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g0at0ad · 1 month
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biting clawing screaming crying desperate for more content about the lovely terrible mother-son relationship between Janeway and Kim. it's SO unhealthy I love it
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non-plutonian-druid · 3 months
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[ID: A drawing from the paranatural au, drawn in the paranatural style. Five and all the kids are gathered around Carmichael, who is dressed as an ice cream seller and has a pastel pink ice cream cart with him.
From left to right: Diego and Viktor are seated and focused on eating their ice creams. Allison and Luther both have ice cream, but that isn't stopping them from watching Carmichael with great skepticism. Five stands between the two of them, smoking a cigarette, holding Delores the mannequin, and looking deeply tired. Carmichael is facing them cheerily, and holds an ice cream cone even though he has no way to eat it. Behind him is his cart, and Klaus (and Ben) who are gleefully stealing ice cream from it. End ID.]
Five and the gang are out on a spirit-based field trip and have stumbled across this very unsuspicious man who definitely isn't Five's secret spirit organization boss looking to talk to him. None of the kids suspect a thing. None of them. Look how completely won over all of them are by ice cream
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Finally posting some LWA Sky AU! ✨️
Akko honking all around with the Shiny Rod on her back and her noob look
In this au btw they live in the world of sky like it's their own but hacking and bugs are still possible
it's just some type of science/magic/both of that world
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ask-coldsteel · 1 month
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Oh, cool! If that's the case, I suppose I should probably take a visit there sometime.
Also, forgive my ignorance, but what type of leaf is that insignia?
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Blazing Dawn: I needed help in Mathematical Sciences and so I befriended Cold Steel over here!
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Chapter 1: Last Cadet Days
Part 20
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Guest Artist: @void-art-blog
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🎭COMEDY & TRAGEDY🎭
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I had to see this on TWITTER??
THE OPENING CONFRONTATION
ON TWITTER??
Guys wth
Klaus getting absolutely BATTERED 😭😭
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We looked at each other a little too long to be "just friends".
—Unknown
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fromevertonow · 4 months
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Suzanne Collins is one of the few contemporary writers who realizes the importance of names in her stories and the significance they bear. They add so many layers to the story, additional meanings that otherwise would not have existed.
The original trilogy:
Katniss: named after a plant of which you can eat the roots. Her father taught her where to find it and told her that “as long as you can find yourself, you’ll survive” (quote may be a little bit off, but it’s from one of the early chapters in THG). Additionally, the leaves are in the shape of an arrowhead, referencing her skills with the bow which her father also taught her how to use.
Peeta: literally bread lmao. But bread is one of the basic nutritions humans need, a little bit goes a long way to keep you alive. Peeta’s presence in Katniss’s life also kept her alive, literally and figuratively—the burned bread he threw her in the flashback and their complicated relationship.
Primrose: a plant with medicinal purposes, even more significant in light of her work as a medic in Mockingjay.
Gale: literally means “strong wind” and considering that in every encounter with Katniss he’s caused some reaction, he pulls her into directions she maybe initially doesn’t want to go in. Additionally, his name also represents his determination and steadfastness in his beliefs.
TBOSAS
Lucy Gray: named after William Wordsworth’s poem “Lucy Gray” which is about the titular character of the poem who got lost during a blizzard. She literally got lost in snow. Rachel Zegler sang this poem in two parts on the original soundtrack of the movie. When Snow asked who the girl in the song is, Lucy answers that she’s a mystery, just like her.
Snow: aside from the obvious snow references, I think his name is most significant in relation to Lucy and the poem. The only one who knows what caused her disappearance is Snow. He is the reason that Lucy is gone. But her traces in the snow are still visible. He will always remember her because the memory of Lucy has manifested itself in every part of his life.
Coriolanus: named after the Roman general (and also the titular character of Shakespeare’s play), Coriolanus wanted to attack Rome and become its ruler. He was scorned and celebrated by the people, only to be later exiled from the city by them. In TBOSAS, Coriolanus is the star pupil at the Capitol’s academy but sent into exile to the districts after he won the Games with Lucy through cheating.
Volumnia: Coriolanus mother who played a part in his ascent to power. In TBOSAS, she almost serves like a mentor to Coriolanus, teaching him how to think in terms of power.
(Edit) Sejanus: a roman soldier who was betrayed by the roman emperor Tiberius, just like the future president betrayed him.
(Edit) Plinth: got this info from here, but it was too good not to include here. A plinth is a base for a statue or vase to stand on. After Sejanus’s death, all of the Plinth fortune was given to Snow for being such a good to friend him. It was this money that skyrocketed the Snow family from poverty to filthy rich. The Plinth money was the foundation upon which Snow built his power.
There are so many other names that have historical (mostly Roman and Greek) connotations—Plutarch, Seneca, Cinna—but also regular names like Trinket and Beetee bear meanings that represent the character beautifully.
Names are important. For any lover of literature or (aspiring) writers, please look closely at them. They can shape your story into something unique.
Feel free to correct me if I’ve said something wrong. I know there are many names missing, but I can only add so many examples ✊🏻😔
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princessbellecerise · 4 months
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Snow With A Bimbo Reader
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summary | Coryo loves how dumb you are. It makes him look even smarter
warnings | toxic!coryo, dumb!reader, slight innocent!reader, smut, slight housewife!reader
this is an eighteen plus fic. minors do not enter
divider by @princessbellecerise
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When he first met you at the academy, it was safe to say that from the moment he saw you, Snow was obsessed
You weren’t in the same class as him, though there was really no reason you ought to be because you were not nearly as smart as the other students, but he still noticed you in some classes
Coryo figured that your parents must have bought your way in, because bless your heart you are so dumb
When he first meets you, it’s almost pitiful how he notices that you’re nowhere near his academic level, but that’s okay because you sure are pretty
And despite being insanely attracted to power and intelligence, Coryo finds himself focusing all his attention on you
He can’t think of anything else in class other than the way your pretty little face scrunches up because you’re not understanding any of it, or the way your lips pout because you’re beyond lost
You’re just so beautifully stupid and cute and Coryo can’t stop thinking about how he can’t wait to get his claws into you
So at first he starts by tutoring you as way to get closer to you
God knows that you need it, and when he offers of course you accept because hello—everyone knows that Snow is on top
So, he begins to tutor you, and that’s all it is at first
A few flirty remarks here and there, like him telling you your hair looks pretty or your outfit fits you nice
Nothing too crazy, but the more time Coryo spends with you, the more you drive him insane
He has amazing self control because even though he wants to do nothing but grab you and kiss you the entire time you’re talking, he holds himself back
He takes it slow as to not scare you or confuse your dumb little mind. After all, you can only process so much
Which is why he doesn’t actually tutor you—not the hard stuff anyways. He just finds little easy thing for you to accomplish so he can watch as your face lights up when you solve something he’s done a million times before
He builds you up before he plans on breaking you down, before he plans on molding you into his perfect partner
Coryo will gain your trust at first and only when he’s got it will he strike
Like a snake, you don’t even see his plan or see him coming until he’s right there in front of you, poisoning you with his sweet lips and kissing you one day
It comes so sudden for you that you’re shocked, not even kissing him back till he’s squeezing your jaw a little so you let him in
He’ll kiss you deeply so that you can feel what he feels for you, so that you know just how desperately he wants you
Through his lips, he’ll spread his venom, and since you’re not smart enough to even know that you’ve been bit, you fall for it easily
You kiss him back, and your giggles when you pull away make Coryo smirk. He loves seeing you nervous around him and fuck; does he love tasting your pretty lips
Once you start agree to start dating him, it’s already too late for you. And for Coryo, it’s just the beginning
Coryo already has plans that you’re not apart of, but he’s excited to carry them out because you are everything that he needs
He needs someone that won’t question him, that will obey him and do everything he says. He needs to be in charge and with you, he is
Like a good little girl, you do everything Coryo tells you to do. Miss class for him, sit on his lap, stop doing your assignments
Pretty soon, he’s got it to where all you do is hang out with him. Make plans with him. Do things for him
He’s got you wrapped around his finger and you don’t even know it. You’re just so happy with him that you don’t even question it when he tells you to quit
“Leave the academy and I’ll take care of you. I promise,” Is what Coryo says, so you do
You stop attending class, you drop out and slowly you move from your home to be with Coryo in his
It’s a little packed, but you make it work especially with Tigris and his grandmother
They both adore you, though Tigris is a little concerned with you dropping out. She’ll try and persuade you to continue your education but don’t worry—Coryo will never let that happen
When you tell him Tigris’ words, he simply scoffs and tells you that pretty girls like you don’t belong in academics. You don’t belong in that terrible, toxic work force
No, no, you deserve to stay home and to serve him. An easy job, he convinces you, and a soft life
“It’s what you deserve,” He tells you, so you give up on the idea of returning
Instead, you stay at home and wait for Coryo day and night. During the days, you’ll cook, clean and during the nights you’ll be there for him
In the privacy of your now shared bedroom is where he fucks you, the mattress squeaking from how hard he pounds into your tight cunt
Coryo loves it when you whine and beg, crying out how he’s too big for you
He loves to hear you praise him and for you to stroke his ego. With a hand wrapped around your throat, he’ll fuck you until you’re screaming his name into the mattress and until you realize that you belong to him
The love bites and marks he leaves on your thighs are a constant reminder. He tells you that you should be lucky, grateful that you don’t have to use your head anymore
Grateful to have someone like him to take care of you, and you are. Coryo gives you a life that people can only dream about
Once he becomes President of Panem, you’re spoiled with riches that you didn’t even know existed. Diamonds, silks, luxurious foods
And the best part is, all you have to do is smile and wave. After all, you are his best asset
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valeskafics · 3 months
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"Insatiable" - Politician!Coriolanus Snow x Bimbo Wife!Reader
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Part 2 HERE.
a/n: a birthday gift to my beloved @hopelesswritergall 🩷
Summary: Coryo doesn't like it when people look at what's his.
Word Count: 2,500
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, daddy kink, semi public sex, shoe riding, oral m receiving, deep throating, dacryphilia, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, biting
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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No matter how one feels about Coriolanus Snow, he has one thing to his credit that no one can ever take away from him.
His devotion to his wife.
He’s cold, calculating, and the exact opposite of you, the sweet, bubbly young woman who has no problem capturing the hearts of everyone she meets. You’ve lived in the Capitol all your life, coming from an affluent family - one of the richest in the city in fact, spoiled rotten by your parents. Coryo knew from the moment he saw you, at the tender age of seven years old, that he needed to have you. And eventually, he made it happen. You became his adoring girlfriend, all throughout your years at the Academy and University, his staunchest supporter day in and day out. And, after graduating, he asked you to marry him, which you eagerly accepted.
The two of you haven’t been married for very long when Coryo is appointed to the position of Minister of War, inserting himself as President Ravinstill’s right hand man. A lavish ball is to be held in his honor at the President’s residence, indicating the fact that he has truly arrived in high society. Coryo sighs, checking his watch, calling out to you that the limo has been pulled out and the two of you are going to be late if you don’t leave soon. Knowing you, you’re probably busy dolling yourself up, the thought making him smile. He hears you call out that you’ll be down in a moment, glancing up when you clear your throat.
His jaw drops when he sees you, dressed in a strapless baby pink gown, paired with a pink fur stole and impossibly high stilettos, again, pink of course. You look divine, he muses, watching you make your way down the stairs, the picture of beauty and femininity. He takes you into his arms the moment you reach the bottom floor.
“You look beautiful, my love,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your jaw, “Absolutely beautiful.” His gaze falls to the hollow of your throat, eyes lighting up as he remembers something unknown to you, “Close your eyes, baby.”
You acquiesce immediately, long lashes fluttering shut as you wait for him to tell you to open them again. You feel him lead you to the mirror in your entrance foyer, his hands deftly fastening something around your neck before he tells you to open your eyes. You gasp at what you see - a beautiful silver necklace, inlaid with pink diamonds and fine crystals. You trace the extravagant piece with your fingertips.
“Oh, Coryo, it’s beautiful!”
He rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you, whispering, “Everyone’s eyes will be on us tonight, my love. Let’s give them something to stare at.”
You smile at him, giggling softly as his hands move to squeeze your hips, lingering near your ass, “Okay, we should go, I guess?”
He nods, taking your arm, but not before presenting you with a white rose to place on your dress, making you smile. Coryo opens the door to the limo for you, ever the perfect gentleman, admiring the way your dress hugs your plump little ass as you climb inside, him coming in after you. The lights of the Capitol pass you by as your chauffeur takes you to the President’s residence, but the only thing you can think about is the feeling of Coryo’s hand, moving up your thigh, dangerously close to where he wishes to touch you the most. You give him a pout, shaking your head, stopping the path of his hand.
“Nope.”
He looks at you, surprised, “But, darling-”
“Last time we did this, all the press talked about for a month were the hickeys you left on my neck!”
He smirks at how adorable you look when you try to stand your ground and say no to him, squeezing your thigh, “Maybe we can make headlines again…”
“Coryo,” you whine, making him snicker, “We said no more limo quickies!”
“Come on,” he teases, “Let me have a little fun before I have to shake hands with all these assholes.”
He loves how innocent you act, squirming when his fingers ghost along your core. You’re so sweet, so pretty and adorable on the outside. But he knows you like it just as filthy and nasty as he does. You shake your head again.
“Nuh uh. I’m showing up looking perfect. No messed up hair. No rips in my dress. No hickeys.”
Coryo grumbles to himself, crossing his arms and pulling away from you. He leans back in his seat, thinking to himself that he’s going to get at what’s underneath that dress before the night is over, one way or another. You look too damn good for him to resist. And tonight’s supposed to be a celebration for him after all. He deserves this. He deserves everything you can give.
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It’s not your first time here, but when you pull into the driveway of the President’s residence, you are once again struck by the sheer opulence of the place. You’ve grown up in the lap of luxury, sure, but this is another level. Your high heels click along the marble floor as an aide takes your stole and you and Coryo are led to the event hall, already filled with guests and journalists, and of course, President Ravinstill himself, along with the rest of the cabinet. You stand at his side, playing the part of the adoring trophy wife to perfection. He keeps his hand on your lower back, loving the feeling of your soft body against him as the two of you meet and greet everyone who is there in his honor. You charm everyone you meet, but none more so than the President.
Coryo hates it. How the dirty old geezer keeps eyeing you up and down, his gaze lingering on your cleavage, the curve of your hips, your bare shoulders. He wishes he could wring the old bastard’s neck, his jaw ticking as you do your best not to cringe when the man all but drags you to the dance floor, his paws all over you. How fucking dare he? You belong to Coryo. No one else. Only him. The President be damned. He can tell how uncomfortable you are, the tiny amount of fear in your eyes as the man continues to flirt with you. No one else can tell, but Coryo can. He’s always been able to read you like an open book. Yet, for his sake, you keep up appearances and continue the dance, only to be whisked away by your husband the moment it’s over.
He drags you to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind you before rounding on you. You look up at him, brow furrowed in that way he’s always found so goddamn adorable.
“Coryo, what’re you doing-”
You gasp as his hand moves to your neck, just above where your necklace rests. He grips your throat, just enough to restrict your airflow, holding you in place. You can feel his cock throbbing against your thigh as he presses himself up against you. His voice is a low snarl as he finally speaks.
“Mine. No one looks at my wife like that.”
You whine softly, his thumb grazing against the hollow of your throat. You rub your thighs together, desperate for friction as you nod and mumble an affirmative, earning a smirk from your husband, his eyes blown so wide with lust that the blue of his irises is almost completely black.
“That’s a good girl.”
You remain silent as he turns you around, both of you facing the mirror. You feel his fingers tracing your shoulder blades down to the top of your dress, feeling him undo the clasp that holds it together. You allow it to fall to the floor, stepping out of it and turning to face him, gazing up at him. You chose to forego wearing a bra or panties tonight, not wanting to ruin the look of your dress, something that Coryo is endlessly grateful for. You look so perfect standing in front of him, wearing nothing but your high heels and the jewels he gifted you. His breathing grows heavier as he admires every inch of your body, his eyes roving over you ravenously.
Before he can even ask, you sink down to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. You move to mouth at his cock over the fabric of his dress pants, giggling at the groan he lets out. Coryo moves to undo his belt and pants quickly, freeing his cock from its confines, watching as you take him between your pink lipstick-stained lips, eyes on him all the while. His hand moves into your hair, watching with delight as you move to grind yourself against his dress shoes as you suck him off, caressing his balls while he fucks your mouth. You moan against him, eyes filling with tears when he pushes himself far enough down your throat that you gag. But he knows you’ll tell him to stop if need be. You just gaze up at him with those watery eyes, holding your breath until he finally pulls out of your mouth, lifting you up onto the sink counter.
“Someone could see,” you giggle breathlessly as he lines himself up along your cunt, running the fat head of his cock against you, slapping it against your clit, reveling in the little whimper you let out.
“Let them,” he rasps as he pushes inside you with one fluid thrust, moaning at how wet and warm your sweet little pussy feels around him as he splits you open, “Let them all see and never forget who you belong to.”
His gaze falls to the jewels on your neck, the ones he gave you, as you breathe, “I belong to you, Daddy.”
Coryo chuckles darkly, lifting your thighs to wrap around his waist, “That’s right, baby. You belong to Daddy. And Daddy’s going to take what’s his.”
He loves the feeling of your stilettos digging into his muscular back as he begins pistoning his hips against yours, the sound of your whimpers filling him with a perverse pleasure he can’t even begin to describe. He’s wanted you all fucking day, and you’ve made him wait. So now? He’s going to take what he wants without any mercy. Your head falls back against the mirror as he ruts against you furiously, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the large bathroom.
“Going to fill this pretty little pussy up,” he hisses, “Watch my cum leak out of you. Going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me all week.”
“Yes, Daddy, fuck,” you manage to choke out, heels digging harder into his back, spurring him on to slot his hips against you even faster, harder, the head of his cock rubbing up against your sweet spot, making you whine pathetically, “Fuck, yes, Daddy, right there, oh my God!”
One of his hands moves to your throat again, eyes locked on yours as he squeezes slightly, fucking into you with abandon, knowing that it’s entirely possible you can be heard back at the party. But he wants them to hear the noises his pretty baby makes. Noises that only he can get you to make. Your tits bounce with each snap of his hips, making him smirk as he thinks to himself how pretty they’ll look when he knocks you up, all full, his lips wrapped around them, fuck, he can hardly contain himself. He’s going to breed you, his pretty little wife who he’s fucked so stupid all she can do is gaze up at him with parted lips, gasping for breath.
He lets out a low groan as you squeeze around him, squealing his name, spilling himself deep inside you mere moments later, his hot spend coating your walls, making you moan softly.
You stay like that, eyes locked on each other for a long moment, before you hear someone knock, asking if the bathroom’s occupied. Coryo quickly helps you off of the counter, back into your dress, both of you fixing yourselves up to make it seem like nothing happened. That’s when you see it.
You hadn’t even noticed him kissing your neck while the two of you were fucking, too blissed out by the feeling of being stretched open on his cock, but there it is.
“I look like I got mauled by a muttation!” You whine, giving him a pitiful look, “Coryo!”
He chuckles, kissing your neck right over the hickey, “You look like your daddy took what’s his.”
You giggle, nuzzling up against him as he leads you out of the bathroom, knowing eyes following the pair of you as you question, “How long till we can go home?”
Coryo presses a kiss to your temple, “Let’s just say a few more hello’s and then we can head back for round two.”
You nod, smiling to yourself happily.
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As the night winds down and you get into the limo, you seat yourself in Coryo’s lap, sighing, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around you, “You should be President.” You giggle, “Then people will be too afraid to look at me or dance with me.”
Coryo arches a brow, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing your supple flesh, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d make an adorable First Lady.” You nod and yawn softly, nuzzling up against him, prompting him to ask, his voice a bit more gentle now, “You sleepy, little one?”
You nod, eyes fluttering shut, “Mhm.”
“Then close your eyes and sleep,” he coos, stroking your face with the back of his hand, affectionate evident in his gaze, “Daddy has you.”
“Wake me up when we get home?” You request, “You promised round two.”
He chuckles, nodding at your words before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I did promise that, didn’t I?”
“Uh huh. And since you’re a big fancy government man now, you have to keep your promises,” you say, your voice so adorably innocent that it makes his chest ache, “It’s illegal if you don’t.”
Coryo laughs, kissing your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin, “I’ll always deliver on my promises to you, baby. Don’t wanna risk getting arrested,” he jokes, loving the soft little laugh you let out.
“Love you, Coryo,” you mumble as you drift off, “Congrats, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
He holds you tight, gazing at you with all the love he possesses. The subtle rise and fall of your chest fills him with excitement as he thinks of what’s to come when you get home, but he can’t stop thinking about what you said.
That he should be President. That no one would dare look at you if he were.
A smirk crosses his lips.
“I love you too, baby.”
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ghostfacd · 4 months
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I BET ON LOSING DOGS.
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
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PART TWO
summary: you were the epitome of sunshine, and coriolanus? he was like the storm, the rain, and the everything in between.
warnings: SPOILERS from the movie & book, SMUT (protected cause we wrap it before we tap it! p in v), losing virginities to each other, snow (cause he himself needs a warning), toxic relationship, coriolanus is only in it for himself, mentions of losing virginity, you practically giving everything to snow and getting zero in return
author’s note: erm this is kinda long idek where tf i was going with this, first time writing smut on this account LOL so it might be bad. also this isn’t proofread so there might be mistakes, just ignore! as always, reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, enjoy reading + kisses 💓
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You were the epitome of the sun itself, the sparkle, the light, and most importantly, the brightness. Despite being filthy rich, you were still that sweet sunshine Y/N everyone grown to love, the heir to the Cicero family.
Coriolanus Snow hated that about you. Not only were you everything he was not, but you lived such a lavish and easy lifestyle that it made him sick. Why was he stuck eating cabbage while you were off eating the finest thin slices of meat in the Capitol made by your chefs? It wasn’t fair, it just simply wasn’t.
“Well, Coryo!” Your sickeningly sweet voice fills his ears like a mantra.
He turns around, a smirk plays on his face. “My Y/N.”
Hearing him call you his made your heart flutter. You loop your arm through his, passing through the other academy students who were engrossed in their conversations
“Finally the star pupil.” Arachne Crane says, a glass of posca in her hand. “Lovely shirt you’ve got there. What are these cunning buttons? Tesserae?”
He looked at the shirt, shrugging. “Hm? Are they? Must’ve why they reminded me of the maid’s bathroom.”
You held his hands in yours. You knew of Coriolanus’s home life, how he wasn’t so lucky like you to have a gigantic home filled with lovable parents. His mom had died during childbirth, Coryo mentioning to you once how he was supposed to have a little sister. His father—died in the hands of rebels.
“Have you tried this lamb? It's scandalous.” Felix suddenly spoke up, taking a bite of the food that was currently on his plate.
“Didn’t daddy teach you table manners?.” Festus sneered, watching the other boy in disgust.
“Maybe he would have if he wasn’t so busy running the country.” Felix snapped back
Coriolanus took a deep breath in, already feeling overwhelmed by his classmates arguing.
After the announcement of the assigning of mentor to tributes, you could tell Coriolanus was upset. Although he wouldn’t let anyone see, he was visibly anxious and quite frankly, annoyed.
“I mean, cmon, how could it that I got the worst district?” Coriolanus says, head in his hands. “He hates me. He really does.”
“Who hates you Coryo?”
“Dean Highbottom! Isn’t it obvious?” He cries out, hands flinging into the air. You slightly flinch back, never seeing your boyfriend in such state. “He hates me Y/N. He adores you.”
“He doesn’t adore me,” you say, feeling like you were stepping around eggshells talking to Coriolanus.
“He does!” Coriolanus screams in anger, getting up in a hurry.
“Wait, no Coryo, I’m sorry.”
But your words aren’t enough, they’ll never be for Coriolanus Snow, so he walks out without a second thought.
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The next day, Coriolanus apologizes. It’s a breathy, quick 5 second apology, but you being so you—accepted it without a second thought.
You loved Coriolanus, so it didn’t matter how much he hurt you.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You felt quite excited, you and your boyfriend hadn’t exactly gotten to that stage in your relationship, so thinking about sharing an intimate moment with him filled you with giddiness.
His tip had entered carefully through your folds, making you slightly wince as it bullied its way to your walls.
“Coryo..” you breathe out hazily, doe eyes coming to meet his. He sucked in his breath at the sight, never has he felt anything as good as this.
He tries so hard convincing himself he doesn’t love you. That this—it meant nothing to him. He was just here for your money, your possessions as the only daughter of Cryon and Hermione Cicero. But as he felt your nails claw its way into his back, he lets out a slip, a tiny whimper that makes your head foggy.
He spilled into the condom, pulling out with a hiss. Although you told him you were clean, and it was fine if he didn’t wear one, he simply couldn’t risk it. He wasn’t going to accidentally bring in a child into the world, having no intentions of taking care of anyone besides himself—maybe Tigris, and his Grandma’am.
“I love you,” you say quietly as you sat up, watching him discard the plastic into your trash bin.
“I’m hungry, aren’t you?” He says, putting his shirt on. It kinds of pains you at his total ignorance of the intimate words you just shared, but you nod your head.
“I could use some food,” is all you say, putting on your pajamas from earlier. “What’re hungry for Coryo? I’ll ask the chef.”
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Dr. Gaul and Dean Highbottom had allowed all the mentors and their tributes roam the arena for about 15 minutes, letting them think of ways to win the game.
You were talking to Bobbin, a boy from District 7 whom you’ve had become closer with these past few days.
Suddenly, the loud scream of Felix catches your attention and before you knew it, loud bombs filled the air as tall lights fell to the ground near you.
“CORYO!” You scream, coughing loudly at the dust filling your lungs.
“Quick Y/N, we don’t have time!” Sejanus screams, grabbing ahold of your hand.
“But Coryo—”
Meanwhile, a tall pole had crushed Coriolanus’s arms.
Well, he thought, this was it.
This was how he was going to die. His girlfriend and best friend hand in hand as they ran out of the arena, the sickening feeling of betrayal filled his guts.
“What’re you doing?!” One of the tributes screamed at Lucy Gray, who was struggling to get the giant metal off Coriolanus’s arm. “Run while you can you idiot!”
But she doesn’t bother, only focusing on getting Coriolanus out. And she does, successfully, before all went black.
- - -
“Coryo? Oh Coryo!” You say, hugging him softly to ensure you weren’t hurting him.
You had felt so guilty after everything had happened. You should’ve never ran off with Sejanus, Coriolanus was your boyfriend, you should’ve saved him.
“Is Lucy Gray okay?” Is the first thing he croaks out, which makes your heart slightly crack.
“She’s—she’s okay Coryo.” You say, brushing a few blonde curls out of his eyes.
“And where were you?” He says, gaze slowly turning into anger. “I was going to die, Y/N.”
“I know! I was going to—”
He cut you off. “But you didn’t, now did you?”
His bitterness towards you makes you want to cry, tears already forming at your lash line.
“Oh now you’re crying?” It seemed like everything you did seemed of inconvenience to Coriolanus, but he opens his arms, letting you reside in them as you let out a few tears. “Always the crybaby, Y/N.” He says, hand holding your head as you buried your face into his chest.
- - -
Coriolanus Snow never believed in love. Not when he used to look at his mother and father when they were still alive, and not when he found himself a girlfriend, you.
Your relationship was merely another step stone towards success, Coriolanus viewed it. You were the heir of your family, you had countless amounts of money, and you were easily fooled by his advances. To Coriolanus, he had hit the jackpot, regardless of loving you or not.
So why did he feel so weird watching you interact with Sejanus? Sure, he considered the former district 2 boy his best friend, but it was only because Clemensia had been spending time at the hospital. The flu, Dr. Gaul described it; but Snow knew better. He was there when she had gotten bit by the snakes, and to be completely honest, if she hadn’t, he’d probably have dated her instead of you.
Clemensia Dovecote was way more smart, and he knew he wouldn’t fall inlove because they were both after the same thing. Power.
But with you, you were head over heels for Coriolanus. It almost made him sick, if it weren’t for your family name.
He clenched his jaw as he saw you throw your head back, hitting Sejanus’s shoulder as you hysterically laughed at something he had said.
What was so funny? Nothing was funny in the Capitol, not now. Maybe he was bitter, he should’ve never cheated in the games. It was stupid, and now he was getting the punishment of getting sent to 12 as a peacekeeper for 20 years.
Fuck, he really shouldn’t have cheated. And now he couldn’t even use his girlfriend’s family name as a way out.
He really should’ve known better. He knew you loved him, but he didn’t think you’d love him so much so that you begged your father to let you stay in 12 for a while to be with Coriolanus.
If there’s one thing about you—it’s that you’re a Daddy’s girl by heart, and of course, your father had once again served your request with a silver spoon. He hated that about you. He hated it. You got things too damn easily.
“Hi Coryo!” You say, making your way to him. Your beautiful sundress made him gulp, and he wanted nothing more but to snatch you away, pulling it off so he could get inside of you. But he couldn’t—he was in 12, much to his dismay.
“Y/N,” he says, placing his peacekeeper gun to the back. “Talking to the scums?”
“They’re just people from the district,” you say, frowning at his rudeness. “They’re nice, Coryo. Real nice, you’d like some of them.”
Coriolanus scoffs at that. How oblivious and stupid you were. Him, Coriolanus Snow, liking some of the district 12 citizens? What a fucking joke.
“Go along now Y/N, I’ll see you later.”
You nod, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek before you left, leaving the other peacekeepers to whistle at Coriolanus who only responds with an eye roll.
When later eventually comes, he was packing away the Jabberjays in their metal cages, Sejanus being right next to him.
“I saw you earlier,” Coriolanus says nonchalantly, “talking to that woman in the window. What are you playing at Sejanus?”
Sejanus scoffs, shaking his head. “They’re gonna escape Corio. Leave the districts. And I’ll be helping them.”
Coriolanus sucks in a breath, “is Y/N all in this too?”
God, he hoped Sejanus said no. But then again, it’d give him an advantage if he had said yes.
“She is,” Sejanus says, continuing to tell Coriolanus of the plan.
Without Sejanus knowing, Coriolanus had tuned the jabberjay so it could record back the whole conversation. When Sejanus finally leaves, Coriolanus sneaks to where the train bringing the birds back to the Capitol stood, placing the jabberjay in it to send it to Dr. Gaul.
If anything, Sejanus was a blocking point in Coriolanus’s way, and getting rid of him and you were like killing two birds with one stone.
- - -
The next day came and you were peacefully talking to one of the younger girls in the district when you’re suddenly pulled away along with Sejanus.
“Hey! What the hell!” You scream, thrashing in the unfamiliar peacekeeper’s hold. “Get off me!”
You and Sejanus struggle, and Coriolanus almost wants to step in and get you out of his fellow peacekeeper’s arms. Almost.
“Coryo! Tell them they’ve been mistaken!” You cry out, locking eyes with your so called lover.
“You two have been charged with treason towards the Capitol.” The peacekeeper says, his cold gaze and strong hold on you makes you let out a whimper.
“Treason?” You say, “there has to be a mistake! Call my father! Call my father!”
“I’m afraid your father can’t get you out of this one, Miss. Cicero.”
He drags you and Sejanus up the main stage of the district. “Everyone! Pay attention! This is what will happen if you are disloyal to the Capitol!”
Another peacekeeper points a gun behind Sejanus’s back as the peacekeeper who was holding you earlier pokes your back with the cold metal. You felt terrified gazes of the citizens of District 12, including Lucy Gray, stare at you.
“CORYO! TELL THEM!” You scream, begging with your eyes. “Coryo, please. Please.”
But Coriolanus Snow stands still in his spot, not budging a thing.
You thought he had loved you—or at least, cared for you. You gave him shelter when he was at his worst, you gave him your virginity, you held him when he cried about how unfair Dean Highbottom was, you let him into your home, and you always were there for him. You practically did everything for Coriolanus Snow. And what did you get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“Your Coryo won’t save you.” The peacekeeper snarls, before firing the gun.
Two gunshots go off, and the body of yours and Sejanus fall to the ground in an instant.
Coriolanus Snow almost wants to barf, his eyes closed for a minute before reopening them again.
Had it really been worth it? Ratting you and Sejanus out so he could get home to the Capitol faster?
He thinks so when your family and the Plinths give him their fortune as a thank you for being such a good boyfriend and friend towards their son and daughter.
If only they knew, though. But Coriolanus would never let that happen, because no matter what, Snow lands on top.
And this? It was just the beginning.
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tutor!coryo who is hired by your parents to get your grades up. you attend the academy, yet your behavior is as if you don't. with you spending time doing anything other than studying for exams, or paying attention in class, coriolanus has never thought much about you. other than when he felt like you were bringing shame to the academy's name. but your parents are offering good money and he would be a fool to say no.
tutor!coryo who thinks he's above it all, who thinks he's better than you. he's only a year older than you, but he believes he's more mature. he doesn't have as much money as your family, but he believes he has more class than you do and surely that's worth more than money. he assumes he hides it well, but when he explains concepts, it's condescending. he rolls his eyes if you don't understand something. he grits his teeth if he has to repeat himself. he thinks someone your age, with your money and status, should at least try, and if you start to argue the opposite, he has to hold himself back from snapping at you.
tutor!coryo who refuses to be attracted to you. your apperance is nearly perfect, clearly what you spend most of your time on, but your lack of effort in academics makes him absolutely refuse to even consider seeing you in that light. but, he can't help but think about you late at night, how your house clothes hug your body in ways the academy uniform can't. how you smell, and the smooth sound of your voice as you ask questions.
tutor!coryo who masturbates to the thought of you. suddenly, within his time of tutoring you, he's jacking off way more than he has since puberty. he's conjuring up memories of the way your button up was a little see through one day, and he caught sight of your red bra. he remembering the way your ass filled out the lounge pants you wore around him during your last session. he's thinking hard to rehear the sound of the groans you let out when you're frustrated, and repurposing them to attach the sounds to images of you taking his cock.
tutor!coryo who suddenly starts treating you a little nicer during sessions. just small things; little encouragements whenever you get something right, exercising more patience with you while you think about what he had just said, laughing at your jokes instead of telling you to stay on track. at first, he doesn't know why he's doing it, but then he rationalizes that it's because he wants to get his dick wet. that's all.
tutor!coryo who's treated hospitably in your home. your mother keeps him fed by putting in requests to the cooks, your father cracks bad jokes that actually make him comfortable, and you, eventually, keep his dick wet. sliding under your desk and using your mouth on him when your parents are home and in separate rooms. palming his dick with your red painted nails while you're both supposed to be reading something. sweetly asking him to stay a little while longer for dinner, which won't be ready for another hour and your work is already done. and when he asks what you can do to pass the time, you smile and lead him to your bed, throwing your shirt off on the way.
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Akko is all excited about seeing Diana want to make a friend request
Akko thoughts: she is so cool
And Diana is all searius
In the og akko was honking with candle excitedly on 1 knee asking for friendship
(Looking like a proposal)
And Diana is confused
But I lost it so this is a remake ^^
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Earlier you said “Princeps Daybreaker,” is she the leader of Equestria? What happened to Celestia and Luna?
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Cold Steel: Oh, come on, I'm sure there are no Speculatores in the Academy. Right?
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Chapter 1: Last Cadet Days
Part 10
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Slipping through my fingers | JJK
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PAIRING: BOXER!Jungkook x Ballerina!Reader
Jungkook is frustrated, and you're the only one who can calm him down
WARNINGS: Disgusting amounts of fluff, Jungkook tired tk be a badboy, lowkey succeeds, lowkey doesnt, fighting, mentions of blood and bruises, long hair jk, sentimental stuff, Christmas trauma?, oc is super joyful, she makes him talk about his feelings, small argument scene, cringe nicknames, polar opposites, KISSING
A/N: Happy Holidays 🩵
Jungkook was convinced that he was destined to be a fighter. He was a natural In the ring, his fists speaking for themselves–proving what he was meant to do was this.
But despite his insane training and fights, something, or rather someone, captured his eye–tugging at his heartstrings.
That someone was you.
Despite being surrounded by the boxing arena's dark ashy scenery, you stood out like a burst of colour on a white canvas. Your smile lighting up the entire room, piercing straight into his heart.
Your outfit stood out against the bland colours of the rest of the place. Bright, colourful outfits were your thing, something you thrived to pick out each morning.
Yellows and pinks, blues and greens.
But it was your cute little head tilt that drew him in the most. It was a little, unintentional act, yet it was absolutely endearing in Jungkook's eyes. He'd grin to himself, remembering how he'd use his tattooed finger to gently tilt your head back into place each time. He loved your confusion and the giggle that left your lips when you noticed what he was doing. He loved it all.
"Dude, you okay?" Namjoon's voice pulls him out of his thoughts, the gentle pat on his back breaking out of his daydream–you here, sitting neatly, looking radiant as ever. He could almost hear your cheering, giving him with the encouragement he never needed until you came along.
It was a vivid daydream, so real that he could almost reach out and touch it. Touch you.
But the harsh reality hits him like a brick as he realizes you weren't actually there. You were just a spark of his imagination, a comforting thought. A sigh escapes his lips–relief.
Relief because he knows youre safe and sound at the ballet academy. Rather than here.
Neatly tucked away from any potential harm, shielding you from the evil in a place like this. Another sigh slips past his lips as he clings to that comforting thought. Youre safe.
Youre safe.
"You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" Joon asks as he lets out a breathy laugh, his amusement clear. "I can tell, you know," he continues, shaking his head playfully punching Jungkook's shoulder in brotherly fashion
Jungkook just rolls his eyes in response, doing nothing to hide his annoyance. He throws a sweaty towel in his direction, a curse slipping from his lips as he does so. "How many times have I told you? No talk about Y/n at the gym," Jungkook grumbles, his tone bordering a snarl.
But that wasnt new. Jungkook wasnt dangerous, but he might as well could be when it came to you.
His seriousness about keeping you away from this place was set in stone.
It wasn't that you were a secret, far from it. He loved showing you off. But his protective instincts kick in if anyone dared to bother you.
-
Mrs. Chuu walked you through the steps while music played loudly. You knew them by heart at this point, but it was never a terrible idea to have her help when practicing, especially for such an important dance as this.
A couple of critics were on their way to visit you, take notes, and possibly admit you into a two-week program abroad.
Another step into the professional life of ballet. If you werent already in it.
It wasn't long, but it felt like it. Especially now that you have someone here you care about and don't want to leave. Jungkook.
You close your eyes for a second, thinking about him, the tone of his voice on the other end of the phone line when you spoke this morning telling you he was stressed. You figured it was anxiety for his fight on friday, or just lack of sleep
You weren't sure how you'd tell him about the whole program thing in the first place, so you'd tell him once you were sure you got in. You didn't want to add to his tension for nothing.
"What's on your mind, dear?" Her voice is smooth and calming, but your bright smile reveals your thoight even before you say a single word.
"Jungkook," you say, his name flowing off your tongue with the ease
"Am I going to have to have a talk with that young boyfriend of yours, huh?" She laughs, filling the room with brightness "He's distracting you," she observes, her tone becoming more solemn.
Where shes right, shes right.
You swiftly shake your head. "I was just thinking of a way to cheer him up after practice." Playing with your fjngers you pout looking down, lost in thought again. "He sounded tense when we talked earlier," you admit
"Try to think of something after class. I need you to be at your best next week," she says, referring to the opportunity you've been given.
You nod in agreement–Ballet was your passion and your life. But so was Jungkook.
-
The air is cold as you step outside the venue, your eyes scouring the parking lot for your boyfriend, hoping to avoid walking through the puddles and puddles of water that cover the usual dry gravel ground.
But when you only see the pink ice cream van that stops by every day even in the winter, your shoulders slumb as you sit down on the dry stairs, turning on your phone and tapping on Jungkook's chat, the last message just being a simple good morning in response to his message, after that he called you and you talked for 10 minutes before your practise started.
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you scroll through your instagram feed, but not even the cute cat videos on your home page could make the wait more entertaining
It was over 7 hours ago since you last talked, and both of you should have finished your work for the day; Jungkook offering to pick you up before he hung up this morning.
You weren't impatient, and you didn't mind waiting a little longer because traffic is a thing, and it's becoming worse because of all the people doing last-minute Christmas shopping. But it's already been 15 minutes, and Jungkook was never more than 5 minutes late.
You're so preoccupied with your thoughts that you don't hear or see the large Harley park right in front of your feet, your wide eyes peering up but being blinded by his vehicle's lights until he turns them off.
Damnit, all this thinking numbed even your ears.
"Sorry for the wait," your boyfriend says as he steps off the bike and walks over to you. Leather pants and jacket making you almkst drool. Almost.
As he lands a little, adorable kiss on your lips, your lips twist into a smile. "Missed me?" he taunts, dipping his head and pinching your side in that familiar way he always did.
"So much," you tease back, poking his chest playfully. "You had me concerned for a second there, weirdo. I thought something had happened," you moan into his chest, taking in the scent of his deodorant and body.
He throws his head back and lets out a low groan. "Had to take a smoke break before coming here, today was shit," he grumbles, his mood now at rock bottom.
Oh?
"Did someone bother you?" you inquire, tilting your head, and Jungkook knew that moment, that from now on his day could only get better.
Its only then that you notice a small bruise under his lip. Jungkook never got bruises.
"Not someone, rather, who didn't bother me today," he says, hissing and rolling his eyes. "Christmas has got people acting like idiots," he continues, and you laugh.
"Did you just indirectly call me an idiot?" you joke, knowing he wasn't referring to you. But it was still fun to ruffle his feathers a bit
"Don't start," he warns, tilting your head back into a more upright position with his tattooed finger, knuckles wearing a few scars from previous fights. Ones where you werent part of his life yet. "Let's get out of here."
-
Jungkook didnt hate Christmas. He hated how people acted this time around. The stupid swsaters, stupid presents and stupid unnecessary decorations. The fake smiles. Fake happiness.
He was sure, however, that the smile on your face was genuine as you pointed up at the large Christmas tree in the middle of Seoul's largest Christmas market.
You'd dragged him here, of course, and to his surprise, he didn't dislike it altogether, despite the fact that he was certain it was because you were here with him.
And when you approach him with that dazzling smile of yours, the hand that wass itching towards his lighter and cigs in the backpocket of his trousers, immediately tugs them back.
"Stand in front of the Christmas tree Kook, i wanna take a pic" Your voice cuts through the festive music coming from the speakers hanging from the ornaments and surrounding trees.
He laughs as he raises a brow, the mere image of him standing in front of a Christmas tree makes him cringe. But who is he to deny you what you want when you look as cute as you did right now
Your fingers struggle with your phone for a second, straining to remove your gloves before snapping a couple pics of your adorable boyfriend.
"You look so handsome," you mutter as you take a few more photos and motion for him to come look at them once you were done.
Some were fuzzy, but despite his complaints, you decided to not delete them–you argued that they had a particular aesthetic to them, and Jungkook couldn't fight back. Maybe you were right.
"This one's my favourite," you chuckle as you show the photo, focusing in on how he scrunches his nose while maintaining a serious expression.
"Don't let anyone else see these," Jungkook sighs, embarrassed by how adorable he looks all dressed up for the cold night.
"Nah, these are just for me," you grin, switching off your phone and clasping his hand, the start of a new christmas song making you hum along as you walked through the market, stopping a few times to look at some of the stores or buy some snacks.
But its when you tried to persuade the marshmallow selling lady to give you guys a discount, that Jungkook couldn't help but smile.
And you didnt know it yet, but Jungkooks day got better the moment he picked you up from practise. He just thought it was cute how much effort you were putting into making him feel good.
Youd call him evil if you knew, so he kept it to himself.
-
Earlier
His fists hit his opponent's like there's no tomorrow, his strength increasing by the second as Jay–a newbie who'd begged and begged Jungkook for a fight all day until Jungkook finally agreed to shut him up–falls to the ground, face bruised in a way that Jungkook knew would make you cry.
That's why he didn't want you around. This is not your scene. Not your way of life.
Jungkook's thoughts temporarily return to you, but just as quickly as he threw Jay to the ground, he stands up and punches Jungkook in the face, deliberately targeting his lower lip.
"What the fuck?" Jungkook yells, pulling off his gloves and punching Jay in the face with his bare fist before Joon moves in to stop him. "The fight ends when the opponent's on the floor, you fucking idiot!" Jungkook yells, his hand clenched and bruised, fuelled by rage.
Jay, on the other hand, is too preoccupied with holding his wounded eye to pay attention.
"Dude, he's new, he doesn't-" Namjoon tries to explain, but Jungkook dismisses him by shaking his head, walkinb off and toiching his lower lip with his finger. Shit. You would totally never let him hear the end of it if you saw him like this.
-
Present
You grasp his hand and draw him away from the crowd before planting a quick kiss on his cheek and running your fingers over it. The small scar on it making a frown form on your forehead, but as quickly as it comes, it also disappears.
"Kook, at least crack a smile today, hmm?" You pout, and Jungkook sighs before kissing you, the soft feeling of his familiar lips sending butterflies through your entire body, making you inch closer to him
"Just a rough day, sugar." He mumbles against them after, but when you frown, he knows his answer doesn't quite cut it.
"Thats what youve been saying all day, but I..." you shrug, "Is there anything I can do to brighten your day, even if it's already-" you check your phone "-eight pm?" You bite your lower lip as you wait for an answer.
There's a brief pause, but Jungkook, as always, keeps his concerns to himself, handing you your cup of hot chocolate and reaching into his back pocket for his Harley keys. The feeling of his cigs next to the keys makes his mouth twitch, and the need to smoke one is almost overwhelming.
"Let me drive you home, yeah?" He dismisses your earlier question, your hand tightening around the hot cup as you walk back to the parking lot hand in hand.
"Wanna spend the night?" you ask, moving in close, your cheek against his arm, his hand clutching yours, and for a brief moment, you notice a faint smile forming on his lips. A win is a win. "My parents aren't home," you add, though it was very much obvious the moment you asked him to stay.
"Do you want to?" Jungkook's voice is a little harsher, not rude, but somewhat anxious.
He hums in response to your nod. Long hair fallig into his perfect face as he looks down at you, scrunching up his nose, thinking, then relxing it again. What youd do to take a peak inside his mind
"I have practice at 7 am tomorrow," he says, implying that staying over might not be the best idea. However, you, like him, simply hum.
Two could play the humming game as you liked to call it. At times where Jungkook shut down, and all he did was hum or give short answers.
Call it childish. You thought it was a great way to tease him.
"I could keep you company-" you begin, but your words are cut off as you both look at each other. Knowing
As he gives you a harsh look, his hand lowers yours. Letting go, and running it through his already messy hair. Agitated.
"No," he says as he unlocks his Harley.
"But-"
"Y/n, I said no," his voice remains calm, despite the fact that his thinking is not. Jungkook was never controlling, only when it came to the gym. It was a blessing and a curse, not that youd ever let him comand you around, Jungkook knew better than to underestimate you.
But the short sentence left you fuzzy.
Y/n. He rarely addressed you by your name.
Sugar or bubu being his go to's, even when he got mad sometimes.
You grasp his shirt and pull him closer as he goes for one of the helmets in the trunk.
Jungkook is used to it. Your actions speak volumes, the silent language remaining calm, similar to him but for entirely different reasons.
"I want you to stay over, Kook," you say firmly, silently appealing this time. The prospect of Jungkook not feeling well would keep you up all nighg, and whether or not he tells you why, you just need him close, as much as he needs you.
-
Youd stopped at the convenience store on your way home to get some snacks. It was like a tradition for you, a place you went for late night cravings, movie nights or just to grab a drink and chill at the beach.
Despite the fact that you had a small disagreement before, the atmosphere between you had improved, none of you really giving itba second thought as you enter the shop–small LED lights lighting up the room, low music playing through the speakers as you hum along
You were joking and goofing around as you walked through the snack aisle, Jungkook laughing at your stupid jokes as you walked around hand in hand, his rings feeling cold against your bare fingers, but you ddint mind.
An older lady only shook her head, a frown on her lips at your antics, only making you both laugh even harder, once she left.
After a second of looking around your gaze was drawn to a pack of strawberry flavored gummies, your favourite, but it was just a bit out of reach, making you stand on your tippy toes as you tried your best to get them. Usually you had no issue, but it seems as if the store had relocated them onto he very top shelf
Jungkook just smiles as he watches you struggle for a minute before he hands you the pack of gummies effortlessly with a smirk, his raised brow making you pout as you mutter "i couldve gotten them myself" under your breath
He only shakes his head as he reaches for a pack of chips unbothered by your huff, as he walks up and paid for everything before heading out the store close behind you, his hand in yours as you lead him back to his harley.
The sun was now fully gone as the moon lit up the sky, a small brise of air hitting both your faces
He took off his jacket and handed it to you without hesitation. It was as if he had a sixth sense, always knowing when you got cold. But before you could possibly make a protest, tell him that he probably needs the jacket more than you do because you were already wearing one, he had already helped you on your seat behind him
Starting the engine, he sat in the driver's seat with his back to you. "You good?" he turns slightly to check on you, an amazing view for you to catch a glimpse of his sculpted jawline.
When you nod he feels your body lean into his, your head resting against his back, giving him the go to start driving off.
He didnt say it, but he loved how much more comfortable you were getting riding with him on his bike, a smile forming on his face whne he remembered the first few times;
"Im not getting on that thing"
"Oh but you are"
-
Jungkook rarely comes in through the front door–he's more used to the tree-climbing routine hed started ever since he met you. It was his only way of seeing you sometimes.
He didnt mind, he liked it when you gave him that "really?" expression, whenever he showed up unannounced. Youd end up making out on your bed not even 10 mjnutes later anyway, your hands entangled in his hair as he tried to get as close to you as humanly possible
Hed seen your kitchen and living room a couple of times when he was staying over, sneaking down to grab a glass of water without waking up your parents. But of course he wouldnt ever tell you that.
Your coats hang at the entrance, your light pink pair of uggs adorning next to the doormat as you fixed your eyeliner in the mirror over it.
"You look good" Jungkook jokes as he stands behind you, hands reaching over your belly as he pulls you close and planst a small but soft kiss on your cheek before retrieving and letting you unload your groceries in the kitchen.
It takes you a second to decide between hot chocolate and tea while Jungkook sits down on the couch, scrolling through netflix for a movie that's so bad it's good. One that would make you laugh from how cringe it is. Same old.
"Kook, marshmallows?" you yell from the kitchen, placing some on your hot chocolate but hesitating with his. He wasnt a sweet tooth so maybe marshmallowswere a little much.
"Nah, I'm fine," he responds, kicking off his shoes as he puts on a christmas movie trilogy that showed up on your netflix recommended before walking over to help you set up the snacks on the livingroom table.
"I think thats all" you mutter as you take a look back at the kitchen, scanning it for a second before humming and taking a seat next to Jungkook. Your fingers reach out instantly, tenderly brushing aside a stray strand of hair that threatened to cover his doe eyes.
You sigh as you look at him, and you find yourself instinctively scrunching up your nose. He was so handsome.
The movie is playing in the background, but all you can think about is your half-empty hot chocolate and Jungkook's hand on your tigh, rubbing up and down, to the left and right, squeezing the skin and smoothing it with his palm.
When you place your legs above his, burying your face into his neck and leaving a trail of soft kisses, he shifsts in his seat.
Jungkook smelled like perfume and cigarettes and was still cold to the touch
You hum. "Kook the movies boring," you moan into the quiet, his hand that was scratching your back coming to a rest as he reclines in his seat and nods
"Fuck thank you for saying something, I couldn't spend another hour wtaching this shit," he groans, making you laugh. Your face now inches away from his as he leans in for a kiss.
You tilt your head in curiosity because, while Jungkook loved kissing you, he had never kissed you as many times as he did today. Not that you disliked it. Quite the contrary.
"You've got chocolate on your lip," you manage to murmur in between kisses, his brow furrowed as he wipes his palm over his lip, never cleaning the area until you brush your thumb over it. "Done,"
You stare at each other for a hot minute, noses touching yet lips miles apart
You feel a warmth surrounding you as Jungkook's hand softly squeezes your hip, a familiar, reassuring action.
His hand rises, gently guiding your head into a more comfortable posture. And youre thankful. He knows everything about you, including those cute quirks that may cause neck pain later.
Youre about to say something when the slight sound of rain outside could be heard above the silent glances and comfortable silence, your tilting looking behind you outside to watch the storm unfold as you sat comfortably and dry in the livingroom.
Part of you felt bad for the wildlife outisde that had to seek shelter.
Which makes you think-
For the second time this evening, you ask, "How are you feeling?"
Jungkook shifts uneasily beneath you on the sofa, his gaze darting between you and your neck as he groans. "Sugar-" he starts, but you gently cut him off, placing a calming hand on his solid chest.
"I just-" you begin, "-want to know you're okay." Your fingers brush against his cheek once again. "Tell me you're fine," you say quietly, your gaze on his.
Jungkook's hand caresses yours, cradling it with a softness that betrays his usual stern facade.
He gently guides your hand back down to your lap after kissing it lightly. A soft smile runs across his lips "Do you really think i could be in a bad mood when I'm with you, sugar? I've been fine since I saw you smile earlier," he rasps out, throwing his head back in embarrassment "hate it when you make me talk all emotional and shit"
Now a giggle leaves your lips as you pat his chest "well if you told me you were fine all along i wouldnt have to make you say this stuff" you tease back, whispering a low barely audible "although i like it when you get all sentimental" you wink making him roll his eyes
"Youre the epitome of a princess you know that?" He shakes his head adjusting you on his lap, making you feel closer.
Not that its a bad thing, he thinks to himself
"Gotta make sure you wont ever slip through my fingers" you point at him accusingly "you love to do that sometimes"
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snow and roses: part II (coriolanus snow x fem!reader)
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pairing: coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: none except the nature of the Hunger Games franchise! later on in the series there will be hints to dark!coriolanus snow and lots of angst so be prepared!
summary: you and coriolanus have been dating in secret for months, all it takes is one songbird for everything to come into the light.
a/n: part two is here! hope you enjoy, remember requests are open and there are more parts to come :) p.s - all of the love on part one means the world!
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Over the past eighteen years you couldn't picture a single day you and Coriolanus hadn't spent together. Birthdays, school days, even throughout the war, you spent time together.
Today was different. He hadn't met you this morning and you couldn't help but miss his presence. His character enveloped a room, always making it clear he was there without really having to say a word. You found it comforting, others found it threatening.
The Tributes arrived early this morning and it was something you had dreaded, very soon you would actually have to meet Wovey. Mentor her, care for her, and it riddled you with guilt knowing that it was all a challenge. Her life was a challenge to you.
Coryo's presence could've softened that burden and yet, he wasn't here. No warning no explanation he just didn't show.
"Where's Snow?" Asked Arachne as you all stood outside your classroom at the Academy, preparing for yet another lecture from Casca.
"I wouldn't know." You shrugged, secretly seething at your boyfriends disregard to tell you where he was going before he disappeared.
"Oh please. You two are practically attached at the hip." Scoffed Festus. Fixing his hair in a small compact mirror which he carried around in his bag.
"I heard he's with his songbird." Mock sang Felix. Knowing it would most likely piss you off to the high heavens.
"And where did you hear that, Felix?" You asked, tilting your head in questions, eyebrows furrowed. While Felix was a tease he was not a liar.
"Lucky's newest interview. He was in the zoo with the tributes, I mean it was almost comedic. But, I've got to say the most interesting part was when they held hands." He said. You couldn't hide the anger on your face no matter how hard you tried and it was only made worse when you spotted Sejanus' sympathetic glance from over his shoulder.
"Well, he is very motivated to win the Prize I suppose." You murmured, now embarrassed, even if they weren't aware he was your boyfriend he was supposed to be your closest ally and here he was prancing around with his new decoration.
Much to your pleasure the large wooden door swung open, everybody filing into the room and taking their assigned seats, the one next to yours empty.
His seat.
Finally, minutes later he entered looking rather sheepish. If he was ashamed you were glad, he should be.
"Your little excursion is in violation of about five Academy rules Mr Snow." Spoke Casca. Deep down you were pleased that he had broken rules, pleading in your mind that this would prevent any further ventures. "Amongst them, endangering a Capitol student."
"Who?" He asked, stopping in his tracks as though he was insulted by the accusation.
"You. I'm moving for the Game makers to disqualify you as a mentor immediately." Casca answered. Guiltily you were happy, you just hoped your face didn't show it as Coriolanus sat down next to you.
"You said that we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away." He said leaning against the banister of your seats.
"I don't believe holding their hands was in that agreement." You snarled from behind him and you immediately regretted it as he turned to you, hurt that you weren't defending him.
"Right you are Miss L/N." Casca replied.
"Holding her hand, introducing her to people. You make it look as if were one in the same as those animas." Arachne added. You didn't agree with that, they were very much the same as us but his effort to care for her wounded you internally.
"Coriolanus didn't show those people anything they didn't already know. That the tributes are human beings. Just like us. That's why nobody wants to watch the Games, because people know deep down, that winning a war ten years ago doesn't justify starving peoples children." Sejanus added, yet you couldn't help but feel like Coriolanus didn't truly agree, he just wanted to be let loose for his wrong doings.
"Snow fell. Down in the cage, it fell down in the cage but it landed-" Doctor Gaul appeared, frightening you and many others. She had an atmosphere similar to Coriolanus, threatening and brazen. Maybe that should've scared you more than any District Twelve girl, yet it didn't.
"On stage." Snow finished her riddle without hesitation.
"You're good at games. Maybe one day you'll be a Game maker like me." She grinned evilly. You didn't miss Coriolanus' smile when hearing this and something deep within you stirred.
"Only if the games continue at all." Casca replied.
"Oh they'll continue, with performances like young Mr Snow in that zoo. In fact I came to ask your star Mentor a question. What are the Hunger Games for?" She said confidently.
"They're to punish the Districts for their uprising. To commemorate the end of the war." Coriolanus answered thou hit felt scripted and to some extent it was. That very answer was drilled into your heads from the moment you entered the Academy.
Sejanus began to discredit the Games, calling them what they are. Cruel. Doctor Gaul didn't like that.
"Perhaps the Capitol students are ill suited to be mentoring tributes, perhaps the Games time has passed." Casca said and something about it told you he was on Sejanus' side, that he didn't agree with the very games he created.
"Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too. Maybe Sejanus is onto something, maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings." Coriolanus spoke and you tugged at his shirt for him to sit down, to stop defending this inhumane act but he slapped your hand away. "I mean you saw those kids in the zoo, they just wanted to get to know Lucy Gray. If we need people to watch we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the games. Make the stakes personal." You felt embarrassed by his every word. Embarrassed by his obsession with Lucy Gray and embarrassed that he believed in these games.
"Who will watch the games if they care what happens to the tributes?" Asked Doctor Gaul and even to you, the answer was obvious. Everyone.
"Everyone." Answered Snow, predictable. "If they thought the tribute they cared about had a chance of winning, people need someone to root for and against. We need them to invest. If we bend a few Capitol laws, we could even have them place bets." He continued his proposal.
"You forget you're talking about real people Coriolanus, not just characters in your wider game." You said, eyes cold as he once again turned to you seeming betrayed, you no longer cared.
"Look I know Lucy Gray may not win in the arena but if you give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth Prize that she can win peoples attention." He ignored you, instead once again talking about Lucy. You felt sick by his obsession, betrayed. How long had you been the one to care for him, to root for him and here he was digging a dagger in your heart.
"I would like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight Mr Snow." Doctor Gaul stated. "Perhaps your classmate can help you?" She smirked towards you in question.
You shook your head while keeping your eyes trained on the front of the room, you refused to be apart of his play for Lucy Gray's victory.
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You sat alone at lunch, thinking. What was going on between him and that girl and why was he suddenly the Games biggest supporter. You understood the Plinth Prize meant a lot to him. That it would open doors but this was a step too far.
"Y/N, a pleasure." A voice you knew all too well said as it took the seat across from you.
"Coriolanus." You answered bluntly before taking another bite of your sandwich. He could tell something was off from the moment you used his full name, usually calling him Coryo.
"What was that little show back there, hm?" He asked, blue eyes a weapon as he glared at you. Something you had never been on the receiving end of before.
"I could ask you the same thing." You replied, putting your food down to glare back.
"It's a competition, Y/N. One which could change my life, I know you don't have to worry about winning but this means everything to me. You know that. I know the games are animalistic but they'll go on either way-." He defended though you cut him off.
"That's what you think I'm upset about?" You said, exaggerating the 'that's'.
"It's not?" He asked, now curious.
"I don't know, Coriolanus maybe I'm upset about you being obsessed with Lucy Gray. I mean, she's all you've spoken about since the Reaping, you held her hand! Risked your life for her!" You exclaimed in angry, drawing attention to your table.
"Oh what, so your jealous?" He smirked, clearly amused by your outrage.
"Jealous does little to describe what I am feeling, Snow. This is another level. When will you realise that that girl is using you, just as you are using her. Nothing more nothing less. I however am still here, I have been there for years, for you!" You shouted once more and he grew agitated as the room stared, grabbing your wrist with unnecessary aggression to pull your face down to this.
"Don't make a scene Y/N. You're acting like a little girl." He gritted out through his teeth.
"Fuck you, Coriolanus Snow." You replied equally quiet and with menace laced in your words. You saw his face change, as if the anger once there was replaced by a mask of sympathy. It felt ingenuine.
"Come on, Y/N. You know I love you right? I have for how long now, years." He said with kind eyes.
"Don't kid yourself." You scoffed. Though his face stayed the same his grip on your wrist tightened, leaving pink indentations.
"I love you, Y/N. Okay? Not Lucy Gray. She's my tribute just like you said, nothing more nothing less." He once again reassured, never giving up his hold.
Finally the fire in your heart gave out to him and his stupid Snow charm. It never failed to make you swoon and hearing those three words, ones you gave to each other not very often, you just wished to be in his arms.
"Okay." You retreated.
"Okay and?" He asked.
"I love you too." You answered, relieved when he let your wrist go, you were quick to move it below the table, scared to see what he had done to your wrist.
"Good. Now come on, I'm going to give some food to Lucy Gray, strengthen her, I assume you would like to meet Wovey." He said, getting up from his chair. You didn't want to meet Wovey, not really, scared to look her in the eyes. You did however want to meet his pretty little Songbird.
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You walked together, hand in hand towards the zoo. He was back to his caring self after the flash of rage you previously saw. It wasn't the first time that side of him had flashed and you knew it wouldn't be the last but moments like these made it all worth it.
Your relationship was secret, but you felt no need to hide it anymore, now determined to show he was yours. Show everyone.
At first you stuck by his side, even when he spoke to Lucy Gray and you felt yourself flinch as she rushed over.
"That for us?" She asked as he held food out to her. Watching as she gave some to her fellow District Twelve Tribute, Jessup. "And who might this be?" She asked, eyeing up your joint hands.
"Wovey's mentor." He answered, without a second thought. Though when you squeezed his hand, his answer changed. "My girlfriend, I mean. Y/N L/N."
"Well Miss L/N, you sure do have the cream of the crop here with Mr Snow. He's a lovely young man." She smiled at you, you couldn't tell if it was your own paranoia telling you it was ingenuine or if she really didn't feel happy for you.
"Oh, and don't I know it." You smiled back. "You've equally had such luck I must say. He's a fine mentor." You added, patting his chest as you boosted his ego.
"Well, thank you." He said, kissing your forehead. "But uh, could you give me and Lucy Gray a moment, Mentor to Tribute?" He asked and that once burnt out flame of jealousy flickered within you as you left to speak to Wovey. You watched as they now leant against the fence to talk, lips inches away, crouched together.
Wovey was a sweet young girl, grateful as you gave her food and she shared it with Bobbin who she had been sat with, you didn't mind her sharing seeing as some Mentors has made little effort to offer any help.
You patted her shoulder through the fence, promising your support to help her reach the end of the games though it seemed she didn't care about winning and you admired her bravery.
A scream cut said conversation short as you looked to see Arachne's neck being stabbed with a smashed glass bottle. Play stupid games win stupid prizes.
You and Coriolanus both rushed over. Even if she was mean and bitchy she was your friend for the last five years and you had grown fond of the girl.
You whispered reassurances as she cried, placing pressure on her neck until you were literally dragged off of her by Peacekeepers, watching as her final breath left her body.
"No, no, no." You whispered with glassy eyes as her body became smaller and smaller on the ground - until it was too far into the distance to see.
It was clear the games had officially begun, and the tributes were winning.
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