#festus creed imagine

[beybaldes]

✨mr krabs i have ideas✨

festus with tanners mentor!girlfriend makes my brain tingle because there’s so much there

arachne and her being so happy they get to work together because they both got the 10s. controversially i am an arachne lover so childhood bestie!arachne is everything to me. they could never make me hate her. 😔

festus and her being there when arachne dies at the zoo and (according to book canon) walking home with clemmie and coryo after she’s taken by medics. festus proposes they all go to his apartment but when they get there he bursts into tears and mentor!girlfriend has to send clemmie and coryo on their way and ushers festus inside and stays with him.

later trying to convince festus to create an alliance between coral and tanner and festus teasingly telling her that he could think of a few ways she could convince him

her and festus being together at the arena but went their seperate ways to talk to other mentors and gather information. bombs go off and chaos ensues as they try to find each other

i have so many festus thoughts but im just going to leave this here and not be annoying

SpongeBob! You popped the fuck off with this one! (Also not annoying at all pls send me all your festus thoughts) also also sorry this took so long I finished uni for Christmas and have been in every day since oops, I really enjoyed writing this though. More festus to come ⁎⁺˳✧༚

- you and Arachne are basically siblings the way you grew up together

- I’m talking inseparable : born within two weeks of each-other and grew up as next door neighbours, walked into the academy on your first day together holding hands, sat next to each other at lunch every day, had joint birthday parties every year, etc

- no one could tear the two of you apart

- well, except a pretty determined festus creed, who laid eyes on you the second you walked into that classroom at 6 years old and knew he wanted to be your best friend instead

- Arachne, ever the social butterfly, was quick to attract a large group of friends around the two of you, which gave festus the perfect chance to get to know you better

- as the years went by you and Arachne stayed best friends, but if anyone asked you to name your closest friends, festus creed would also be on that list

- he was ever so charming, and a good listener (though only when it came to you) and when everyone seemed to move at Arachne’s beck and call, he would wait for yours to do anything

- it was sweet, in its own way, and it’s one of the things that drives the two of you to end up together

- like, obviously, festus has had a crush on you since he was a boy

- but you finally start to realise you like him back when all these little things start adding up

- he looks at you for your reaction whenever someone says something, he sits or walks or stands next to you at every chance he gets, he brings you the homework when you’re sick, he carries your bag around for you, he pulls your chair out for you in the canteen

- honestly the list goes on and on

- but the thing that finally gets the two of you together is when you and Arachne have a fight

- it had only been something stupid, but because everyone was Archane’s friend before they were yours, they take her side

you’d been sat on the steps outside the academy, eating your lunch alone in the sunshine while everyone else had gathered at your usual table. Though you knew you were still welcome there, you didn’t want to have to deal with the silent treatment from Arachne (and therefore everyone else) while she built up the courage to admit she was wrong like she always eventually did when it came to you. It was peaceful away from the noise of the canteen, and you found you didn’t mind being alone - at least, alone until the sound of someone running down the steps and right towards you, reached your ears.

Festus Creed took a seat right beside you, his lunch tray in hand and his backpack in the other. “You didn’t show up to lunch. I was worried sick.”

“Me and Arachne had a fight, a squabble really. It was literally over what we thought one of the answers were on the history of Panem homework.” Festus laughed as you did, swapping half of his orange with half of your apple slices. “She’s upset with me though, so I figured everyone would be upset with me.”

“Well, if it makes you fell any better, I think she’s upset with me now as well.” You looked at him confused; your confusion only growing as a smile curled on his lips. “I don’t think she’s too fond of the fact that I am oh so fond of you.”

you lean in and kiss him before his words can truly settle inside of you. but hours later, when they fully do, all you can think about is how you can’t wait to kiss him again sometime.

- when the reaping finally roles around, you and all your friends having to take on the role of mentors for the tributes, you and Arachne get the boy and the girl from 10 and it couldn’t be more perfect

- well, it’d be more perfect if you didn’t have to be mentors at all but, you know what I mean

- the two of you basically plan for your tributes to team up to fight against the other tributes because obviously 🙄 but all that goes awry when Arachne’s tribute kills her

your first reaction is complete stillness and silence. from the moment Arachne’s girl reaches through the bars of the zoo and stabs her right in the throat you have been completely silent. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t scream. Total nothingness. you could only watch as Coriolanus ran forward, bravely pressing his hands against the wound in an effort to save your best friend. You didn’t even manage to get the words out to thank sweet Sejanus plinth, who dragged you to the floor and pressed you under him as peacekeepers rain bullets at the rouge tribute. Even when the gunfire stops and Arachne lies too still for a living person, even when Festus takes you from Sejanus and thanks him on your behalf, even on the walk home sandwiched between festus and Coryo, who’s hands are still covered in the thick of Arachne’s blood, you can’t seem to find the words. It’s only on the doorstep of festus’s apartment - the smell familiar and warm and welcoming - when things seem to catch up to you.

before he can even unlock the door to let you, Coriolanus, and Clemensia inside you’ve burst into hysterical tears: sobbing, gasping, wretching at the thought of what you’ve lost tonight. Festus sends Coryo and Clemmie on their way and ushers your inside, through the house and right to his bedroom, where he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels before you, hands cradling your face. “You’re okay, you’re okay sweet thing, just breathe.” His grip on your face tightens ever so slightly when you don’t seem to calm down, but it only helps to ground your more. “Breathe with me okay? You’re gonna be okay, sweet thing, it’s all gonna be okay.”

- you sit front row of her funeral beside Coriolanus and selfishly wish you had festus at your side instead

- when festus makes his way to his seat, which he finds is right behind yours, he reaches his hand between the gaps in the chairs and connects it with yours

- he holds your hand the whole way through the funeral and after, until the two of you end up in bed that night and he finally lets go to hold you fully, pressed against his chest as he cradled you to him

- when he wakes up the following morning however, it’s like he’s with an entirely different version of you

- it’s still you, but you’re cold, refusing to cry or grieve or do anything but focus on the games - all you want now is to get things over and done with

- winning doesn’t matter and you don’t really care what happens to your tribute, you just want to go home (which was concerning to you because physically, you were home)

“you need to convince Coral to partner up with Tanner.” you’re sitting at your dressing table as you to speak to Festus, him in his uniform on your bed as he waited for you to get ready to go and bond further with your tributes for the day. “He doesn’t stand a chance alone, he needs the help. Coral does, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they won.”

Festus only wiggled his eyebrows at you, meeting your gaze in the reflection of your mirror. “Well, sweet thing, I’m sure I could be convinced…” Festus is quickly quietened by your hairbrush smacking against his chest. “I was only saying!”

When he sees you try and smother the smile that tries to form on your face he stands from the bed, crossing the room, and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, speaking to your reflection. “Everything is going to be okay sweet thing. Trust me. In a week from now all this will be behind us and we can get on with the rest of our lives. You and me, a house somewhere in the upper city, two university degrees, other things. Whatever you want will be ours.” Your hands reached up to hold into his arms that wrapped around you, squeezing them lovingly as your stoic composure quickly dissolved. “But if what will soothe your roaring mind right now is an alliance between our tributes, then an alliance you shall have, sweet thing.”

You lean into his hold, titling your head to press a kiss to his clothed arm. “I love you, festus.” It didn’t matter that you knew he wouldn’t say it back just yet, he had always had a hard time verbalising his feelings, because you knew that he loved you, you could feel it right in this moment more then ever before.

- and then, only hours later, the trip to the arena came, and with it, the attack from the rebels

- festus had left your side for approximately 5 seconds, going to drag coral away from Tanner and the boy from 7 (who you hoped were all planning an alliance) when the first bomb went off

your ears ring with a shrill noise that only further disoriented you, your view blurry as you looked up from the rubbed floor of the arena and into the flames. the blast of the bomb from behind you had sent you flying forward, yet, you couldn’t see festus anywhere. smoke filled the room and rubble littered the floors, pieces of the ceiling and walls falling into the centre of the arena in the aftershocks.

you try and stand but your legs fail you and your arms shake with the effort you used to try and push yourself off of the floor. Rubble is falling closer and closer to you with each second, you can’t hear or see anything to anyone, let alone festus, and you’re sure that this is how you’re going to die.

just as you’re about it close your eyes and accept your fate, a shadow emerges from the ashes, running in your direction and yelling what you think is your name. it’s only when they grab you by the arms and hoist you up that you begin to see and hear properly again. “Coral.” You whisper, reaching out and caressing their face.

they seem unfazed, wrapping your arm around their shoulder and holding it against their collar bone while the other wraps tightly around your waist. “your leg is injured, so I’m going to have to drag you, okay? It might hurt.” your barley feel the pain in your leg and if you were any more conscious you might be worried about that, but right now all you can think about is how they came and saved you from the rubble. Coral could’ve ran, for freedom, to leave you for dead, for whatever. but they hadn’t, and a part of you didn’t really understand.

“you saved me.” you whispered, only loud enough for them to hear as they continued to drag you through the arena and to the exit. “what about you’re friends?”

“they’re fine.” they answered, helping you through the barricade and ever closer to safety. “so’s your little boyfriend. they all got dragged out by peacekeepers pretty quickly. we were too far in the destruction to be found as fast.”

you hear him before you see him. festus creed is calling your name in a wretched cry, sobs accentuating everything that came from his mouth. and when you catch sight of his frame, he’s being restrained by two peacekeepers, who seem to be insisting that he can’t go back in there, that’s they’ll find you but he needs to wait out here. before you can call out to him, Coral does so for you. “they need help! their leg!”

all eyes turn to you. you and the tribute from four gripping tightly onto each other, covered in ash and scrapes, hand gripping hand. it’s something festus never thought he’d see and it has him questioning everything he’s ever known. maybe the people from the districts were just like you and him. maybe everything he’d been told was wrong and it was silly to punish children, like himself, for the crimes of their fathers.

what he does know for certain is that he’s never run so fast in his life. he reaches you before the peacekeepers can and tears you from Corals hold, thanking them profusely even as peacekeepers drag them away to go with the rest of the tributes who made it out alive. he grips you with a strength you didn’t know he had, a hand cupping the back of your head and holding you tight against him. “I thought I lost you, God, I thought I lost you. I though you were…” he can’t say it, can’t bring himself to speak it out loud less he makes it come true. “All the rubble and the smoke and the fires, and when I tried to search for you they dragged me out. They told me I couldn’t go back in for you: I would’ve gone back in. I never should’ve left your side, what if you’d-“

He shakes his head, pulling you out of the safety of his hold so he can cup your face, thumbs runnings cross your tear-stained cheeks as he looks at you. “Never leave me. Not like that, not ever. Please. Promise me.”

He’s never sounded so pleading, so desperate, and he’s never wanted for anything more in his life. “I won’t, I’m sorry, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.” You’re a blubbering mess in festus’s arms, gripping to the back of his red blazer like your life depends on it. Your cries only worsen as the ringing in your ears starts to fade and you start to feel a throbbing pain in your leg. “I’m sorry. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you too, I love you too.”

- festus follows you to the hospital and everywhere else after that

- but like seriously

- he already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the attack in the arena only solidified that idea

- the hunger games are over and Lucy grey is crowned their winner within the week

- festus proposes the following morning

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Mr. Peacekeeper

“President Coriolanus Snow, I salute you,” he whispers to himself while looking in the mirror.

Coriolanus looks extremely sharp and put together in his opinion. With his perfectly tailored suit, his golden curls slicked back, but not too slicked back, and his shiny black leather shoes.

He remembers a time when he’d sit on the edge of his tiny bunk bed, shining his black Peacekeeper boots. It’s all in the past now. All of it.

“Coriolanus?”

Well, not all of it.

He turns and finds Soarynn standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding her dress up to her chest as if it might fall at any moment. “Yes?” She takes a cautious step into the room before turning around, exposing her bare back along with the dress that hasn’t been laced up yet. That explains why she’s holding onto it for dear life.

He can’t stop the grin from forming on his lips, “Could you string me up?” She asks, casting him a glance from over her shoulder. He nods and walks over to her, his fingers grabbing the strings that will give Soarynn the perfect figure as the dress clings to her shape. He can’t help but stare at the plethora of scars on her back. Some are from cigarettes, from men who liked to put them out on her bare skin. Others are from long nails that hadn’t been cut in a long time.

He tries to forget that time in her life, when she slept with lowlife men for a few sad coins.

He tries to remind himself that she was trying to survive, to provide for her family and make a living but heaven knows it can be hard for him.

It’s been hard for her too. Learning a new way of life here in the Capitol has been…an adjustment for Soarynn so to speak. At first, she’d been in awe of the city and its wonders. The food, the fashion, and of course, the culture. It was all so different from the Districts.

That’s why Coriolanus loved it so much.

Once they arrived at the train station they were greeted by Dr. Gaul of all people. The mad scientist was a rather odd woman but she was beaming when he stepped off the train and praised him for giving her such a “wonderful performance.” Her eyes had then landed on Soarynn who was pressed to his side, wide-eyed as she looked around at all the people.

“I see you’ve brought a souvenir, Mr. Snow,” she’d said, chuckling to herself when Soarynn gave her a rather disturbed look.

Coriolanus had made a mental note to keep Soarynn far away from the clutches of Dr. Gaul, a woman who had no reservations about testing her new ideas on human beings.

For the most part, he did keep Soarynn hidden away. He didn't need everyone to know about her. Only the people who mattered knew of Soarynn's existence. They were going to see many of those people tonight at the charity auction that President Ravenstill was hosting at the President's Mansion.

"I don't remember buying you this dress," he says, pulling on the strings. She sucks in her breath as he tightens up the dress and lets out a small groan, "Well you bought me about a million dresses when we got here." She's not wrong. Once Coriolanus got back to the Capitol he gave him and Soarynn proper facelifts. He grew out his curls and got her hair cut, it had been so tangled and dirty. Now it fell around her breasts and had a more flattering cut.

He got Soarynn facials, massages, and all the creams and makeup she could ever want. If she was going to be his girl, she had to look the part. He taught her how to walk in heels, how to always be on her best behavior, to look people in the eye, to have manners.

She had to be perfect.

"Nothing wrong with keeping you properly clothed," he tells her before tying the strings off with a bow. "Now, for tonight I want you to be on your best behavior, and don't stray from my si-"

"From your side, I know," Soarynn huffs, walking back out into the hallway. Coriolanus is hot on her heels, she's not about to get an attitude with him. "I don't have time for any outbursts Soarynn," he reminds her, "people in the Capitol won't understand if you start behaving oddly." Soarynn makes it all the way to the living room before he latches onto her wrist and pulls her into him, she struggles but Coriolanus has always been much stronger than her, even if she has filled out a little more with her new Capitol diet.

"I don't wanna go Coriolanus," she whispers, trying to pry his arm off of her, "all those men do is look at me and act like I'm some shiny trophy." She is a trophy but she doesn't need to know that.

Coriolanus sighs, "Soarynn, I'm not asking you to come with me, I'm telling you that you're coming with me tonight, like it or not. Besides, lots of their wives will be there. You like them don't you?"

Since getting back to the Capitol, Coriolanus had been working extremely hard to reconnect with the higher elite. He was going to run for President in the next election and to do that and win, he needed connections. He befriended all sorts of wealthy men and politicians, knowing that it could only help his campaign.

Soarynn didn't really understand any of it, why he'd want to run for President. "You already have a nice fancy house," she'd said one night, the two of them sitting in their after-sex bliss. He had given her a squeeze and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, "Yes, but it's different. You'll see."

Soarynn looks down at the ground, her entire body somewhat deflates, "I don't like talkin' to them. They're so old and boring." Coriolanus has to withhold himself from wrapping a hand around her pretty little neck because the last thing he needs is for her to say something like that in front of the wrong person. "They're married to the most influential men in Panem," he reminds her, "and what did I say about properly enunciating your words?"

Getting that southern twang out of Soarynn's voice had been more than difficult. It wasn't even the accent that bothered him, but the vocabulary, the shortened words, the strange sayings. It all had to go and he'd been working hard with her to get it out of her system.

He didn't mind it as much when they were alone but in public was a different story. He had introduced her to an associate of his when they first arrived in the Capitol and Soarynn had horribly embarrassed him. She had attempted to compliment his associate's shoes and yet she found the most revolting words to do so.

After that, Coriolanus learned his lesson.

"You said to talk proper because the folks in the Capitol won't understand me," she mumbles. Coriolanus slips two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him, "Yes I did. And I need you to be on your best behavior for me tonight, understand?" Soarynn's eye twitches but she nods, "Alright, I'll be on my best behavior."

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The President's Mansion is everything he could have imagined.

Coriolanus can't help but imagine what it'll look like when he's living here. He'll repaint the walls for sure, add some more marble statues in the gardens, maybe a greenhouse. "It's so big," Soarynn says in awe as she looks around. Coriolanus nods, they've only been granted access to certain parts of the Mansion and he already feels as though he could get lost at any moment. He spots a few of his old Academy friends and tugs Soarynn along with him, "I want you to meet some of my old friends."

Soarynn has nothing to do but nod and put on the pretty smile he's taught her before they reach Festus Creed and Felix Ravenstill. "Coriolanus Snow, what a rare sight to see," Festus teases. Coriolanus rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around Soarynn a little tighter. Festus is known to have wandering eyes along with wandering hands.

"I thought I might make an appearance," Coriolanus says nonchalantly. He won't tell them how excited he was when Soarynn walked into his study with a shiny envelope addressed to him. He normally didn't appreciate Soarynn coming into his study without permission but she had walked right in, holding out the envelope, "It looked real important," she had said. Indeed it was.

The boys aren't even trying to hide the fact that they're ogling Soarynn and Coriolanus would be a fool not to play that to his advantage, "Have I introduced you to Soarynn?" Felix's jaw is slightly slacked and Coriolanus is willing to bet that it's from the amount of cleavage Soarynn is showing tonight. Charity auction be damned, Coriolanus was going to make sure that everyone envied him and the pretty girl on his arm.

"I don't believe you have," Festus says, "I'm Festus Creed and I'm extremely talented in bed." Coriolanus can't stop the scoff from leaving his mouth at his friend's vulgar language but Soarynn laughs and leans her head on his shoulder, "I'm sure you've got a real talent," she replies.

Coriolanus knows that any well-behaved Capitol lady would be replaced by Festus and his crude comments. They'd flinch and gasp but Soarynn doesn't. Even though she hasn't slept with anyone but him since arriving at the Capitol she's still numb to the idea of sleeping around. And it disgusts him. To see her so casually replying to comments such as the one Festus made, to laugh and tease him back. She should know better.

Although Coriolanus feels that once you've whored yourself out enough, comments like this won't even phase you.

You can take the whore out of the Districts, but you can't take the Districts out of the whore.

He shoots both Soarynn and Festus a look, "Why don't we keep the conversations civil?" He suggests, quieting both of them down. Felix looks somewhat uncomfortable and Coriolanus plays into it, "So Felix, is your uncle prepared for the Presidential race?" Felix sighs and rolls his eyes, "He won't shut up about it."

Coriolanus is hoping to overtake Felix's uncle so any inside information is crucial. "Is he nervous?" Soarynn asks, somewhat intrigued at the premise of being related to the President of Panem. Soarynn wasn't very political or involved with politics. She only really cared about the Mayor back in Twelve but that was such a small scale compared to the Capitol.

Felix shrugs, "Not nervous, he just..." His voice dies off and he seems to be lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head, "Never mind. He'll do fine, it's just another election to him."

Coriolanus nods and gives Felix a polite smile but he can't help but wonder what Felix was going to say. He needs to find out, get the inside scoop so he can win. But there's really no way to get that close to a Ravenstill, at least not without being creepy. Coriolanus cringes at the thought of cozying up to Felix, trying to win him over. Absolutely not. It's only effective when girls do it.

When. Girls. Do. It.

He looks down at the very pretty girl at his side, who is still so young, turning eighteen in a month, so vulnerable without him, completely dependent on him. She belongs to him.

"Excuse us," Coriolanus says before dragging Soarynn away from his friends which earns him a curious look from her but he ignores it, "Where're we goin'?" Coriolanus could lose it right then and there at her improper grammar but he brushes it under the rug, he'll have to be forgiving for this plan to work, to make Soarynn compliant. He finds a dark and empty hallway and pushes Soarynn up against the wall, his lips are on hers in an instant.

Soarynn moans into the kiss, her hands come up to grab his shoulders while he grabs her small waist. Coriolanus isn't too keen on public displays of affection, not when his image matters so much. But Soarynn has always got off on it. She's always been a slut.

"You look so pretty tonight," he whispers against her lips. She really does. Her hair has been curled and perfectly frames her face and her makeup is light and subtle, perfectly enhancing her natural features. Soarynn's always been pretty, but the District life managed to dull that natural charm. In the Capitol her skin is brighter, bouncier, her hair is thicker, her lashes longer. Thank goodness he brought her here.

Soarynn whimpers when his hands slide down to her ass and he squeezes it, "Tha...thank you Coriolanus," she whispers back. She's also much more sensitive in the Capitol. More responsive to his touch now that he's the only man who gets to fuck her tight little cunt every night.

He shoves his knee in between her legs and Soarynn gasps, grinding against it. Coriolanus chuckles, "Always a little slut for me huh? Even in the President's Mansion." He presses kisses up and down her neck, sucking on her sweet spots. He's careful to leave nothing behind, no one needs to know what they're doing. "I need you to do something for me," he says while kissing her jaw. Soarynn sighs and leans into his touch, the touch she's been so desperate for the entire week. With work and his campaign, Coriolanus has been more than busy the past couple of weeks and hasn't been properly taking care of his little District whore. She's more than eager to be fucked, which begs the question if she's willing to be fucked by anyone.

"Anything," she says and she means it too. He knows Soarynn will do anything to be fucked, to be touched, and maybe just maybe feel some sort of genuine connection. Even though she won't come outright and say it, he knows that she wants something more than sex. She wants to be loved. Soarynn had asked him about it when they first arrived, what the dynamic of their relationship would be like. She didn't want it to be like it used to be, where he sold her off to the highest bidder. "You're my girl," he had told her, "don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

But Soarynn had worried. He could see how she clung to words of praise like they were a lifeline to her. Without him, she was nothing. And Soarynn couldn't afford to be nothing.

He brings his lips right next to her ear and whispers the next eight words, "I want you to sleep with Felix Ravenstill."

She stills once those words register in her brain and she pulls away from his touch immediately. Coriolanus lets her move his hands off of her and take a step back, he can see the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal. "You...you said I wouldn't have to do that anymore," she says. Her voice is so fragile, so quiet and shaky. Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose, he needs this to go smoothly. He can't afford any loose ends.

He reaches out for her but she flinches, "Soarynn, it's to help me win, don't you want to help me? To be good for me?" Be my good girl?" Soarynn's lip quivers and he can see her fighting the urge to cry, "I wanna be more than your girl Coriolanus," she says, "you can throw away a girl at any time. A wife is different." She's smarter than he's given her credit for.

Coriolanus looks down at the tiled floor, at his shiny black shoes, and nods, "Okay." Soarynn sniffles, shifting on her feet, "Okay? Okay, what?" Coriolanus looks back up at her, starting from her high heels and making his way up her slim body, admiring how the dress hugs her just right. Felix is going to love ripping it off of her.

"Okay, I'll make you my wife. If I win then we'll get married. It'll be a grand wedding and we'll have children and start a family, a new life together," he promises.

Soarynn eats it right up.

"What...what do I have to do?" She asks, looking so small and naive. Coriolanus grins, "Exactly what I tell you to do."

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He's a nervous wreck while he paces in his living room, watching the television screen for any updates.

He also keeps glancing at the front doors, waiting for Soarynn to get back from her very important night out. "Come on," he whispers, "hurry it up." He can't be too upset, sleeping with the President of Panem takes some time, but he's an impatient man.

It's all played out perfectly for him.

Soarynn has slept his way to the top. First, she sunk her claws into Felix Ravenstill that night at the charity auction. They snuck away to one of the many bedrooms and Soarynn came stumbling out the back entrance of the house a few hours later covered in bruises and other bodily fluids. Apparently, Festus had wanted in on the action but the job was done either way.

Then, she made her move on the President's security detail. Coriolanus knew those men wouldn't let her get too close without some convicting that she was a harmless little field mouse. Soarynn had been terrified at the prospect of sleeping with men who had guns on them at all times but Coriolanus was swift to remind her of her time spent on the Peacekeeper bases. "Those men would've fucked you with their guns and you would've liked it," he had hissed, grabbing her jaw and slamming her into the wall, "now stop being a whiny brat and do as I say."

There had been tears and new promises made, but in the end, she made it to Ravenstill.

From what Soarynn told him, Ravenstill was an old, boring man who partook in the most basic sex she's ever had. And Coriolanus was more than willing to take her word on it. Ravenstill did however get off on seeing other men have a turn on Soarynn, something Coriolanus didn't predict. She had come home in tears, a bruise on her cheek and blood between her legs. He had comforted her and washed her gently in the bath before swaddling her in the comfiest pajamas. "Only one more time," he whispered as she finally drifted off to sleep, "you'll only sleep with the President one more time." And he meant it. Soarynn would never sleep with the President of Panem again.

His attention is drawn to the doors when he hears them open and a disheveled-looking Soarynn appears. Her eyes immediately find him and he raises his eyebrows. Has she done it? She nods. Coriolanus breaks into a giant smile, and strides across the room and the foyer and scoops Soarynn up in his arms, listening to her squeal in delight, "Oh you're perfect," he tells her, "this is it Soarynn. You've done everything and now it's all done."

Soarynn is grinning like a wildcat and she giggles, "It was real scary watchin' him cough up all that blood. I had to act so surprised." Coriolanus chuckles as he sets her down on her feet, "I'm sure you were the perfect little actress. He's dead then?" Soarynn nods and bats her eyelashes up at him, "Dead as a doornail."

They celebrate big that night. Coriolanus makes love to Soarynn for the first time while the Capitol news plays in the background, informing them that President Ravenstill has succumbed to a sudden deadly illness and has passed away. The country will be in shambles but with Coriolanus tied neck and neck with Ravenstill in the election, it's no question who will take over.

"I love you," he grunts, fucking into her slow and steady. She looks beautiful under him, absolutely beautiful. "You'll be my perfect First Lady. Can't wait to fuck my children into you, watch you walk around all swollen with me heir, carrying the Snow name."

He can picture it now, their prosperous future. Their wedding, their children, and then, Soarynn's unfortunate death. Unforeseen of course but at the perfect time when the children are old enough to be looked after by a nanny and he can remarry without causing too much suspicion.

Soarynn smiles up at him before pressing her lips against his, "Snow lands on top," she whispers.

Snow certainly does land on top.

꧁ ꧂

"Coriolanus, what are your plans for Panem once you're sworn in as President?"

Coriolanus wishes he could tell all these reporters to fuck off with their stupid, basic questions but he just smiles through the pain. It's customary for the future President to have one press briefing before being sworn in. Today has been a long day of festivities leading up to his inauguration. He's less than an hour away from being President of Panem and he can taste it, taste the power.

He looks powerful. With his hair perfectly styled, the red rose pinned to his lapel. He glances to his right where his fiancé is standing, prim and proper. Once Ravenstill was out of the picture, Soarynn snapped into being the perfect Capitol lady for Coriolanus. If he knew this was what it took to get her in line, he would've killed the man ages ago. Coriolanus sleeps well knowing that he's managed to get Soarynn to do all his dirty work and has secured himself the perfect wife.

He can't afford any loose ends and eventually, Soarynn will have to go, but until then, Coriolanus plans on enjoying his perfect little wife and her tight little cunt until they're both of no use to him.

"I plan to get this nation into shape," he responds, "and to tighten the security on the Peacekeeper bases. I myself was a Peacekeeper and I was a witness to vermin slipping through the cracks one too many times." He can see Soarynn slightly flinch at the word 'vermin' but it's not his fault that she chose whoring as her profession. It was fine back then but now things need to change. He can't have any District rats swaying the opinions of his Peacekeepers.

The report nods and jots down his response and Coriolanus withholds a sigh of relief. He's finally done. Now, all he has to do is be sworn in. He's been waiting for this moment his whole life and it's finally happening.

Snow lands on top.

"Mr. Snow? Just one more question. I'm Sejanus Plinth from the Capitol Gazette."

Coriolanus who was about to step down from the podium, zeroes in on the outspoken voice, the same outspoken voice that caused him nothing but annoyance and being heavily inconvenienced.

Sejanus Plinth.

As District as they come, and nothing but a speck of dirt on his shiny leather shoes. It's no surprise that he chose journalism as his profession. He probably thinks he's going to "change the world" with his shabby little articles.

Coriolanus remembers ending him more than anything. Sejanus had everything he wanted. A family, money, and a higher status than the one Coriolanus used to possess. Now the tables have turned and he finally gets to look down on poor Sejanus Plinth who's so desperate to ask him single question. His response will probably earn Sejanus a small amount of money that he'll then use to try and help the less fortunate.

Coriolanus feels the cruel grin spreading across his lips as he nods at Sejanus, "Go ahead. I'm always willing to speak to the less fortunate." A wave of laughter passes through the crowd of reporters and Sejanus manages a somewhat professional smile.

"Is it true that you've been selling your fiancé out to influential men?"

Coriolanus feels his smile slightly waver but his face never falters, "Pardon? I...I don't quite understand what you're asking," he says with a light-hearted chuckle. There's a tension in the room and he can't quite get rid of it.

Sejanus tilts his head, "Is it true, that you have been selling your fiancé's body for the past years to move up in the world?" It's a simple question, Mr. Snow. According to my sources, you started sleeping with her when she was seventeen while you were serving as a Peacekeeper in District Twelve."

Coriolanus can't stop himself from turning to look at Soarynn who's staring right back at him, an expectant look on her face. She should look distraught, if his reputation's on the line, her's is too.

"I don't recall ever having any sexual relations with my fiancé when she was underage," he says, his voice firm. Sejanus gives him a teasing smile and Coriolanus can feel a pit beginning to form in his stomach.

"You sent her to partake in sexual interactions with Commanding Officer Hoff so you could bring her with you to District Two when you were reassigned as an Officer," Sejanus says, reading directly from the notes he's brought with him, "then in District Two you allowed Commanding Officer Potts to take advantage of her after he caught wind of you selling her out to higher ranking officers in hopes of you moving up in the ranks. Then you proceeded to sell her out to various Capitol men such as Felix Ravenstill, Festus Creed, and President Ravenstill who unfortunately passed away due to an "unknown illness" and my sources tell me that she often frequented the President's Mansion before he passed away."

There's an uneasiness in the room and people are beginning to whisper to one another and Coriolanus can feel it all slipping away. He glances to the door where he can see Felix and Festus attempting to leave but they're being held by security.

"Sexual slavery concerning a minor is a serious crime Mr. Snow, and so is murder, and I have evidence leading me to believe that you forced Miss Nightingale into poison the President so that you could win the election."

People are talking now, throwing around accusations and whispers. This is bad. Very, very bad. Every fucking news outlet in the country is in here getting this story. He watches as five Peacekeepers push their way through the crowd and he can only hope that they're coming to his rescue.

"Coriolanus Snow, you are under arrest under the premise of murder, participating in underage prostitution, and sexual coercion."

A camera flash goes off and everything is in slow motion. All the sounds around him are muffled as he's handcuffed and shoved towards the side of the stage. People are crying out for justice or for mercy. He can see Felix and Festus also being handcuffed shouting for him to do something.

But he can't. He's in shock.

Someone has to help him, someone has to tell the truth, well, not the truth, but enough of the truth so that he can get out of this. He looks to the one person who can help him, the one person who also happens to be responsible for all of this. Who waited for his big shining moment to take him down.

Soarynn.

She wears her most innocent smile, the same one she gives to all the men she's about to take advantage of. Sure, she'd sleep with anyone, but she'd also steal their watches, slip a few bills from their wallets, get them to help her out of a sticky situation.

He just always chose to ignore that.

Soarynn holds up her hands to the Peacekeepers and they surprisingly stop. Soarynn slowly walks over to Coriolanus until she's right in front of him. She's wearing red lipstick and has a rose tucked into her hair. Clear property of Coriolanus Snow. Soarynn reaches for the rose and pulls it from her hair, she brings it up to her nose and sniffs it, humming to herself as she closes her eyes.

"You hear that Coriolanus?"

All Coriolanus can hear are the shouts of everyone in the room. Of his life falling apart.

She opens her eyes before she crushes the rose in her hand, crumpled petals fall to the floor.

"It's the sound of Snow falling."

| Part 3. | Final Part |

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

Tarnished But So Grand

Pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x reader

Warnings: death, violence, planting the seeds of Snow’s toxicity

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: there are some moments where Snow definitely is ooc and others where he is indeed still very much toxic - don’t date toxic boys irl

Before this year, you could have counted the amount of times you’ve snuck out of your house on one hand. Now, though, most nights of the week find you shimmying out of your window and scaling the side of your house, dropping into the waiting arms of Coriolanus Snow. You’re sure that you could have just asked your parents to spend time with the boy, but you liked having something all to yourself, and you liked breaking the rules for once in your life.

There’s something about being with Coryo that just makes you come alive, makes your heart race and your breath come faster. It might just be the thrill of sneaking out of your bedroom window while your parents are fast asleep, but you’re starting to think it’s just Coryo, the way he looks at you and talks to you and holds you. Now, he grabs your hand, and the two of you rush off to the little park you’d decided was your safe haven, a place where only the two of you exist.

“My parents are having dinner with the Creeds tomorrow night,” you mutter, whispering your death sentence. Your parents have grand plans for you, plans that involve marrying rich and having lots of children. You’d been trying to convince them to wait until you’d attended university, until you believed Coryo could make a name for himself, because you simply couldn’t imagine your life without him by your side.

“It’s a big day for everyone then,” he responds, grabbing your hand and trying his best not to look disgusted at himself. He might be able to fool his classmates, but the parents could see the truth, the dark, penniless truth.

“Don’t act so nervous, we all know you’re going to win the Plinth prize, I can’t even think of anybody we know who’d even come close,” you try and lighten the mood, but even under the dark lamplights you see the disbelieving look he sends your way.

It’s no secret that you’re intelligent, and it would be a crime if your parents refused to let you attend university, but you didn’t need the Plinth prize, not the way Coryo did. He tried to hide it, all his struggles, and he’d been successful until you stopped by the penthouse to bring over an assignment he’d left at the academy. You didn’t mind, not even a little bit, but Coryo never fully believed you.

“Maybe we should just run away,” you change topics, leaning into his side and resting your head on his shoulder. He leans his own on top of yours with no hesitation, wrapping an arm around you and drawing you closer. You close your eyes, savoring the moments you know are fleeting because as much as you fantasize about it, neither you or Coryo would ever have the guts to run away.

Trying your best to commit every second you spend together to memory, you listen to the rise and fall of Coryo’s breath as he sits next to you, a shiver running through you as he lightly strokes the exposed skin of your arms. You stay like that for what feels like hours, and even though you’d be more than happy to spend eternity here with him, Coryo stands and kisses you goodbye, needing sleep before the ceremony tomorrow.

Watching him go, you can’t help but mourn what’s right in front of you, can’t help the despair that twists in your chest when you realize that life won’t always be this way. In a few months, there’ll be no more sneaking out, no more secret meetings, no more gentle kisses hello and goodbye. You’re living on borrowed time, and you can’t help the tears that well up as you watch Coryo’s retreating form.

——

Even the mere sight of Festus Creed standing in the academy’s entrance hall is enough to make bile rise in your throat. You almost want to turn and run, but you see Coryo across the room and a smile works its way onto your face and he sends one back, over the heads of all of your classmates. You’re so distracted, so enamored, that you don’t notice that Festus is now standing right in front of you.

��Coming to dinner tonight?” He asks, trying his best to appear charming but all you want to do is scratch his eyes out.

“No, just my parents, I have plans of my own,” you tell the boy, feeling much less cornered when you catch the sight of your savior coming towards you. As easy as breathing, Coryo slips his hand into yours, squeezing once without breaking eye contact with Festus.

It’s a display of ownership and power, that much you can tell, as if Festus wouldn’t possibly respect your own wishes for him to scram and you needed Coriolanus to step in for you because he’d be respected. Even though an act of peacocking like that would typically make your skin crawl, you’re just grateful that Festus has slunk off to bother someone else. Squeezing his hand once before letting go, you turn to talk with Coryo for the first time since you watched him leave last night.

“You look very nice,” you tell him, brushing imaginary lint off his shoulders just for an excuse to touch him. He smiles at you, the soft sort of smile that he only shows to you, but it crumples when Arachne and Clemmensia approach. Your own hands fall from his shoulders, as if you’re not allowed to touch him in a friendly manner, and you turn to face the group and listen to their discussions of the Plinth prize.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur of confusion and despair; not only is there no Plinth prize, but you’re being forced to become a mentor for one of the 24 tributes in the Hunger Games. You’re assigned to Bobbin, a little boy from District Eight, and as evil as it seems, there’s a part of you that hopes that he passes away in his sleep before the games begin, to spare him from the horrible end you know he’ll meet otherwise.

Curled up on top of your bed, all you want is to have Coryo wrap you in his arms and stay there for the rest of eternity. When the time comes, and you shimmy out of your window and down the side of your house, you all but fall into Coryo, his arms the only thing keeping you upright. He doesn’t say a word, just pulls you closer and holds you tighter, knowing exactly what you need.

The two of you stay like that for a while, until you feel sufficiently human again and the worry of your parents seeing you starts crawling forward in your mind, so you grab his hand and start the familiar walk to your park bench.

“Why are we doing this?” You ask, still feeling despondent and your thoughts running a million miles a minute.

“Doing what?” He asks, confusion clouding his voice, and you can tell his brows are all furrowed even though you’re staring at your intertwined hands, “this?” He gives your hands a gentle shake, and he sighs when you nod.

This is a conversation you’ve had many times before, and no matter how many times he reassures you, you know you’ll just ask again in a few weeks. If Coryo knows the two of you will never end up together, not if your parents have a say, why would he spend all this time with you? What’s the point in a midnight rendezvous if he knows nothing real can come of it?

“Because I love you,” he answers the way he always does, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer, “and because I know that your parents will change their minds.” That part is new, a testament to Coryo’s need to be the best, to his determination to win. To him, having you marry Festus would be the same as losing to Festus, and he’d never let that happen. He loves you, you know he does, but you wonder how much of his desire to marry you is love and how much is pride?

Before you can spiral, the conversation turns to Lucy Gray: her chances of winning, how likely she is to trust Coryo, how Coryo can increase her odds in the Games. There aren’t any discussions of Bobbin, even though you’ve been tasked with keeping him alive as well, and it’s as if Lucy Gray is all that matters at the moment. And, in the lead up to the Games, she really is all that matters to the majority of the Capital, everyone is so enamored with her it’s as if none of the other tributes should even try because while they might be more skilled, none of them have captured the hearts of the Capital the way Lucy Gray has.

Walking into the academy on the first morning of the Games, you’re full of a sick sense of apprehension, something deep inside you that wants to turn and flee and never look back. You don’t, instead taking a seat next to Coryo and craning your neck as you look for Sejanus. Dean Highbottom had said something cryptic about the boy when you and Coryo entered the room, and you can’t help but think he’s been hurt in some way.

When he enters, he looks well enough as he can be given the circumstances, but that all changes the moment the cameras turn on. Bloody and beaten, Marcus is strung up in the center of the arena and it’s unclear whether he’s alive or dead. It doesn’t matter to Sejanus, who stands and screams at everyone before storming out. The rest of your peers snicker, but you’d do the same if you were in his shoes. Even now, the sight of Marcus and the knowledge of what’s to come makes you want to throw up, but you manage to control yourself.

Bobbin and Lucy Gray both manage to survive the bloodbath, sneaking off in opposite directions as Coral and her gang begin to terrorize anyone they can catch. Even though the Games have just started, you’re already praying for them to end. You’d rather sit through a ten minute bloodbath and have it all be over than have to sit and watch for hours and days on end as the number of tributes dwindles down to one.

That night, you leave with the rest of the remaining mentors, with the exception of Coryo, who’s determined to watch out for Lucy Gray as long as he possibly can. Your parents have the Games playing on their television when you return home, but you ignore it in favor of curling up in your bed and wishing for an end to the violent spectacle. For the first time in months, you don’t bother to sneak out, knowing Coryo won’t be there to break your fall.

At some point during the night, the feeds are cut and when they come back on, Bobbin has been slaughtered. This information isn’t shared with you until you return to the academy with the rest of the mentors, and you’re beyond devastated.

“No one knows what happened to him,” you explain to Coryo in a frantic whisper before Lucky Flickerman kicks you out for having a dead tribute.

“It could have been any of them,” Coryo gestures towards the screen showing Coral and her gang, and you know he’s right. No matter what you do, you won’t bring him back, and you’ll never find out who slaughtered that poor boy. You give Coryo’s shoulder a squeeze before you hurry away, devastated at the loss of such a young life but glad you won’t be forced to watch the Games anymore.

When the dust settles, Lucy Gray is the last tribute standing, even as Coryo has to forcefully ask, again and again, to get her out of the arena. The last thing he needed was everyone knowing he cheated, twice, and taking away everything he had worked so hard for.

They did anyway.

Despite Dean Highbottom’s explicit instructions for Coryo to go straight to the station after gathering his few meager belongings, he knew he needed to make a quick pit stop before he left forever. It felt strange to be knocking at your front door instead of waiting underneath your window, and anxiety coiled around in his belly as he waited for someone to answer. Luckily, it was you who swung open the door, and just seeing your face sent a pang of longing through him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, not unkindly, as you step outside and shut the door behind you. With the Games, you hadn’t seen Coryo in days, and it’s been the longest stretch in months that you slept a full night in your bed.

“They’re sending me to twelve, to be a peacekeeper,” he explains as quickly as he can, leaving out the fact that he’s deciding he’s going to twelve, not anyone else.

“Twenty years apart,” you place your hands on the side of his face, trying to study it and keep it in your memory forever.

“Twenty years,” he confirms, much less urgent than before. He can be a little late, he’s already being sent to hell, but he needs to just look at you a little while longer.

“I’ll be married to Festus by then,” you know that even if your parents let you attend university, there’s no way they’ll wait twenty years before selling you off.

“And then when I get back, I’ll steal you away for good,” you let out a watery laugh at that, the tears unsurprising but unexpected, as you hadn’t even realized they were falling.

“You could steal me away now,” you whisper, pulling his head closer to yours and resting your foreheads together, “we could run away, and then they’ll never find us.”

Coryo entertains the thought for a second, imagines what it would be like to live in some hovel in the woods with you, before pulling back.

“I have to go, if I don’t show up, Highbottom will hunt me down,” he says, in that soft voice he keeps just for you, before leaving you with one final kiss.

The next time you see Coryo isn’t in twenty years, but less than one. Your parents are throwing a party, trying to come up with as many social gatherings as possible to get you and Festus together, but even as you speak with your supposed betrothed, you see a familiar face out of the corner of your eye. His hair is different, and his clothes are nicer, but there’s no mistaking Coriolanus Snow.

You’re not listening to a word Festus is saying, instead hoping that Coryo will find you through the crowd. Across the room, you lock eyes, and it takes every fiber of your being to restrain yourself from running to him. He smiles at you, a charming smile that can fool government agents and parents alike, and you go weak in the knees.

While you don’t run, you do give a mumbled apology to Festus before turning and making your way through the crowd, all but pushing people out of the way until you can wrap Coryo in your arms. He responds immediately, pulling you impossibly closer and holding you tightly against his chest. You can hear the pounding of his heart, and you wonder if yours is any less erratic.

“Well, look at you, Officer Snow,” you say with a grin, settling your hands on either side of his face because it seems impossible that he’s standing in front of you. He laughs, and pulls you closer for a quick kiss, barely a graze of his lips against yours but he just couldn’t help himself. Compared to the twenty years you were supposed to be apart, one year is nothing, but it still felt like a lifetime to the both of you.

“Come on, I want to hear about everything,” you grab his hand and lead him away from the party, up the stairs and towards the room you’d sneak out of just to meet him. Those nights seem like a decade ago, but you’re so unbelievably happy to see Coryo again, it doesn’t matter how long you had to wait.

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[slutforsnow]

His Sunflower

Chapter 3 :3

Cw/TW// Drugs, stalking (for good reason), alcohol, manipulation, taking advantage of, plotting, implied murder, talk of death

"Let me take a bat to his head," Coriolanus stated, sitting at the table of the Plinth residence. Sunni had been charmed by Festus to come study at his place with Arachne and Clemensia, but that didn't relax either of the boys. It was Festus, he could try something without knowing.

"We can't commit murder yet, Coryo," Sej replied, shaking his head no as he threw his satchel on the table.

"You can't, I can and will," the bleach blonde corrected, unbuttoned his blazer and draped it back on the chair he sat on.

"No," Sejanus replied, leaning against the counter.

"Ugh, fine, what do you suppose we do?" He questioned, crossing his arms.

Sejanus pondered his question for a moment before a grin slowly started to appear on his face. "You took photography in middle school, right?"

"Yeah?" Coryo responded, a little puzzled as to where Sejanus was going with this.

"Still got the camera?"

"Grandma'am has it packed somewhere in the apartment, but yeah," He confirmed with a slow nod, beginning to realize what Sejanus was wanting him to do.

"Get it out, and we can pretend we're taking pictures of the scenery around Sunni and Festusnto drive a wedge between them. Sunni may be a little dense, and I say that with love, but if anything, she's loyal to family. So if Festus vents to her about me, she'll drop him faster than you can say supercalifragisticespiallidocious!" Sejanus was red in the face when he said the last word, having started rapid speaking—something he picked up as a kid when he was super excited about an idea he had.

"Never say that word again," He grumbled, glaring into Sejanus' eyes with his icy stare.

"Sorry-"

As the boys were plotting, Sunni was in awe of the Creed mansion. It was bigger than the Plinth one and covered head to toe in marble architecture. She was looking around it, in total shock. It was better than she could've imagined, especially after hearing about how so many families lost wealth after the First Rebellion in History.

"Jeez, Festus, your estate is amazing," She breathed out, looking up at him as he continued to have his arm wrapped around her shoulders as if he was claiming her as his girl. But Sunni thought it was just a nice gesture, a way of comfort as if to say, "It's okay, you'll love it here."

"Ah, this is nothing. You should see Clemensia's and Arachne's—they have the best estates in all of the Academy. Their homes are where we, the Seniors of Panem Academy, have the best parties. All kinds of beers, wines, and even a little bit of drugs to try. Only if you're ballsy enough to try them at least," Festus mused, taking joy in seeing Sunni's eyes light up with excitement.

"That sounds awesome!! Not the underage drugs or drinking, but the parties themselves," She clarified as he led the girls to the library to "study".

"Oh, Sunni, you've never drank?" Arachne inquired, looking at the youngest senior. Sunni shook her head no, a serious look in her eyes. But with how much of an innocent face and look in her eyes she had, no one in the group took her seriously.

"Oh no, never! My auntie always says never to kill your body with that stuff. A little sip here and there for political parties, but never drink it all willy-nilly," Sunni explained, looking at Arachne as everyone sat down at one of the tables. Festus stayed beside her, his arm still around Sunni.

"And does your aunt tell you the same about drugs like cocaine and ecstasy?" Clemensia asked as everyone pulled out their work.

"No, my ma does cause drugs are what took out my pa," Sunni answered.

The group looked at Sunni in shock. They hadn't expected that to fall from her lips but quickly collected themselves.

Then, an idea hit Festus. If Sunni didn't have her dad, she didn't have anyone to really warn her about men who'd taken advantage of her innocence and naivety.

He started to think of how he'd be able to get her to trust him over Sejanus. After all, he had to drive a wedge between the two somehow, and substances were just the answer.

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[catindabag]

Ok. Hear me out. We all know that the Capitol peeps fashioned themselves like Ancient Rome with a dash of Hellenistic influence, but in a futuristic manner, right? They even have the habit of naming their kids after famous Roman/Greek deities, generals, rulers, and heroes. Apollo and Diana Ring are the most obvious ones. Heck, the 24 OG mentors from TBOSAS are the greatest examples. From Juno, Androcles, Gaius, Persephone, Festus to Coriolanus, Florus, Felix, and Lysistrata. More or less, their parents are a proud bunch of Aeneid-Iliad-Shakespearean theater fanatics.

So if you’re a Capitol citizen, you better have an extra copy of The Iliad and The Aeneid on standby when you finally get the opportunity to name your baby.😀

But seriously, I think The Academy educates their students about these kinds of classical books in literature and rhetorics class. So it’s safe to say that Coryo and his classmates have read and enjoyed Homer’s The Odyssey.

However, this post is not about that.

This post is about me imagining the 24 OG Mentors in my crack!AU adapting and releasing their own theatrical version of Epic: The Musical (by Jorge Rivera-Herrans) in front of Panem as punishment for postponing the Hunger Games (forever).🤣

So here’s the cast:

Coryo Snow as ✨Athena✨😌💅

Festus Creed as ✨King Odysseus✨

Persephone Price as ✨Queen Penelope✨

Pliny “Pup” Harrington as ✨Eurylochus✨

Sejanus Plinth as ✨Polites✨

Felix Ravinstill as ✨Poseidon✨

Hilarius Heavensbee as ✨Zeus✨

Juno Phipps as ✨Hera✨

Gaius Breen as ✨Hermes✨

Arachne Crane as ✨Scylla✨🥲🔪

Livia Cardew as ✨Aphrodite✨

Florus Friend as ✨Telemachus✨

Androcles Anderson as ✨Polyphemus✨😂

Domitia Whimsiwick as ✨Calypso✨

Clemensia Dovecote as ✨Circe✨

Apollo Ring as ✨Apollo✨

Urban Canville as ✨Ares✨ & ✨Tiresias✨

Iphigenia Moss as ✨Aeolus✨

Dennis Fling as ✨Antinous✨ & ✨Hephaestus✨

Vipsania Sickle as ✨Winion #1✨

Io Jasper as ✨Winion #2✨

Diana Ring as ✨Lotus Eater #1✨

Palmyra Monty as ✨Lotus Eater #2✨

And Lysistrata Vickers is their stage play director.

PS: This is also an excuse to imagine Coryo and Festus having an epic sing-off dance battle when they perform Warrior of The Mind & My Goodbye.

#coriolanus snow #president snow #coryo snow #tbosas #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #crack post #abosas #bosas #thg fanfiction #thg #thg fic #thg fandom #epic the musical #epic the troy saga #homer's iliad #odyssey #odysseus #athena #greek mythology #the aeneid #the iliad #the hunger games #suzanne collins #random thoughts #crack #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #thg series

[felixravinstills]

I could be wrong, but a quick Command + F search of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes reveals that Sejanus seems to be the only one of Coriolanus' male classmates to call him "Coryo." Now, this could just be due to his interactions revolving around his female classmates being more prevalent/common in the book, but I still find it interesting.

Is there some form of like toxic masculinity culture that makes the Academy boys more averse to using a nickname? There are examples that this might not be the case such as Apollo "Pollo" Ring and Pliny "Pup" Harrington, although Pup is used to distinguish him from his father, Pliny Harrington. I suppose that the usage of Pollo for Apollo could be a deliberate in-and-out of universe mirroring between him and his twin sister, Diana or Didi, which makes its usage more natural for everyone.

Does this suggest that Coriolanus is more distant with most of his male peers than his female peers? I don't think this is necessarily true. He does call Festus Creed his best friend, but perhaps, this closeness is only in Snow's own mind.

Additionally, the use of the nickname could be a conscious or unconscious way for his female classmates to position themselves closer to a by-all-accounts good-looking classmate who comes from an excellent family. Just a guy that they could bring home to their parents.

Personally, I think some combination of the first and last option are most likely since I imagine that Coriolanus' disposition doesn't change too much between the classmates he's closer in his circle and those he's not.

The List of People Who Call Coriolanus "Coryo," including the first instance of their usage of the nickname from what I could find:

Tigris (of course) (Chapter 1)

Arachne Crane (Chapter 6)

Diana Ring (Chapter 6)

Clemensia Dovecote (Chapter 10)

Sejanus Plinth (Chapter 16)

Lysistrata Vickers (Chapter 17)

#just doing some research for the politics of nickname usage for my fic #capitol academy students #<-do they have a general tag #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #abyssal stuff #abyssal writes #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #ficnotes #tbosas #tbosas meta #festus creed #arachne crane #apollo ring #diana ring #lysistrata vickers #clemensia dovecote #tigris snow

[drunkinchicago]

coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird

link: chapter 1, link: chapter 2, link: chapter 3 link: chapter 4 link: chapter 5, link: chapter 6

Chapter 7: bloodstream

Depollute me, pretty baby

Suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel

Water down what I call being grateful

Leith Ross

“Nothing was made by God for man to spoil or destroy.”

John Locke, Second Treatise on Civil Government

There was a time in my life where, if there was a heaven, I would’ve set fire to it.

Hozier

Monday morning began before sunrise, steam rising off of the clawfoot bathtub in Coriolanus’ bathroom. He was making a habit of this - scalding coffee, hot bathwater, biting his food long before it cooled, because why should he have to wait? Nothing melts Snow, he told himself, always challenging his boundaries, trying to imagine what an enemy would do to him so he could do it first.

Tigris hadn’t come home yesterday. Coriolanus was trying not to think about it, about the fact that she was the only other Snow left and that their relationship was undeniably scarce. She acted differently toward him and he could imagine several reasons as to why. He wasn’t the same person he’d been a year ago, and he’d be the first to admit it. Coriolanus wanted to blame this on his involvement in the Games, but that would be cheap. If he’d had a different tribute, he would’ve let them die and impressed Dr. Gaul in some other way, providing her with the same rich insight she so highly values. He was not afraid of the Games nor was he was disturbed by their conception. In fact, he was grateful for them and the many opportunities of its existence, allowing him to gloat his intelligence through his ideas. He was a Victor. That thirst for winning and power hadn’t been born into him by his assigned role as a mentor - he had been born with those traits. No, it wasn’t the Games that changed him. It was Lucy Gray.

There had been times where he fantasized about a life without their meeting, but it was a futile thought. When he thought of her and the ways she fit into his world, there was nothing but divinity. She had been the driving force for every decision that had landed him where he now stood, wealthier and more intelligent, reigning over his peers with his apprenticeship and tailored suits. He liked to convince himself that he invented Lucy Gray, that she wasn’t her without him, but he knew reality to be a much harsher truth that he scarcely entertained - Coriolanus was nothing without her.

Coriolanus stared at his hands beneath the surface of the bathwater, noticing how his fingertips were beginning to prune. Anxieties about the coming week were starting to ebb and flow through his mind, flitting around the edges of Lucy Gray shaped thoughts. The emotional high of her arrival was beginning to give way to the complexities that would come out of her being in the Capitol, the pressure of Dr. Gaul’s threats blurring the edges of his vision. He hadn’t heard from Dr. Gaul over the weekend, and she hadn’t assigned him any writeups at their last meeting. It was unnerving and irregular. Then again, his last assignment had been both lengthy and meticulous - perhaps they were due to review that first. Besides, Coriolanus wasn’t scheduled to see Dr. Gaul today anyway. He had a full day of courses at the University and intended to come home directly after to finish a philosophy paper. Had it been last week, he might have considered staying late at school to write it, sandwiched between Clemensia and Festus Creed at a crowded darkwood table. He enjoyed the library, craving the familiar grassy but sweet scent of the rotting books that the University catalog boasted - “from before the Dark Ages,” his professors would say, holding a tattered copy with yellowing pages as though it were holy. Everything must have been holy before the War, unjudged and impartial and tolerant. Coriolanus wished he could remember it, and wondered who he would’ve become if he hadn’t been choking on the taste of vengeance since grade school. He tried to imagine a softer version of himself, his frame drawn in charcoal pencil rather than sharp ink, bending at the will of others rather than breaking them. Would Lucy Gray like him more that way?

Lucy Gray. She was sleeping then, he imagined, her blanket pulled up to her perfect chin - how many times he had cupped it, rubbing his rough thumb against the smoothness of her face. Once in the meadow outside the buzzing fences of Twelve, he’d moved his hand down to neck, made confident by the sweltering heat and seclusion. Lucy Gray had smiled against his lips as he’d done it, daring him to press harder, to go further. Back then, he was preoccupied with the act of being gentle and good, caught up in the preciousness of her. But she had wanted him to, and instead, he’d moved his hand to the small of her back. She pulled away, insisting on getting back to the Covey for supper. Coriolanus hadn’t been able to tell if she was disappointed with him and was too nervous to ask. It was only a few weeks later that Lucy Gray gifted him with betrayal, reawakening the aggression he’d been swallowing every time they kissed. Since that’s how you like it, I can be harsher now, Coriolanus thought. I can hurt you in all the ways that feel good to you.

Coriolanus hesitated to grab his bath sheet as he stood, staring at himself in the mirror. He’d maintained the muscles that his Peacekeeper training had given him, stronger and leaner than any male in his year at the University. Insecurity turned on and off like the flicker of a dying bulb as he turned to the left side, the burn wounds that had become permanent scars on his back coming into view. He’d doused himself in ointments, oils, whatever he could find at the apothecary and pharmacy alike - nothing worked. They remained, a reminder of what would’ve killed him had Lucy Gray not been there to save him. Always a reminder.

Clothes, coffee, shoes, breakfast, messenger bag, call driver. His routine was just that - routine, monotonous. Today, he added a step and wrote out a menu of suggestions for Lucy Gray’s morning and afternoon meals. Breakfast: orange juice, quiche lorraine, sliced bananas, coffee with cinnamon, whatever else she wants. Lunch: gorgonzola salad with grilled chicken (perhaps add candied walnuts? Ensure she’s not allergic first). Before leaving, Coriolanus reread the note he’d left and underlined ‘not allergic’.

In the elevator, Coriolanus decided to cancel his call for the driver, opting to walk instead. This was what he once did, what he’d done for many years, back when his apartment smelled of cabbage and rat poison. It used to feel humiliating ducking through back alleys and scuffing his shoes, his only pair that was already a size too small. Now it was simply motivating, the perspiration soaking his shirt serving as a reminder of what he had been through and what he had risen above, pushing him onward as sweat danced between his shoulder blades.

-

Livia approached him during their lunch hour, an unpleasant interruption to Coriolanus’ green apple slices and Dostoevsky readings. He was sitting outside on a concrete bench that had been engraved with Panem’s emblem, the dips and ridges of the carved symbol digging into his back.

“Hi.” Livia was attractive enough to reductively be average - blonde, thin, attainable. She spoke in a gloating tone, contrived confidence brushed on like her eyeliner, which was thicker on her right eye.

“Hello,” Coriolanus replied, reluctantly shutting his book and bringing his hand over his eyes to shield the sun. The action sharpened Livia’s face before him, but made it no better. She still looked painfully regular, the daughter of a wealthy family who was convinced she was worth just as much as their revenue. She wasn’t.

“Why don’t you come out on the weekends with us?” Livia cocked her head, letting her curls fall over one shoulder.

Coriolanus didn’t have to ask who us was to know - Clemensia, Livia, Festus, Hilarius Heavensbee, Vipsania Sickle, whoever else he was forgetting. After the Games, the majority of the Mentors had remained close, gaining entry to the University and studying together in the same small groups they’d grown accustomed to at the Academy. Now that they were over the age of eighteen, Coriolanus’ classmates spent their weekends at nightclubs and other alcohol-affiliated outings in the Capitol, scandalously recounting the dramatics of such excursions throughout the school week. Coriolanus was noticeably absent and had no desire to attend. There wasn’t anyone for him at those events, no appeal in going. He planned to begin making appearances at the clubs only if Lucy Gray was booked for shows, anticipating the sight of her on stage again, making the knees of the crowd weak, his heart drumming against his chest knowing she was his. They could look, but they couldn’t touch.

“I’ve been tied up, I guess.”

Jarringly, Livia reached out to touch Coriolanus’ left wrist, examining it. “Funny, I don’t see any scars. No rope burn? Were you using cuffs?”

How desperate. He bet she thought he liked to fuck rough. Maybe he did. What would it matter to her? Coriolanus jerked his arm back sharply, embarrassed on her behalf. He wasn’t even sure how to respond.

Livia’s cheeks flushed as she observed Coriolanus’ disinterest. “I like you,” she hissed. “And you’d be stupid not to do something with that.”

Coriolanus blinked in return, not at all surprised by her shrill response. That’s who she was - loud, expectant, sneering, assuming that her opinion was remotely valued. It was true that any other boy would probably want her, but many had had her already, exchanging stories at lunch tables. Girls were jealous of her, comparing themselves to her designer clothing and routinely bleached roots. Coriolanus saw through this face. The traits that Livia thought she held - mysterious, trendsetting, likable - were characteristics that Lucy Gray possessed tenfold. And Lucy Gray wasn’t the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the Capitol. She was a girl from the Districts, if even that, natural and one-of-a-kind, created with an allure that couldn’t be replicated. That’s the kind of girl Coriolanus Snow wanted and deserved. It was entertaining to watch Livia be denied something she wanted - he imagined it must be a first.

“I’m not stupid,” Coriolanus said flatly before tossing an apple slice into his mouth.

Livia was already walking away, her skirt tight and unflattering, adding to the growing list of evidence that money can’t buy everything. “Come out this weekend, and we’ll see.”

-

When Coriolanus got into his driver’s car shortly after five, Strabo Plinth was in the backseat. It was a surprise, and a moderately unwelcome one at that. It had been a tense day riddled with assignments and he’d been unable to articulate himself when called on in his rhetoric course. Coriolanus felt off and wanted to get home, frustrated at the lack of instruction that came with obtaining your greatest desire. The combination of euphoria and lack of clarity that had come with Lucy Gray’s arrival was disconcerting. She would have to perform at shows, but when? He wanted to feel close with her again, but when? When would they share a room, when would she trust him the way she used to? They had so much to talk about in aims to understand what they'd done in each other’s absence. Was this eating her up the way it was him? The days were growing shorter as winter approached, the sun already beginning to set. It would be dark by the time he got home from school.

“Hello, Coriolanus,” Strabo said, adjusting his pinstripe tie. Coriolanus had never seen him in anything but a full suit.

“What’s this about?” Coriolanus wanted to cut to the chase, unable to play coy today. Strabo was unaffected by Coriolanus’ sharp comments, which made him all the more comfortable to make them.

The Avox driving the vehicle began to lumber forward as soon as Coriolanus slammed his door, the gravel of the cobble roads loud under the tires. For a moment Coriolanus worried this would be about Livia’s comment, already sick of the Cardews and their interest in him. He detested the notion of Strabo bartering him off like a show pony. He wasn’t something to choose, he was the one who made the choices. But that wasn’t what this was about at all.

“How’s your mail-order bride?” Strabo smirked, nudging Coriolanus with his shoulder as if they were brutish Capitol men gossiping about their boring wives, a role Strabo likely accomplished and one that Coriolanus hoped never to.

Mail order bride. The only word that stuck with Coriolanus was bride, an image of Lucy Gray in white grabbing him by the neck. “Lucy Gray is adjusting,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the hand sewn leather seat in front of him.

“She must be happy to be here, though. Must be easy enough to impress a little thing from Twelve.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “You are aware that she left me, aren’t you? I forced her here, so no, she doesn’t seem entirely happy at the moment.”

“People are fickle creatures when weighed down by the pressures of what they’ve been taught to believe. Patriotism is as rampant in Twelve as the dust of coal, scarring the faces of those worn out people. A very problematic place, really.”

“She’s not from District Twelve, she’s of the Covey.”

“All the same out there, isn’t it? Bleeding together like ink - all the same.”

If it’s all the same, what are you? Coriolanus wanted to say, irony being the richest aspect of Strabo’s perspective. District Two and District Twelve, don’t they bleed just alike too? “I’ve asked you this before, but I’ll say it again. Is this wrong to you? Are you upset with this?”

Strabo thought it over, his index finger tapping his right knee methodologically, following the same pace. “I’d simply like to be informed of your life and the decisions you have taken upon yourself to make, as is my right. Don’t you agree?”

Coriolanus could feel his blood pulsing, throbbing like something swollen and agitated. For a split second, a feeling regrettable and grim washed over him. Was this how Lucy Gray felt, indebted to a person, choiceless? He’d have to discuss this with her. He didn’t like to hunt deer that were strung up and immobilized anyway. He wanted them running, but only for fun, giving him a chase because they liked the feeling too, secretly hoping that he would shoot them down and mount their stag’s head on his wall for people to see and admire. Mutually assured destruction - it could feel so nice.

“I’m not going to marry Livia Cardew.” It was all he managed to say, ‘as is my right’ running through his head on a loop.

“Coriolanus.”

“Strabo,” he acknowledged, turning his head to meet the older man’s eyes and challenge Strabo to whatever he was planning to say next.

“I am looking out for you. I know that you assume that you know what’s best, but you are young and naive. I have been in this game longer than you have been alive. You cannot and will not become President if you take a District girl for a wife.”

“Lucy Gray has been here for two days. Let me have what I want at eighteen years old before you color my world with this speak of marriage and candidacy,” Coriolanus could hardly speak through the severity of his gritted teeth.

“I can see why Sejanus and you were such great friends.” Strabo’s voice was void of emotion, the rest of the world seeming to go quiet.

Coriolanus’ heart seized at the sound of his name - Sejanus. Sejanus.

“Why?” He sounded small, sweat beading on his palms.

“You remind me of him sometimes, so impassioned by what you think is right, so sure you know best. It’s the power of youth, I suppose. Perhaps I’ve just forgotten.”

They spent the rest of the car ride to the apartments entirely silent. Coriolanus felt as though he could read Strabo’s mind, envisioning the bittersweet recollections of a lost son. However, he was certain Strabo couldn’t read his. If Strabo could see what Coriolanus was thinking, all that he was remembering of the responsibility for Sejanus’ death, Coriolanus was certain his blood would run through the streets, thick and guilty, drying to amalgamate with dirt and waste.

-

Coriolanus worried that he had broken the front door with the force in which he slammed it. One of the maids, who was preoccupied with dusting the picture frames lining the main hall, jumped at the sound. “Where is she?” He demanded. The Avox pointed toward the ceiling, signaling with veracity.

“She’s in the garden?” Coriolanus couldn’t help but yell, furious. He thought of the rotting barrier surrounding the rooftop, imagining her stepping too close to the edge. He envisioned her running her fingers along the rose patches, her skin catching on the unbridled thorns. The maid continued to cower as Coriolanus stormed past her, running up the corridor to the grounds.

Lucy Gray was startled by his arrival, still in her nightgown, her silhouette accentuated by the waning moon. She was already close to the edge, her eyes wide and wild. Coriolanus threw his hands up, hoping to calm her, so as not to scare her.

For a moment neither of them said anything. The air was heavy with the smell of looming rain, fraternizing with the hue of roses. Coriolanus was certain it would storm tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight was clear. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft, warm, a tone so alien to that he’d been using the rest of the day. He hardly recognized it himself.

Lucy Gray nodded, crossing her arms over her chest timidly. “Are you?”

Coriolanus shook his head as he approached her, desperate to pull her away from the precipice of the roof. “No, but that’s not relevant. Why are you up here?”

Lucy Gray didn’t move from him as he neared. “I wanted to be outside. Am I not allowed?”

Coriolanus was desperate to touch her. It was striking, then, staring at her before him, how rarely he felt the warmth of another human being. Over the last several months, he’d assumed that remembrance was enough. He could recall how she felt like it was inherent to his existence, embedded so deeply that it was just as cursory to his being as his eye or hair color. Looking at her now, he couldn’t remember it as well. The potential for new memories was too heavy, washing away what was to make room for what could be.

Once close enough, he brought his hands to Lucy Gray’s shoulders and gently moved her to face away from him, hugging the back of her. The Capitol sprawled out around them, figures moving through high rises like ghosts, flashing from window to window as they moved about. The hum of cars and electricity lines buzzed like white noise, soothing the aggressions that had been plaguing Coriolanus almost as much as the feel of Lucy Gray’s body. She didn’t protest against him, dropping her shoulders and leaning back, letting his arms wrap around the front of her and his chin rest on the top of her head. The moment was stripped down, absent of the past and current ailments, even if only for a moment.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” Coriolanus whispered, afraid to disturb the delicacy of the present.

“What would hurt me up here?” Lucy Gray’s voice was equally faint, her words lingering on ‘up here’. Coriolanus wondered if she was implying that the true danger was downstairs.

“The balcony rails are decaying.” Coriolanus lifted his hand to direct her chin to the left side of the roof, showing her a gaping hole in the banister. “I don’t want you to fall.”

Lucy Gray did not respond, cheeks warm at the familiarity of his hand on her face. She was suddenly glad for their positioning and his inability to see her expression. The tenderness of his touch felt foreign, distinctly Coriolanus yet so jarringly altered from the hostile person she’d known him to be. She never quite knew what to make of him and was afraid to commit to one opinion over the other. Ultimately, it felt easier to demonize him and push him away than the alternative, which felt synonymous to betrayal, a fear greater than death, that she could love him and he could destroy her because of it.

“You can let me in,” Coriolanus whispered in her ear, close enough that his bottom lip grazed her earlobe. “You can talk to me.”

She remained silent, too afraid to say the wrong thing, more afraid to say the right thing. Instead, she simply leaned back even further, wishing to crawl inside him and make judgments on the way his heart beat and the thoughts etched across his brain. Would she understand him then? Would she understand this?

They stayed this way for a while, Coriolanus’ heart beating against her back, slowing the longer they touched. The Capitol looked beautiful, lights stretching out for miles. If Lucy Gray looked hard enough, she could almost imagine her younger self on the precipice of the world, picking flowers in Twelve. Untouched and unharmed, unaware of the darkness inside her. Innocent and rare.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #thg series #thg #tbosas spoilers #coriolanus snow #snow #president snow #snowbaird #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #suzanne collins #archive of our own #ao3

[persephoneprice]

Don’t have many thoughts abt Persephone post tbosas only that she married festus. usually I’m not into ppl marrying high school sweethearts bc it’s not that realistic but bc I imagine tbosas era Capitol as basically the 50s I’ll accept it LOL once I wrote a tbosas 4 weddings and a funeral AU (unpublished — don’t ask) and their wedding is the first and as festus’s ‘best friend’ Coriolanus is the best man. Unfortunately. And he has this agonised look on all the photographs. this is a very amusing concept to me.

ahhh my delight at waking up to someone sending a persephone ask!!! my entire day is made already!!

i also see her marrying festus!! (however it’s me so my idea on why they married is a little sadder- i simply cannot let characters just be happy. it’s my toxic trait.)

i also just adore festus creed which may be another toxic trait depending on how you look at it.

i definitely agree- the capitol vibe is just different so marrying someone from school actually makes a lot of sense to me.

oh my god, the idea of coriolanus having to be best man at the Price-Creed wedding is delightful. you know he would be so uncomfortable having to be around not just persephone- but nero price himself.

i have to wonder, since coriolanus kind of considered telling festus about the cannibalism thing when he noticed festus falling for her, did he ever try to have that conversation with festus?

imagine right before the wedding coriolanus sits festus down and is like “i have some difficult information about your bride-to-be.”

and at first festus is terrified at what coriolanus might tell him but he just starts dying laughing at the cannibalism part because of course he already knew that. ‘come on, it was just a leg and the maid was dead anyway! no biggie!’ -festus probably

#anyway that fanfiction sounds delightful if you ever do decide to post it #thank you so so much for coming to my ask box i love u!!! #persephone price #asks

[snowjanuscentral]

I really really love your Avox!Coryo (Snowjanus) stories. I know it’s a tragic and pain filled au, but I can’t just help reading and loving the angst, ya know.

Also, I’m so tempted to write my own Avox!Coryo story. I don’t know why, but I do.😔 My imaginations and nsfw thoughts are running wild on this one. Lol.

And honestly, I can’t wait to read the whole backstory in Coryo’s perspective. I’m quite sure that it’s going to be a hard one to read and digest. But I’ll read it anyway. For the pain and the angst! Hurrah!

But what happens when other people (like Highbottom, former classmates, professors, etc.) see Coryo Snow working for the Plinths as an Avox? Will they be sad, horrified, surprised, baffled, disturbed, or what?

Will Dean Highbottom regret his decisions or will he just wallow in his misery and continue to spite his former BBF (Crassus Snow) even though he already got what he always wanted? I mean, Casca did want to see Coryo (and his family) fall in disgrace (permanently without remorse).

And will there be a fist fight? I wanna see a drunk Festus Creed punch a drunk Sejanus for some reason. I mean, Festus was in fact Snow’s closest childhood friend before. So yeah.

Lastly, will Strabo Plinth just hide poor Coryo from the public (forever) or will he show the mute cabbage boy off like some new skinny kitten he got from the local Dr. Gaul Pet Shop?

I have so many questions. I can’t wait for the next installment. Thanks again!

If you wanna write an Avox!Coriolanus story, go for it!!

To answer your questions:

I think that Coriolanus is kept secret from the wider Capitol, at least in the beginning. For the next two fics in my series (one oneshot, one multi-chapter), I'm going to focus on the development of Sejanus and Coriolanus' relationship now that latter is an Avox. Beyond those two fics, I don't have concrete plans, just some ideas floating about.

Dean Highbottom is EVEN MORE DEPRESSO that in canon, if that is even possible. Like he aint gonna last too long in this world if u get me.

Hmmmmmm, a fist fight? Not yet, but there will be a gut-wrenching scene involving alcohol!!!

"Lastly, will Strabo Plinth just hide poor Coryo from the public (forever) or will he show the mute cabbage boy off like some new skinny kitten he got from the local Dr. Gaul Pet Shop?" YOU ARE HILARIOUS ANON

Like I said, in my fic, the Plinth's are gonna keep Coriolanus' existence secret, although Tigris might find out that her dear cousin is still alive. . .

#avox!coriolanus #tbosas #snowjanus #my fic #my headcanon #ask

[sery-chan-13]

Letters and Poems in the Drawer

Ch.9 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader]

Ok, so most of these are super cute and sweet. Some can be interpreted as a bit… lewd in a way. And I guess they kind of are? So I guess;

Warnings: some mildly risqué poems. And Treech being a simp-

The boy I shouldn't miss

Because he was never mine. But I can't stop myself from imagining myself in his strong arms. Wearing the stupid hat he wears everyday cause I stole it. Can't stop my stupid lovesick thoughts of kissing him soon as he steps off that damn train. He's the boy I shouldn't miss, but I do. He's the boy I shouldn't be writing poetry about, but I do. He's the boy I shouldn't love, but I do.

———

I love like a dog. Not the cute puppy way, with eyes that plead for you to love me... but in the mutt way. Begging for even a scrap. Loyal to the bitter end. I love like a dog. Staying even when I know there's nothing but hurt ahead, I'll lay in my bed without so much as a whimper, hopin' you'll look at me with the scrap of love I beg for. I love like a dog.

Treech softly played with the corner of the paper and considered burning the piece, something about how vulnerable the piece was. He glared at the paper, as if it was the paper’s fault he wrote all that. He put his head in his hands, and remembered how much you loved reading poetry. Especially the poetry that gave off so many feelings. He softly put it into the drawer.

——

Dear Treech,

You are not going to believe the audacity of this man. I mean, he's always been an asshole, but it pissed me off today. Festus Creed has been a pain in my ass since I moved here. He's always poked fun at me for being district, but I never paid him mind. Suddenly, I'm back in the class after summer break and he's flirting with me!!! Can you believe it, I mean seriously. Does he think I'm dumb? He plays with my hair in class and passes me notes I don't read. His hand writing and spelling are absolutely atrocious, so I wouldn't even be able to read it even if I wanted to. Anyway, I hope your day was great. Mine was. I got to punch Festus Creed in the face. It was during stage hitting practice, and I took the opportunity. I mean I started the waterworks and they all fell for it. Even Creed. I think Dean Highbottom knows... but he likes me, says I’m his favorite student, isn’t that silly? I mean with powers like these? Life is crazy.

Sincerely, your friend,

(N/N)

——-

There's a fine line between jealousy and obsession. I think I'm on the edge of it. I don't really know why. I mean I know you have friends. That doesn't bother me. It's... the way people look at you like they own you. Like you're already theirs. I might say that you're 'mine' but I know that you aren't something to own. I think... what upsets me the most is that you look like they've sucked any joy out of your life. You smile... but it's not real... I guess I'm just... I don't even know at this point.

Fuck

He scribbled on the page and groaned in frustration, upset that his words didn't string together the way they usually did. He crumpled it up and threw it in the small bin he had before sighing. He picked it out and smoothed the paper, folding it and placing it in the drawer.

——

Dear sweet sunshine,

I've been holding the necklace a lot more recently. I have it hidden usually. Firstly so it doesn't get damaged, and secondly because I don't want anyone to try and take it.

I look at it and wonder if you look at yours. You know, that ring was my grandfather's. My grandma gave it to him as a proposal. Isn't that so cool of her? Said she wasn't going to wait forever for him to propose and did it herself. Well, grandpa gave it to me because dad didn't want to have the ring. He said I was to give it to my special someone when the time came. And even though it definitely won't fit you, I think it's cute. I mean, I'll give you your ring back and maybe it will count as that. We were much too young to be thinking of all that, I still think no one deserves it more than you. When you come back I'm making sure it's perfect and shined up.

Much love,

Treech /\

         

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Dearest Treech,

Yeah yeah it's the first time I actually use your name in one of these. Suck it up buttercup.

You won't believe what some kids tried to do today. I mean I know Capitol kids aren't the nicest, but this goes too far. With all the fine things they have, they tried to take my necklace! Some of them tried to stop the others. Like Pup Harrington. He ain't mean I guess... never says much but doesn't step in. Until today. Asked them why they wanted my necklace when they had nicer things. I mean I guess that was supposed to be insult? I don’t know. Hate Clemensia. She’s so mean. Said that it might be nicer, but mine was one of a kind. Coriolanus, his name is a mouth full, said she was acting no better than a district kid. Was it mean? Yeah. Insulting? Above else. But it made everyone stop. Sejanus scoffed a sarcastic sentence about us district kids acting better than the Capitol kids. I mean the teacher stood there! She didn’t do anything! I’m glad it’s my last year with her. Next year, we start the last four years of Academy.

Anyway, just needed to rant about them. Love you!

Sincerely,

(Y/N) ♡

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I think about you. All the time. I try not to, you distract me. I mean, your dad makes so many public appearances, it’s hard not to stare at you on the screen. You’re gorgeous. So fucking pretty. Sometimes you talk, and your voice is so sweet… And I have to stop myself from thinking to much about it. I work alone most days, so I try not to get distracted. At night, when I’m alone in my room I can finally let my mind run and wander across everything. I mean it’s stupid. I sit at my desk and try to write but end up fantasizing about you and I. What kind of life would we have? Together, I mean.

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There’s lots of things I’ve written I will avoid giving you. I don’t want you to know that I’ve been thinking about you in any way that might scare you off. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love poems are one thing, no matter how embarrassing it is a guy like me writes them. The rest are thoughts and things I kept for fear of anyone reading them. If you asked me, I bet all it would take is one look from your pretty begging eyes, and I’d give in. Staring at the ceiling is pointless so I close my eyes and imagine you’re here with me.

——

Oh my darling, I will never find anyone as wonderful as you. The things I wrote poems about will come to fruition with you. You are now and have always been the subject of my poetry. You make me swoon, and my heart race. Your words are saccharine sweet when I hear them in my head. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and you made it easy to talk to you. I am completely comfortable around you I want to give you all of me all that I am…

You blushed writing the last lines, hiding your face in your hands. Was it even right thinking of him like this? Did he ever think of you like that? Were you both thinking of each other at the same time when your eyes flutter shut?

——

I’d beg till my voice goes hoarse, if you told me to

I’d drop everything, if you told me to

I’d fall to my knees in second, if you told me to

I’d take anything. All the pain, all the pleasure whatever it might be, if you told me to

I’d listen to every command, every wish, every fantasy, and make it come true. If you told me to.

Because I want to be just yours. All that to say I want to be yours. Your darling, your sweetheart, your beau, whatever you want to call me.

Your boy, only yours

How could I ever want anyone else?

Hehehe imagine simping that hard couldn’t be me anywayyyyy-

#×reader #fluff #treech tbosas #treech x reader #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #jealous boyyyy #bro is kind of sort of- #ooh jealous jealous jealous boyyy

[beybaldes]

i didn’t have any specific ideas in mind for festus however i do feel like there’s certain types of people he would enjoy being around right?

like either way he would have to have known them since childhood as all capitol children do so cute dynamics

either a kind person to reel him in when he’s being too mean or an equally witted person he can bounce off.

oh for sure

- festus would have had to know them since birth basically (even though that’s how everyone knows everyone in the Capitol) but they’d have to have been friends since being babies for it to work out

- most untrusting mf on the planet, like, assumes you’re lying 24/7 to a degree it’s almost comical

‘how was your lunch break, sweet thing?’ he asked, chin pressed into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

‘good, me and clemmie went to this cute little place near the academy.’

he pulls away from you, turning you to face him with a genuine look of disbelief on his face. ‘suuuuure you did, sweet thing.’

- low-key an idiot, like, he’s never thought before he’s spoke IN HIS LIFE, takes everything people say as the gospel truth, doesn’t question anything for himself, just the type to nod his head along with a blank stare (which can be very endearing at times but sometimes is plain infuriating)

- ‘yeah, uh huh, okay, hmm.’ wants to listen to what you have to say but gets so distracted by you he never does. ‘no, I was sweet thing, carry on with your story.’

- I just know he’s fussy as fuck which makes it ten times more unbelievable that he’s managed to find his perfect match, like, not only do you match his wit and sarcasm at times, but you totally real him in.

‘sejanus, I’m surprised to see you made it to the reaping.’

Sejanus doesn’t get the chance to respond to his snark because you’re smacking an open palm against his chest. ‘rude, apologise.’

festus’s face flushes and he ducks his head. Arachne, Coriolanus and the rest of the group you’d gathered were all staring at him which only intensified his embarrassment, for for you, he’d do almost anything. ‘sorry, sejanus, it’s nice to have you here.’

- hasn’t used your actual name in like 5 years because he once called you ‘sweet thing’ and literally got addicted

‘sweet thing, you gonna come over and help me study?’

‘c’mon sweet thing, you know you want to come over this weekend.’

‘so, you gonna be my date for the winter formal or what, sweet thing?’

- will only have heart to hearts in bed late at night when it’s the two of you alone, and they’re always some of your favourite moments

‘you know, I really do love you sweet thing, even if I have trouble saying it sometimes.’

#beybaldes answers !! #beybaldes hc !! #tbosbas x reader #festus creed x reader #festus creed imagine #festus creed oneshot

[slaymitchabernathy]

Chemtrails Over the Country Club

It’s loud at this party. In this house. Whenever the fuck Coriolanus is right now. He can barely hear himself think with the bass of the speakers rattling his skull.

But he’s not here to think.

He’s here to sell.

He’s a drug dealer. Wasn’t always a drug dealer. No, he had great ambitions, big dreams but dreams don’t always come true. When his grandmother got sick he didn’t know what to do, who to ask for help.

He remembers it so clearly, how he’d been called into the office at the Academy, to talk to the Dean about his failing grades. Dean Highbottom wasn’t a sympathetic man, especially since he for some reason, despised Coriolanus and his father.

His father was dead, so he didn’t really get that part.

Coriolanus had brushed it off though, for the sake of the conversation. He’d told the Dean about his financial troubles and all while doing this Highbottom was pulling out a bottle, unscrewing the cap, and dropping a few drops of something into his mouth.

Coriolanus saw how relaxed the Dean became, how much happier he seemed, slower, calmer.

Coriolanus started selling morphling. Along with other various drugs but morphing was his biggest seller. That’s why he comes to these parties where stupid rich kids blow all their parent's money when other people can barely afford to get by as it is.

Coriolanus isn’t rich, but he isn’t poor. He’s a drug dealer, that in itself explains his financial situation.

Once his grandmother died, he inherited his apartment, his penthouse. It wasn’t much, still isn’t much, but it’s paid for, and it’s his.

He’s supposed to be looking for customers, regulars, and anyone in between but he can’t help but glance over at the couch by the fireplace where a pretty girl with blonde hair is sitting, laughing with her friends.

He can’t see her face but he knows she’s pretty, has a pretty face, pretty laugh, pretty smile.

He’s distracted from pretty when one of his old classmates gives him a wave, nodding towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor of whoever’s house this is. Coriolanus nods and makes his way over to the couch, his fingers slipping into her soft hair as he gently tugs her head back.

Soarynn looks up at him, a smile splayed across her lips, “Yes?”

He glances back at the stairs to see his classmate making their way up already, “Gonna head upstairs,” he tells her over the music, “be careful okay?”

Soarynn nods, giving him a wink, “I’ll be so careful,” she sarcastically remarks. He rolls his eyes and places a kiss on her forehead before going upstairs.

Having a girlfriend is hard enough already. You need to know what to say, what to wear, how to touch her, how to take care of her. It’s fucking exhausting is what it is. But not when it’s with Soarynn.

Coriolanus met her one night at a nightclub, Plubirus Bell’s nightclub to be specific. She’s a waitress there, and she’s pretty damn good at her job since it involves a lot of flirting.

She worked her charm on Coriolanus, batting those long lashes, keeping up with his sense of humor and not batting an eye when he’d shifted in his seat, revealing the gun he carried on him at all times.

Two hours later he was fucking her in the club's bathroom, drunk on something sweet and she was something sweeter.

He tried to shake her off after that. It was for her own safety. He was a dangerous man living a dangerous lifestyle. This wasn’t the place for romance. Someone could hurt her, he could hurt her. But Soarynn was so damn persistent, always meeting up with him on her breaks, always finding him at parties trying to buy off of him even though he never sold her anything. He didn’t want her on that shit.

Eventually, after enough shaking, Soarynn stuck onto him like glue and they’d been that way ever since. She wasn’t as soft as she looked, she had her own rough edges, her own heartbreaks, and scars. And she knew he wasn’t perfect, wasn’t the most thoughtful person or kindest person but that was alright with her.

Coriolanus made his way up the stairs and found his classmate nervously shifting in the dark hallway, “Let’s go in here,” Coriolanus says, walking into the nearest bedroom. He doesn’t like doing deals in a dark hallway, it’s almost cliche to him, like doing shit in a dark alley while wearing a trench coat.

“So um, I heard you sell morphling,” his classmate says, shoving his hands in his pockets. It slightly annoys Coriolanus but only because you never know what someone might pull out. He’s been stabbed before, he remembers how odd it was to see bright red blood on his pale porcelain skin. All because he wouldn’t sell some asshole ten vials of morphling for the price of five.

But what he remembers most was how many shifts Soarynn had to take on to cover his hospital bills. Being a drug dealer wasn’t always the best source of income, wasn’t always reliable, and never looked good in the eyes of the law. It looked much better if the money was coming from Soarynn who’d been working at her job for a good five years. It still didn’t make Coriolanus feel any better while he rested up, watching her work herself to the bone while they only had one source of income until he could start selling again. He found that asshole the day he got his stitches out. Beat him until you couldn’t make out his face, stole his wallet too. Coriolanus bought Soarynn whatever the fuck she wanted that day, happy to see her smiling as she bit into a chocolate pastry. No one hurt his girl. Ever.

“How much do you need?” He asks, looking his classmate up and down. He’s some rich boy who probably doesn’t even remember Coriolanus but that doesn’t really matter right now since he’s gonna be the one paying. Soarynn’s been wanting some new shoes for work and this deal is gonna pay for them. Before his classmate can ever respond the sound of gunshots causes them both to freeze.

Coriolanus feels his blood run cold when he hears screams and he’s bolting downstairs in an instant.

It’s chaos downstairs. Lights are still strobing, music is still playing and everyone is running around. His eyes dart to the couch where he last saw her and it's empty.

She’s gone.

“I’ll be so careful.”

Those words play over and over in his head as he pushes through the panicked crowd, yelling his girlfriend’s name. He can’t see her blonde head of hair, can’t see anything with so many people in the way. Until he sees the dark curls of Sejanus Plinth, one of his good friends. “Plinth!” He yells, desperately trying to get to his friend. Sejanus who’s near the door glances back and his eyes widen at the sight of Coriolanus, “Coryo! C’mon, we’ve gotta get out of here!”

Coriolanus swears when someone bumps into him, sending his gun scattering onto the ground. This, of course, causes people to freak out even more and some wide-eyed twenty-year-old is pointing his finger at him like they’re at recess, “He’s got a gun!” He cries. Coriolanus isn’t even able to fully process what happens next. All of a sudden he’s got his hands behind his back and he’s being shoved into the back of a Peacekeeper truck.

Sejanus is right behind him, free of handcuffs and pleading for his friend's innocence, “He didn’t do anything! He’s not the shooter!” One Peacekeeper holds out his hand, silencing Sejanus, “Listen, kid, a few people are injured, we’ve got more than one suspect, just keep it moving before we take you in too.”

Sejanus swallows at the thought of also being taken into the station and he locks eyes with Coriolanus, “We’ll get you out,” he says before the doors close shut.

Third Person POV

Tears stream down Soarynn’s face while she stares at the floor. She’s sitting on Festus Creed’s bed while Festus paces back and forth in front of her, frantically making phone calls.

Tonight has taken a toll on all of them.

One minute they’d been enjoying a party and the next shots were going off and everyone was running in every which direction.

Festus had found Soarynn immediately, grabbing her and dragging her out despite her protests to wait for her boyfriend to come and find her.

Festus was one of Coriolanus’s closest friends and he knew the blond well enough to know that he’d actually kill him if he found out he hadn’t gotten his girl out safely when he had the chance.

They’d made it out onto the street, finding Sejanus as well who ran back into the house to find Coriolanus.

Soarynn had chewed the inside of her cheek raw as they waited outside, the cold air biting into her skin. Normally Coriolanus would give her his jacket but things were far from normal.

They’d heard the Peacekeeper trucks rolling up and Festus was quick to suggest they clear it before they were being questioned. It didn’t help that he had drugs on him, along with two guns so he was anxious to leave.

They’d gone to the city centre where they eventually ran back into Sejanus who was without Coriolanus. “He’s been arrested,” he’d panted, “they took him into the station.”

Which is how they were in this current predicament. In all her years of dating Coriolanus, she’d never thought he’d get arrested, and for something he didn’t even do.

“We have to get him out!” She cries, pulling her knees up to her chest as she looks up at the boys, her mascara running down her cheeks.

They both exchanged nervous looks, both for the situation they were currently in and the state Soarynn was currently in.

Although he’d never admit it, Coriolanus Snow had an extremely soft spot for his girlfriend and his girlfriend only. He wasn’t even nice to other girls. To see Soarynn cry would anger him beyond reasoning and he’d do everything in his power to make her feel better. But he was arrested so they were fucked.

“His bail won’t be posted until early this morning,” Festus says, stopping to tap his foot. He was slightly strung out. Tonight’s events had brought the more desperate side of Festus Creed, someone who much like Coriolanus and Soarynn, hadn’t grown up with money and was doing the best with what he had. He’d been so stressed that he’d tapped into his own stash, snorting one line to calm himself down.

Soarynn frowned up at him, “Is that all we can do? We can’t go down to the station and give a statement?”

Both boys shudder at the thought of willingly going to where the Peacekeepers gathered. Coriolanus was most likely fuming behind bars right now and they didn’t long to join him. “They could question us Sejanus says with a sigh, “and we’d be no good to Coryo if we’re also behind bars.”

Soarynn bites her lip and nods, he’s right. They’ll just have to wait.

“You sleep here,” Festus tells her, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll come wake you before we go to get him.”

Soarynn forces a small smile and nods, “Okay, thank you both for taking care of me tonight,” she says, looking up at both boys. They’ve become a small family over the years, all dealt a shitty hand at life but still managing to play their cards to the best of their abilities.

Sejanus grins, “We’re family, it’s what we do. Now try and get some sleep, Nightingale.”

Soarynn rolls her eyes and watches both boys leave the bedroom, closing the door behind them. All the dealers she knows of go by their last name. Snow, Creed, Plinth. And while Coriolanus would never let her sell anything, they often all joke around and call her by her last name as well.

It’s hard for her to fall asleep, to do anything but worry for her boyfriend who should be here with her, not behind bars. They should be back home, curled up in their bed, his arms around her while he presses kisses to her back.

Festus was right though, she should get some sleep before the bail is posted. Soarynn looks around the small bedroom and wonders how many girls Festus had brought in here and suddenly the bed feels much filthier. Festus doesn’t live too far from her and Coriolanus but his apartment is significantly smaller, he calls it his bachelor pad. Whatever the hell that means.

Soarynn manages to get a few hours of sleep before there’s a knock at the door and she’s bolting up right to answer it. It’s Festus and he looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep either, “They posted his bail,” he says sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

Soarynn nervously tugs at the shirt he lent her, “How much is it? Can we go get him right now? Is he okay?”

Festus holds up his hands, “Woah, woah, too many questions kid. First, it’s four thousand to get him out.”

Soarynn can’t stop the gasp from leaving her lips. Four thousand is a lot of money, more money than she has saved up. Obviously, her line of work is safer, more legal but she doesn’t even know if Coriolanus has that much stashed away somewhere and if he does then she hasn’t a clue where to find it.

Festus nods as if agreeing with her gasp, “Secondly, we’re gonna go get him, you are going to stay here in case some other shit goes down. And I have no idea how Coryo’s holding up, they wouldn’t let me talk to him when I called.”

Soarynn slouches, this is horrible, rotten luck for all of them and her boyfriend’s paying the price for it. Speaking of the price…how are they going to get him out?

“I have two thousand,” she says, “so that’s half.”

Fetus softens his expression slightly, “Soarynn you don’t need to do that,” he tells her, “we can scrounge up enough money and I can make some cal-“

“I want him home Festus,” Soarynn cuts him off, “I don’t give a fuck if I have to start working more shifts or working the corner, I want him back.”

That seems to be final enough because Festus begrudgingly nods, “Okay,” he agrees, “we’ll go get him.”

Coriolanus POV

He’s fuming. Absolutely fuming.

Coriolanus sits on the edge of the bench while he stares out into the hallway that runs between cells.

Fucking arrested and for something he didn’t even do.

This might have been the longest seven hours of his entire life and the Peacekeepers certainly made sure of that. They asked him all sorts of questions, most of them were so fucking stupid but they were persistent on asking them.

It was hard for him to focus though, hard for him to think of anything but Soarynn.

Was she okay? Did she get shot? Did someone hurt her?

He’d gotten so worried he even asked the two Peacekeepers who were questioning him if they’d seen her.

“Don’t mean to interrupt you,” he’d said curtly, leaning forward, “but you didn’t see a blonde girl in that group of people who got hurt right?”

They’d both exchanged confused looks on why this delinquent was asking them a question but one of them took the bait, “Blonde girl you said?”

Coriolanus had nodded, cracking his knuckles as he leaned back in the cold metal chair, “Yeah. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles across her face, she’s about five-six. She’s my girl. Was trying to find her when I got arrested.” He’d shot them a dirty look, hoping maybe they’d feel some guilt.

They’d promised to check the hospital and finished questioning him before sending him into an all too crowded cell, full of other people who’d been arrested tonight.

Coriolanus kept his head down, kept quiet while a few other guys whispered to each other. He didn’t even care about being arrested, that it would be on his permanent record, he just cared about Soarynn.

The heavy footsteps of an approaching Peacekeeper alerted him and he raised his head, watching the man slow down until he stood in front of the cell Coriolanus was in.

“Snow?” He asks, looking around.

Coriolanus nods, “That’s me.”

The Peacekeeper grunts, “Your bails been posted. Four thousand.” Several people let out low whistles. Four thousand was damn near outrageous considering he’d been clean when they questioned him. Sure the gun looked bad, but he wasn’t guilty.

At least not this time.

He sucks the air between his teeth and nods, hanging his head back down. His friends will come to get him soon, he knows that much.

“Oh and we checked the hospital, your girls not in there.” That piece of information makes his heart race and his eyes slightly widen. She’s okay, Soarynn must have gotten out, holed up with one of her friends or even gone back to the apartment.

Coriolanus feels a weight lifted off his chest but he doesn’t let it show. He just nods and keeps his head down, waiting to get out.

It feels like hours go by until he hears his name being called again, “Snow! Looks like you’re gettin’ out of here.”

It’s about time, he thinks as he stands up, wiping his hands on his pants.

Coriolanus makes his way to the barred door, waiting for someone to come let him out. That’s when someone behind him speaks up, “That pretty blonde girl is your girl?” Coriolanus turns to see some brunette around his height looking at him, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. Coriolanus feels like he’s seen him before, heard of him before and the same probably goes for him. He’s a well-known face, name, idea.

Coriolanus nods, noticing the bruise blooming on the brunette's face. He’s pretty sure he fought back against the Peacekeepers when they all got arrested, which meant he was carrying something, got caught with something. Coriolanus wonders what his bail is. He only got posted first because he was the most reserved out of all of them, the most quiet.

“Yeah, she’s my girl,” he answers, his voice gravely. He hasn’t had anything to drink since the party, anything to eat or any sleep. He’s so ready to get the hell out of here. What’s taking this Peacekeeper so long?

“She looks like a good time, type of girl you wanna bend over whenever and wherever,” the young man says, smirking as he looks Coriolanus up and down.

Coriolanus has to force himself to manually breathe when he hears that, hears someone, some asshole so blatantly disrespecting his girl.

Since the beginning of their relationship, he’s been firm with his friends about how they can talk to Soarynn, talk about Soarynn. She’s his girl, not some object. Soarynn’s been the best part of his life, the only thing he has to live for sometimes.

Soarynn brings out a different side of him, a softer side, a kinder side, more gentle and caring. He hopes she’s okay.

“Don’t talk about my girl like that,” he says, his jaw clenching along with his fist. He's not asking, he's telling.

This guy seems to think it's funny because he laughs, "Don't worry Snow, me and my boys will pay her a visit as soon as we get out."

Coriolanus surveys the cell he's been stuck in and notices several other young men looking him up and down, all with various bruises. It doesn't really matter if he got bailed out anymore, not when he's about to be arrested for murder.

He doesn't get the chance though because that Peacekeeper finally found the keys and is unlocking the door but Coriolanus isn't a man who's easily satisfied, he turns one last time, giving the brunette a deadly glare, "You touch her and I'll fucking kill you."

He has to be physically pulled out of the cell and ignores the whistles and catcalls he gets, all of them taunting him. He's taken to a separate room where he's reunited with all of his belongings.

Dog tags, keys, wallet, lighter, and his jacket.

"Try and stay out of trouble," the Peacekeeper says, eyeing him up and down, "oh, and we'll be searching your apartment once you leave, so it'd be best for you to find some other place to stay until we're done."

Coriolanus can't stop his eyes from widening. Search his apartment? "What do you think you're gonna find in my apartment?" He asks, some edge in his tone. The Peacekeeper gives him an all too cocky smile, "It's just a standard procedure. We picked up all sorts of people at that party and you all seem to fall under the same category one way or another. We've been keeping an eye on you, Mr. Snow."

So they've been watching him. That does nothing to ease his worries, especially since they've probably been waiting for the ball to drop, to finally take him in. And now they're going to search his penthouse from top to bottom. What is he going to tell Soarynn? Where will they live?

When he first met Soarynn she was living in all sorts of places, hopping from couch to couch. She'd been kicked out of her own family's apartment the day she turned eighteen and had been on her own ever since. Couldn't pay rent, didn't have a job, left on her own.

She'd moved in with Coriolanus shortly after they started dating and she'd been there ever since. How could he tell her that their home was being torn apart?

"I've gotta tell my girl, let her get some of her clothes," he tells the Peacekeeper, "she didn't do anything...I...I keep her away from all of this." He knows he might be saying too much, but he can't let Soarynn fall under the blame. They could try to investigate her too, show up at her job. He doesn't need that.

A frown tugs the Peacekeeper's lips and he eyes the dog tags hanging around Coriolanus's neck, "You served Panem as a Peacekeeper?" Coriolanus nods, his fingers grabbing the silver tags, "Did a couple months in Twelve before I got sent back." His commander had called it an "honorable discharge" which was code for Coriolanus was getting caught up trying to play the game in Twelve, selling people all sorts of stuff. Safe to say, he didn't last long as a Peacekeeper. But, it did earn him some more street cred, he even kept his hair shaved down to a buzzcut, foregoing his golden curls.

The man across from him sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, "She can go in and get her stuff but she needs a Peacekeeper escort. Can't have her running around and hiding things."

Coriolanus can't help but smirk at the idea of Soarynn trying to cover his tracks. She doesn't know where he's stashed away anything, and probably never will. It's safer that way if she's in the dark. "Thanks," is all he says, gathering the rest of his belongings, "and thanks for the fun field trip. Best way to spend my weekend."

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus is immediately engulfed in a bear hug from Sejanus who squeezes him so tight, "Coryo I thought you were a goner, we're so glad you're okay."

Coriolanus doesn't really like hugs or any physical intimacy for that matter. Unless it's with Soarynn. But he returns this hug wholeheartedly, his friends came through for him and he can't ignore that. "Where's Soarynn?" Is the first thing he says when he pulls away. His eyes dart to Festus who looks like he rolled right out of bed to come bail him out, "She's back at my place. Didn't want it to get too crowded in here," he says.

The lobby they're currently standing in is a ghost town but Coriolanus knows what Festus means, had they also gotten arrested, Soarynn would be the only one to get all three of them out.

Coriolanus finally lets out a true sigh of relief. Soarynn is okay, she's safe and soon she'll be in his arms again. Five years ago Coriolanus would have laughed at the thought of him worrying about some girl, but now it's all he does.

They're quick to leave the station once everything's been settled, Coriolanus won't miss that place. "How much do I owe you guys?" He asks, walking down the dark Capitol streets towards Festus's apartment. Festus shares a knowing glance with Sejanus, "One thousand each," he says causally. Coriolanus frowns, that's only half. "Who paid the other half?" Sejanus stops in his tracks and sighs, trading his hand through his dark curls, "Look Coryo, Soarynn paid one half and we paid the other half so we could get you out as soon as possible." Coriolanus grits his teeth, his hands balling up again, "And you let her?" He hisses, so fucking angry that his own girl had to have a hand in bailing him out.

Festus raises both hands in surrender but his demeanor is anything but laid back, "Look, if you wanna go back in there, be my guest. You know business has been slow and we didn't have enough to make four thousand, not without making some calls and cutting some deals. Soarynn gave me two thousand and said she'd start working the corner if she had to. All she wants is for you to come home so can you do that? If not for me then for her."

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose, "We can't even go home now. They're searching the apartment." Both Sejanus and Festus swear under their breath. They both know what it's like to have your place ransacked by Peacekeepers. It was only a matter of time until the same thing happened to Coriolanus.

Festus grips his shoulder, giving him a slight playful jostle, "You two can hole up with me then. I've got the pullout couch and as long as you two don't fuck on it, we should be good." Coriolanus can't help but smile, especially because he knows the things Festus has done on that couch. They should burn it if anything. "Okay, okay thank you Festus. We'll be out of your hair in no time."

Festus smirks, "Sure Snow."

꧁ ꧂

When they finally get to the apartment the sun is just beginning to rise. Coriolanus is exhausted. He's also hungry and desperately needs a shower but above all else, he needs Soarynn.

She's not in the living room when they walk in and Festus nods towards his bedroom, "She's in there."

Coriolanus strides over to the closed door and quietly opens it, feeling his entire body relax when he sees Soarynn curled up on the foot of the bed. The door slightly creaks when he closes it and her eyes fly open, zeroing in on him. Soarynn's up in seconds, throwing herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

Coriolanus wraps his arms around her small frame, burying his nose in her soft blonde hair, smelling vanilla. "I'm so sorry Soarynn," he whispers, rocking them back and forth, "I'm so fucking sorry."

He's not one for tears but he's nearly moved to them when he sees Soarynn's eyes already bloodshot, her body clinging onto his like a lifeline. “Thought I might never see you again,” she whispers, her voice shaky. His heart breaks all over again seeing his sweet girl so shaken up. Normally she’s cool and collected, not letting his lifestyle affect her. But every once in a while it becomes too much, gets to her and she breaks down. It’s moments like these that make Coriolanus want to start working an office job and leave this all behind.

But he can’t. She knows that. Knows what she’s getting into by dating him.

He presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling her even tighter against his body, “I’m here baby, I’m right here.” He knows why she was so scared. He’s all she has. Both her parents died during the war, of swine flu. It’s a sick type of funny because now it can be easily cured by a vaccine. You can’t even catch it if you’ve already had it once. But it left Soarynn all alone. Then she met him.

She was also his everything. No living family, barely any friends. She put up with his shitty lifestyle without complaint.

"Did they...did they hurt you?" She asks, pulling away to inspect him which brings a small smile to his lips at her doting nature. Coriolanus shakes his head, "No, but I didn't do much resisting. You should've seen some of the other guys." His mind drifts back to the one brunette who so blatantly threatened the girl he loves. He doesn't even realize how tight he's squeezing her until she rests a hand on his face, her hand so soft and warm against his cold skin, "Coryo? Are you okay?"

Coriolanus shakes himself from his thoughts, he can worry about that asshole later. Right now he needs to focus on his girl. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to her nose, something that always makes her giggle and it does even now despite how horrible the past twenty-four hours have been for both of them.

"Just tired," he says, which isn't a lie, he's fucking exhausted and that bed looks so tempting, even if Festus has fucked every girl in the Capitol on it. He's willing to make sacrifices today.

They both curl up, Soarynn's back pressed to his chest while he wraps his arms around her, content to never let her go again. Sometimes he wonders how much easier their lives would be if they never met each other. Dealing drugs is as complicated as it gets and he knows one day it'll get past being complicated. It'll get personal.

He doubts Soarynn slept much without him, she never does. But he can feel her body slowly drifting off and he presses a kiss under her ear, "I love you," he whispers. He knows he should say it more, show it more. But it's hard. Hard when you're supposed to be a big and bad drug dealer who doesn't show emotion.

He'll have to change that though. She's all he has, and he's all she has. No parents, no relatives, just them.

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter.

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[freepressofpanem]

Could you write a blurb about Vanessa’s execution at least like how would you imagine her death infront of Snow? Cuz I got feels and feels thank youu

Anon unfortunately that will be part of the book and it's a spoiler but let me tell you some facts about her execution that are already there in the book, or that are not a spoiler:

She was executed by hanging, publicly.

Festus Creed was executed the same day but in a different place.

Before her execution, she was able to see Pluribus among the people watching.

She actually left her necklace to Pluribus in case she wasn't allowed to be buried with it, but as we know, it was stolen from her body.

Coriolanus was there, he gave a speech before her execution about his government punishing every rebel, but especially rebels hiding in the Capitol.

Two days before her execution, two other persons linked to her case were executed.

Days before her execution, when she found out she was being arrested, she ran to Coriolanus and begged to speak with him while he was in the middle of a meeting.

Her properties and businesses were taken over by Coriolanus but she had a good portion of savings hidden from him, those were left in the name of another person, with Pluribus as the guardian of the funds.

Coriolanus did want to bury her close to him, but he decided to cremate her and put her ashes in the same place as her father's, in 8th, for the sake of appearances.

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[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (38)

Festus: Yo, guys, do you want to sneak inside the school kitchen and cook something?

Persephone: Sure. I’m kinda hungry.

Coryo: Count me in, Creed.

Felix: Yeah. Besides, this stupid assignment- I mean, punishment from Dr. Gaul is draining me to death.

Apollo: True. Writing a 12 page essay on why I should be turned into a mutt is quite difficult.

Diana: And weird.

Clemensia: And illegal!

Coryo: This assignment shouldn’t even exist!

Urban: But the “penducks” and the “pongaroos” should.

Pup: “Capysels” forever!

Clemensia: What the heck are you guys talking about?!

Juno: Our cute new pets.

Pup: Our adorable new friends.

Dennis: My new illegal business.

Festus: The new meat menu.

Coryo: Well, I think the “Boa Pup” is still the cutest mutt in theory.

Io: Ughhh! Who cares about your cat-dog creature! My hand hurts! I can’t do this anymore!

Livia: You’re all just jealous because I’m already done with mine.

Sejanus: No way, Cardew. How is that even possible?!

Livia: Obviously, I’m a genius.

Coryo: Obviously, you just wrote down the lyrics of ✨Material Girl✨ to fill in the blanks.

Livia: How did you-

Coryo: Your paper doesn’t even have a single word of “mutt” or “Dr. Gaul” in it.

Livia: Shut up, orphan! Your accusations are making me hungry!

Festus: Finally! The rich banker has spoken! To the kitchen we go!

Lysistrata: Wait a minute, does anyone even know how to cook? I mean, no offense, but just look at us.

Palmyra: I do! I know how to cook! I can even-

Florus: Except you, Palmyra. You’re not even allowed to cook in front of me, unless the government or the President says otherwise.

Gaius: And thank Panem for that.

Palmyra: Why?🥺

Everyone: You know why!

Palmyra: You guys are so mean!

Florus: Says the one who refused to pay our outrageous hospital bills.

Coryo: I can’t even afford to stay in the hospital while my family’s drowning in taxes and debts.

Palmyra: Oh, c’mon! You guys only stayed there for a month!

Festus: A month of torture!

Felix: And humiliation!

Coryo: I’m freaking poor, Monty! Do you even know how hard it was for me to pay them back?!

Palmyra: Oh, please~. It wasn’t that hard, was it?😗

Coryo: Try saying that again when you’re forced to go on a blind date with a drunk Strabo Plinth and the ever creepy Mr. Heavensbee by your own evil grandmother and cousin!

Lysistrata: Oh, Panem! Strabo Plinth was your other date?!🤣

Hilarius: My creepy old man did what?!

Coryo: Creepy Mr. Heavensbee even asked me to invite Felix to come over and hangout with him the next time around.

Felix: Which is never, right?

Coryo: Don’t worry, Class Pres. I told him that you’re too busy dating someone from the outer Districts.

Felix: Who?!

Coryo: Honestly, I just made it up.

Clemensia: Imagine Felix freaking Ravinstill dating someone from the Districts.

Arachne: True. Seeing the President’s favorite grandnephew holding hands with a District born will surely give his family the greatest heart attack of all time.

Felix: To be honest, I would rather date someone from the Districts than spend an hour or two with creepy Mr. Heavensbee Sr.

Sejanus: Ughhh! I still can’t believe my evil dad tried to steal my gorgeous boyfriend from me!😩

Coryo: To be fair, my love, your father was already drunk and high as the moon when we met that night. And also, he genuinely thought that I was the ever gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow.

Sejanus: Oh, thank Panem!

Hilarius: How about my creepy old man?! Was he drunk as a clown on wheels when he met you that night?!

Coryo: Mr. Heavensbee wasn’t drunk at all. He was sober AF.

Hilarius: Oh, thank Panem-

Coryo: However, he did offer to pay off all of my family’s debts if I gave him my skirt and a kiss on both cheeks.

Hilarius: He said what?!😱

Sejanus: Did you?! I mean, did you kiss him, my love?🥺

Coryo: Ew. No. Of course not! He was a freaking creep and I was already dating you, Babe!

Sejanus: My Snow Bae really does love me!🥹

Coryo: Of course I do, you idiot! Those sandwiches you gave me were freaking delicious!

Hilarius: And nothing happened after that, right?

Coryo: I kind of “accidentally” punched your creepy old man and knocked him out when he tried to touch my face.

Hilarius: That’s fine with me.

Coryo: Also, I secretly stole his expensive gold encrusted wristwatch and his exclusive diamond shaped wallet.

Androcles: Nice one, Snowy!

Hilarius: Bro, I’m not even mad.

Sejanus: At least my scheming dad didn’t remember that night.

Lysistrata: Imagine going out on a blind date with your gorgeous future son—in-law.😂

Coryo: Even worse. Mr. Plinth was always bringing up his past romantic relationship with my super hot dead dad.😔

Festus: What’s so bad about that? I mean, who wouldn’t want to date the ever gorgeous Crassus Snow? Even my dad wanted to-

Coryo: Oh, shut up, Creed! I don’t want to hear another word about my super hot dead dad!

Sejanus: My father’s just jealous that I’m gonna marry my lovely Snow Bae~.😘

Felix: Try saying that in front of Dean Highbottom.

Sejanus: Sure! I’ll even-

Festus: Can we go back to cooking already? I’m still hungry, ya know!

Androcles: Oh, yeah! Sejanus, you know how to cook, right?😀

Sejanus: Honestly, cooking and baking are very different things. Just ask my boyfriend~.😘

Coryo: Wait, what?! No! I just know how to cook cabbages and beans! I can’t even afford my own groceries!

Festus: To be fair, your iconic cabbage cake was delicious.

Coryo: Thanks, but I think Iphigenia knows more than me-

Iphigenia: Oh, no. My talent for cooking is kinda bad.

Dennis: That’s impossible! Your family runs the freaking food industry!

Iphigenia: Seriously, I only know how to fry carrots and potatoes.

Coryo: Gaius, do you-

Gaius: Me?! Cook?! My precious hands haven’t even touched a stove yet! Besides, I only know how to “cook up” jokes.

Persephone: Well, if you can provide me a maid-

Coryo: How about you, Class Pres?

Felix: I’m not even allowed to enter my own kitchen without ten to twenty servants watching my every move. Maybe Hilarius-

Hilarius: No, not me! Do you want the school to accidentally explode because of my stupidity?!

Urban: Vipsania?

Vipsania: Don’t even ask. I only know how to make protein shakes.

Felix: How about Andie-

Androcles: Stealing eggs for breakfast is very different from cooking them, Class Pres!

Juno: Well, don’t look at me. A Phipps would never ever get their hands dirty-

Dennis: Nobody asked you, Juno~.🙄

Juno: Shut up, Dennis! Go suck a di-

Sejanus: How about you, Domitia?

Domitia: Milking cows and selling butter is all I’m good at. However, Lizzie-

Lysistrata: You are asking the wrong person, Tia. I only know how to “cook” dru-

Felix: And for legal reasons, let’s just ask the next person! Festus, do you-

Festus: Nope. I only dumpster dive for food. How about Florus-

Florus: Shut it, Creed! I’m not touching or cooking anything!

Coryo: Well, Urban-

Urban: My anger issues banned me from cooking. How about Io-

Io: Don’t test me, Canville. Do you want me to accidentally create another mini nuclear reactor?!

Coryo: Apollo? Diana?

Apollo: Unfortunately, I only know how to make purple tea.

Diana: And I only know how to cut and fry onions for fun.

Sejanus: Pup?

Pup: Nobody likes my soup.

Felix: Ugh! forget it! Let’s just order takeouts and be done with it!

Clemensia: What the heck, you guys! Nobody even asked me if I can cook!

Arachne: Can you?

Clemensia: No.

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[felixravinstills]

How I Personally Read/Characterize Festus Creed

Because not everything can be about Felix Ravinstill. (Also yes, I'm using my own gif for visual interest.)

@persephoneprice, since you asked so nicely, I finally finished this post. This will probably feel familiar to you/anyone else who's read my oc fics.

Most people I've seen portray Festus as either a golden retriever type character (with a side of himbo at times?) or someone on the meaner side of Capitol students, and I suppose that I land somewhere in the middle.

Personally, I see him less as a traditional himbo (he's in the top 24 students at the Academy that's got to count for something in terms of booksmarts) and more of just someone who lacks polish in his interactions and social graces. We see him suggest very blunt force/violent approaches as solutions to get people to watch the Games in the book (Ch.6), and he seems to have less control over his emotions (crying about Arachne, obviously Clemensia admits to crying about the death of their friend too, but she and Coriolanus seem to quickly leave Festus at his apartment when he starts maybe implying it's not normally socially acceptable to be so emotional in public?) (Ch. 7).

In my mind, I think this lack of social grace makes some of the other Capitolites occasionally look down on him. Everyone has their slips once in awhile, but Festus has them more frequently.

Also I think the briefly mentioned dare that Festus put Coriolanus up to about making out with (hooking up with?) a girl in an alleyway (Ch. 13) speaks to Festus having a tendency to get himself and other people into some sort of mischief/potentially goofing off. I can't remember any other specific examples, but just his general vibe tells me he likes to goof off.)

Festus definitely has a cruel streak, just based on the casual way that he talks about his animal cruelty side hobby (dogfighting), and the aforementioned very blunt force solutions of getting people to watch the Games (Ch. 6). I don't think he's cruel in a malicious way (which is in a way perhaps more frightening but also more interesting to me). He's just not reflecting on his actions and realizing that he's cruel or mean. He takes things at a surface-level most of the time and won't delve into any moral quandaries without severe prompting.

Connecting to his movie portrayal, I don't actually think that there is much of a gap to bridge between my read of his book personality and his movie personality (This might be an unpopular opinion, idk.). Like ignoring the fact that a lot of the mentor's more sympathetic moments were cut from the movie, the film is consistent with the crueler aspects of Festus' personality that the book kind of hints at to me.

It might be hard for most people to imagine Coriolanus inviting Movie! Festus to Sejanus' memorial dinner at the end of tbosas if Festus interacts with Sejanus like this, but if you follow my headcanon that Festus is constantly putting his foot in his mouth in conversations and taking the occasional verbal spar a bit too far, then, while he still obviously looks down on Sejanus, there is a possibility that he doesn't actually treat Sejanus that differently from how he treats other people (see him teasing Felix). Thus, to Coriolanus, he would actually seem like a viable person to bring to that dinner.

While I'm disappointed that Festus organizing people to carry Coriolanus around on a chair after Lucy Gray wins was cut from the movie (Ch. 20), I do think Movie! Festus' more hostile reaction to Coriolanus' tribute winning isn't that out of character from Book! Festus if we consider that Coral was the runner up, and as the Games end with the release of the snakes in the movie, Festus probably felt that Coral really was about to win before that happened.

I also personally headcanon that Festus was at least a little upset that Coral died, because he had gotten used to the idea of her winning. Obviously, that isn't exactly on par with thinking of her as a equal and fellow human being, but there's a seed here for him to start thinking critically and sympathetically and realize that the tributes are people like him. Unfortunately, like with most of the mentors, I think it would take a lot to force him to reflect in that way, and in most universes probably isn't in the cards for him.

Overall, however, I do think that he is a great friend to those close to him just based on how he acts with Coriolanus throughout the the book, and he does seem to want to do what he considers the right thing, like when Reaper's starving and he tries to convince Clemensia to feed him (Ch. 18, although he does retract this statement in the next chapter). Unfortunately, the right thing for someone raised in the Capitol is very skewed.

Bonus: the reason I think that Felix and Festus might be drawn romantically but also in the platonic sense is actually Festus' constant putting his foot in his mouth/lack of social graces. It would appeal to Felix, because he can always count of Festus to be at least somewhat genuine in a world where so many people might be trying to use Felix's connection to the president for personal gain. On Festus' end, I imagine that having someone so accepting of his social foibles would be very comforting. So, yeah, I think they would get along even if I didn't ship them!

Anyway, I hope this makes sense! Surprisingly, I do have thoughts about characters other than Felix!

#and obv this is just my take. also i don't think i could do this with felix because it would just be making stuff up 90% of the time. and #my blog is already a how i characterize felix ravinstill post. like i do have somethings from canon but there is not much to work with #abyssal stuff #abyssal rambles #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #festus creed #the hunger games #tbosas #thg series #characterization #idk

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Coriolanus Snow

Imagine You And Coryo Trying To Make Sejanus Cum Untouched by CoryosBaby ⭐️🪢🚺

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Sejanus And Coryo As Your Mentor by CoryosMin⭐️🪢🚺

Academy Escapades by CoryosMin⭐️🪢🚺

Coriolanus And Sejanus As Your Roommate by CoryosMin⭐️🪢🚺

Sejanus Plinth

Imagine You And Coryo Trying To Make Sejanus Cum Untouched by CoryosBaby ⭐️🪢🚺

Visiting Sejanus’ House And Drinking Tea With Ma Plinth, While She Pulls Out The Box Of Baby Photos by SpideyHexx❤️🚺

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Sejanus Plinth X Big Titty!Reader by KonoHoKelly⭐️🚺

Sejanus And Coryo As Your Mentor by CoryosMin⭐️🪢🚺

Academy Escapades by CoryosMin ⭐️🪢🚺

All Good Boys Go To Heaven by EtFrin⭐️🚺

Coriolanus And Sejanus As Your Roommate by CoryoMin⭐️🪢🚺

Festus Creed

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