#so its extra slow 😮‍💨

[narrators-journal]

Update for the babes waiting for their smut asks: I am slowly making progress! I don't know why this one is throwing me, but it's equal parts fun and a pain to try and write this particular scenario.

I hope it will be out relatively soon, and thanks for being so patient! I appreciate all of you, and I hope my work is satisfactory!

[especiallythewomenandthechildren]

As If Destiny

A/N: I too have fallen ill to the widespread disease that is young snow 😮‍💨 like him being so fine is so unnecessary. Some quick notes: I've never actually written a fic on here nor a reader one in general so please deal with me! Also I wrote out this whole thing, posted it, then it went into oblivion and I had to rewrite it completely so I apologize! Please let me know if I should add anything or am missing certain details that seem necessary. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, thank you loves❤️

Summary: You've always been kind hearted yet admirably defiant. Or that is at least one of the ways Coriolanus Snow would describe you. Ever since grade school, you have always been on the same level as him in academics and one of his few competitors for the Plinth Prize. But as tragedy struck your family, Coriolanus thought you would fall away from his life, but instead, you got even more intertwined (not to mention the complicated past knots tying your families together).

Warnings: Terminal illness, parent death, death and brutality (it is the hunger games after all) characters may be ooc. I read the book a while ago but don't really remember much of Snows way of thinking (I mean I know its toxic and insane but yk the other things) so I will mostly be basing off the film and my own thoughts. Also I can't spell for the life of me so be prepared for bad spelling and grammar. Enjoy loves!

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Blood just kept on coming. And coming. And coming. Every violent cough shaking your mother's body was followed by spatters of hot, deep red blood. You quickly tried to clean it up as soon as it came out to protect your mother's dignity and to make sure she didn't choke. It took a few minutes, but the coughing session passed and your mother took deep gulps of water, fighting off your attempt to get her to slow down.

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With her engrossed in her cup, you steal a glance at the clock on the wall. As the time for the start of classes nears, the more axinety builds in your chest. Your mother follows your gaze and smiles warmly.

"Run along my little scholar. I will be fine and even better knowing you are sticking your nose in every textbook you can find."

She says in a hoarse voice. You smile slightly and lightly laugh. "That's not how school works, mom. I stick my nose into tissues because of how many textbooks I have to read ."

She rolls her eyes at your little comment and does a little motion gesturing you should be on your way. Shaking your head, you retorted "I still have half an hour till classes begin and I have plenty of time for Rhayen (your driver) to take me to the academy."

You attempt to assure her. Though, it was now your mother's turn to shake her head.

"I know you prefer walking there, don't try to fool me now. You will come back after school and I will be fine. Don't worry, darling."

With a sigh, you stand up and dust off your rouge colored academy uniform and grab your bag. You give your mother a soft kiss on her temple and steal one more glance at the clock. You rush through the halls and down the stairs of your luxurious apartment. The academy wasn't too far from your home, so you could enjoy the walk and the early spring air ruffling your hair.

You tried to smile and nod at the strangers walking past. You needed to clear your mind (distract yourself) so you examined every part of the high class society. Their eyes, faces, hair, clothing, and whatever else you could analyze. With this strategy, it doesn't take long untill the grand structure of the Capital academy to come into view.

As you near the school, you notice a certain curly haired boy sitting on the steps. You feel a sense of relief and pick up your pace. You stop infront of the boy, who seemed too engrossed into his book to notice your sudden appearance.

"Are you behind on the reading or are you being a bookworm?" You question.

He snaps his head up with his familiar smile. "Had some extra time and motivation, so thought I would trudge through this absolute -"

You nudge him with your shoulder to motion to stop talking.

"Yeah yeah I know but be careful: Professor Rhaen always spawns out of nowhere and I would personally prefer if you were not on the receiving end of one of his lectures."

Everyone knew how hard it was to please your professor and how strict your he was. Especially with Sejanus.

He didn't care about his money: professor Rhaen still felt Sejanus was lesser because he was born in the districts.

That sentiment is widely shared with your classmates. From the first day, when little kind hearted Sejanus came to the capital, he was met with stares and whispers. You specifically remember Arachne snubbing the boy. But when lunch came and he sat all alone, seemingly dejected, you sauntered over to his table. Then, just like now, his brown eyes widened in surprise. You smiled and sat down in the chair across from him.

"What's your favorite smell?"

He just stared at you for a while. who asks that. The silence continued untill you got too impatient, a trait you still struggle with, and answer your own question.

"Mine is vanilla because it smells like the sweet cakes my mom makes on special occasions or even sometimes when she is in a really good mood."

A smell that has slowly been creeping its way back into your life after the war. He laughed at your confession and replied that his was lavender, the smell of his mother, or as he calls her, ma.

He was still warry as why you were sitting with him. It was clear you were well liked by your peers and teachers and always seemed to posses the right answers, exemplified in your shared morning classes. But as you both continued your meal and conversation, he felt as if he had been sent an angel that day.

"There's that smile, I've missed it." Sejanus says, breaking you out of your reminiscence.

You duck your head down in some sort of embarrassment and shame. It felt wrong to be smiling and laughing nowadays, especially with the worsening of your mother's condition.

Noticing your reaction and following your train of thought, Sejanus tried to backtrack.

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N! I'm sorry, you've been suffering and here I am saying stuff like that. I- I- wow I'm such an idiot! I'm truly sorry."

You look up to his genuinely defated and apolgetic face. "You have no reason to be sorry, it's okay. And it's not like I'm the one suffering. I can walk, talk normally, and am not coughing up blood while my face pales and hollows." You say solemnly.

Sejanus opened his mouth to question but was cut off as you both reached your destination. It was best not to discuss your mother's condition around your gossip privy peers around.

You walk to your desks and switch to the topic of later tonight, which you would be having dinner with the Plinths, an occurrence that is becoming more and more often. The last few of your classmates filled in, including Arachne, Clemensia, Festus, and Felix.

A few paces later comes in the charming and handsome Coriolanus Snow. You wouldn't be embarrassed to admit that description, any girl with eyes would agree. With that ever plastered, neutral yet calculated expression on his face, he quickly made his way to his seat, on the other side of you.

He wasn't necessarily friends with you or even Sejanus, but he was far kinder to him than the others were. That's probably one of the many aspects that makes him more appealing. You definitely didn't have a crush on him, but you have zoned out on his side profile once or twice.

Hey, you can't blame a girl!

Well that was your excuse to Sejanus, who caught you seconds in on staring at the blonde. But that was a long time ago. Now you were always zoned out on her.

That's exactly where your mind drifted to as Professor Rhaen began his lecture on the reading assigned. And it stayed there untill the sound of a pen hitting the marble floor brought you back.

You thought it could have been you, especially in your state of hazy focus and sleep deprivation. But taking a quick look at your feet, it was Coriolanus's.

Perfect and proper Coriolanus. Huh.

You hastily grab it and give it back to him, which he accepts with a small greatful smile. A smile that quickly turns into a look of concern.

He grabs your wrist and began examining it. You were stunned and curious what he was looking at until you noticed the deep and clear blood on your wrist, clear even on your deep red uniform.

You must have gotten it when taking care of your mother! You were mentally kicking yourself for being so careless.

"Your bleeding!" He states worridly. He quickly grabs a handkerchief from his bag and attempts to put it on your wrist, but you snap it away from his hold.

You noticed the initials on the white handkerchief. It was his father's. You certainly weren't going to stain such an item of sentiment with blood that wasn't even yours. Her blood.

He was moving to grab your wrist once again but was interrupted by the clear nosies of irritation and frustration of your classmates.

While you and Snow were having your little debacle, Professor Rhaen assigned an extensive research paper that will be due in two months. You understood your peers frustration, the longer you had in this class for an assignment, the more work and harsher the grading will be. But you were greatful for this assignment. It would be a wonderful distraction.

You took a quick look around to gage their reactions and saw Arachne's scowl which made you inwardly chuckle at her expression. But when you came back around to Coriolanus, you saw him still staring at with you a questioning expression.

Questions he would be unable to voice as the bell rang to signal the end of the first period. He tried to stop you or slow you down, but you were extremely focused on getting your materials in your bag and getting out of the intense stare of the blonde.

Sejanus noticed your haste and helped you out, while Snow was attempting to catch up, handkerchief still in hand. But you sped out and straight to the bathroom to wash off the blood covering your hands.

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A/N: Sorry to cut it off here! I felt this was already so long (future me after doing some revisions and having some actual writing under my belt - no it's not.), but don't worry I plan on posting again soon! I am excited to see where this is going I hope you all are too!

[that-one-anxious-mango]

lmao exactly! was like since you wanna fix things 😂

WALKING AROUND LIKE ITS HEAVY OKAY! cause it is and as quiet as it’s kept TERRY KNOWS WHAT HE BE DOING lol Like after them being together for so long he understands what gets his baby going. so he’ll purposely wear things and act a little different when fixing stuff sometimes in order to garner a reaction. ( more grunts here, extra lifting things there, etc.)

listen Dallas will almost never pass up on a chance to get to ride his big ass somewhere, especially in scenarios like this where she knows it’ll lead to something else!

cause that “ big daddy” comment is going to have his overly going ass putting in the effort to fuck her right back. Now they’re on that couch going 30 for 30 with each other until Terry finally gets tired of letting her think she’s doing something and decides to flip her on her stomach and REALLY give it to her so he can listen to them whimpers for him to slow down as he watches her big bonnet flop on her head while he’s backstabbbing it 🤭😮‍💨

I know! Isn’t that so precious 🥹 can just imagine all their children giggling through the halls and the two them sitting on their porch swing in the evening while watching them playing in the yard!

Everybody deserves a terry fr. And please believe Dallas has haters on a national level when it comes to terry 👀🤭 a fact that shall be revealed very soon.

No again, thanks for asking! I love having someone to ramble to about this stuff lol it’s fun, so I’m glad you enjoy it too! 💙🫶🏾

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Okay! I have the biggest crush on this man! And I was thinking as I was rereading a previous ask and thought to myself.

Dallas gotta love watching Terry be handy! It’s something about a man that you know can build you a house 🫦

Omg he’s CUTE! I see why you acquired the crush ma’am 🤭

but yes! dallas absolutely LOVES seeing that man be handy around the house 😌 like terry walking around in an old black wife beater and some grey sweats while hauling around expensive and dangerous looking tools to fix shit in their home, just awakens a beast in dallas that she doesn’t quite herself understand. and each time terry is perplexed.

“ baby, all I did was fix the little leak under the downstairs bathroom faucet. it’s not a big deal.” terry laughs, as his back collides with the plush feeling of their recently steamed den couch as his new wife hovers over him, whilst adjusting the bonnet on her head that covers her new flexi rod set to ensure their security for the ride she was about to take them both on.

“ i don’t care! something about watching you do it, made me leak, terrance!” dallas groaned, french tipped almond nails digging and tugging feverishly at the tie of his sweats, “ so, now I need you to lay back and let me fix it. because i cannot keep walking around here with this shit threatening to run down my legs and all over these floors i just mopped on account you wanna be a slutty fix it felix today, sir.”

“ then for your services, if I can still walk after this i’ll make you a shepherd’s pie for dinner and you can take the left over’s for lunch tomorrow.” she purred, finally reaching a hand into his boxers just as her lips met the shell of his ear, “ how that sound, big daddy? sound good? you gone’ fix me up?”

so yeah… 🤭 safe to say she enjoys it.

plus!

fun fact: about a year after they got married, terry and dallas decided to buy one of the BIG and OLDER houses in town that had been foreclosed on and abandoned since they were kids. plus some of the land around it.

and this nigga literally tore that house down and rebuilt it again from the ground up like noah did for allie in the notebook. which quite literally changed a part of dallas’s brain chemistry after that.

and that change eventually resulted in what: twins. 👯

thanks for this ask friend, cause I got to unlock some lore I hadn’t got to talk about yet 💙✨🫶🏾 i love it here!