#coriolanus snow x capitol!reader

[evielmostdefinitely]

Imagine how distraught snow would be if his wife had a really rough time giving birth to their child where she’s coming in and out of conscience and there’s blood and he’s terrified she won’t make it like his mother leading to him hating the baby for a little bc of how badly his wife was recovering sorry for the angst! Ignore this if uncomfortable <3

forever winter |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested, troubles with child birth leaves coriolanus very cold towards your son.

contains: angst. mentions of parental death, blood, complications during birth. darkish coriolanus. kinda fluffy-ish end?

Coriolanus knew the horrors of childbirth. He knew the dangers, the risks. He’d seen the blank stares of a new mother rocking her baby, eyes blank and distant like she’d been through war. He’d heard the solemn whispers in a dim room, quiet and hushed, darting eyes that looked everywhere but the casket- sometimes two. His own mother had been torn from his grasp at a young age because of it, and for a while, he was sure he’d never let his own wife experience it. 

Then he met you. 

You who lit his world up from the inside out, who he rose only each day to see- to love. You who cradled a baby at your engagement announcement, a friend’s newborn, held him so naturally and delicately that it ignited something inside Coriolanus. He wanted a dozen babies with you, he decided at that moment that he’d do anything to make it happen. 

You’d blossomed so naturally, swelled up overnight. Round belly and a glowing demeanor- it was addictive to Coriolanus. How he’d brag, boast proudly to anyone who’d hear it- his wife pregnant, he couldn’t be happier. 

All those fears, worries, were replaced with new ones. Horror stories about infants, toddlers. His own consuming thoughts about being a father. The idea of childbirth was nothing but a fading thought to him. That had been in the war, technology was better, he was in a better place. Your father had ensured his darling daughter would have the best of the best- you always did. The best doctors, the best birthing suite, the best nursery- the best. 

But money couldn’t buy your own body betraying itself at birth. It didn’t stop the bleeding, the paling of your skin as you fluttered in and out of consciousness. 

You’d grunted like an animal, tearing yourself into two for hours, cursing Coriolanus’ name, begging him to make it stop, crushing his hands with your legs up in the stirrups, pushing your baby out. 

Coriolanus was in awe of you, though he’d never get the chance to tell you. How you’d willed yourself to hurt yourself, inflict that selfless pain to bring life into the world. It was positively poetic. 

He’d been so overjoyed hearing your babies gargled cry, the nurses announcing its gender- his gender. His son. A boy. A beautiful boy, wailing and delicate and covered in matter that Coriolanus didn’t even care about when he held him close to his own chest. 

“What is it, Coryo?” You muttered, eyes drooping, chest heaving with aftershocks of pain from the birth. 

“A boy, my love.” Coryo’s eyes shone with tears, lips pressing together to conceal it. “It’s a boy. Our boy, my darling.” 

“A boy…” Your speech was slurred, head lolling back onto the pillow. 

Coriolanus noticed for the first time how still the room had become, his son’s wailing the only sound. The nurses and doctors, once chipper and gleeful, now bearing a sickly paleness to their face, eerily quiet. 

“What? What’s wrong?” Coriolanus snapped, eyes wide, frantic, bouncing around the room. “What’s happening?” 

“We-We can’t find-” The doctor’s voice shook, ducked between your legs in a pile of crimson. Coriolanus’ stomach turned violently. 

“She’s bleeding. We-We can’t find where the bleeding is.” The nurse whispered. 

“What?” Coriolanus snapped. “Bleeding? H-How can she- Find it!” The baby wailed over the sound of Coriolanus’ demanding barks. 

“President Snow, we-we’re trying our best-” 

“-Try harder.” Coriolanus sneered, clutching the baby closer to his chest. “If anything happens to my wife, I will single handedly ensure your bloodline ends with you. Each of you will know what it feels like to lose your family too if you lose her.” He spat, sending the nurses and doctors into a fearful frenzy. 

The newborn wailed, doctors shouted, and Coriolanus’ ears rang, his chest too tight, painfully tight. He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t survive that loss. His eyes fell to the screeching baby beneath him, scrunched face and wailing gums. How was he to raise this baby without you? 

Anger boiled through his chest at the sight of his son- his fault. A cowering nurse, frozen in shaking fear in the corner, watched him carefully as he stormed towards her. “Take this.” Coriolanus sneered, shoving the baby in her arms. 

He hated the feeling, the helplessness that consumed him as he stood, wide eyed and shaking hands he clenched into fists. 

Somewhere, somehow, the doctor found the bleeding, stopping it with a triumphant cry. “Get the blood, get the blood!” He shouted, head hooked over his shoulder. “Infuse it now!” 

Coriolanus wasn’t sure he could remember how to breathe. Memories of the two of your: the moment you met, the first date, his shaking hands asking for yours in marriage, the way you beamed under your veil at the altar, the same glow that you had when you told him you were pregnant. It could all be gone so easily. Had his father felt this way? So helpless? 

Maybe that’s why he’d been so hardened and resentful, so he’d never feel attached- never allow himself to feel so helpless. 

Coriolanus decided he couldn’t blame him, sitting in this chair, watching as you rested. The doctor said there’d be a lot of that in the coming hours. That you’d gone through trauma and you needed time. He wanted to rip you from the bed, shake you until you awoke and told him you were ok. He needed to hear it, maddenned himself with the need for it. 

Instead, he sat. 

Coryo sent the baby out to the nursery. He knew your parents, Tigris, everyone waiting would be thrilled to see the baby boy. Coryo just couldn’t muster the feigned excitement now. The site of his own son made his stomach turn, fear soaked repulsion settled deep in the pitt of his own core. 

Somewhere in the night, you awoke. A rustling and a groan that had Coriolanus snapping out of his dazed sleep, head tucked to his shoulder, slumped in the chair beside your bed. 

“Don’t move.” Coryo commanded, eyes a kind of bright, frantic wide that had you stilling. 

Your throat burned, head dizzy with the medicine they’d pumped into your system. Coriolanus’ hands shook as he brought you the water, hand cupping your jaw gently to feed it to you. You blinked, bleary with confusion. “You’re alright, my love.” Coriolanus' heart swelled, suffocatingly in his own chest. You were alright. 

“Coryo,” You croaked, throat tight, rasping from before, you were sure. You remembered the birth, most of it anyways, the blurry memory of your baby in Coryo’s arms before your memory failed. “The-The baby… Is he alright? W-Where’s my baby?” 

“He’s with your parents, my love.” Coriolanus’ hand smoothes down your matted hair, sticky with dried sweat. “Nevermind him. How are you? Is anything wrong? Do you need anything? I-I’ll call for the nurse.” 

You shook your head, looking around the room. The sheets were clean, your gown clean, but you felt an achy soreness splitting you in half. “What happened?” 

Coriolanus felt the lump in his throat grow, strangling his words in his throat. “Y-You had some complications, darling.” He swallowed the burn of his own tears down in his throat. “You were bleeding but they stopped it.” 

You blinked, unmoving, soaking in the details of your injury. Coriolanus watched you with a studying glare, eyes scanning for any tiny, minor infliction that something was wrong. “Is-Is the baby ok?” You whispered, eyes shining with fear when you met his gaze. 

“The baby’s fine.” Coryo snapped, harsher than he meant to. It alarmed you, your eyes snapping to his carefully. He took a deep breath, holding your hand carefully into his own, thumb running over your knuckles. 

“He’s fine.” Coryo said, softer this time. “I need to know how you are. What do you need from me, my love? What can I do to make it better?” 

You squeezed his hand lightly, your strength weaker than normal. It made Coriolanus’ spine tingle with shooting chills of concern. “I want to see my baby.” You whispered, head leaning against Coryo’s shoulder. 

“No,” Coriolanus shook his head furiously. “No, you-you need to rest, and-and not be bothered by the baby-” 

“-Coryo,” Your eyes rounded, so pitifully pleading Coriolanus would have walked through fire for you if you asked him to. “Please? I just want to see our baby.” 

And how could he say no? He couldn’t, so instead, Coriolanus called the nurse in. Your parents, proud grandparents, holding the baby, tutting over you. Everyone flitting about the birthing room, Tigris even gleaming with joy at the birth of her nephew. All except Coriolanus, who watched in the corner of the room, a stoic look on his face. 

You looked positively radiant, glowing with joy as you held your son. As if that baby hadn’t nearly killed you, Coriolanus wanted to scream the reminder to you, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t dare upset you, risk upsetting you in front of your family. 

“Coriolanus,” Tigris’ soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, brought him away from his own sinking, heavy feelings of disappointment. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, Tigris.” Coryo’s voice was tight, firm and forced, like the look of awkward contentment he tried to paint across his features. 

“You… You haven’t held your son.” Tigris hesitated, voice dropping softly so the others wouldn’t overhear. 

“I don’t wish to hold him right now.” Coriolanus sneered. 

“He is your son, Coriolanus.” Tigris hissed, her voice dropping to a low hush in the room, terrified you or the others might hear. 

“And he almost killed her.” Coryo’s eyes flashed to Tigris’ in horrified rage. “Nearly fated her as my sister did my mother, and if you think for one second I am to be happy at that, then you are-” 

“-Coryo,” Your voice croaked, still weak and tired. It made his heart lurch, attention on you in a second, already walking towards your bedside. 

“Yes, my love? What do you need?” Coriolanus muttered. Normally, he’d be embarrassed, showing such affection especially in front of your parents, but he hoped they’d pardon his vulnerability in the moment, given the circumstances. 

“Look at him,” Your eyes shone with love, pure adoration, as if you weren’t cradling the very thing that almost killed you. It made Coryo sick. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” 

Coriolanus looked down at the small newborn, wrapped in swaddles, eyes closed and lips twitching with the faintest whimper of a cry. He looked so much like you, so much like himself- the perfect blend of the two of you taking your lips but Coriolanus’ nose. 

His heart swelled with pride before he could help it, lips curling in a half smile. He’d grown weak, Coriolanus decided, softened by you and your love. He should be disgusted by the baby, despise him and reject him like an animal in the wild would. But he couldn’t bring himself to it. 

“A fine young boy.” Your father boasted, nodding proudly. “The two of you should be very proud.” 

“Yes,” Coryo swallowed around the lump in his throat. You leaned into his touch, shifting the baby so he could better see him. 

“Any idea on the name?” Your mother hummed, moving beside you. 

“I still think Cyrene would be fitting.” You’re beaming, beautiful and proud when you meet Coriolanus’ gaze. “What do you think, Coryo?” 

“Yes,” Coryo nodded. “I think that would be a fine name.” 

“Cyrene Snow,” You cooed, pressing your nose to the baby’s, pressing a gentle kiss there. Your eyes brimmed with tears when you met Coriolanus’ gaze. “Do you want to hold him, darling?” 

“Are you getting tired?” Coryo watched you carefully. “Do you feel alright?” 

“Yes,” You nodded. “I don’t want to hog the baby. Want you to have a chance too, darling.” 

“That’s alright.” Coryo shook his head politely, suddenly very aware of your parents and Tigris’ gaze on him. “You hold him, my love.” 

You frowned lightly. You knew something was off with Coryo, the tightness in his tone, lips falling in a flat line. You waited until later, when Cyrene lay in his bassinet, your family all gone for the night, just you and Coryo in the birthing suite. 

“Why will you not hold him?” You asked through the still darkness. Coriolanus' eyes snapped to yours fiercely, startled by your tone. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Our baby.” You groaned when you sat up, Coryo rushing to your side. 

“You need to be careful-” 

“-You won’t hold him, Coriolanus.” You gripped his arm, eyes shining in something new- something Coryo wasn’t certain of, but it made his stomach twist. “Why?” 

Coriolanus swallowed, the lump in his throat suffocating him. “The last time I held him,” Coryo’s voice was soft, rasping in the quiet room, barely above a whisper. “You nearly died.” 

The room was still, far too still for either of you to find comfort. A harsh, shocking truth for the both of you, sickening and cruel. Your near damned fated reality, Coriolanus’ worst fears, the peaceful baby resting in the bassinet besides the two of you. 

Pressed into the side of your hospital bed, Coriolanus held you carefully, a stilled reminder that you were still there, that you hadn’t left him. The icy wall he’d built high for his son melted with every soft coo and whisper you gave him, a reminder that you were still with him and would be. 

When Coryo finally held Cyrene again, when he’d stirred awake and you were asleep, he turned to the window overlooking Panem’s Capitol, eyes shining with tears- of regret, joy, pain? Even Coryo wasn’t sure, but he rocked his son to sleep carefully, promising him that one day, he’d have what Coryo had. That he wouldn’t leave him the way his father had, that he’d keep him safe, teach him how to keep you safe.

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

It Couple || Young!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!reader

GIF by @youremyvioleta and divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: just you and Coryo being the it couple at the academy 🤭

Warnings: fem!reader, idk if there’s anything else

Wc: 691

A/n: pls send thru fic requests for Tom!!!!

In the bustling halls of the Academy, you, the epitome of popularity, gracefully navigate the sea of admiring glances. You weren't particularly sure what factor of you made you so popular, maybe it was your kindness, looks, money, name? Whatever the reason may be you liked to bask in it, not in the cocky manner.

Your perfectly coordinated and confident demeanor were enough to turn any mundane day into a spectacle worth watching. Coriolanus Snow, the charming heartthrob of the academy, with his disheveled yet effortlessly handsome appearance, awaited you by your locker.

As he caught sight of you, a charming smile graced his lips, and he fell into step beside you. "Good morning, my love," Coryo said, his voice a velvet murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Good morning, Coryo," your replied with a playful smirk, your eyes meeting his as you exchange a knowing look.

The chemistry between you was undeniable, and it added an extra layer of glamour to the 'it couple' status you both held. The title for it really came from a joke by Clemmie at the cafeteria as fellow students from younger years would shamelessly stare at you and Coryo doing such simple things, which in that case, was simply walking to your table.

From that day forward, the title flourished and spread around the academy. Instead of referring to you and Coryo in the context of you being together, they referred the two of you as the 'it couple'. It was quite undisputed, turning heads and sparking envy among your peers.

As you and Coriolanus walk side by side through the halls of the academy, whispers of admiration trail in your wake. Your relationship with Snow was the talk of the academy, maybe even the Capitol due to your high statuses. The two of you becoming a symbol of perfection, setting the standard for others to emulate.

"Snow and Y/l/n, they're practically royalty around here,' a hushed voice echoed from a cluster of students, "I wish I could be in their group for projects, It's like a ticket to instant success,' another voice chimed in.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus slid his arm around you waist, pulling you in a little closer with a smirk on his lips. "Do you see the way everyone's looking at us," he remarked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of pride and mischief.

It was undeniable that Coryo loved the attention. Even before the two of you started dating he would get attention, but now, it was different. "You just love the attention, don't you?" You teased, leaning into his touch.

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that resonated through the hallway. "Guilty as charged. But it's even better when I get to share it with you, dove." Coryo purrs, his grip on your waist tightening as you giggle.

~

The day unfolded with the usual whirlwind of the classes, but it was during the partnered projects that your unity truly shone. In the lab, you and Coriolanus blended intellect and charm seamlessly, leaving your classmates in awe.

"How do they nail it every time," Io Jasper sighs making those around her chuckle, as they agree after seeing the elaborate model you and Coriolanus crafted. Coriolanus, known for his silver-tongued wit, had a way of making even the most tedious assignments feel like a delightful escapade.

~

Most, if not, all of the Academy's social events became your stage without you giving it much thought, and you and Coriolanus were the headline act. A grand ball celebrating the academy's founding anniversary was the the definition of lavish.

Dressed in a gorgeous dress that rivaled the stars, you walk into Heavensbee hall, your arm linked with Coriolanus. People around the entrance elicit gasps as the spotlight found the two of you.

Arachne rolls her eyes, observing the two of you with a group of friends. "How do they manage to look flawless all the time?" she comments, shaking her head. "It's nauseating." She finishes, tilting her head back to savor a sip of posca. Clemensia chuckles softly, "Well, there's a reason they're known as the 'it couple,'" she says, shrugging casually.

#fanfiction #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x capitol!reader #president snow #young president snow #the capitol #coriolanus smut #fem!reader #coriolanus fanfiction #arachne crane #clemensia dovecote #it couple #coryo snow #coryo x reader

[0anonnymouslyours0]

coriolanus w capitol reader +18

coriolanus snow who met you at some social event for the academy, you were wearing the prettiest dress in academy red, completely unaware of all the hungry eyes on you. coriolanus decided right then and there that he had to have you.

he asks for an introduction, charming you, handing you a white rose from his suit jacket, resting it behind your ear. (ignoring the way his stomach churns in memory of lucy gray)

he whispers in your ear and calls you pretty, allows his hand to rest on the small of your back as he guides you around, delighting in the jealous looks of others.

and soon hes convinced you to sneak away, finding a deserted room, your backed against the wall in seconds. you whine and whimper as he kisses down your neck, taking of your dress. your such a sweet innocent girl, never having been exposed to something like this, yet when his hands find your panties, your soaked and begging him to continue whatever hes doing.

he undo's you from the seams, turning you into a mess that only craves and wants him. when you walk back into the party, everyone knows your his now. and when hes president, and you become the first lady, he treats you in every room of his new castle.

#so for the timeline this is like post lucygray and when hes back in the capitol #coriolanus snow smut #smut #female reader #masterlist #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader smut #oneshot

[ama0310]

The President's Daughter

Character: Finnick Odair

Requested: No

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Arianna Flemings-Snow, the adopted daughter of Coriolanus Snow, bravely volunteers for the 75th Annual Hunger Games. Yet, her courage comes at the cost of confronting not only the repercussions of re-entering the deadly arena but also the profound challenge of sharing it with the man she passionately loves.

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“Finnick Odair, right?” 

Haymitch nods points towards the screen, “ Yes, he won his games at fourteen. Youngest ever. Extremely humble.” 

“You’re kidding right?” He looked like the most narcissistic show off known to man. His stance. His waves. His stupid smirk. He looked as if he were happy to be returning. 

“Yes I’m kidding. He’s a...” Haymitch dramatically flips his hair” …peacock. A total preener but he’s the Capitol darling. They love him here. Charming , smart, and very skilled at combat—especially in water.”

Peta leans forward glancing at the screen, “What about weaknesses?” 

“Well two. First Mags.” A frail looking wrinkly woman pops on the screen. “ She volunteered for Annie. Mags was his mentor and basically raised him. If he’s trying to protect her in any way it exposes him.” 

Katniss stares at the screen seeing the women bravely volunteer for the young girl in hysterics, “A guy like that has to know she’s not going to make it. I bet when it really comes down to it, he won’t protect her. 

Sadness flashes through Haymitch’s eyes, “Well Katniss,  I just hope when she goes…she goes quickly. She’s actually a wonderful lady.” 

The silence fills the room before Peta asks, “And his other weakness?” 

Haymitch lightly smirks before passing  to the next district when a beautiful girl with hair as white as snow comes up. “ District 5. Arianna Flemings. Mostly known as...”

“President Snow’s daughter?” Katniss snaps her head to Haymitch. Eyes widened. 

He tilts his head a bit. “Adopted. She won her games at fifteen. Everyone and I mean everyone fell in love with her. She was the purest of the pure. The cutest of the cute. And the most dangerous of the danger. After one of the tributes killed her district partner all hell broke loose and she murdered the last seven remaining tributes within two hours with one. singular. knife.”

Peta shook his head in disbelief, “If he adopted her then that means he has to have some sort of heart. And he’s letting her go back to the games?” 

Haymitch holds out his hand signaling for the kid to stop talking, “Well, there were rumors about Snow not really adding Arianna’s name into the reaping; however, when her childhood friend was reaped she immediately volunteered. Flabbergasted everyone.” The video shows Arianna immediately protesting and volunteering the moment her friend’s name dropped. The horror on everyone’s face was telling how much the district loved her. 

He cleared his throat and continued, “ I imagined Snow wasn't really happy about that. That’s what he gets for adopting a victor when he’s the leader of these games." He shrugs. "Arianna is very captivating. Even Snow’s heart had to have melt for that young girl. Took her right under his wing. Obviously she was treated like a victor but most importantly she was treated like a Capitol.” 

“If his daughter is that important wouldn’t he know that during the games people will be targeting his daughter. Who wouldn’t if his daughter means that much to him.” 

That’s when Haymtich shook his head, “ Because my dear little Katniss… A) he calls the shots. If you haven’t realized everything in the games are controlled by him and people that love her. He’ll be hovering over you all the entire time. B) She’s a skilled competitor. Again seven tributes dead in two hours by the hands of a 110 pound fifteen year old, hello people keep up. Since then she’s never eased on her training. Obviously she’s bound to have enemies because of her father so she never stopped. Really good using her resources, excellent with knives, basically insanely dangerous. C) Finnick Odair. Both basically spent the last nine years together. Everyone thinks they’re together, but are keeping it hidden because of her father. I’m sure the President feels a lot better having Finnick with her knowing that he would risk his entire life for her. However don’t think it’ll make it easy to kill them. While you two are faking it. They—“ He points to the screen. “Are real. You hurt her and not only will you have Snow on your asses, but a trident in your chest. You hurt him and you’d have knives shoved up every hole in your body. They’re each other’s weaknesses but also strengths. They are who you want to be allies with. I’m serious Katniss don’t mess this up.” 

~~~~~~~

Arianna couldn’t breathe in her dress. It’s not that it’s too tight (which it actually is), but more-so that she’s again back to where she was those many years ago. 

“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe” She lightly whispers under her breath while entering to where all the other Victors were.  She was wearing a beautiful white gown with red lace at the top. Her red make-up contrasting her snow-white features. 

“Isn’t it Snow’s precious girl. Miss Flemings never thought I would have to see you back in the games.” She turns around and sees Gloss from Tribute 1. 

“You and me both. Don’t you look as charming as ever.” She smiles graciously wrapping her arms around her friend. “Where’s Cash?” 

He smiles and points behind him, “Getting the gang back together. Should we be expecting you to join us?” 

Her eyes immediately try to find the one person she truly wanted to ally with. “Gloss I would love to, but I have to check with Finnick. You know wherever he goes I go.”

He nods understanding completely, “And I admire your loyalty. Please try to get him on our side. We really don’t want to have to go against either of you.” 

She nods smiling softly at the man, “Speaking of Finnick do you know where he might be. He wasn’t with Mags.” 

The guy pointed behind her making her turn, “I guess he’s already trying to get the Girl on Fire on his side…without telling you?” 

Arianna lightly hit him, “Glossy I love you, but I hope you weren’t trying to turn me against Finnick. Like you said before I am extremely loyal.” 

He chuckles before backing away, “ Didn’t hurt to try. Now go to lover boy, but please remember what I said.” 

She watches him go back to the Career pack and lightly waves at them before heading towards the duo. 

“Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?” If only she knew the truth. 

She sees him lean forward, making the Girl on Fire look uncomfortable  “With secrets” 

Arianna thought it was the perfect time to break the tension especially since she wanted to talk to the golden boy before they had to parade themselves. “Nicky, we went over this so many times, you should never try to get with an engaged woman. Very inappropriate.” She wraps her arm his waist looking up at him. His smirk turned into a genuine smile. 

He immediately looked down at the young girl smirking, “Arianna, you know I’d never try to get with anyone else but you.” 

She lightly smacks his chest before looking over the girl staring curiously at the duo, “ Arianna Flemings.” She sticks her hand out smiling as Katniss took it. “ My niece absolutely loves you. She always wanted to meet you, my father never really introduced us, but you know how he is. You look absolutely beautiful by the way.”  

Katniss couldn’t help but like the girl in front of her. Though the fact that she is someone that Snow cares about keeps nagging at her, the girl alone seems genuine. “I’m Katniss. I saw your games. Very impressive.” Her curt response made Arianna look at Finnick then back at the girl.

“Thank you and your game was also very impressive.” She smiles and then turns her attention to the man next to her. “Nicky, can I talk to you over there please?” 

His gaze went to his angel and then to the girl who’s staring at them, “I’ll be there in a second need to wrap up my introduction to the Girl on Fire.” 

Arianna rolled her eyes playfully before turning to Katniss, “It was really nice to meet you.”

The two stared as Arianna glides away elegantly. Finnick leans towards the girl with a smile, “She is off limits. You hurt her and I’ll gladly pay back the favor with your fiancé while you watch and die an agonizing death. Got that? ” Before she can answer he backs away going to find his girl. 

He finally sees her talking to her district partner and then shoos him away. "Nicky? Did you really had to use that name? "

Her gaze filled with mischief yet care had him wrapped around her finger, "There's Nick, Nickey, Finnley, Finnerson, Fin-"

"Okay we get it, but there's only one name I like hearing you call me." He leans closer.

"Mon amour" She smirks before lightly pushing him back. "That's only reserved when we aren't about to dive head first into our deaths."

His smile drops, " You are not dying. Snow will not allow it and neither will I."

She caresses his face, "Finnick these are how the games are. Though my father cares for me he wants to destroy the girl even more."

He lightly glares at the girl, gripping her waist a bit tighter. " Why did you have to volunteer dammit. Everything was going to be fine, but you just had to volunteer. Why on earth did you even do that?"

She glances around noticing that people are getting on their carriage to start the parade. " I had to, love. But it's okay. I promise you, it will be okay."

The sincerity in her eyes truly made him believe it was all going to be fine even though his heart knew it wasn't.

They finally break eye contact when her partner tells her that the parade is about to start. "Better get on your carriage Snow White looks like Prince Charming needs you."

She kisses him on the cheek, "I'm not into Princes, I prefer fishermen" winking and getting on her carriage.

They both know that no matter what happens in the ring. Capitol be dam. Districts be dam. Both their goal is to protect one another no matter what the cost is.

#president snow #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #the hunger games #capitol #coriolanus snow #finnick odair imagine

[captainremmington-13]

A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Coriolanus and Bellova argue yet again. But this time, there are consequences that change both of their lives forever.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A VERY DARK CHAPTER. It contains manipulation/gaslighting/brainwashing, cursing, violence, and misogynistic undertones

A/n: This chapter is from Coriolanus’s POV (still in third-person). The next chapter will recount these same events but from Bellova’s POV. Also, the part in all italics is a flashback.

Coriolanus had never felt better. 

He had secured his position as an apprentice Gamemaker, was flourishing at the University, had become the heir to the Plinth fortune, and no longer worried about going hungry or losing his home. 

He felt as if he was on top of the world. And he intended to stay that way, no matter what it took. 

Coriolanus sat in his office in the Citadel, adding the finishing touches on a report Dr. Gaul had assigned for his military strategies class. He was no longer afraid of her, and had come to admire her macabre ways. Violence and death was simply a part of life, after all. There was no use in being scared of it.

He glanced at the new monocle lying on a stack of books that “Ma” Plinth had gifted him that morning. It reminded him of Dean Highbottom. Normally, thinking of the old fool would irritate him, but now it made him smile. 

Rat poison truly did come in handy. 

Putting down his pen, he looked at his watch. Twelve o’clock. He figured now was a good time to pause his work to eat lunch. Now that he could afford to purchase anything he wanted whenever he wanted, buying food was never an issue.

He checked his reflection quickly in the silver mirror on his desk, and grabbed his leather satchel which contained a matching wallet. Just as he was about to stand up, someone knocked on the door. 

Now annoyed, he sunk back in his chair. “Come in. And don’t waste my time.”

In walked none other than Bellova Reginelle, donning a suspiciously wide smile. He immediately took in the blood-red dress she wore. It was a beautiful velvet garment that fell down to her ankles but had a daring slit in the side. The bodice made her figure look flawless, and the off-the-shoulder sleeves complimented her slender neck and shoulders. She wore matching gloves that went past her elbows, as well as a pair of tall black stilettos. 

In short, she looked like a threat. One that needed to be eliminated before it could cause trouble. 

Coriolanus simply gave her an indifferent look. “What brings you here?”

His old rival let out a short laugh. “Hello to you too.”

He rolled his eyes. “I said not to waste my time. Get to the point before I kick you out.” 

“Fine, fine,” Bellova said. She stood before his desk, looking down at him with a slightly smug expression that made Coriolanus grit his teeth in annoyance. “I have…a proposal for you.”

He smirked. “That’s odd, considering that you’ve spent the last few months avoiding me.”

She purses her lips, clearly trying not to roll her eyes. “I decided that wasn’t the best course of action. We’re not children anymore, Snow, being petty won’t get us anywhere. Instead of working against each other, maybe combining our power and influence would be more beneficial. For both of us.”

Coriolanus frowned. “So what exactly are you proposing?” 

Bellova inhaled sharply. “We should get married.”

He blinked. “Pardon?“

“It would be a politically intelligent move. With my connections in the Department of Justice and yours with Dr. Gaul and the Gamemakers, we could be unstoppable. Nobody would dare to cross us ever again. All we’d have to do is play pretend for the press, and we would have a chokehold on the entire Capitol.”

A beat of silence passed.

Then, Coriolanus laughed. It was a cold, condescending laugh, which grew louder at the sight of Bellova’s furious expression.

“You seriously thought I would consider marrying you? You truly are delusional.”

Bellova’s face hardened, contorting with rage. “Fine then,” she said slowly. “How about this: either agree to my proposal, or I won’t hesitate to ruin your life again.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “And how exactly would you do that?”

Bellova smiled cruelly. “I would tell every press outlet in the Capitol every awful thing I know about you. I would tell them that your asshole of a father stole the idea of the Hunger Games from Casca Highbottom just to impress Dr. Gaul. I would tell them how you murdered that tribute in cold blood the arena last year. I’d tell them that you sent Sejanus Plinth to his grave and used his parent’s grief to replace him as the heir to the Plinth fortune. And I would tell them how you murdered Dean Highbottom just last week. Did I miss anything?”

Coriolanus just looked at her, stunned. 

“Oh yes, how could I forget: I’d tell them that you fell in love with a district girl and cheated in the Games just to keep her alive-“

“I did not love Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus snarled.

Bellova sneered back. “You’re the worst liar I know, you should really learn the art of deception if you want to be a politician. What happened to your little songbird anyway? Did you kill her to keep her from spilling your secrets?”

Coriolanus felt his heart pound loudly in his chest. How she had discovered all of these things, he didn’t know. 

What he did know was that he had to ensure she never told a soul. 

His hand reached down to open one of his drawers. He had a feeling he may need what was inside.

Then he stood up, towering over her. “Nobody would believe any of that, especially coming from you.” 

Bellova blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re a conniving, overprivileged, pathetic little c-“

His insult was cut off by a sharp blow to the face. 

“How dare you speak to me that way?” Bellova screamed, her eyes glinting with pure hatred.

“I’ll speak to you however I fucking please,” Coriolanus sneered, walking around his desk to stand within a few feet of her. 

Bellova was too enraged to see what he slipped into his pocket.

“I’m going to murder you, Snow,” she seethed.

“That’s ironic, considering you came here with the intention of marrying me.” 

Apparently, that was enough to completely shatter her composure. 

Bellova started towards him, her perfectly manicured hands reaching out to wrap around his neck. As soon as she began to move, however, Coriolanus reached into his coat pocket, his palm wrapping around cold metal.

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Coriolanus sat on a stool, waiting for Dr. Gaul to return. She had summoned him to her lab show him something she called “a leash in a bottle”. He didn’t have the slightest clue what that meant, but he supposed he was about to find out. 

The doctor reappeared, holding a metal box protected by a combination lock. Setting it down on the table in front of Coriolanus, she quickly entered the code and removed the lid.

Dr. Gaul reached her gloved hand into the box and retrieved a single syringe. It was slightly bigger than a normal one, and it was filled with a clear concoction.

“I’m very proud of this,” the doctor began, her eyes full of glee. “I have spent years trying to perfect it.”

Coriolanus nodded in acknowledgment. “What exactly does it do?“ he asked. 

Dr. Gaul grinned wickedly. “When injected into the neck of a human body, it quickly begins to alter the brain. It will decimate any hostile tendencies, replacing them with a docile and pliant nature. The injected person will also experience severe memory loss, but the doses can be altered to only erase certain things, such as this one here. After it has taken full effect, the injected can be molded into whatever the injector desires.”

Coriolanus stared at the syringe in awe. “That’s…incredible.”

The doctor beamed at him. “Thank you, my dear.” She put the syringe back in it’s box, and held it out to Coriolanus. “This one is for you. To use in your time of need.” 

Coriolanus took the box carefully. “Dr. Gaul,” he said. “With all due respect, why give this to me and not someone else?”

She chuckled lowly. “I have a feeling you’ll find the answer to that very soon.”

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When Bellova’s hands were an inch away from his neck, Coriolanus shoved her, sending her stumbling backwards into the wall. Before she could lift her arms again, Coriolanus whipped the syringe out of his pocket. 

He used one hand to pin her to the wall, and grinned as her eyes widened in fear. 

“Snow, what the fuck are you doing-“

She cut herself off with a piercing scream as the needle of the syringe was plunged into her neck.

Coriolanus swiftly injected the serum, keeping his hold on Bellova tight to ensure she did not escape. When the dose was fully gone, he pulled out the needle and tossed the syringe to the side. He stepped back and let Bellova collapse to the floor, writing in agony. 

Her entire body was shaking, as if she was having a seizure. Somehow, she managed to climb onto all fours, letting out choked moans of pain. 

“Wh-What,” she gasped. “What are you doing to me?” 

Coriolanus crouched down in front of her, grabbing her by the chin firmly. “Finally shutting you up after all these years.”

“No!” Bellova squeezed her eyes shut, and tears began to roll down her face. Her arms soon gave out, leaving her to curl up in a ball on the cold tile floor again.

Coriolanus stood up, waiting for Bellova to stop convulsing. It took at least another couple minutes for her to go still. 

He leaned down again to inspect her. Her body seemed completely limp, her eyes were shut, and her breathing was steady once more. 

Then, her eyes shot open. Coriolanus watched intently. She looked dazed, and her grey eyes, which usually had a piercing nature to them, were wider and almost…innocent-looking. 

Bellova slowly sat up, shifting so that she sat back on her heels, her knees pressed against the tile. She looked up at him, her eyes full of nothing but naivety. 

“Hi Coryo,” she said, her tone so soft and sweet that Coriolanus had to refrain from gaping at her in shock. “I…I must have hit my head or something…why am I on the floor? What happened?“

Coriolanus’s mind raced to think of a proper lie. “You passed out due to dehydration and hit your head. You must be more careful.”

Bellova smiled brightly. “I will Coryo, I promise. I’m confused, though…who am I to you again? I can’t seem to recall.”

A deceivingly warm smile spread across his lips. “I’m your fiancé. We’re set to be married in the next couple years.”

“We are?” Bellova said, a look of awe on her face. 

Coriolanus laughed quietly. She looked so helpless, so gullible. “Yes, we are. You’re my future bride, how could you forget that?”

Bellova took his hand when he offered it to help her stand. She giggled, stumbling forward slightly and leaning her head against his chest. “I’m a lucky girl, aren’t I? I’m going to have the most handsome husband in the Capitol.”

Coriolanus stiffly embraced her, and felt her sigh happily against him. This seemed like a hallucination, like something that simply didn’t fit within the reality that he knew. 

All his life, he had harbored mixed feelings about Bellova. Sometimes he really enjoyed her company, other times he despised her more than anyone else. But after he realized that she’d been a driving factor in why he was convicted of cheating in the Games, he felt nothing but hate and contempt towards her. She was simply another Capitol brat. But she was an intelligent Capitol brat, one who possessed a mountain of damning information about him. 

Simply changing her personality into something more…agreeable instead of killing her was an act of mercy. 

Coriolanus allowed himself to smile. He quite liked this new version of her. She was like a toy, a mindless but pretty figurine that would bend to his every whim.  

She was no longer his rival or a threat to his career.

She was a puppet, and he held all of her strings.

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[clementinechatsshit]

money, power, glory - coriolanus snow x plinth!oc

description: rhea plinth wanted one thing more than anything in this world. power. this is her story of descending into the hunger for power. the addiction to it. and if she can love through this hunger.

tw: 18+ standard hunger games shizzle, strong language, spice, toxic relationships, power hungry bitches, rhea is just as twisted as snow

a/n: hi peeps, this is my first attempt at writing anything ff related, but coryo has been in my brain since i read tbosas. i didnt want to write him ooc but rather embrace the fact that he is bat shit crazy and create a character that also embraces and encourages that side of him. i dont think ive read any ffs that have a reader/oc that is also as fucked up as snow. pls be nice

What is the purpose of the Hunger Games? 

I used to think that they were to bring justice to Panem. To punish the districts for the uprising. We’d always been taught that, and I believed it. Yet, now I see things a little differently. I see things for how they truly are. I was eighteen when I learnt the truth about the Hunger Games. How they are played, and how they are really won.

‘Rhea?’ a voice echoes from behind me. I snap my head around to see my brother leant against the frame of my bedroom door.

‘Sejanus, what have I said about knocking’, he flinches at my response, my tone harsher than intended. 

He lowers his gaze to the blazer in his grip, cowering from the hardened stare I deliver his way. ‘I’m sorry’ weak, ‘we’re going to be late’. 

I turn to fully face him, lifting my face to a content smile. My heels clack on the marble flooring as I cross the room, I pause for a second in front of him, waiting. Sejanus holds his elbow out for me to link my hand through, my gloved hand brushes the soft thread of his shirt as an avox approaches and hands me my purse. 

‘Bye, mother!’, ‘See ya, Ma’ we shout as we leave the penthouse. Sejanus never stopped calling our mother ‘ma’, juvenile if you ask me. Sometimes I think he wants to be back in the districts.

The red silk of my dress grazes the bottoms of my calves as we make our way to the car, another avox our driver. I see avox’s as the perfect company, they know their place in this society, even if they did have to learn it the hard way. They know that they have no power, they have accepted that there are consequences to their actions. They don’t talk back either. 

‘The Academy’ a demand, not a request. 

‘Please.’ Sejanus adds

The Academy. Only the elites have the privilege of attending, and only the greats go on to study at the University. We may not be Capitol born, but we belong there more than anybody else. For ten years, I have been proving my place amongst my fellow students, before I even set foot in the Capitol, I knew I am simply better than them all.

I entered first. Shoulders back, chin up. Make them stare. The first thing I know about power. If you can’t command a room, you have none. I felt the eyes on me as I strode in, then I heard the whispers. I had power, you see, I have their attention when I give them none. I glance around the room attempting to find someone worth a morsel of my time, when I hear his voice.

‘Rhea Plinth’, that is a voice I would never tire of hearing.

‘Coriolanus Snow’ I acknowledge him, giving him a once over. The pinstripes of his dress shirt, dated, yet he made it look like an arising trend in the Capitol. A rose tucked into the formal vest. He was handsome indeed, a shame about the mismatched tesserae buttons. I placed my hand into his outstretched palm, watching him raise it to his lips as he leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it in greeting. 

‘Rhea, can you just get it over and done with, Snow won the Plinth Prize, didn’t he?’ the bratty whine of Arachne Crane interrupted.

‘I can’t confirm anything’, power, ‘however, I can say things will get interesting this year.’ my voice almost sultry as I spoke directly to Coriolanus, not even bothering to turn to Arachne. 

‘Now, Coriolanus, walk with me?’ a huff sounds from beside us as we turn to leave the hall. 

‘Won’t people suspect something?’ I feel his breath on my neck as he hunches down to be level with my ear.

‘They’ll just assume I’m telling you about the prize’, I remain facing ahead, the doors to the adjoining hallway open. A rare smile hooks at the corners of my mouth as we round the corner, a pillar shielding us from the curious eyes of anyone passing. 

‘Ah yes, Miss Plinth doing her duty as the liaison for the prestigious Plinth family.’ His mocking tone forces my eyes to roll, as we slowly step backwards. I may be the representative of the Plinth family for all intents and purposes, but with Coriolanus, I don’t have to be. See, I know who he really is, I know that his family has no money, I’ve seen the apartment they live in. Deep down, I know that all he sees in me is District, but I am the one thing that stands between him and the power he craves. That’s why we have this arrangement. I secure his future in the Capitol, and he makes sure that no one will ever see me as district again. 

I’m drawn from my thoughts as my skin hits the cold wall behind me, a hand snaking its way around my waist. A hooked finger nudges my chin, lifting my gaze to meet the piercing blue eyes looking down at me. The intensity of his stare is almost intimidating. His grip changes as he strokes a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. 

‘You look pretty like this,’ he murmurs, leaning in. His lips graze mine and I feel him inhale. Like he’s breathing in my surrender. I crash my lips against his, our noses bumping against each other, but neither of us minding. His lips are rough against mine, more aggressive. You look pretty like this. I look pretty when you think you have control over me.

I reach my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers into the blond curls. I tug once, he groans, I tug again. Who’s in control now, Coryo. He squeezes my waist and I sigh into the kiss. Our whole exchange is a power play. His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches his hand lower, and lower. Maybe I could give in this once.

The echo of someone clearing their throat shatters the tension between us. Coriolanus takes a few instinctive steps back as I swing my head around to look at who dared interrupt us. 

Dean Casca Highbottom.

‘Mr Snow, Miss Plinth. I assume you are heading into the hall to hear the announcement?’ He looked disgusted, disappointed. 

‘Yes, of course, Dean Highbottom.’ Coriolanus responded instantly, leaving me standing with the Dean, marching back into the grand hall, his hands reaching up to fix his hair

‘They can’t make the announcement without me, Casca. You know that,’ I give him a knowing look before following Coriolanus’ lead. I look back over my shoulder to see the Dean opening a vial and consuming the contents. 

I found Coriolanus standing with my brother and another girl from our class, Dovecote, Clemensia I believe. I give her a slight nod as a hello, not wanting to waste my breath on her. ‘Hello Sejanus, Coriolanus.’ glancing up at the boys, flashing a quick smirk at them.

‘Rhea, where were you?’ Sejanus queries, his brows furrowed, ‘you’re meant to be naming the winner.’ 

‘Brother mine, you worry too much. Besides, there's been a slight change in plan.’ This is power. Knowledge. Money. 

‘Can everyone take their seats,’ the instructions come from one of the teachers at the Academy.

I leave the group and make my way up to the podium, passing Dean Highbottom on the way. The room silences as I ascend the stairs. As I glance down to the crowd, I catch Coriolanus’ eye, he looks hopeful. He needs this prize. To anyone else, it’s about the title. To him, this is everything. 

‘My father, Strabo Plinth, has been gracious enough, over the years, to provide incentive to those at the Academy in the form of the Plinth Prize. An award bestowed upon the student who excels in every aspect of their education. An honour for any student who wins it.’ my voice strong, conductive, they are hanging on my every word. Power. I see Arachne glare over at the blond boy, they all think they know. They all think he has won. ‘This year, we want to make things harder, create more of a challenge. This year, myself and my mentor, Dr. Ghaul, want you. The top twenty-four. The elite. To become mentors yourselves.’ slight muttering begins to spread around the room. ‘This reaping day, you will be assigned tributes, you will guide them, make spectacles of them, and one of you. You will create a victor.’ 

The voices become louder, anger begins to bubble. Arachne is already complaining, Sejanus looks horrified. But Coriolanus, he is furious. And me, a large grin spreads its way across my face.

Now this. This is power.

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[iliveonteaandbooks]

Flower Crowns

Word Count: 693 words (Sorry it's a short one)

Pairing: Young! Coriolanus Snow x Reader

A/N: I loved writing this and I hope you loved it to! I feel like something in this style would make a good mini - series or series. What do you think? Please do not copy kr get too inspired with my work, reblogs are however, appreciated. Keep in mind I have not yet edited, so please excuse and mispelling and grammatical errors. Please like and comment! Thank you!

Coriolanus watched the quick and gentle movements of your hands, bending the stem of a cornflower behind another one, carefully twisting it and doing the same for a daisy.

You worked briskly through the next few flowers from the bouquet laying beside you, which both you and Coriolanus spent the previous hour gathering. The flowers consisting of daisies, cornflowers, and bluebells, along with a few leftover poppies, blanket flowers, and asters from your flower crown.

Coriolanus gently smiled to himself as he watched your cute, scrunched up in concentration face as you continued the flower crown in your hands, fully unaware of the icy - blue eyes watching you lovingly.

His eyes traced every one of your features, as if trying to memorize them.

Your mesmerizing eyes he could drown in.

Your adorable nose.

Your sweet lips...

The thoughts of kissing them filled his head and another smile, even bigger than before, appeared on his face.

His eyes lingered on your soft skin, glowing in the sunlight. Oh how he wished he could gently trace his hands across your soft cheek with his fingers, as his lips hovered over yours, noses brushing against each other, and eyelashes tickling each other.

Your hair glimmered against the sun's rays and desperately fought the urge to comb his hand through your strands of hair, soft against his fingertips.

His gaze trailed down back to your hands. He wanted to feel the warm softness of your silk - like hands against his pale, slender ones.

The gorgeous wildflowers you were holding and the ones beside you could not compare to the enchanted beauty he saw in you.

"Coryo? Coryo!" you snapped your fingers in front of him, trying to wake him from his trance.

He blinked, suddenly alert.

"Yes, love?" Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname. You hated it, yet loved it all at once.

"I've been trying to get your attention for nearly a hundred years, Coryo!" you sighed exasperatedly, a hint of humor in your voice.

You were one of the only people able to call him that. If it was anyone else, your friendship and perhaps your life would have been long gone.

He smirked at you.

"Sorry, love." he wasn't sorry at all.

"I finished your flower crown." you smiled sheepishly, suddenly shy.

You showed him the finished product.

Daisies, cornflowers, and bluebells elegantly intertwined to create a crown like never before.

"It's beautiful, love." breathed Coriolanus, his eyes looking up to meet your humbled gaze.

"Let me put it on you." you breathed.

"Pease do." he said, motioning to his flower-crownless head and scooted towards you.

He leaned in.

Your breath hitched, as your fingertips came into touch with his hair.

You gently set down the crown of flowers atop his head, brushed a couple of strands of hair out of his eyes, admiring your work.

"Thanks, love." he whispered.

"No problem, Coryo." He only smiled at that.

You slowly stood up, wanting to collect more flowers to take home to your grandmother and some for the dinner table, when your got stuck in a particularly nasty weed, tripping you and making you fall...on top of none other than Coriolanus. Luckily the fall was softer than expected.

For few moments you two just stayed there, his hand on the small of your back and your hands on his chest. You were so close you could feel his warm breath against your neck, and if you wanted to - if you could - you would be able to kiss him.

"Hi." Coriolanus finally whispered, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Hi." you whispered back.

Then a funny thought popped into your head making you smile like crazy.

"What?" asked Coriolanus, furrowing his brows.

You began giggling.

"I guess Snow doesn't always land on top." you smirked, partly from your genius - ness and partly from mockingly shocked expression, all the humor plastered on his face and his blue eyes twinkling.

You quickly jumped up and ran off, occasionally looking back, indicating Coriolanus to chase after you, and laughing. That laugh that was like music to Coriolanus' ears.

Shaking his head and grinning, he was soon running after your laughing figure.

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[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

HIS BELLADONA PT.2 treech x mentor reader Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

On the way back I just listened to Cory rant about the injustice towards him.,, The old fool wants to humiliate me completely. He gave me a girl and she's also from the twelfth district." he foamed. "Don't give up Coryo, be nice to her and help her," I answered him. I honestly wished he would go away. I understand that he wanted to win the Plinth scholarship, but this was about the lives of innocents headed for the slaughterhouse. It bothered me that he was talking about her as some piece of trash that was blocking his way.,, You're right, I should calm down." he admitted and we continued to discuss homework for the next week. When we arrived at our apartment complex, the mood was already full of joking and laughing. But the laughter passed me when I opened the door to the apartment that looked like a hurricane was raging. Before I could draw breath to call my father if he was still home, something glass hit me in the back. I fell to the ground in excruciating pain. The pain shot from several places, which only confirmed my suspicion that the glass bottle had broken and the shards were racing into my back. Before I could breathe out the pain, a hard, well-aimed kick landed in my stomach. "Ahhh.. what are you doing." I yelled at my father through clenched teeth.,, I should be asking you that." he yelled and grabbed my hair.,, I told you to stay away from danger and you're going straight into it, why are you participating in those Hunger Games games.” he spat right in my face and his alcohol breath made me want to throw up.Everything was overwhelming my head and back hurt and he just kept yelling at me, but suddenly he said a sentence that shocked us both.,, ... why do you have to keep putting yourself in danger Julia." My mother's name immediately brings me out of the foggy haze of my mind. It has the same effect on my father as he looks as if he has just been snapped out of a trance. Suddenly he lets go of my hair and grabs a full bottle of brandy and runs out the door. I wanted to scream and curse and curse whatever gods there are but now I had no choice strength. I just lay down on the floor and closed my eyes. I was woken up by voices and a gentle shaking on my hand, I moaned and tried to open my eyes.,, Coryo look she woke up, she's fine." that voice was Tigris after all. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up but my head quickly spun and I fell back onto my stomach,, Be careful not to get up, ohh he set you up real good. Coryo take her up to us and we'll treat her." Tigris ordered and walked forward to prepare the medical supplies.,, You don't need to, I'm fine.." I grunted into Coriolanus's chest as he carried me upstairs. However, the boy just held me tighter and carried me to their apartment where Tigris treated and cleaned my wounds. I was with them for about another hour when Coryo and I agreed that tomorrow morning we would go to welcome our tributes to the station. I spent the whole evening making sandwiches both for my tribute and for Coriolanus as a thank you. I prepared sandwiches, water and two apples.

Morning came all too quickly and before I knew it I was walking next to Coryo towards the station. I noticed that he was carrying one of his grandmother's precious roses.,, This is for your tribute." I asked curiously. "Um, what did you bring for your tribute?" he asked in return.,, I brought him food and water, I think he'll be exhausted from traveling, and by the way, I brought you food too, as a thank you." I said as I handed him a sandwich. Coryo just nodded gratefully and took a bite. We waited at the station for about a quarter of an hour before we heard the familiar whistle of the train. However, when the train appeared, I was confused, this train was used to transport animals and not people. When the train stopped, peacekeepers boarded it and began to open the doors of the carriages. At first, no one came out of them, but soon the peacekeepers began to shout abuse and bang on the walls to tributes climbed out. After a while people finally started to climb out. I was shocked most of the tributes were in really bad shape. They were tired, dirty and definitely hungry and thirsty. I noticed that Coryo had found his tribute and that forced me to find Treech myself . I just noticed him when he was jumping off the train and helping his partner from the district. I took a deep breath and took a few steps towards him. "Hello Treech." I spoke to him. He looked at me in return and muttered in a hostile tone. "And who are you?" I'd be lying if I expected a warmer welcome.,, I'm (Y/N) Belladon and I'm your assigned mentor, welcome to the Capitol Treech and Lamina." I addressed him and his district partner.

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[spideyhexx]

“for you. sorry” i’m gonna scream that’s so fucking cute

LIKEEEEEE

wait had a cute idea of if you couldn’t come to class one day and coryo writes you notes without you even asking him to :( like fully comes over to your place after school and drops the notes off like it’s mail :( or if you have like a maid or smth akin and they’re like yeah the Snow boy dropped this off :(

#coryoasks #when I think about that I think of reader as like a wealthier capitol socialite yanno #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction

[xxshift4teamcapxx]

Coryo + Sej with a secret exotic dancer reader

I had a filthy idea where reader secretly dances at a capital burlesque club but goes to the academy and their boss pays for their classes. The boys go out with their classmates one night and sneak into the club, only to find reader performing on the big stage. Festus orders her to be assigned to their VIP room thinking they'd be drawn to his wealth, but they are too distracted by Sejanus and Coriolanus' hungry eyes mentally devouring them to care about any of the tips thrown their way.

Lmk if I should write it and make sure to credit me if you write it yourself.

Jazlyn~🦚

#coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #coriolanus x sejanus #sejanus x reader #coriolanus x reader #tbosbas #poc writer #capitol reader

[lythea-creation]

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader (Chapter 5)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

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“Johanna? Why do you even want to do this?”, I asked her while getting ready for a special TV broadcast with Caesar Flickerman.

Finally I could choose my clothes myself and was not forced to be on TV.

“Snow tried forcing me into prostitution, too. I refused and now all the people I loved are gone.” These two sentences made me understand her a lot better. Though I feared even more now that Snow might harm my family after the TV broadcast.

“He will keep using you if you don't resist. And since you are a victor, your family will always be in danger. It's not a fairy tale that family members of victors often get reaped as well”, Johanna told me.

“That's not exactly helping”, I shot back nervously.

“Well. The world is cruel. Without fighting you can't win. Maybe Snow usually wins the battles, but we will win the war”, she declared confidently.

We set off toward the stage.

“Aren't you afraid that Snow will use us against each other?”, I questioned.

“He would do that anyway if he wanted to. No matter whether we are friends or a couple”, she shrugged it off.

She had some nerves.

“Ladies and Gentleman! Today we have a special broadcast with two of our recent and favorite victors! Let's welcome them with great applause! The victors of the 71st and 72nd Hunger Games! Johanna Mason from district 7 and (f/n) (l/n) from district 11!”, Caesar announced.

Johanna grabbed my hand and pulled me with her onto the stage, attempting to smile but ending up grinning.

I smiled brightly at the cheering audience and it was making me feel sick. They only cared about their entertainment, never considering the lives of the people behind the scenes.

Johanna and I sat down on the couch, close to each other of course.

Her hand was resting on my thigh, my hand laying over hers.

“So, Johanna. It's unusual for you to ask for such attention. What would you like to tell us today, so close after the 73rd Hunger Games?”, Caesar wondered.

“Sorry. We didn't want to steal Matthew's attention. But we will be going home soon and wanted to announce it as soon as possible, together at the Capitol”, I interjected.

“No, no. I'm sure, it's alright. What is it?”

Silence fell over the area. You could even hear an earring fall right now.

“(f/n) and I want to proclaim our relationship today. I'm happy to call her my girlfriend now”, Johanna stated.

Gasps were heard in the audience and soon everyone was babbling.

“Congratulations, you two! I didn't expect that, to be honest! How did it happen?”, Caesar shushed the audience.

They were curious.

“We came along right away. It was love at first sight”, I declared smiling lovingly at Johanna.

She grinned back at me and pulled me closer.

“Indeed”, Johanna agreed and closed the gap between us.

Everyone cheered.

“Such a lovely couple!”, Caesar exclaimed. “When did you meet for the first time? When did you know that you loved each other?”, Caesar continued the interview.

“We already saw each others Games. That was when she awakened my interest. When I saw her taking a break from talking to the sponsors, I followed her. Something inside of me just wanted to get to know her. When we first talked I knew something was off. I felt strange. At that time I didn't realize that I loved her. But the urge to be close to her remained and I used every chance I could get. When she was unsettled about something, I wanted to make her feel better. I had never felt like that before. But in that moment I noticed how much I wanted to make her happy and be with her as much as possible”, Johanna declared.

She kept looking between Caesar and me. Her words sounded so sincere that I almost believed them myself, although I knew it was just an act.

“And obviously it's reciprocated. (f/n) can't even take her eyes off of you”, Caesar noticed making me quickly avert eye contact, a blush adorning my face.

I had not even realized that I had been staring at Johanna.

The audience laughed. Some 'awww's could be heard.

“I guess I'm speaking for all of us if I say that we are happy that you're sharing your story with us”, Caesar changed the topic.

“Of course! We wouldn't want to keep any secrets from our lovely viewers”, Johanna exclaimed.

Luckily I managed to suppress my laughter at the irony.

They had no idea how provocative Johanna had been right now. In reality they did not understand anything, but just believed everything they were told. Had to be easy to trust so naively. At least until the truth came out.

It was beneficial for us as we could manipulate them and use them against Snow.

Suddenly I felt sympathy rise inside of me. The citizens of the Capitol were nothing more than dolls. They moved depending on the strings the celebrities decided to pull, not even noticing that there movements were being controlled.

“We are definitely grateful for that and excited to see how your relationship is going to develop”, Caesar declared.

“Yes. I immediately wanted to show you that (f/n) belongs to me. So no one is working up false hopes of snatching her away”, Johanna stated grinning.

Her arm was slung around my waist.

“Though there is one problem. We are living in different districts and moving isn't an option right now. It would be horrible to only see each other at the Capitol. I wish we could at least use the train”, I pointed out sadly.

A loud discussion erupted among the audience.

“I'm sure we will find a solution for that. We would be furious if Snow did not allow them to visit each other, right?”

Caesar got loud approval from the crowd.

“Thank you! You are the best!” I smiled brightly. “But we would like to use the rest of our time here together to its fullest. Would it be alright if we left now?”, I asked.

“Of course. We don't want to hold you back. Enjoy your time and keep us up to date”, Caesar requested.

“Sure”, Johanna agreed and pulled me up with her.

We left the stage, holding hands as the audience cheered us on. We stayed like that until we reached the apartment where we let us fall onto Johanna's bed.

“That was exhausting!” I sighed.

“True”, she agreed.

“Though you were extremely credibly. I almost believed your words myself”, I admitted.

Johanna started laughing. “I don't know about you, but I'm going to sleep now. Those idiots absorbed all my energy.”

I hesitated.

“What? Wanna keep on the act and sleep beside me or what?”, she joked.

“Would you mind?” I blushed deeply at my question.

I had not been able to stop my mouth from saying those words out loud. But the thought of possible nightmares bothered me even more than my embarrassment.

My request had taken Johanna off guard and made her speechless. This was the first time I experienced her being that way.

“At home I'm usually sharing a bed with my sister Rue. If you don't want to, it's alright. I don't want to bother you.”

Johanna's grin returned. “No, I just didn't expect you to … ya know. Never mind! Just make yourself comfortable. It's not like I care.”

I sighed and snuggled under the blanket. None of us was energetic enough to get a second one or to even change clothes.

I had not slept properly since I had left district 11 about three weeks ago. So falling asleep was not a problem. It was rather the part of staying asleep that was bothering me. I was afraid of getting another nightmare and hence held onto my necklace.

Suddenly Johanna turned around and pulled me toward her. How had she fallen asleep so quickly? Although I had to admit that being close to her made me feel safe right now. And that was exactly what I had needed to fall into a peaceful and relaxing sleep.

“(f/n).” Johanna's voice and surprisingly gentle shaking ripped me out of my sleep. “Geez! You could have slept through a tornado! Get off! My bladder is about to burst if you don't move!”

Confusion filled me in my sleepy state until I noticed that I was laying on Johanna's arm/shoulder.

I quickly sat up. Apparently too quickly as my vision got blurry for a moment.

Johanna did not waste a second to hurry toward the bathroom.

A smile crept onto my face. She had obviously waited far too long for me to wake up instead of waking me up herself.

A look at the clock told me that it was already one pm. Seemed like I had caught up some of the lost sleep of the last weeks.

I decided to call my family to check up on them.

“Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to stay because of your new girlfriend?”, Rue immediately asked me when she noticed it was me.

“Sorry. Everything and everyone is going crazy over here. I will tell you some details when I'm back”, I promised. “How are things going at home? Are you all doing fine?”, I reassured.

“Yes, same as usual”, Rue soothed me without realizing.

“Okay. I will be back in about a week. I love you, Rue.”

I felt like I could see her cute smile through the phone.

“I love you, too”, she said and hung up.

“How cute”, Johanna stated sarcastically.

“Don't mess with my family”, I half-joked.

She frowned and put her hands up in a surrendering manner. “Alright.”

Soon her frown was replaced by her signature grin. “Anything in particular you wanna do today?”, she wondered.

“No, not really ... except eating a lot of this amazing food.” I laughed slightly.

“They have all kinds of luxury. Have you ever played video games?”

“What's that?”

Johanna laughed. “Then, it's settled. You can't decline.”

Apparently I liked video games and was how Johanna put it: a natural. I did not just get to know many different games but also a lot of district 7's cursing.

After some hours Johanna threw her controller away. “Are you kidding me? You had to be lying about never having played video games before! You beat me in every fucking game!”

“No! I'm an honest person”, I insisted.

“You are fooling the whole Capitol”, she reminded me.

“I'm mostly an honest person”, I corrected myself.

Johanna shook her head, grinning again.

“But now that I'm thinking about it. Every victor, even every tribute has their own way of presenting themselves to the Capitol. Finnick even has kind of another identity. If you ask me the playboy role doesn't suit him. You are provocative and challenging. Matthew is brutal and smart. What is my style?”, I wondered.

Johanna stayed silent for a moment. “You are the cute, natural type. If you hadn't pulled that totally badass move of killing the boy with the arrow, you would have seemed absolutely innocent.”

“Yeah, may be”, I agreed.

I picked up Johanna's controller. “Wanna call it a day?”, I asked her referring to the video games. “Not until I beat you”, Johanna shot back.

We played the whole day.

It was fun to hang out with Johanna. Every day we tried something different and from time to time we did something together in public on purpose.

It was annoying that everyone was staring at us. We were some kind of entertainment for them. Of course we were. Victors were nothing more than an entertainment program to them.

“Do you want me to say farewell now?”, Johanna joked as we had to part ways at the train station.

I laughed at her words. “No, but don't forget to call me”, I reminded her.

She patted my head teasingly. “As if I would.”

I sent her a last smile before entering the train.

Next Chapter

#broken toys #the hunger games #johanna mason x fem reader #lgbtqia + #angst #romance #fluff #coriolanus snow #rue #capitol #caesar flickerman #video games #slight cursing

[evielmostdefinitely]

finding coriolanus’ old peace keeper uniform.

after the engagement, you two are moving into a shared home in the center of the capitol. it’s buried deep in a silver trunk, stashes of photos, his dog tags, a few other odd things, and the blue jumpsuit. it’s slightly stiff with storage, the material thick and sturdy.

“maybe you should put it on.” you grin at him, playful in tone, but the glint in your eye tells him otherwise.

so he humors you, if for not other reason than his own morbid curiosity. see where this goes.

“how does it look?” the material fits tighter around his chest now, more mature, more grown up.

your mouth waters at the sight, ogling his dog tags hanging around his neck. “i think i miss the shaved hair.” you giggle. “can’t believe i’m saying that.”

coriolanus grins, watching you carefully, calculated steps coming towards you. “what is it?” he hummed, hands smoothing over the thick, blue material.

“i-i like your dog tags.” you admitted, eyes flashing to his sweetly, his heart skipping. “you should wear them more.”

your legs are around his waist after that, scratching and grabbing at his the bare skin of his back. coryo’s soft grunts mixing with your own breathy whimpers, fucking into you on the mattress. his dog tags dangling over your face, your chest. he’d purposefully hover so you could grab them in your mouth, sucking on them while you looked at him, eyes rounded and begging.

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[romerona]

CREON SNOW

The Prince of Panem.

Creon Snow.

President Snow’s beloved grandson.

The heir.

The mystery boy.

ISTJ

Direct.

Strong-willed.

Dutiful.

Practical.

Jacks-of-all-Trades.

Solitary child.

Likes.

Books. (The smell of them. Favours fiction, mystery and low-key romance.)

Privacy. (Time alone)

Flowers. (Mostly roses)

Spending time with his ‘grandma.’ (Tigris.)

Calmness. (Enjoys the peacefulness of the library)

Drawing. (Secret hobby that’s not really a secret)

Fresh air. (Enjoys the air of the mountains)

Warmth. (Sunshine)

Sleeping late. (Can’t do morning & night howl)

Dry humor (Like his own)

Sweets. (Has a sweet tooth)

Neutral colors. (Mostly black)

Xanthos Dovecote. ( Childhood friend/ best friend)

Dislikes.

Crowds. (Not liking being around a lot of people)

Capitol Parties. (Social burn-out)

Loud people. (Unnecessary noise)

Willful ignorance. (He mostly is self aware)

The Academy. (Hates the uniform)

Genetics. (Despises the subject)

Fakeness. (People who favour him for status)

Fawning (Happens often)

Flair (Not really interested in the glitz and glamour)

Showing his drawings (shy/ insecure about it)

Onions. (No further explanation)

Winter (Ironically, not a fan of the snow)

Annoying people (Xanthos Dovecote & Medea Price)

Creon does not enjoy being the center of attention and often stays in the background. When he must be social, he prefers speaking with one person rather than a group.

While Creon is smart and independent, he does have a few weaknesses. He finds himself easily frustrated and overwhelmed when dealing with overly emotional or needy people. He struggles with social anxiety and is a bit awkward when interacting with new people. He's always unsure of how to act around new people and prefers to avoid any uncomfortable interactions.

Though he has been afforded every luxury since birth, Creon's life isn't all glitz and glamour. He often finds himself out of place amongst the flashy citizens of the Capitol. He appreciates his cushy life, but he also longs for something more meaningful because despite having more material comforts than he could ever possibly need, Creon has never known a true sense of love or belonging. He struggles with his relationship with his family and mostly his grandfather, President Snow. Their relationship is complex and Creon is often unsure of where he stands with him.

As a Capitol citizen and grandson of the president, Creon has a complex understanding of the world around him and recognizes that the Capitol system is far from perfect. Though he is comfortable with his privilege, he also finds the Capitol's flashy lifestyle exhausting. His views on the Hunger Games are complex but for the most part he finds it to be a distasteful event. (He wouldn’t dare to say it out loud, though.)

Fun facts about Creon Snow.

Photographic memory.

Swears he saw a ghost walking around the hallway of his house when he 8.

Needs glasses.

Knows all the 50 digits of pi.

Makes over-exaggerated faces when he doesn't understand a subject of school.

Isn't sure he wants to attend University but knows he doesn't have a choice.

Gets hyperfixate on a book he enjoys. Re-reads most of them soon after finishing them.

Xanthos is his only friend though his family doesn’t like Creon hanging out with him because Xanthos is, for lack of better words, the local dumbass.

Has a tell when lying.

Can’t swallow pills.

Never asks for help; always tries to do everything himself.

When he was younger, he found the Avox to be creepy but after (unintentionally) witnessing how one of them got their tongue cut off he started to feel sorry for them and is discreetly nice to them whenever he can.

Left handed.

Daydreams often.

Angel Of Small Death And The Codeine Scene - HOZIER

I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful

Toying somewhere between love and abuse

Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful

Shaking the wings of their terrible youths

Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion

No more alone or myself could I be

Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open

No shortage of sordid, no protest from me.

“Snow lands on top, right?”

Creon will be a love interest in my Hunger Games fic, The Worm, if you want to read more about him and his relationship with the MC.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

#the hunger games fic #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games oc #oc #my oc stuff #oc description #coriolanus snow #panem #capitol #the hunger games fanfic #president snow #tigris snow #snow family #ocsnowmale #thg oc

[etfrin]

⤷❝Can't be Shared | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem

⇢☾A/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)

<masterlist> < bc: @cafekitsune >

He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.

When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitols’ richest eyed you like a meal.

His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, “I changed my mind.” He said, “I am not sharing after all.”

You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.

He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.

You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.

Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.

Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, “Be on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.”

You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.

Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.

You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.

You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.

One. Snow was here.

Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.

Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.

And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.

A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. “Behave,” Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.

“Sorry,” you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.

He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.

Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.

Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, “No! Please!” But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. “Snow, please,” you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.

He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. “My meal is finished,” he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.

“But I am not done with you yet,” he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.

“I don't think I'll ever be done with you,” he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. “Don't be,” you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.

Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.

His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. “You're the Queen of Panem now,” he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. “The First Lady of Panem.”

With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.

“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, “My bird in a cage. My property.”

“I'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,” he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. “Is that understood, my bird?” He asked.

The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.

You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.

He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.

His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.

He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.

He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.

All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.

The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.

His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, “Fuck.” His icy eyes glare at you, “Don't.” Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. “Ah!” You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.

“Take it,” he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.

“Gentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.” He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.

The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.

You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. “That's it, my bird,” he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.

His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. “First lady of Panem,” he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.

“First Lady…” you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.

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[captainremmington-13]

A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Coriolanus begins to manipulate Bellova, and decides she needs to stay out of the way while he rearranges her life completely.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains manipulation/gaslighting/brainwashing, drugging, and misogynistic undertones.

A/n: This is when Coriolanus’s true colors begin to reveal themselves. I also recommend listening to the song “Milk and Cookies” by Melanie Martinez while reading this.

After the incident in his office, Coriolanus locked Bellova in his study and rushed to Dr. Gaul’s lab. He was slightly mortified by what he had just done. 

What would the public think of him if they found out?

When he burst into the room, one of Dr. Gaul’s assistants immediately pointed towards where she was. The people who worked with the doctor knew that Coriolanus only conducted business with her, and didn’t want anything to do with the others in the lab.

“Ah, Mr. Snow,” Dr. Gaul said, setting down the bird carcass she had been inspecting. “You look troubled. Whatever is the matter?”

Coriolanus adjusted his tie, as he often found himself doing when he was nervous. “I used the serum.”

Her face split into an unnerving grin, and she gestured to a chair next to the table she was working on. “Sit. Tell me everything.”

As Dr. Gaul continued poking and prodding at the dead bird, Coriolanus explained how Bellova had come to his office proposing a marriage for social and political benefits. He vaguely described how it had gotten heated, and that his mind immediately went to the serum in his desk when she had started to blackmail him. 

“She lunged towards me, and I felt my instincts take over. I was able to regain control of the situation and injected the serum into her neck. And a few minutes later, it was like she was completely new person.”

The doctor smiled. “The serum erased any trace of combative behavior in her personality.”

Coriolanus nodded. “It also seemed like she’d experienced some kind of amnesia. She remembered who I was, and appeared to know how to function as a civilized human, but that seemed to be it. I don’t know how to proceed.”

“Her memory was specifically erased and altered to work in your favor,” Dr. Gaul said. “You can rebuild her into what you want her to be.”

“Yes, but what if she relearns her old ways? If she becomes the same Bellova from before-“

“Mr. Snow,” Dr. Gaul cut him off abruptly. “You are failing to realize that you are in control. While she may have been your rival and a threat, she is now nothing but a shell of who she once was.”

“I know that I can influence her perception of the world,” Coriolanus said, slightly frustrated. “She is gullible and easily impressionable, she will believe anything I tell her, even if it directly contradicts reality. But I don’t know what kind of person I want her to be.” 

The doctor hummed. “Think of it this way: what are the things you hated the most about her in the past?”

“She was stubborn, ill-mannered, headstrong, and somewhat intimidating.”

“And what are the opposite of the words you listed?”

Coriolanus thought for a moment. “Compliant, polite, submissive, and weak?”

Dr. Gaul nodded. “I have already paved the way for you to cultivate those traits within her mind. All you must do is maintain those characteristics by encouraging her when she acts the way you want her to, and punishing her when she does not. That’s what I do with many of my most intelligent mutts.”

Coriolanus thought this over. Despite the ethical issues, Dr. Gaul had a solid point. If he went about it correctly, he could train Bellova to be a valuable but harmless asset. 

“Thank you for your guidance, Dr. Gaul,” he said, standing up. “I think I know how to proceed now.”

He gave her a respectful nod and started towards the exit.

“Oh, and Mr. Snow…”

The doctor’s voice stopped him in his tracks, and he turned to face her.

“She was right about one thing: having her as a bride would do you nothing but good.”

When he returned to his office, he found Bellova sitting in his desk chair, drawing on a piece of scratch paper she had found. As soon as he entered the room, she smiled brightly at him, setting aside her sketch. 

“Hi, Coryo!” she chirped. “I missed you.”

Coriolanus let out a small chuckle. “I was gone for ten minutes.”

Bellova pouted. “Where did you go, anyway?”

“I…went to go see Dr. Gaul. I was concerned that something had happened when you hit your head. She concluded that you have suffered from some memory loss.”

She frowned. “That’s not good. But you can help me remember, right? You can tell me what I have forgotten?”

A smile spread across Coriolanus’s face. “Of course.”

And that was how the new Bellova came to believe that she had always been sweet, dutiful, and soft-spoken. That she had been Coriolanus’s sweetheart since their second-to-last year of the Academy. 

And that she had sworn on her life to always be by his side, no matter what.

Of course, there were still issues that Coriolanus had to address. What would all of Bellova’s friends and family think when they discovered this drastic change in her personality?

He had to figure out how to preserve his reputation and erase any suspicion surrounding her transformation. Or all of the atrocities he had committed were for nothing. 

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Coriolanus wished he could steal Bellova’s ability to lie flawlessly. With all of the false information he would need to distribute, it would be quite useful.

After locking Bellova in his office again, he rushed back to Dr. Gaul’s lab to borrow a sedative. She handed him one she used for experimenting on larger animals without question. 

He took the elevator down to the bottom floor of the Citadel, where there was a small café for workers to eat at during breaks. He quickly purchased a cup of hot cocoa for Bellova and a sandwich for himself. While in the elevator returning his office, he poured the sedative into the cup, stirring it a few times for good measure.

When he returned this time, Bellova was leaning back on his chair with her feet propped up on his desk, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Please don’t do that,” he said, gesturing for her to remove her feet from the desk. She obeyed immediately, muttering a quiet “sorry”. 

He held out the cup of cocoa to her. “It’s alright. Here, drink this, you need to keep your energy up.”

Bellova immediately took a sip. “What for?” she asked. 

“For…the events we have later tonight.” 

He winced internally. The old Bellova would have immediately reminded him how bad of a liar he was. 

Fortunately, the current Bellova didn’t question him. She simply gave him a naive smile, continuing to drink her cocoa. 

After less than a minute, she was laying on the floor of Coriolanus’s office, fast asleep. 

Coriolanus double-checked that his door was locked before sitting in his chair, sighing loudly. 

He would tell emergency medics that she had passed out suddenly, and that he was the first one who stumbled across her unconscious form. She would be in the hospital for a couple days, giving him enough time to execute another crucial part of his plan. 

When she woke up, her world would revolve solely around him.

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DELICATE

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x innocent!wife!reader

warnings: erm we’re back at it with another dark corio! possessiveness, literal murder, threats, vulgarity, nc touching -dumbification/babying, emotional manipulation and vulnerability, sexual undertones and thoughts, ownership?? NOT PROOFREAD

summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

word count: 2.09k words

a/n: i swear i can only think of dark ideas for him because he is practically crayz - i loved this concept tho so enjoyyyy - annoyed i can’t find any post-lucy gifs snd i’ve already used the other one help me plz

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PART TWO

coriolanus wanted nothing more than a relaxing night. he’d been at a campaign meeting for about four hours and he’d gotten absolutely nothing out of it.

he was in the right mind to fire them all and work it himself but he knew he couldn’t. all he wanted was to go home, have a bath drawn for him, eat dinner with you and go to sleep.

coriolanus had seen a number of weird things in his life but nothing was weirder than seeing you, hanging up the laundry to dry. you’d stopped him in his tracks but hadn’t yet noticed his presence as you hummed to yourself and went about your business. after staring in confusion for a few minutes he cleared his throat, “y/n. what are you doing?” you turned towards him with a smile, “it’s christmas! so i sent the staff home for the rest of the day so they could be with their families. don’t worry i had them prepare your bath, dinner and everything else. there were some things left to do so i thought, why not do them myself? i cleaned my room and yours, ironed the previous batch of laundry and placed them away, dusted the library and i was hanging up the laundry until you showed!” you beamed as you continued to hang the clothing.

coriolanus took a seat on one of the lawn chairs as you continued. he decided to watch you, to make sure you were okay. because who on earth wants to do laundry? that was the very reason you had so many servants. but here you were.

“you can head inside corio, no need to wait for me!” you said sweetly. coriolanus was a strong man, always rational. but god when you spoke so sweetly to him- no. “there’s no need, i’ll wait till you’re done.”

the sun was hanging low as the last rays illuminated the dining room. you’d set out candles, flowers and other pieces on the table. back home you loved setting the table, until your father would reprimand you for doing something you didn’t need to. what will people say if my daughter is acting as a servant?

but right now you felt at ease.

you had a good life. good friends which were rare to find in the capitol. good family and a good husband. he was proper, took care of you in every way, even if he didn’t love you, you were grateful to be married to someone you liked. admired. you’d heard whispers of corio’s childhood, his depleted resources and poor upbringing. but you couldn’t care less. he was more of a man than anyone you knew. and he was extremely pretty, your parents would’ve probably married you off to whomever they thought would help with social standings so this match? a lifeline.

coriolanus kept himself in check. he was up for presidency, his name and wealth restored and he was respected and feared. you were a diamond in the rough. whilst all the other girls in the capitol were, special, to say the least, you weren’t like them. first of all, he could tolerate you. like you even. you were exceptionally smart, well-read and spoken, respectful of those worthy but even those beneath you. you were kind, not the fake kind of the capitol. kind to everyone, helping everyone however you could.

and to him it was more than perfect. someone kind would be easy to have, easy to be married to. he knew from the second he saw you as marriage material that you’d never endanger those around you. you cared, enough to put your happiness to the back of the line. you’d be easy to control. after the wedding he expected you to be clingy, desperate for his love and affection. as any girl would from their husband, but you kept your distance. you didn’t push yourself on him, you did your duty. you did what was required and more. but you always listened, listened to him.

so he assumed you’d be easy to be married to, but he was always in awe of you. your sweet smiles every time you passed eachother in the halls, in the morning at breakfast and at night for dinner. always catering to him.

“what should i wear?” “you can choose.” “you tell me.” “it’s your choice.” and god did it inflate his ego. you were always asking about him, how his day was, what he did, who he saw etc. but it wasn’t just small talk, you were always listening. absorbing his words like a sponge, wide eyes, head nodding along dumbly. he loved it. and over the year he found himself, caring, on the inside at least.

every time you’d go out there were hungry eyes consuming you. your face, body everything. and he wanted to personally pluck out each eyeball and feed it to their families. so again, overtime, he’d shield you, protect you. his sweet wife who knew nothing of what the others wanted to do to her. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a peck on your forehead and his large red coat around you. all for show right?

he wanted to puke.

the smell of cabbage wafted to his nose and he was oh so close to putting this fist through the wall. who on earth-

you were humming, again. “corio!” your voice was music to his ears, corio, no one said it to him anymore. not even tigris. but he only liked, only wanted it to come from you. “dinner is served, some of your favourites are here. i asked tigris what you use to eat as a kid. ooh, you never told me you liked cabbage, me too! guess that’s another thing we have in common.” you beamed as you walked over with a bottle of wine, “tell me when to stop.”

he eyed you up the entire time. trying to catch a fleck of disgust whilst you ate, andddd, nothing. you weren’t lying, you actually liked it. he swallowed his own fear and began to eat.

“mm, i was wondering what you wanted me to wear tonight? i’d like to match corio, if that’s okay with you.” corio smiled slightly, “i would like to match. i have something i would like you to wear tonight sweetheart.” your eyes darted forwards as the word fell, sweetheart.

you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face, he only used terms like that in public. and based on his reaction afterwards, of which there was none, it meant that he probably didn’t even realise. or he did, you could never read him.

the red dress did things to coriolanus. the idea of you in it has his head spinning, but to actually see you in it? he wanted to throw you onto his bed and never let you out.

but to you it looked as if he was studying the dress rather than looking at you in it. “you look good.” you grinned, “thank you corio! i love your suit, you look very handsome.” you straightened his suit as he looked over your shoulder, your back was bare. “do you have a throw?” you quickly nodded and picked it up from the dresser. “good.” you already got a million stares in ordinary clothing, tonight was going to test his patience and anger.

the gala was gorgeous. for once there wasn’t ugly statues and weird color matches. a clean and pristine white hall, chandeliers, gold accents.

your heels clicked on the floor as coriolanus held his arm for you. “your hand please.” corio stared, waiting for your further explanation. “when we link arms your arm is too high for me. i end up with my arm at my neck.” you laughed as he lent his hand, which you gladly took.

stares and compliments at every corner of the room, everyone was looking at you two. the future president and first lady of panem. a match made in the capitol. you and coriolanus made the rounds, talking to present sponsors, potential sponsors and other candidates, much to coriolanus’s distaste. after a while you realised you were sort of just standing there, so you excused yourself for a drink and a closer view of the band.

“you look, ravishing.” charles operman. a sight which no one wanted to see, but to you he was just an ex-peer of the academy. “charles! thank you, corio picked it out for me.” you’d missed the way his jaw clenched at the mention of your husband, but you were to engrossed by the angelic singer and band. “you know, i always thought we’d end up together.”

the abruptness of his sentence had you choking on your drink, “excuse me, i’m married charles. i’m sorry if you thought that we would be together, i see you as a friend. i’d hate to lose a friend.” you smiled as he got uncomfortably closer and leaned into your ear, hand on your bare back.

coriolanus’s grip on his cup was tightening as he listened to lucky drone on and on. he wanted to see the life leave charles’s eyes, maybe his head would make as a nice present for you. “excuse me.” he nodded his head as he placed his cup on a passing waiters tray. you were helpless, and he was here to help you.

his breath was hot in your ear and you could smell the liquor on him as he was grabbed from you. “coriolanus, sir.” charles mocked salute as coriolanus stared at him, maybe he thought if he stared long enough hed burn into the floor. coriolanus rarely smiled, but this one was unsettling to say the least.

“if you ever put your hands on my wife, look at her, speak to her. it will be the last time you do so. i might just call in a favor with dr gaul, i hear your fond of snakes?” charles’s eyes widened, he hated snakes. he couldn’t even watch the 10th hunger games, the second he saw the snakes he ran to the bathroom and hurled.

“when i become president, you better keep yourself in line. it’d be horrible to see your family in the games no?” charles took a step back, “you can’t do that, i’m capitol.” coriolanus drew back,

“you won’t be for long.”

you couldn’t believe your eyes, of course he’d protect you but, threatening? he’d never do it right? the shutters of cameras had you reaching for corio, “can we leave my love?” coriolanus turned to you, “of course sweetheart.”

he’d stayed up for a long time. a smile came to his face when he remembered the sound of charles’s neck snapping. the door creaking open revealed a disheveled you, “corio? are you awake?” he sat up as you released a breath.

“what is it y/n?” you took a shy step forward, “i uhm, i can’t stop thinking about charles. he scared me, i didn’t know what to do corio. i-” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as coriolanus swiftly got out of bed, helping you into his bed. “i- can i sleep here tonight? please?”

this was definitely not how he first expected to have you in his bed, but how could he say no to you? your hair in its braid, messy and lose, puffy eyes and tear stained face. he wished he’d first seen you cry underneath him but he’d take what he could get. what he didn’t expect was for him to like this, the scene of you crying, needing him. he was the one who could help you, console you, coddle you.

coriolanus nodded as he moved back to the bed, tucking himself and you in softy, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead. god he’d held out for so long, denied himself and his feelings but having you in his arms was all he could ever want, but the idea of being in you flooded his head.

would you cry like this? would you shout and scream? did you like it soft and sweet? he couldn’t be soft and sweet, he’d savour the moment but he loved the idea of unravelling you, he’d be the only one to see you like this, him being the only one to make it happen.

you curled into his chest, like a baby. your soft cries and whimpers went straight to his crotch and soon enough you were asleep.

his sweetheart, his delicate little wife.

corios hand slipped downwards and into your pants, he promised himself he just wanted to feel but god you made it difficult. he saved you tonight, didn’t he deserve a reward? didn’t matter if you detested he had you where he liked. so he slowly rolled over and placed you on the bed.

your eyes fluttered at the change of placement but he couldn’t care less. he was done waiting.

you squirmed underneath him in your sleep but his worries faded away.

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