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buggiebite · 2 days
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Let’s Get Married
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It took a couple years, but Katniss wanted new change to her somewhat monotonous life. She loved Peeta. So much that she rolled over one night and asked him to marry her.
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Thanks for the inspo, @katnissmellarkkk !
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kald-dal-art · 16 hours
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Finally after so long I have an access to a scanner so have some of my THG/TBOSAS drawings from my sketchbooks, so hope you enjoy these
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lettersfrompanem · 1 day
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they'll either want to kiss you,
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kill you,
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or be you.
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pls hear me out!!!!!!
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slaymitchabernathy · 3 days
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Field Mouse
Coriolanus aces his officer's test. Not that he's surprised but still, it means something, it means progress, and most importantly it means getting the hell out of District Twelve. 
"You're out of here in one month Snow," Hoff had said to him, "keep that record clean and make us proud in District Two." 
District Two! Coriolanus could've jumped for joy when he heard that. He'd thought maybe he'd get sent to Four or Five but Two was more than he could've ever hoped for. All he had to do was keep out of trouble for a month and that shouldn't be hard considering how these people were set on working him and the new recruits to the bone. 
He did well for about two weeks, steering clear of trouble, he didn't even go to the Hob, figuring it had brought him nothing but sour luck the first time he'd gone. Soarynn hadn't come to see him, to apologize and crawl back to him and he decided it was for the best, they clearly lived two different lives. 
Then his past came back to haunt him in the form of Sejanus Plinth. Oh, how Coriolanus despised that boy. He'd brought him nothing but rotten luck in the Capitol and now here he was, following him to the Districts like some love sick puppy. He, of course, was bunked with Coriolanus and if that wasn't bad enough, his bunkmates immediately took a liking to Sejanus when learning that he was District himself. 
Coriolanus had done his best to keep his distance, not get too involved trying to protect Sejanus. He had to worry about himself. 
But Sejanus and that damned soft heart of his was easy prey for the scum of District Twelve. It took only a week for him to get tangled up in all sorts of messes and then Coriolanus found him in the back of the Hob one night, arguing with Billy Taupe and some red-headed girl. 
The argument only got worse when he found them in the midst of their argument and then this Mayfair girl was all in his face, spitting out threats about how her daddy was going to string him and the boys up. Coriolanus did his best to keep a settled temper, especially with only a week left in this wasteland but when she turned on her heel to leave, he couldn't help but reach for his holstered gun. It only took one shot to take her down and then everything went to hell. Billy Taupe was wide-eyed in fear, muttering about how they were all gonna swing together, whatever the hell that meant. But Sejanus was much worse than Billy Taupe.
He was shaking, crying, mumbling about how he didn't mean for any of this to happen. Coriolanus nearly shot him in the head but refrained from doing so and managed to calm him down so they could leave. Billy Taupe had already peeled out of the room, long gone now. 
A loose end. 
Four days later Sejanus Plinth met the fate of the hanging tree. It was easy for Coriolanus to report him, he was after all the one who killed Mayfair, the Mayor's daughter. And who was Hoff going to believe? His crowning achievement who was about to leave for District Two? Or some weepy Capitol boy who'd just shown up and could barely keep his emotions in check? 
Sejanus was quickly followed after by Billy Taupe, another victim of Coriolanus Snow. He hadn't been completely innocent in his eyes, making plans with Sejanus and apparently hitting girls when his temper got the best of him. He wouldn't be missed.
 
Coriolanus managed to look shaken up about the whole ordeal, Sejanus had been his friend after all. It seemed that Hoff took some pity on him and gave him the whole day off. While Coriolanus could've spent it in the comfort of the air-conditioned mess hall, he chose a different route.
He went to Soarynn's house. 
He figured he might as well make amends with his little field mouse, maybe even get a taste of that sweet little cunt before he left. That would be nice, especially after the week he'd had. 
Her house looked as sad as ever but he didn't let that hinder him. It was the middle of the week which meant no one should be home. No one but her. Coriolanus knocked twice and just when he began to wonder if this was a bad idea, she opened the door. Soarynn had the nerve to look surprised to see him but she recovered smoothly, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She drawls, looking him up and down.
Coriolanus shifts on his feet, "I came to say goodbye. I'm leaving for Two at the end of the week." Soarynn whistles, "So the pretty boy is movin' up in life. Sounds about right after the week you've had, your friend bein' strung up and all." 
She turns on her heel, walking back in the house and Coriolanus is quick to follow her inside, locking the door behind him. It only takes one look around to see how poor Soarynn and her family are. In front of him is the living room, if you can even call it that. To the right is the saddest kitchen he's ever seen, they don't even have an ice box. The back of the house has two doors, one leasing outside and the other must lead to her parent's bedroom. There's a ladder in the middle of the room and Coriolanus walks around it, tilting his head to look up and finds it's some sort of loft. 
"You're real nosy, you know that?" Her question stops Coriolanus from further inspecting her sad little home and he shrugs, "Doesn't hurt to gather intel." Soarynn raises her eyebrows like she's real impressed but he sees right through that, she's teasing him, making fun of him. "My bedroom's up there," she nods to the loft, "gives me a bit of privacy." 
Having a makeshift loft is the opposite of privacy in his eyes. Back at home, he has a bedroom to himself that's the same size as this entire house. He just nods, "Can I go up there?" 
She clearly didn't expect that question but she nods, seemingly having nothing to hide. She's wearing a simple white dress, it doesn't cling to her body in any way and he can barely see her rosy buds peeking through the dress. 
It's like she's trying to tempt him. 
Coriolanus slowly climbs up the ladder, well aware that it's probably old and isn't used to bearing his type of weight. Soarynn's much smaller compared to him and can probably scamper up and down this thing in seconds. Once reaching the top he's almost disappointed to find only a mattress with some sheets up there. She's also got a stack of books, a small lamp, and a basket filled with what he believes to be her clothes. 
It's barren. Some might call it cozy but he knows better. Seemingly disappointed he descends the ladder and lets out a small sigh of relief when his boots touch the ground. 
He turns back around to find Soarynn watching him. She's as curious about him as he is about her. He'd hate to leave on such a sour note and he has a feeling that Soarynn can be really forgiving if you make her feel good. "Look, I just wanted to apologize for that night at the Hob, I shouldn't have left you there," he says. He does feel a little remorseful, mainly because he never got a real feel of her and that cunt but she doesn't need to know that.
Soarynn shrugs, "It happens. Sometimes your ego can get in the way of important things."
Coriolanus feels his lip twitch when she mentions his ego because Coriolanus Snow does not have an ego. He does have a slightly growing problem in his pants and maybe Soarynn will help him out with it. "Well, maybe we can reconcile our differences," he suggests, giving her that smile that makes girls go weak in the knees. 
Soarynn's eyes travel down to his pants and she smirks, "You're just like Billy Taupe, only one thing on your mind huh? At least you're actually gettin' out of here, he sure didn't when he came to see me." She turns to go into the kitchen after saying that and Coriolanus can feel his blood run cold. 
Billy Taupe came to visit Soarynn? Did he tell her about Mayfair? About Coriolanus and what he did? Billy Taupe and Sejanus were hung on separate days, which would've given Billy Taupe enough time to tell someone the truth. To tell her the truth. 
"You thirsty?" Soarynn asks from the kitchen, rummaging around for some glasses no doubt. Coriolanus feels his hand travel down to his shotgun. He's already killed one girl, what's one more? 
"When did Billy Taupe come to visit you?" He asks, looking over to see Soarynn pouring the two of them glasses of water. She shrugs, her back turned to him, "Couple days ago, then he was gettin' strung up. Never really liked him, not after he treated me but it ain't easy watchin' that happen." 
A couple days ago is plenty of time to tell Soarynn everything. "Yeah," Coriolanus says, his mind so far away from here, "it's not easy watching people die." 
Soarynn remains oblivious as she turns back around, two glasses in her hands, "Yeah, especially after Mayfair died, pretty crazy since she's the Mayor's daughter. They're still tryin' to find who did it."
Coriolanus frowns, he frowns because they know who did it. Sejanus Plinth killed her. They said that while tying that noose around his neck, if Soarynn had been in that crowd she would've known. 
But she wasn't in that crowd. Coriolanus had looked for her but she was nowhere to be found. Neither was Billy Taupe. 
It becomes so surreal for him now. The girl, the gun, his secret. Soarynn knows. She has to know. And once he leaves, she's gonna turn him in and it'll all be over for him. Goodbye Capitol, goodbye freedom, goodbye world. 
Goodbye, Soarynn. 
He doesn't know why, doesn't even realize it but his hand is on his gun in an instant. It's still holstered. Not a threat. But Soarynn sees that. She puts on a smile, it falters slightly and he sees that. "I think I'm gonna go water the plants outside," she says, gliding towards the backdoor. He locked the front door. She noticed. Clever girl.
Coriolanus tilts his head because he can hear thunder rolling over the valley, it's been cloudy all day, finally a reprieve from the hot summer heat. "Soarynn," he says, and she freezes just as she's slipping out the door. "Yes?" She asks, batting her eyelashes up at him the way she did so long ago when they first met. 
"It's about to rain," he says, nodding towards the dark thunderclouds.
Soarynn gives him a smile like she knows something he doesn't, "Well I'm not made of sugar." 
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She closes the door behind her and he waits one second, two, three, four, five. He's bounding out the door, immediately stepping on broken glass. He looks down and sees two shattered cups on the ground and swears under his breath. He looks out into the meadow and she's already running and fast. 
Thunder booms over their heads as he chases after her, pulling his gun out. He's hoping she'll stay in the meadow where he can see her, it's hard enough with the tall grass and it's getting darker and darker by the minute. Then she veers off to the right into the woods. Coriolanus hasn't been in the woods yet and he's willing to bet that she knows them like the back of her hand.
He follows her. 
She's barefoot so she could step on something, slow her down. Coriolanus is on high alert as he slowly walks through the forest, his head on a swivel. It's still thundering and it adds an eerie feeling to this entire situation. "Soarynn," he calls out, hoping to calm her down, "Soarynn we can still talk about this, just come out and let me see you." 
The poor thing must be terrified, is she somewhere hiding? Crying and trying to cover up her sobs? She's about to lose him, the best thing that's ever happened to her. 
"We can still work this out," he says, more to himself than to her. He finally sees it, her white dress, hiding behind some bushes. "Come on little mouse, you can't hide in here forever," he says, getting closer and closer. As luck would have it, he steps on a branch and Soarynn darts to get away but he's already shooting and she lets out a scream as she falls to the ground. 
Coriolanus lets out a shuddered breath once she's down. He can hear her groaning in pain as he walks up to her, lying face down on the ground, her white dress slowly turning red. From the looks of it, he shot her on her right side, which might even be fatal with his luck. 
Soarynn tries to get back up, push herself off the ground but Coriolanus pushes her down with his foot, holding his boot against her back, enjoying the pained cry she lets out. "You tried to run away from me," he says. 
Soarynn gasps when he presses his boot harder against her back, "You...you killed Mayfair," she grits out, trying to crawl away. Coriolanus sighs, so she does know. Well, she has to die now, no question. 
But as she's lying on the ground, Coriolanus can't help but remember why he came here in the first place. 
To take what's rightfully his. 
He's on top of her in seconds, flipping her over in seconds, ignoring the pained moan she lets out when he grabs her side. "Might as well get what I came here for," he grunts, lifting up her dress. Soarynn spits in his eye and attempts to kick him in the crotch but his hand is on her pretty little neck before she gets the chance, "You little bitch," he hisses, squeezing so hard she can't breathe. "I tried to help you out Soarynn, I really did. Tried to make you my girl, take care of you. But after everything I've done for you, you still don't appreciate me, don't trust me." 
Soarynn's blue-gray eyes are wide in fear as she struggles against his hold, trying to pry his hand off her neck but she's so small, so powerless against him. He looks down at her side, oh yeah, and she's slowly bleeding to death. 
He looks back at her pretty, freckled face, "But lucky for you, I'm a generous man, and it would be a waste of perfectly good cunt to just let you die out here all alone." 
Soarynn's eyes turn from fearful to rageful as he lets go of her neck to fully lift up her dress, nothing but a pair of white panties covering her. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME," she yells, wiggling around under his body weight. Coriolanus sighs and wastes no time in pressing hard against her bullet wound. Soarynn turns into some pitiful, wounded animal being hunted for sport as she cries out in pain, her body seizing. Coriolanus uses this as an opportunity to pull her panties off, well, rip them off and then shove them into her mouth, He doesn't have any rope, and time is limited so he uses his belt to tie her hands, rendering her immobile.
"Now let's see that pretty little cunt," he purrs, smirking at her tear-stained face as she tries to break free. He pries her legs apart and groans when he sees her cunt, so perfect and all for him. He swipes a finger between her folds and rubs her clit, watching her body jerk on the ground from the stimulation, "See? You like it," he tells her, pinching her clit between his fingers. Soarynn lets out a muffled moan, he doesn't care if it's from pleasure or pain.
She won't be able to tell the difference once he's done with her. 
Coriolanus leans down to lick up her cunt, tasting how sweet his little field mouse is. "Can't believe you kept this from me, baby," he says, licking another stripe. How long has it been since he's been with a woman? Tasted cunt? Had something so sweet and warm wrapped around his cock? Soarynn says something but it comes out unclear with the gag in her mouth. It probably wasn't important. 
Coriolanus continues to eat her out, licking up and down, side to side, sucking on her clit all while Soarynn bleeds out to death. He can feel her body twitching, betraying her mind and emotions as he stimulates her. He pulls away to see her cunt glistening, so pretty and pink for him. 
His problem between his legs is more evident than ever and he doesn't hesitate to pull down his pants along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Soarynn's eyes widen in fear and she tries to scoot back but he grabs her hips and pulls her right back down under him, "You could've enjoyed this if you just behaved a the Hob," he tells her, rubbing his tip up and down her folds. "But you just had to be a brat, so ungrateful. You should be so grateful Soarynn. The last thing you'll ever do is know what it feels like to take Capitol cock." 
Soarynn is frantically shaking her head at this point, hysterically crying as she tries to convey her gagged pleas but he pays her no mind, slowly pushing into her cunt. 
Coriolanus moans, his eyes squeezing shut as he fully sinks in, her cunt fitting so snugly around his cock. "This is what you District girls are made for," he decides, "taking cock and looking pretty while doing it." He starts to thrust in and out, using her narrow, bony hips as leverage. He wonders what she'd look like pregnant with his child. Would it help her put on a few pounds? Round out her hips? He'll never know. 
He's pounding into her, watching her breasts bounce up and down, her head lolling to the side and her eyes rolling back. As much as she tries to fight it, she's a dumb little fuckdoll who's clearly cockdrunk. He bets she'd let anyone slip right in, someone like Billy Taupe. She probably let him at it one last time, right before he went to the hanging tree. A sweet goodbye. That's what this is. 
Coriolanus chuckles at her dumbed-down state, reduced to nothing the second his cock is in her. "Look at you," he drawls, "all you needed was some cock in you and suddenly you're such a good girl Soarynn. This is for the best I think, the best way to leave the world, stuck on my cock. Too bad I can't take you with me to the Capitol. I'd keep you in my penthouse, put you on a leash, train you." 
He can picture it right now, Soarynn living in his home, waiting for him to come back from work, so desperate to please him. No, that wouldn't work. It's too risky, and besides, she's losing a lot of blood right now. Coriolanus can feel her walls tightening around him, getting close to her peak. 
He'll even let her cum since he's so nice. 
"Give it to me Soarynn. It's the only thing you could ever give me so do it, cum all over my cock Soarynn, " he grunts, speeding up his thrusts as he nears his own peak, "show me what my little fuckdoll is good for." He reaches down and rubs at her clit and she's cumming all over him, her walls fluttering, her body spasming, her back bending off the ground. 
Coriolanus tumbles into his own orgasm seconds later, filling her with his cum, fucking it deep into her. Is this how she'll be found, fucked so stupid with a bullet in her head?
Coriolanus reaches for his gun, resting his band over her head and pulling her gag out, "I wish it didn't have to end this way sweetheart, but I can't afford for you to run around now that you know my dirty little secret." 
Soarynn's sobbing now, a complete and utter mess. "Please, please Coriolanus. I won't...I won't tell a soul, I'll come with you, stay with you in the Capitol and you can do whatever you want with me, please. Please don't kill me."
Coriolanus considers it for a moment, taking her home, training her, making her perfect. 
He sighs, no loose ends. 
"I hope you know how wonderful you've made this experience for me," he tells her, brushing her hair from her face. She's covered in sweat, tears, dirt, and blood. So pretty. "Now say goodbye."
He presses the gun to her head and Soarynn gasps, closing her eyes, "Please," she begs, "please Coriolanus please I...I could love you, give you children, please I'll do anything."
Coriolanus leans down until he's right next to her ear so he can whisper his last words to her.
"It's the things we love most that destroy us."
He pulls the trigger. 
It's scary how quiet she goes. One last short breath and she's gone. Her body stops shaking, her breaths stop, her eyes wide open as she looks up into the sky. 
Coriolanus looks down at her, remembering how sweet she was, how full of life she was. Laughing, dancing, smiling at him. He presses one last kiss to her lips before he pulls out of her.
There's work to be done. 
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He misses the funeral. Her body was found on the day he left. She was attacked in the woods, taken advantage of, and then shot in the head. 
His poor little field mouse. 
Commander Hooff waves the whole thing off when Coriolanus asks about it, "Girls go missing all the time," he tells Coriolanus as he walks him to his train car, "but you just focus on getting back home Snow." 
Home. 
He's going home. A change of plans has led him to be discharged with full honors. It's all so perfect.
Snow lands on top again. 
Coriolanus looks out the train window as it drives by the meadow, leaving District Twelve finally. Maybe he'll think about her sometimes, his girl, how she smiled, how good she smelled, how things could've been different. But they had been so different, didn't even know each other. 
Coriolanus takes one last look at District Twelve, thinking about all the bodies he's left behind, Soarynn's being the one that will haunt him the most even though he barely got to know his field mouse.
"Goodbye Soarynn, we hardly knew you." 
| Part 3. | Final Part |
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sabsgames · 4 months
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what makes Snow such a formidable villain within THG universe is that nothing he does was set in stone. there was no sense of inevitability about his actions and his brutality. Snow had enough perspective of poverty, capital cruelty, district hunger and not to mention his own arena experience’ and yet he actively chose at every moment to stray from natural goodness. its even more terrifying in the sense that he had the ability to care. Snow is not a mindless sociopath, he displays feelings to others such as sejanus, lucy grey and tigris but ultimately he will always choose himself. his ability to betray those he cared about in order yo advance himself makes him so much more than the stereotypical villain who is forced into his actions.
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cashmeresglimmer · 4 months
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The survivors of District 12 singing and dancing at Finnick and Annie's wedding hits so different after reading/watching tbosas. Can you imagine Snow's reaction to that propo? No matter how hard he tried to erase Lucy Gray and to obliterate District 12, she lived on in her music, music which is kept alive by the people of the place she once called home.
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safirefire · 11 months
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District 12 being one of the poorest, underfed Districts showing how ripe a revolution really was and they were also coal miners and associated the most with music and singing and mockingjays and songbirds they were literally the canary in a coal mine
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medusas-daughter · 1 year
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The Hunger Games epilogue is emotional in so many ways that I forgot so many details until I re-read the series this week. In the book of memories that Katniss makes, among all her and Peeta's memories of the games and the victors and district 12, Haymitch asks her to add every single tribute he mentored and lost ever since he won his own games. Earlier in Mockingjay, Katniss tells him something along the line of "you closed yourself off to everyone until Peeta and I came into the picture" and he neither confirmed nor denied. And while it is obvious that he loves Peeta and Katniss like his own kids, this one line in the epilogue tells me he didn't close himself off as much as he wanted to. He remembered all 46 children the Capitol put under his care only to witness them horribly die. Most of them were from the Seam, just like he was. All of them had families waiting for them, all of them wanted to survive. He remembered them and asked Katniss to write their stories and described them so Peeta would draw them, so that even if history books don't deem them important enough to remember, someone will.
Also while Everlark get married and have kids, he raises geese in his backyard. I think that's also important.
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peacekeeper!coryo x reader where she's like the commanders daughter and she manipulates him to find out the real reason why hes in district 12 and not 8 where he should be. could include smut up to you! love your writing sm <333
In Control || Peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x reader
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A/n: I really really love this one just bc I got to write reader in a manipulative light which was fun and interesting. I also had another request sorta but not really similar to this, ALSO I can’t remember for the life of me if there were any female peacekeepers especially in district 12 so let’s just imagine there weren’t any for the sake of the storyline :) 1/4? fics Im posting today
Warnings: smut! virgin reader, possessive, obsessive, manipulative, lowkey dark reader
Wc: 2,975 another long one!
Coriolanus Snow Masterlist
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You had to see for yourself Coriolanus Snow in peacekeeper uniform. When news travelled around that Coryo was to be sentenced to years as peacekeeper in the districts, you nearly laughed at the idea of him being here.
Your father, Commander Hoff, leader of the peacekeepers here in district 12, even found it amusing himself. So here you were, leaned against a beam as you peer down at the new peacekeepers in training. What the hell was Coriolanus doing here in district 12 when you knew damn well from your father that he was supposed to be in district 8.
Of course, your eyes looked around for the one and only, Coriolanus Snow. You went to school with him but you highly doubted he knew you since you were a couple years below him. You often moved from the Capitol with your mother to district 12, with your father, so most of the times you weren’t even at school.
“You will rise together and you will fall together,” Your father’s loud voice echoes in the room. “You will be our eyes and ears out here on my base, and it will be your duty, to report anything suspicious you see because if you do not,” Coryo gives you a curious look as a light smirk adorns your lips.
He was probably wondering what the hell you were doing up there on the platform with the commander, and who you were. “You are as good as a rebel, yourself.” Your father concludes as you straighten up and push yourself off the beam.
Your father watches you with a warning look as you ignore him; walking down the steps, your footsteps echoing as you knew the peacekeepers were fighting hard not to look away from the commander. You honestly preferred being in the districts with your father than in prison that people call the Capitol.
You slowly study each peacekeeper before you stand infront of Sejanus Plinth. “A plinth back in the districts?” You say with a hint of amusement as you study him. His hair shaved, his expression cold. “Y/n.” Your father warns.
Coriolanus was the first to break his gaze from your father as he looks at you. Y/n. “I think there’s somewhere you must be?” Commander Hoff spoke with such sternness it made you gulp. “Yes, Commander,” You lightly sigh, addressing him professionaly, before giving Sejanus and the man beside him, Coryo, one final glance. 
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Coriolanus couldn't help thinking about you, for a few reasons. You intrigued him, not only because he thought there were no females at all in the base, but also because he found you attractive. Very attractive.He had a feeling he has seen you before, maybe around the academy, but he wasn't sure on it.
He wondered what the hell you were doing here at base. Maybe you were here as punishment as well, but that didn't explain why you were up on the platform beside Commander Hoff.
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"Let's go!" Coriolanus shifts his attention outside as he hears a whistle being blown. Sejanus and Coryo walk side by side onto the open field where Commander Hoff and you stood at the front.
The two of you make eye contact before he quickly looks away and stands in the front row, beside Sejanus. "Today you will be participating in physical exercises..." Commander Hoffs words became muffled to Coriolanus as he only pays attention to you.
You were stood beside your father, a clipboard in one hand as you tap the tip of your pen against your bottom lip. That made it clear that you were probably not here as punishment. Your uniform was the same except slightly altered. "Go!" A whistle blows as Coriolanus stands there confused because he wasn't paying attention.
"Do you think your special, boy? Get on the ground and do pushups, now!" Commander Hoff barks as he looks around before quickly following along side the others. You watch in amusement, your father shakes his head at you as you try and stifle a giggle.
You write down notes on your clipboard as you listen to your father instruct the peacekeepers. You were training to be the first female commander in history. Focused on Coriolanus practically the entire time, you sauntered past your father to where he was, on the ground doing pushups.
It was a particulars hot day so they all were wearing white singlets with their blue pants. You were secretly salivating the entire time you watched Snow perform the exercises, his muscles bulging, his skin slightly covered in a layer of sweat.
He looked fucking hot. The few times you saw him around the academy, he looked handsome, ethereal, with his blonde locks, but now with his buzzcut, he looked like a complete different person, he was a walking sex appeal. You lightly bite your fingernails as you watch the way his dog tag would dangle from his neck when he was doing pushups.
Your father raises an eyebrow as he watches you sit on Coriolanus' back whilst he was doing a pushup. Coriolanus grunts at the sudden weight on his back. You smile in satisfaction as you hear him grunting. Music to your ears.
You sitting on his back only made Coriolanus push harder as you let out a small yelp, placing a hand on his shoulder to stabilise yourself. Your jaw dropped at his speed, it was as if you weighed nothing. His stamina was insane as he kept the same rapid pace.
"What do you think you are dong Miss Y/n?" Your father raises an eyebrow at you, "Extra punishment, Commander Hoff," You beam at your father, patting Coriolanus' firm back as he Snow lets out a groan. Hoff hums before walking away, his hands behind his back.
When you hear the final whistle blow, you get off his back. Coriolanus stayed laying on the grass, his chest going up and down rapidly as sweat ran down the side of his face. You pulled out a handkerchief from your pocket with your initials embroidered in fancy writing and hold it infront of him.
He quirks an eyebrow at you, your roll your eyes before taking his hand and placing the lacey handkerchief in his hand. "Thanks," He says in a hoarse voice. You don't break eye contact with him as he wipes his face free from sweat.
Coryo hands your handkerchief back to you but you shake your head, "Keep it," Is all you say before turning around and leaving him there dumfounded. The thought of why he was here in district 12, and not 8–where he was supposed to be–still lingered in the back of your head.
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For the next couple of days there was an unspoken tension between the two of you. Sexual tension to be specific. You were still itching to know what his business here in district 12 was. You were attracted to him for sure, how could you not when he looked like that. But your curiosity overpowered your desire for him.
You were walking along a quiet corridor before you felt a hand reach out and grab you, pulling you into a room. You let out a muffled scream, a hand firmly on your mouth as you felt someone's breathe fanning your neck.
Your eyes were wide in shock before the person spins you around and he reveals himself. He was dressed in his full attire, hat and everything included. You let out a sigh of relief, all while he watches you. "What the fuck are you thinking?" You whisper yell at him, as you quickly lock the door behind you.
"I wanted to introduce myself-" You scoffed loudly, turning your head to the side. "You think I don’t know you, Coriolanus Snow?" You raise an eyebrow at him as his tongue wets his bottom lip. Truth be told, Snow actually never mentioned his name to you. He just assumed you didn't know who he was. "I just wanted to properly introduce myself to you, Y/n.” 
"Well, that is not a very good reason to pull someone into a room without warning," You shrug your shoulders at him as he stays quiet, studying you as you study him back. Tilting your head slightly, you open your mouth, "You have another motive, Coriolanus,"
He swallows, "I want to see you again-" "why-" "privately." Oh? All the times you and Coriolanus would see each other was always out in the open with prying eyes everywhere, particularly from your father. You'd be lying if you said you weren't purposely whoring yourself for him just to get information out of him. From your lack of response, Coryo speaks again.
"What are you doing here on base? You don't seem to be here for punishment-" You let out a low chuckle, stepping a few steps forward towards him. "I could ask the same for you, Have you really no clue?" Coriolanus purses his lips, looking away before meeting looking over your face.
"Your initials on your handkerchief..." He starts, ignoring part of your question as you lips start to quirk up, "Are you Commander Hoff's daughter?" "Maybe I am. Does that bother you?" You step even closer to him as you notice his breathe starting to hitch.
"No," He breathes out.. "But what would your father think if he found out that you and I are here alone, when we shouldn't be," A smirk forms on his lips as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips.
"Truthfully, I couldn't care less," You whisper before pressing your lips against his. Coriolanus froze when your lips touched his, you honestly thought he might just shove you away. You were pleasantly surprised when you felt his hand coming up to grip the base of your neck, deepening the kiss. It was as if he was a starved man, feasting on his food. Like you were oxygen that he desperately needed. 
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed with such savageness. The heat was like wildfire. The tension, the waiting. Days of expecting him to make a move on you. After the wandering eyes and the way he would make up any excuse to touch you or say something to you.
You slid your fingers across his broad, firm shoulders. One of his large hands gripped your loose locks, tugging at it, while his other hand reached down and tugged at your shirt. You pull back for a second as you take off your shirt, your bra covered chest on display as he wastes no time in unclipping it.
Coriolanus palmed your breasts hard enough to make you hiss against his mouth. You kissed him deeply, your fingers slid behind his neck and along the tendons of his neck. Coryo reaches up to take his hat off before you stop him, "Keep it on," You breathlessly say as Snow smirks before continuing his assault on your lips.
You tore your clothes off in front of him as he gapes. A surge of confidence ran through you as you grab his hand and push him against you. His rough hands dragging up your body, feeling every curve and dip he found to be perfect.
Snow kissed across your breasts and once again tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling at it until you whimpered and tilted your head back. His mouth was at the base of your neck and he kissed and nipped along your collarbone until he reached a point where you moaned gutturally and arched against his still fully clothed body.
Coriolanus pushed you back, your ass bumping into the only piece of furniture that was in the room which happened to be a desk. He pushed your legs apart and sank into you with a single, hard thrust. The he paused and pressed a kiss against your lips before he started to move.
You bit back a cry of pain and forced yourself not to stiffen or pull away. Your whole façade crumbling as he thrusts into you. It hurt. You knew it might, if not done slowly at least. But the pain still caught you off guard. The abruptness of it. He most likely assumed there had been others before him by the way you sauntered around the base and interacted with the other young peacekeepers.
You were glad it hurt. You were whoring yourself for him. You had seduced him the moment he made it abundantly clear that he wasn't keen on sharing his story of why he was here. You had manipulated him because you wanted something from him. You were greedy.
You weren't just going to settle on the undivided attention he'd give you. No. You wanted him, body and soul. Coriolanus was so much bigger that his frame practically enveloped you. His hands were tangled in your hair so tightly you could barely twitch your head as he met your eyes and moved inside of you at an almost inhumane speed.
His jaw was tense. His expression partially shielded from his hat. But the grip he had on you, and the speed he was going at, you could tell you were his. And similarly, he was yours. You forced yourself not to show any signs of discomfort as your threw your head back, eyes screw shut, when his fingers started playing with your stiff, perked nipples.
You moved your hips to meet his movement and clenched around him, your fingernails dragging across his clothed back. You lock your feet below his hips to drive him further in driving him crazy as a string of curses fall from his lips.
Coriolanus hisses, dropping his head against your shoulder as he thrusts deep inside of you. The angle of his movement, the intensity between them wasn't just his–you whimpered and gasped near his ear. 
His pace faltered slightly, and he lifted his head. His hands moved away from your tits, caught hold of your hands and intertwined your fingers together. He kissed you. Deep, passionate kisses that made your chest hurt as you returned them.
He shifted his pace. Slower. The angle was different, the way your naked pelvis met his as he pushed into you, and you realised with alarm that it was tearing your sense of control away from you. And you desperately wanted that control back or otherwise you’d be vulnerable. 
Coriolanus was kissing you. Hot. Bruising. Almost punishing kisses, as he gripped your hands and kept driving into you relentlessly. The pain had dulled to a fainter throb. Several more hard, deep strokes, then Coryo's hips jerked, and he gave a deep moan and dropped his head down in the crook of your neck.
His breath dragged across your skin as he panted near your ear and kissed your shoulder. You were still against him. You were suddenly aware of the rough table biting into your skin. And that the room was hot. Coriolanus stayed pressed against you and still inside of you for several seconds and then he abruptly tensed and pulled away.
He expression was drawn, and he didn't even look at you as he zipped up his pants. You slowly sat up, watching him carefully. He was progressively getting paler and paler as his hands lock behind his neck. His expression was both disbelieving and horrified.
"Fuck-" He said under his breath, he seemed devastated. And part of him was. He just fucked you. The daughter of his commander. He may have just screwed up his opportunity to see the one person he had risked everything for. If Commander Hoff found out that Coriolanus fucked his daughter, he could be transferred to another district, away from her. Or even worst, he was going to be executed.
His desire for you got the better of him and his initial plan. But he just couldn't resist you. Coriolanus clapped his hand over his mouth and looked over, meeting your eyes. Whatever he was battling inside his head seemed to be giving him a panic attack.
He swallowed visibly, closed his eyes and adjusted his hat. Then he opened his eyes, he seemed to have composed himself. He drew a deep breath and turned to you. His expression tense.
As he looked at you, his eyes dropped to your legs and he blanched white. You couldn't believe someone could even possibly blanch that white. "You were a virgin?" His voice was rasping. Coriolanus felt his hole that was dug out for him was getting deeper and deeper.
"Yeah," You say seeming unbothered. Snow looked like he was about to be sick. His jaw was clenched as he kept staring at you. "I–would have been gentler–if I had known," He finally said.
You slowly got off the desk, the middle of your legs aching as you put your clothes back on as Coryo watches. "I didn't really want you to be," He pressed his lips together.
"Fuck I'm not going to be able to see her," He muttered as his hands once again lock around his neck as your heart dropped upon hearing what he said. You smile bitterly to yourself. You got what you wanted. You found out what he was doing here. You'd grieve over the cost later.
Maybe he couldn't change course now. It was set. Obsessive. Possessive. You had him; possibly forever, if you didn't decide to use your cunningness. You had him. For whatever reason, you had him. Now you had to find a way to take advantage of it.
A slip of words to your father and he could be transferred to another district, away from her, or even hanged for taking your -virginity. You knew you had him wrapped around your finger now. And by the way Coriolanus stared at you and swallowed hard, horror in his eyes, he knew it too.
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never believing that "touch grass" shit again because coriolanus snow went to district 12, touched grass, then returned to the capitol twice as insane.
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brucelinas · 3 months
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“no one really feels married in District 12 until they've had the toasting”
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Lucy gray: Yeah I'm really into true crime podcasts lately.
Coriolanus, trying to flirt: You know I've been the primary suspect in quite a few murder cases.
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fang-venkas · 4 months
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RIP Sejanus Plinth u would’ve loved Katniss Everdeen
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kald-dal-art · 5 months
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Reread TBOSAS because the movie is coming out soon (Going to watch it on Tuesday actually :))) so drew some of the tributes of the 10th game. Mostly a combination on how I imagined them when reading and a bit of the pictures that has been released of them of how they look in the movie :)
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abejaenacuarela · 3 months
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district 12 victors
so I didn't get into doing fanarts consistently until I was about 16, and my obsession peak for THG was between 11 and 15, so I must've done really few THG fanarts (and not very good ones at that) during my life despite it being a core part of my personality. So here's the first ever THG fanarts I upload to the internet, more that 10 years after first reading the saga. I tried to draw them book accurately, but that got kinda lost along the way, since i quit drawing it for a couple weeks bc of ✨ university ✨. Oops.
I'll probably upload it to Instagram tomorrow morning (?
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sabsgames · 4 months
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one thing i don’t think people talk about enough in the THG is Peeta’s rebelliousness. like sure we focus on Katniss because she played such a huge role in the whole rebellion but Peeta’s situation is so interesting to me. like he went into the games prepared to die, he knew that he hadn’t a chance (or if he did a very small one) of beating Katniss and the Careers but still he kept loyal to who he was. he refused to bend to the animalism nature that lot of the children in the games develop. its also very telling when his talent in catching fire was a depiction of Rue in her bed of flowers thus showing that he refused to let the capitol ignore their crimes. he takes something so tragic that united the district (11 giving Katniss bread) and simultaneously calls outs the capitals brutality whilst also letting them know that they caused what they fear. unity. hes just so simple and calm in his rebellion compared to Katniss’s direct approach that i feel the smaller aspects sometimes get swept under the rug…anyway stan firegirl and breadboy <3
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