the room, i would appreciate that truly."

quickly, men scatter around, the usuals aware of what's about to happen. coriolanus and sejanus both look confused as the circle forms, placing them in front of it.

lucy grey's eyes widen; she thought you gave up this act a long time ago. if it was even possible, her eyes almost popped out of her head, glimmering with mischief.

whispering to coriolanus, she explains what's happening. nodding, coriolanus starts to pick up on what lucy grey is putting down, staring at sejanus for a moment before nodding at whatever lucy said.

in an instant, a man pushes a chair to the middle of it as you choose the next song. most of the titles seem unknown, but you choose the one that sounds most appealing.

you find billy standing at the side of the stage and tell him to start the song on your mark. he nods, and you start making your way to the center where the chair stands, grabbing onto the back of the chair and leaning against it.

"any volunteers?" you drawl, looking around, only to find your attention on a certain someone.

in an instant, sejanus is pushed into the circle before anyone else could steal his opportunity. shocked and embarrassed, he looks back at coriolanus and lucy.

you laugh as lucy grey winks at you. "have fun," she mouths, and snow just pats his friend on the back, shoving him more towards you.

"don't be shy now; i don't have all day," you joke, reaching over the chair and pulling him to sit down. he’s yet to say a word, staring at the floor.

feeling bad for him, you whisper into his ear, asking if he really wants to do this. if not, he can back out. your hot breath on sejanus' ears sends shivers down his back; he looks back at you and tells you to "start performing."

taken aback by his change in demeanor, you laugh and turn to billy, giving him a thumbs up. he starts to play the song you chose, the instrumental nothing like you've heard before, but you immediately adjust to the change in tone. [lolita by lana del rey starts playing lmao]

sejanus sits there awkwardly, hands on his lap. you finally come into his view, your lacy underwear pressing into your skin perfectly.

you run your hands up and down his body, feeling his chest and abdomen. his muscular body doesn't surprise you considering he's a peacekeeper, but it's definitely nice to feel.

running your hands lower, you grab his clammy hands and press them onto your own body, letting them rest on your hips as you proceed to straddle him.

his face turning red, he can't help but panic as you roll your hips on his lap, pushing your chest against his. your face inches away from his, you stare at him as you continue to grind on him.

noticing his unmoving hands, you pout sarcastically. getting off of him gracefully, you let his hands fall to his side, bending yourself over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of your ass.

sejanus can't help but salivate at your body, completely entranced (and turned on) by how you present yourself to him. (he completely forgot about all the men watching this performance.)

standing back straight, you sit back down on his lap, this time facing away from him, so your behind is pressed against his crotch.

wiggling your hips to the music, you press your back against his chest, bringing a hand to caress his head, feeling the stubble of his shaved head.

this time sejanus doesn’t hesitate to touch you, running his calloused hands against the soft skin of your legs. biting your lip seductively, you bring your hands to his.

wrapping your smaller hands with his, you lead his hands up hips to exposed stomach, letting them rest on your breast.

teasingly, you let him feel them for a second before standing back up. the song comes to an end, and you turn to him, sending him a kiss and a wink before making your way back to the stage.

cheers boom as sejanus sits there stunned, random men applauding and cheering him on, as if he just won at life. coriolanus and lucy push their way to his friends.

lucy can't stop herself from laughing at sejanus' face; coriolanus can’t help but smile at his dumbfounded friend.

saying your final goodbyes, you pick up your coat and wrap it around yourself, leaving the stage and heading backstage to change.

once you're in something more comfortable, you start to head out, going back to the bar to tell lucy grey goodbye.

as you approach, you see that he's still here, face still flush; he notices you before mr. snow and lucy can. a big smile is plastered on your face, scaring lucy.

"oh my! never do that unless you want to end up with a black eye," she jokes, clutching her heart dramatically.

you roll your eyes, chuckling at her threats. "i just wanted to say goodnight; i'm heading back home. are you gonna spend your night with mr. snow tonight?" you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

eyes flickering between the two, coriolanus' face grows a crooked smile, at your implication. "wouldn't you like to know," lucy bantered back.

"how about you, mystery man? who r’you spending the night with?" questioning the peacekeeper who stood there stiffly. sejanus looks around dramatically, mouth opening and closing, trying to come up with a response.

snorting at his feeble attempts not to embarrass himself in front of you, you tell him you’re just teasing. easing up, he scratches the back of his neck.

"my name's sejanus plinth," he confessed, stiffly holding out his hand for you to shake. you can’t help but continue to laugh, taking his hand into yours and shaking it firmly.

"so formal, sejanus. as if i wasn’t just dancing on top of you a couple of minutes ago," you continued to tease him, loving the way his face flushed a shade of pink.

"name’s y/n, but you can just call me bunny; that's my stage name," winking at him as you turn your attention to the entire trio.

clasping your hands together, you bid everyone adieu.

as you step out of the bar, you can’t help but peek back inside. "oh, and sejanus, that dance wasn’t for free. i’ll take a night with you as compensation," winking, making sure to emphasize the innuendo of your message.

you heard giggles and gasps as you finally walked off. never did you think you would develop a liking for a peacekeeper. sejanus plinth, what a man you are.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

guys i’m truly the biggest tease, but i saw a crisis and i needed to fix it. there’s NO sejanus love, so i made my own. i’ll post the corio fic sometime this week, and pt. 3 of lost & found. i need to feed y’all what y’all deserve! (proofread like .. a lil)

[jjadmanii]

snow saying “it’s the thing we love the most that destroy us” like katniss didnt just take the song that holds his fondest memories with the one girl he loved and turned it into the soundtrack of his downfall 😭😭 gurl

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

The first confirmed tribute to have served cunt in the arena:

[atlantisview]

can u believe she exists

[annabethwarriorprincess]

[peri-grin]

lucy grey

[c6nrad]

physically could not get up from my seat when the credits starting rolling after the ballad of songbirds and snakes ended

[tom-holland-stuff]

NOT THE BLONDE BUZZ CUT GROWING OUT UNDER HIS CAP

> from Michael Simon’s insta

[ladyathenawisdom]

Trap | Prologue

Warnings: Fluff, Mature Themes, Violence, Corruption, Manipulation, Mentions of Smut, Mentions of Killing.

If anyone asked the Capitol what soulmates looked like, either platonic or romantic, two names would appear in their minds.

Coriolanus Snow and Lalina Trap.

Two of the best students at the Academy in the Capital.

And the President Of Panem and the First Lady of Panem.

Soulmates; It was a word that couldn't even possibly explain the friendship between Lalina Trap and Coriolanus Snow. The two seemed more than that.

They had been the best of friends ever since they had met. Never once leaving the other, no one could see one of them without the other. The two seemed to be in sync, almost as if they were the same person sharing one mind.

But then again, they didn't share the same personalities for no reason at all. The two were good, really good, clever and tactical. Their minds fresh and sharp, cunning and devious all the same. Afterall, the two seemed to click for a reason after all.

Power and Love. They craved it, they wanted it, but more then that; They wanted each other.

But rejection and the ruining of their friendship kept them apart, the fear of losing the other kept them apart. Yet, the two also seemed to want each other because of that. Because the other craved power, because they were devious and psychotic. They were the same person in two different bodies.

But while Coriolanus looked to be devious, Lalina looked innocent. She was a innocent young woman, never letting anyone see her true face. Except her best friend, Corio, she had nicknamed, who knew her truly.

The saying was: Snow Lands On Top

But there was another saying.

Never ever fall in Lalina Trap's trap. She was a trap for a reason, her traps never failed.

Never Fall Into Her Trap.

The two couldn't stand to see other people around the other, they couldn't stand the other getting hurt, emotionally or even physically. They were meant to be, they were meant to be together, they were meant to rule. The perfect power couple.

Two Monsters In Love.

Laughs and cheers were heard all around as the pary commenced, right after the 74th Hunger Games. The two victors had been crowned, surprisingly and not surprisingly of District 12. Then again, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, were the famous love couple. Their gossip and love story had become quite popular and had spread all around the Capitol and the districts.

Katniss walked side by side with her man, a fake smile on her face as she held Peeta's hand as they followed after Haymitch and Effie who was talking about something related to the party.

The female victor looks over in front of her when she hears boisterous laughter, she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. It wasn't surprising to see such loud things happening at a party, buy she could hear the compliments and sweet talks of the ladies and men all around.

As if they were complimenting someone.

Haymich also pauses, something flashes in his eyes as the people move away to reveal a bodyguard. The man turns before he walks to the side, revealing a woman.

Katniss blinked in shock, the woman was absolutely beautiful. She looked fairly old, but that didn't seem to dull her beauty, in fact, it seemed as if it enhanced it. And unlike the fashion of the capital, she was dressed quite simply yet elegantly.

Her platinum blonde hair, almost white, was in a half updo and half down. Her brown eyes were like two doe eyes staring right at her, yet sharp like daggers. Her lips were heart-shaped and painted pink. Her makeup was tame compared to the rest of the Capitol, but she looked beautiful in the simplicity.

She was wearing a long brown gown, smooth and light. She wore light jewelry compared to others, light golden earrings, bracelets around her wrists and a few rings on her fingers. But despite that, the energy that radiated off her was powerful and strong.

Katniss narrows her eyes, spotting the snowflake pendent around her neck, seeing the word 'trap' on it.

Haymitch chuckles, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

The woman's lips immediately break out into a wide smile, looking eager and surprised. "Haymitch!" She exclaims with a chuckle, holding a drink that had a pink liquid in it. "How are you?" She smiles kindly, her doe eyes twinkling.

Haymich smiles, looking tipsy yet knowing where he was currently. "Ahh, just showing the victors where the real party was." He says, looking over at his tributes. "Katniss, Peeta. I want you to meet our lady of Panem. The First Lady Of Panem and President Snow's Wife. Lalina Trap-Snow." He smiles politely.

Lalina's eyes snap towards Peeta and Katniss, eyeing them carefully. "Ahh, yes. The famous couple I've been hearing about, finally getting to meet them." She smiles.

Katniss didn't seem to think the smile was genuine.

Lalina's eyes linger on the pin on Katniss's dress. "What a lovely pin," she remarks, taking a sip of her drink.

Katniss merely nods, looking hesitant.

"You're very beautiful." Peeta says, staring at her in what looked like awe almost.

Katniss side eyes him.

Haymitch coughs.

A laugh bubbles out of Lalina's lips. "Wow, that must be the most genuine thing I have heard from someone other than my husband." She chuckles, clearing her throat as she maintained her posture.

Katniss continued to stare, almost as if analyzing her. She didn't know whether to like the woman or not, she was kind enough. But even kind faces had dark sides that they showed no one. But Lalina Trap-Snow, she seemed to be a mystery.

"Well, you do look quite spectacular this evening." Haymitch says with a nod. "And I don't lie when I'm drunk."

Lalina smirks. "You're always drunk, Haymitch."

"Guilty,"

Peeta chuckles.

Effie smiles, looking surprisingly uncomfortable in the presence of the First Lady of Panem.

"Well, I should not keep you waiting." Haymitch nods, gesturing to the party. "I'm sure you have priorities."

"Oh, don't worry yourself." Lalina says. "I have to go meet Corio anyway. It was an honor meeting the famous love couple." She glances in the direction of Katniss and Peeta. She smiles at them before turning around and walking away, with the man and a few other security guards following behind her at a safe distance.

Effie sighs, breathing out in relief. "Oh, that woman gives me the creeps!" She says quickly and quietly, looking around incase anyone heard.

Katniss and Peeta watch in fascination as the First Lady walks away.

"Don't be fooled by the act," Haymitch speaks up, looking around the gala. "Lalina Trap is a mystery herself. She's said to be more devious then Snow, and that's saying something." His eyes light up when a waiter walks by, he grabs the glass of whiskey and downs it.

Katniss looks back at her. "More then Snow?"

"She seems so...kind." Peeta frowns, looking back at his mentor.

Haymitch chuckles. "Oh, don't fall in her trap. There's a reason she's a Trap, she's clever and knows how to play her part well. She's most likely the only weakness that Snow has, but also his strength. They're both devious and clever." He sighs, shaking his head. "Don't underestimate Lalina Trap. And most importantly, don't fall into her trap, her traps never fail."

Katniss' eyes trail back towards the seemingly kind woman, spotting her walking up to President Snow.

The Victor blinks in surprise when she sees the glimpse of genuine longing in Snow's eyes as he turns to her, his hand grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles gently.

Lalina giggles, her laughter bubbling around as her cheeks turn a pretty pink color.

Katniss watches keenly, looking curious.

Lalina Snow.

Lalina Trap-Snow.

Lalina Trap.

[franksoceanwrld]

CORIOLANUS SNOW AESTHETIC, by franksoceanwrld

[waddlesworks]

The Hunger Games Katniss, Peeta, Coriolanus, and Lucy Gray Fanart!

[toomanythoughts4myhead]

Rip Lucy Gray, she would have loved the crane wives.