#lucy gray my beloved

[purriteen]

it lowkey pisses me off when people say Snow hates Katniss just because she reminds him of Lucy Gray

cause like.. no. he hates her because everything she does is a painful reminder that he had a choice.

when she pulled out those berries, he hated that she would rather die with Peeta than leave him behind for a life of glory and wealth.

whilst he was prepared to kill Lucy Gray for the same result.

when she volunteered in her sisters place at the reaping, he hated that she would rather die than leave her sister behind.

because he’d never do the same for Tigris, even though he arguably “owed” Tigris more than Katniss did Primrose.

when she stepped in to stop commander Thread during Gale’s whipping, he hated that she would rather put herself in the crossfire than let him die.

because he had every opportunity to, but he would never do the same for Sejanus. instead he sent him to his grave.

throughout the entire book Snow keeps choosing money and power over love, and throughout the entire book he tries to gaslight himself into thinking he didn’t have a choice.

Katniss’s actions to some extent forced him to confront his own choices. they forced him to realise that if he hadn’t acted the way he did, he could’ve still had the people he loved by his side.

then there’s the obvious thing with her you know, making the gamemakers and the regime look stupid and well, becoming the unwilling symbol of a rebellion but shh

thank you for coming to my TED talk pookies

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[snowsinterlude]

the ballad of money, power, and glory.

(coriolanus snow x reader x lucy gray baird)

summary: being lucy gray's best friend, you were always updated on her life, not knowing how she truly felt for you. and now, with coriolanus snow being your new friend, it was odd seeing them fighting so much over your attention, with you not knowing that both of them were obsessively in love with you.

based on this ask

c.w: lucy gray baird, coriolanus snow, implied aromantic reader, yandere behavior from both of them (nothing too serious), unrequited love, drama, jealousy, love triangle, obsessive love. contains some movie/book accurate mentions but nothing very important, violent content, lucy is mentioned to have been your first kiss, commedy in the end.

chapter one: money.

"god, you gotta see her, snow." lucy beamed, her smile going from ear to ear as she talked about you. "she's so cute! i think she's the love of my life, truly." she said

snow frowned at her words. in the capitol, it wasn't seen in good lights to have someone talking so passionately about other person of the same gender. he rolled his eyes internally, his arms were on the back of his back as he walked behind her. supposedly, you were going to be waiting for them at the train station.

he walked, and walked, and walked. all of those minutes were awfully torturing his soul as he watched lucy gray talk more and more about you- as if she hadn't done it during the entire hunger games already. like on the zoo, when he thought she would be crying from fear of dying when, in reality, she was crying from fear of not seeing you for a last time.

he remembered it perfectly, better than he remembered the biology classes he had. lucy bawling her eyes out silently, still sobbing as she looked at him and explained how much she owed you- how much she loved you. it was like she couldn't think of anything other than you.

"she is always so pretty, so sickeningly beautiful. i can't stand the thought of losing her, snow. i wanna be with her." she said, her eyes red and puffed while her nose was as red as a tomato.

"have you told her about it?" he asked, face leaned on his fist as he observed the singer cry.

"no, snow." she answered, sniffing. "i've made a mistake," she chuckled, wanting to slap herself.

"what did you do?"

'i only noticed i love her now."

remebering that, snow started thinking that you should be the most beautiful girl of district 12- or that maybe you didn't had a single flaw on your skin por something like that. maybe you were one of those who hypnotized people at your surroundings to make them percieve you like the most desired thing they wished for.

but then he saw you from afar, waiting for lucy gray while your eyes roamed through the crowd. he didn't asked for you, no, never. he never asked you to blink like a doll, to look at him with those shining eyes and god, whatever it was that snapped inside you made him obsessed with the thought of having you as his main prize.

his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of lucy gray baird hugging you tightly, kissing your face multiple times as you laughed, hands on her waist as you kissed her face too. he cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"ah, snow. that's my best friend, my soulmate, y/n" she said, and you chuckled before shaking his hand.

"pleasured to meet you, yn. im-"

"coriolanus snow, i know." you said, kissing the back of his hand in a theatrical manner. "hello."

"you know?"

"yeah, my dear lucy told me all about you. and, let's be sincere, you were on the tv during the interviews on the hunger games." you said, smiling while shaking his hand "i'm happy you helped her!" you said

the spark that shone in his heart was fueled furiously by your words. 'your desde lucy'? what's that, a movie?

that was the first time he felt jealousy.

chapter two: power.

lucy gray baird was your best friend since kindergarden. what could you say? sandbox love never dies.

well, her love for you seemed to have grown sharp as a way to protect you and herself from the ones that could hurt you. that's why she glanced at snow menancingly as he forced his place between you both at the bar. when you were dancing with some older group of old ladies, she finally spoke up.

"what are you doing?" she asked, not looking into his eyes, and she didn't needed to for him to know she was angry.

"what do you mean?" he asked, faking innocence.

"don't act innocent, coriolanus." she growled, frowning "she's mine."

"i don't recall asking for that information." he said, smiling at the sight of your happy face dancing with other elders.

"you will not take her away from me." she said, getting up and walking to you only to playfully grab your waist and your hand, dancing with you while coriolanus watched.

you were so dazzling beautiful in his eyes, he just had to have you. it wasn't his fault that lucy gray thought and felt the same way about you.

with that in mind, lucy gray baird punch on his face was unexpected.

"what the fuck, baird?!"

"i told you to leave her alone! you are a fucking peacekeeper, coriolanus! when will you stop that?!"

"'that' what???" he asked, voice loud enough for him to frown at it.

"don't feign dumb, you disgraceful blond. you know she has sensible hearing and you bring her in to fucking SHOT at trees?" she screamed. the singer had the most defiant frown on her face, making it clear just how much she was willing to go for you.

his expression seemed to calm down, his stare on her became confused. "i... i didn't know- she didn't tell me-"

"oh of course you don't know. do you even bother asking?!" she asked, her eyes boring holes into him. "get away from her, snow."

and she left him behind just like that.

of course he wouldn’t know how sensitive you were when it comes to your hearing. he would never get to know you the way she did. but behind that façade, she hated herself for introducing him to you.

at this moment, she hated snow as much as he hated her.

chapter three: glory.

that wasn't on your plans.

you were aware of your friendship with lucy being a bit too... sweet. you didn't care about it. she was still your best friend and you were still the girl who saved her from that ginger girl.

when you met coriolanus snow, you could already see history repeating itself. lucy was jealous and coriolanus was obsessive. this match would end up being your death, probably.

you didn't really liked them the way they wished you did. you were aware of how much coriolanus liked you, from the moment you kissed the back of your hand till now.

and yet, you were still not into the singer nor the victor, you were fine on your own and decided that a long time ago. you wouldn't be a good girlfriend, couldn't even take care of yourself, how would you take care of someone else?

for that motive, and others, that i won't be able to speak about, you never liked anyone. and people started thinking it was lucy gray's fault, with her cunt m constant bragging about being your first kiss. and she was, but you not liking anyone wasn't her fault, you truly just couldn't seem to find someone who was just right to you.

with that being said, you were the one angry at them right now. what the hell that has happened between them, envolved you, and you weren't having it.

"i don't love any of you," you said, for their own shock.

chapter four: the ballad of the unloved ones.

sitting still on front of you, lucy gray baird felt like she was punched on her heart, losing air from her lungs quickly than actually needed. coriolanus, right by her side, felt the urge to throw up as he recieved the unhappy news of how you didn't loved them.

it was the truth, though. but you still held them on each of your arms and let them take in the affirmation of how you felt about them.

"but-" lucy begun, shaking a bit from the anxiety on her chest.

"-no, lu. i'm sorry," you said, "i don't really feel like loving anyone. i never loved anyone, not in this way though." you cooed, giving her the comfort of your kisses on her forehead.

"but maybe, if we j-just-" coriolanus stopped in his tracks when you shook your head negatively, your fingers drawing patterns on his scalp, and he almost meowed at it.

"sorry, dear. i only love you both as friends." you said.

and they understood you after a long talking, a bunch of silent tears and sobs from their delusions.

by the end of the day, they were at the bar, both looking pathetically red from the way they cried after it.

"sorry for punching you on the nose," lucy said, and she looked like a ghost, finger tracing patterns on a cup. "i don't wanna lose her," she goes.

"sorry for shooting the mocking jays on that evening," he said, sipping on his cup. he was refering to the evening where she punch him.

"you did what."

"uh. i shot the mocking jays."

"coruolanus 'm gonna shoot you in the ass." she growled.

they were back to being friends, and made sure to protect you. just because you didn't reciprocated none of their feelings it didn't mean they would start bitchin' about it (even though they did for like, two weeks.)

so, them both heard festus with his friends talking about you- it wasn't nothing good. and which better way to end him than punching him?

yeah, they were still your best friends. you still loved them dearly with each part of your being.

but just as friends.

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[bountycancelled]

something more than friends

(lucy gray baird x reader)

tip me on kofi if you feel so inclined

requested: yep, I hope you like it anon♡

content: a little bit of angst but mainly fluff, men (derogatory), kinda lovesick!lucy gray, jealous lucy gray (we love to see it), pretty intense description of kissing but no smut.

warnings: a very brief mention of drinking, internalised homophobia but it doesn't last long, gay stuff (duh), lowercase intended I know boo I'm annoying.

a/n: I haven't read the book yet so idk much about the covey so their appearance may ooc but that's solely due to my lack of knowledge on them

lucy gray baird never faltered when she sang.

there were very few things that could get under her skin when she was on that stage, strumming her guitar and twirling in her skirt as the district folk stomped along to the beat.

sure, sometimes drunkards and the occasional hung up ex would try to cause a scene, attempting to gain her attention from below, but she would simply roll her eyes, waiting for someone to take care of them so that she could go back to doing what she did best. performing.

so what exactly had happened to make the lucy gray baird, forget a line in a song?

she was quick to remedy her mistake, carrying the tune in such a way that most patrons didn't even notice her mess up. but ironically enough, the very cause of her brain fog noticed. you.

you gave her a worried look, but she brushed it off, willing herself to continue playing as if nothing was wrong. and technically, nothing was wrong. you were there, in the far back of the crowd, wearing a white dress with a drink in your hand. and Lucy Gray didn't mean to be cliché, but you really did look like an angel, something divine that she had the honour of setting her eyes on.

but obviously, she wasn't the only one who thought that.

you were speaking to some man. which was fine, you were always the most gorgeous girl in the room in her eyes and she knew that she wasn't the only one who appreciated your beauty, you were always needing to awkwardly laugh at men's advances and brush them off as best as you could, but you weren't doing that tonight.

you were laughing, a genuine laugh, leaning in to hear his voice over the music, over her singing. she wanted to jump off of the stage and break her guitar over that assholes face, and she couldn't explain why.

she had always known that one day, you'd settle down with a kind man who cared for you (not nearly as much as she did, but that was okay) and then she would see you less and less. but knowing didn't make the taste in her mouth any more bitter.

the first time you told her about a crush that you had, on a boy named Tom, she spent the whole night convincing you that he just wasn't right for you. you believed her of course, rejecting him swiftly the next week when he asked you to go on a walk with him, walking instead with lucy gray, hand in hand.

but then, she did it every time you spoke about a boy, and you started to believe her less and less. 'I think you're just jealous lucy gray, and you don't anybody taking my attention away from you.'

you were right, she was jealous, and the thought of you, with a man, it disgusted her to her core. which is why she took off as soon as her set ended, not even staying for the applause as she searched for you outside.

there you were, and thankfully, you were alone, no undeserving man in sight.

she ran up to you, her brown eyes seemingly sparkling even in the darkened night. "how'd you enjoy the show, darlin'?"

her heart jumped when you smiled at her, your eyes crinkling in joy as you took both of her hand in yours, squeezing them affectionately. "you have the voice of an angel, lucy gray. and I envy the lucky fella who's gonna marry you, and have to serenade them whenever they want."

lucy gray rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach when you mentioned her getting married. "I already serenade you, sweet thing. and im not gonna let some wedding band stop me."

you laughed airily, leading her by the hand towards the lake, where you spent most nights together. you sat down at the edge, laying your head in her lap when she sat beside you. her hand went to your hair, and she fought the urge to by giddy at the sight of your head in her lap, you were just... perfect.

"who was that guy that you were talking to back then? when I was singing, I mean." she asked, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

you thought back to about an hour prior, picturing every person that you had been with throughout the evening as you tried to recall who she was asking about in particular. "oh! that was matthew, his dad and my dad go way back, but the two of us never really shared their closeness for whatever reason. but after speaking to him tonight I'm a bit upset that I never tried to grow a friendship with him earlier."

she nodded, her cherry glossed lips pressing into a thin line. "he doesn't just wanna be friends with you though, I could see it." you scoffed playfully, raising a brow at her curiously. "you were all the way up on stage, in the middle of your favourite song to perform, and somehow, you could tell that much from so far away?"

she opened her mouth to defend herself, but after realising just how insane the notion sounded when you phrased it in that way, she quickly closed it again. "I'm not gonna let any man take me away from you, lucy gray, believe me when I say that I can't live without you."

your words sent a fury of butterflies in her stomach, and she swore that felt dizzy as you picked your head up, moving your face so close to hers that your noses were almost touching. she wanted to kiss you. god, what the hell was wrong with her? how could she be thinking of you in this way?

despite her inner conflict, she made no moves to create some distance between your faces, selfishly wanting to stay like this for as long as you'd let her. "I wish we could get married." she sighed, her eyes widening at her own words. "I meant- not like, I didn't mean- not in, like, a husband and wife typa way-"

you cut her off with trying to, with a tilt of your head making her suck in a sharp breath. "you don't wanna do husband and wife things with me?" you asked, and she could swear that your voice had a certain tone about it, one that made her cheeks feel blazing and her breaths shallow.

she shook her head, her usually fierce tone reduced to a meek almost whisper. "we can't do those stuff together."

you were too close for comfort. she could feel the tip of your nose against hers and if you leaned in any further, she was sure that she would combust. "who cares if we can't? the more important question is, do you want to?"

inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. she had forgotten how to breath. this wasn't right, she knew that, so why were her lips on yours in a flash, her hands in your hair, around your waist, holding your hands, touching any part of you that she could reach as the two of you kissed? in public, no less?

she couldn't find it in her mind to stop, not when your soft, sweet lips moved in tandem with hers as if you were molded to fit each other. when you pulled away, with lucy gray chasing your lips with an involuntary whine, you held her by the shoulders, a look of concern on your face.

that was when she felt it. the guilt knawing at her stomach, and the tears thar flowed down her face. was she crying because of how overwhelming her feelings were for you? maybe it was because she knew that you would have to hide... whatever had just happened between the two of you.

you leaned your forehead against hers, you sweet voice easing her fear. "I love you." she nodded, not being able to say it back just yet, but she could only hope that you knew. she moved to kiss you again, being startled out of her mind by a girlish scream in the distance.

it was maude ivory, eyes wide and hand slapped over her mouth in shock, with an equally suprised tam amber standing next to her. lucy gray felt sick to her stomach.

"I knew it." tam Amber said with a shrug, moving to sit next to the two fo you as she stared out at the moonlit lake. "no one looks at their friend like how lucy gray looks at you."

"can I be the flower girl? and the maid of honour? and the priest?" maude ivory rambled, laying half in lucy grays lap and half in yours. you simply laughed, explaining that her dream wasn't exactly possible but flower girl was certainly doable as lucy gray watched, tears threatening to fall from her eyes once again. only this time, they were of relief.

the joy she felt in her chest, at the thought that you could be... together in front of the covey was the best gift she could possibly be given. you and her, together. not just as best friends. although it was hard to wrap her head around it, she knew that it was exactly what she wanted and she had it on good authority that you wanted it too.

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[saberlight1]

my love, mine all mine — lucy gray baird

pairing(s): lucy gray baird x fem!reader, mentions of coriolanus snow x fem!reader.

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of ptsd, trauma, angst, possessive!lucy, Y/N usage, slightly mean!lucy, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: boom! another one. i am so happy you all love my writing! keep sending in these requests, y’alls ideas are so cool and i adore reading them. this fic is based off of this request, and i hope you all enjoy it! much love .

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When your eyes first laid upon Lucy Gray Baird, you were immediately enthralled by her presence. Everyone who had ever gotten the honor to meet her would say the same.

You had grown up in the very same district that her and her family, The Covey, were locked up in after being rounded up by the Peacekeepers. Most people around Twelve talked shit on them for being different, but the thing that drew you in the most to her was the fact that she didn’t give a shit.

She didn’t care what anyone thought, no one in her family did. They loved what they did, and that was singing. You saw this on full display at the Hob, where they performed every other night.

You already knew she was beautiful, but, God, when you saw her on that stage, beaming, you swore Aphrodite was standing before you. Her voice was just as beautiful as her, as she danced around stage, captivating the whole room.

At the end her performance, you snatched a daisy out of someone’s bouquet as you walked by, speed-walking to the corridor you were watching her walk into.

“Lucy Gray!” You called, the girl turning towards your call immediately, a smile still on her face. You held out the flower, a soft smile on your face. “You’re beautiful, as well as your singing.”

She blushed, her laugh coming out. “Why, thank you, darlin’.” She took the daisy, taking it up to her nose to smell. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You beamed. “It’s a real pleasure to see you and your family around here. You really light it up ‘round here.” You complimented. “Twelve’s a normally dull place, but here.. it’s different.”

“Thank you, truly.” Her hand grabbed yours, squeezing. “I’ll see you around.”

And she kept her word, finding you after her next show to get to know you better.

And just like that, the pair of you were inseparable.

She introduced you to the Covey, and after they learned you had pipes, you were immediately brought into their group. You loved it, it felt as if you had found the people you’d been longing for your whole life.

But you found yourself staring at Lucy Gray for longer than normal, a dopey smile lazily draped across your sun kissed features. It wasn’t until some teasing from CeCe and Billy that you realized that you had feelings for the girl.

“Aye, Y/N, it seems like you got some drool right there…” CeCe teased, a playful smile on his face as they caught you staring at the girl for the 100th time.

Billy butted in from his side. “Yeah, you do. Someone’s fallin’ for the songbird,” He laughed. You rolled your eyes at them, before taking their words into consideration.

Holy fuck, you were falling for her.

I mean, how could you not? She was a beacon of light, her presence alone brighting up every room she walked into to, and she had treated you wonderfully, even going as far to include you with her family.

You were caught up in your love daze, not realizing the crushing realities that came with your feelings. But when you did, it left a sour taste in your mouth.

The butterflies swirling in your abdomen stopped in an instant, replaced with an oozing, grueling feeling of worry. Lucy Gray could find you repulsing— and the whole Covey would leave you as well.

It left you wishing you had a factory reset button to forget your feelings at once.

“Y/N, what’s with the frown?” Lucy Gray suddenly appeared in front of you, her signature smile on her cherry lips.

Your eyes snapped to hers, your nerves only growing. “Oh, nothin’. Just thinkin’.”

She sat down next to you. “Oh, really? Didn’t think you was capable.” She joked, making you lightly shove her with a smile.

Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close you were to the girl. Her honey eyes stared up into yours, and you struggled to not look at her lips. All you wanted to do was close the space between the pair of you.

But you decided on that day that you would settle for this. After all— having her as a friend was better than nothing.

It wasn’t until the reaping of that year that you decided to throw caution to the wind.

It was the Covey’s first reaping, and it was for the annual 9th Hunger Games. Your nerves always got the best of you during this time of year, but it seemed that you weren’t the only one.

You sat in your room, Lucy Gray sitting at your desk in the corner. She said she was trying to write, but you could tell by the bouncing of her leg and her tense body that it wasn’t going well.

You licked your lips, putting your book aside. “You alright, Gray?”

She turned her head, her eyes meeting yours from over her shoulder. She sighed, turning back to the paper and rubbing her temple. “No,”

You stood up, coming to stand next to her, your hesitant hands rubbing her shoulders, the tense muscles deflating under your touch. “What’s wrong?”

“I.. I just really miss my mama.” She let out a sad breath. “And this reapin’ stuff is got my nerves wrecked.”

“I know the feelin’.” You bitterly chuckled. “You won’t get your name drawn, Lucy, none of you will. Your names are only in their once, your chances are slim. You should be okay. I miss my ma, too. I know it hurts.” You tried your best to calm her.

Her hand came up to grab yours that was resting on her shoulder, lacing your fingers together. “You know, you are about the only good thing in this District,” She smiled up at you, her worry lines faded.

At her words you felt those butterflies return, as your eyes flickered down to her lips, your teeth pulling in your bottom lip as you tried to talk yourself down.

Lucy Gray noticed this, however, and with a smile still plastered on her pretty face, she leaned up ever so slightly and captured your lips with her own. Your eyes widened in surprise, before they fluttered closed, your hands coming up to cup her face.

You let out a happy hum against her lips, the girl standing up to get a better grip on your hips, her lips never leaving yours. When you broke apart for air, a giggle left her slips at the sight of your lips stained with her lipstick.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” You admitted with a smile.

A smirk grew across her face. “I was waitin’ for you to grow the balls to do it first. Turns out you were too chicken.” She teased, her arms wrapping around your neck as she left small pecks on your lips.

You didn’t even pretend to be offended by her words, instead rolling your eyes playfully before kissing her again.

“Be my girlfriend,” She whispered against your lips. You pulled back slightly at her words, before jumping into her arms.

“Yes, yes.” You chuckled, as the girl hugged you back just as tightly.

That led you to now, where you smiled at the same brunette that was laid in your arms. She was different, anyone who had been what she went through would be, but she was also still your same Lucy Gray in all the best ways.

After you got her back from the games, you vowed to never let her go again. The turmoil you felt in the weeks that she was away from you, not knowing if you’d see her again or not— you never wanted to feel that again. And she felt the same way.

“You got a starin’ problem, girl?” Lucy Gray teased with that southern drawl you loved, seeing that you were lost in thought.

A warm smiled crossed your face at the sound of her voice, your hand going to play with her hair. “If it means I get to look at you, then yes, I do.”

She giggled, snuggling deeper into your arms. “Yeah, yeah, you sap.”

“You love it,”

She rolled her eyes, playfully. “I do,” She looked at you seriously now, leaning up to kiss you softly. You smiled against her lips, the feeling of her expressing her love for you in such an intimate way always making you smile.

You would proudly admit that you were head over heels in love with your girlfriend to anyone. But you knew you couldn’t— hell, the only people that even knew you were together was the Covey and her mentor, Coriolanus Snow. People didn’t seem expect, nor accept your type of love.

She had told him during her time there, during the nights they spent together talking through the cage bars. She talked his ear off about you, a love-sick smile on her face the whole time, the girl forgetting that some people weren’t accepting of your love.

But to her surprise, Coriolanus didn’t care if she was with a girl. In fact, he was thrilled, which confused her to no end. (She didn’t know this, but the only reason he was happy was because he now had something that would fuel her to win.)

You thanked every star above for the Snow boy for bringing your girl back to you, even if she was brought back with sharper edges. You didn’t care, you had her back in your arms. And you wanted to thank him.

But, Lucy Gray was a different girl than what she was when she left, even if she tried to pretend that wasn’t the case. She was more paranoid, more protective of the people she loved— especially you. More than you anticipated.

So the next morning when you set out to find the boy who was currently serving time as a Peacekeeper in your very district, the one goal in your mind was to thank him, the thought that this might be upsetting to your girlfriend not even crossing your temple.

You decided to bring him a rose— Lucy Gray mentioning to you that his Grandmother grew them, and you just happened to as well. It wasn’t like the pure ones his Grandmother grew in the Capitol, but you deemed it good enough.

You caught a glimpse of his platinum buzzcut, a smile growing over your ruby red lips. “Snow!” You called, jogging up to him in your cowboy boots. He turned at the call, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw it was you.

“Y/N?” He questioned.

“Hey, Coriolanus.” You smiled, holding out the rose for him. “Lucy Gray mentioned something about your Grandmother and roses, and just as a thanks for you bringin’ her back to me, I’d like to give you this,” You motioned to the rose.

To your delight, his hard face warped into that of a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” His hand came out to squeeze your forearm affectionately. “I appreciate it, and you don’t have to thank me for that.”

“I do.” You assured him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t get her back. You saved her… so, truly, thank you, Coriolanus. I mean it.” You felt eyes on you, but you shook the feeling off.

He nodded sheepishly, not used to the type of compliment you were giving him. “Of course.. Thank you for the rose. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll see you around.” He smiled, giving your forearm one last squeeze before he turned.

“You’re welcome, Coryo.” You flashed him one last smile before you turned on your heel yourself. What you didn’t expect to see was to see those honey eyes you loved staring daggers at you.

You cocked your head to the side as she began to stomp her way towards you. Once she reached you, she grabbed your wrist with a hard grip, and without word dragged you back to your now shared home.

“Lucy, what’re you doing?” You asked, just as your neared the front lawn of your home.

She clicked her tongue, a sign she was mad, and shook her head, continuing to lead you to the house in silence. Once the pair of you got in, she threw her bag on your shared bed, crossing her arms.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, her tone hard.

“What are you talkin’ about, Lucy?” You asked, stepping closer to her. She only backed away, her head shaking once again, while you visibly shrank at her rejection.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You know better,” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I been runnin’ around, lookin’ for you like some fool, while you were off with my mentor, lettin’ him touch you. Why were you with him, huh?” She pressed. “What, you think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“Coriolanus?” Your eyebrows furrowed, still not quite catching on to what she was so angry about.

“Yes, damnit, him.” Her voice slightly raised as she walked up to you, her gaze lowered as she glared at you. “Why were you givin’ him a rose, huh? Why were his hands on you?”

You licked your lips as you took in her state. Her pupils were blown out, her jaw slack— God, she looked so hot when she was angry. You shook your head at your thoughts, trying to be serious.

“Aye!” Her fingers snapped in front of your face, angrily. “Answer me,”

“Lucy, I— I was goin’ to thank him..” You whispered, your voice dying in your throat as you submitted to her fiery gaze.

“Why?” Her voice was low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine.

“For bringin’ you back t’me.” You admitted, looking at the floor guiltily as it sunk in that how much you truly had upset her. “I never got the chance to properly thank him, and you said he liked roses. So I brought him one, I thought it would remind him of home. I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear,”

Her eyes softened. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry..” She whispered, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, rubbing softly. “I.. My mind went somewhere completely different when I saw him touchin’ you.. It just made me angry,”

A sly smirk came over your features. “I think you mean jealous, Lucy Gray.” You whispered teasingly.

“Only you could make me this crazy,” She smiled. “But, I am sorry.” She said, guilt swirling in her eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright.” You reassured her, seeing that she was beating herself up. “Even I get a little jealous seein’ Billy drape hisself on you when he’s shitfaced, it’s normal, baby, I ain’t mad.” Your goofy smile mixed with your southern accent making her smile come back.

But just as it returned, it was replaced with a serious look. “Just.. stay away from him, alright? I don’t fully trust ‘em.”

“I won’t go near him again, I promise. I just wanted him to know I was thankful for bringin’ my best girl back t’me,” You tried to cheer her up, your lips ghosting over hers.

“Good. ‘Cause your mine,” She smirked, closing the space between the two of you as her lips kissed you hard, her teeth nipping your bottom lip as you let out a gasp, granting her access to your mouth as she deepened the kiss.

You smiled against her lips, thanking the stars above that you had the pleasure of being hers.

#anon asks #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray baird x fem reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #lucy gray fan fiction #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus

[katnissandpeetamellark]

One person's sane and the other is... Coriolanus Snow

#RIP Lucy Gray (sort of we don't know if she's alive or dead...) you deserved better. #Lucy Gray Baird #Coriolanus Snow #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Snowbaird #the Hunger games #THG #TBOSAS #hunger games #bosas #president snow #lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray my beloved #Lucy Gray deserved better

[rosettastarlight]

If the Lucy Gray is Katniss' grandmother theory was canon:

Katniss: You dated the brutal dictator of Panem?!

Lucy Gray: He wasn't the brutal dictator of Panem... when I was dating him! That was AFTER we broke up!

#lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #incorrect quotes #thg series #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #thg katniss #katniss everdeen #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas incorrect quotes

[annabethwarriorprincess]

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg series #thg #thosasedit #thgedit #coryo snow #coryolanus snow #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray my beloved #lucy grey

[internet-ghost-x]

KIT CONNER AND RACHEL ZEGLER AS ROMEO AND JULIET??? THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL

#kit connor #rachel zegler #romeo and juliet #shakespeare #william shakespere #heartstopper #nick nelson #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #rachel zegler my beloved #i love shakespeare

[thisiswhatitfeltlike]

i needed to be fed. and so i fed myself.

#lucy gray baird #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray my beloved #coriolanus snow #katniss everdeen #rachel zegler #tbosas #folklor13an #water is fine #i am the river’s daughter. #the hunger games edit #tbosbas edit #tbosas edit #the hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes

[fandomnerd9602]

Snow and Y/N talk it over one night…

Y/N: how goes officer training?

Snow: Sejanus is doing better. Been studying philosophy. some say you’re either a songbird or a snake in this world. Your thoughts?

Y/N: everyone’s a bit of both. Just depends on the reasoning.

Snow: hmm. Interesting.

Lucy glides up to Y/N…

Lucy: let’s go honey, I wanna be dealing with your snake tonight

Y/N: point me the way home, baby

The two walk off arm in arm…

Snow:

#hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosbas #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #coriolanus snow #rachel zegler #panem #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray fluff #lucy gray

[vesteneris]

I don't think if they had met for the first time after one of Lucy Gray's performances they would have liked each other, this boy had something with having control and that's the only reason he liked her, because he had control of the situation during the Games

#i love drawing dancing people #i have so many wips #at this point my folder looks like an episode of Dancing with the Stars #the hunger games #thg #fanart #hunger games fanart #thg fanart #coriolanus x lucy gray #snowbaird #snow #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray my beloved #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

[nightmare-niko]

Guys, Lucy Gray is so Dolly Parton coded like tell me that girl wouldn’t get up on that stage in 12 and sing Jolene with her pretty dress

I think I’m in love with Lucy Gray…

#friends #mutuals #art #wattpad #writing #original story #fanfic #fantasy #moodboard #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray my beloved

[yichuuonvenus]

Liquid Smooth

Coriolanus Snow x Reader, Lucy Gray Baird x Reader

~Description~

Your little village and most importantly your life was peaceful before the Blonde God…

~Warnings~

dubious consent, Body control, blood, vampirism, master/servant, trauma, thoughts of suicide, Vampire AU

A/N: I'm so sorry if I didn't get the right dialect for the time period ijbol I tried so that's all that matters.

You could remember the first time you saw him. You were just a girl then while the Blonde God stood in front of your home with nothing but a bloody and marred blouse. He was there for your sister. He took her just like the other girls around the village. You remember not feeling anything as your own parents dragged her out of the home. You were numb, just like how you were when you saw your friend Arachne being shoved into his arms years later. 

Everyone in the village feared the Blonde God. But you… you didn’t know if you could call how you felt fear. Was it fear? You believed it was so, at least that was what you told yourself. 

Sister Gaul, a once good woman with pure intentions, changed when he came to her. He changed everything about her once kind demeanor. You could recall the first time she spoke of him, “God, himself, sent him here, for us!”

Your village, every one of them, was to worship him by giving him the girls he asked for and nothing else. In exchange, he would provide food and protection to your village. The families of the village weren’t hesitant to give them up, some were but their faith ran high for them even to question it. You were forced to watch as girl after girl would be given to him without a second thought. Some were lucky enough to survive this taking. But they went fully there when they came back nor did they remember what happened. 

You could never stop thinking about his frosted stare that cold night. There was nothing but intense callousness in his eyes. For some reason, you still felt something hidden beneath it. Something deeper than his want for you to fear him. It was difficult to even explain to yourself so you made yourself forget that interaction. You made yourself forget you even had a sister. 

You stared up at the ceiling pretending that the shadows in your room were animals like little fluffy bunnies prancing above you. It had your mind occupied till your little brother woke up with a sob. 

“Another nightmare…” he whispered. 

You sighed as you grasped his hands tightly. They started back when your sister was taken. They never stopped since. His dreams that he experienced that he explained to you were almost forewarnings. Like his inner mind knew when he was going to come, to take, and to devour… 

“Anibal, remember what I told you. Breathe in and out,” you whispered as you smooth out his hair. He did what you said and when he was more relaxed did you ask, “Does thee want to tell me what happened?” 

He became stiff next to you but he still tried to breathe through it before speaking up, “I saw him.” 

“What happened…”

“Thou is next.” he ghostly whispered. You could tell it broke him to say it. 

You sucked in a breath as you stared at the ceiling again, hugging him close and hushing him. His sobs were the only thing in the room you could focus on. You knew it was true. Anibal has seen it come true but you had long accepted your fate. No matter how much it hurts to have to leave your little brother alone in such a cold place. It was God’s will. He was the one that shined The Blonde God to your little village.

He was the one to blame. 

. . . 

“We can run away!” 

“Be quiet Sejanus… they will hear us,” Festus for the first time in forever was actually being reasonable. 

“Listen to me!” Sejanus yelled again.

“Sejanus, hush!” Hilarius finally said. 

Clemensia’s eyes fell onto yours as you entered the little hideaway. She swiftly walked over to you and immediately wrapped herself around you. You could see the faint marks on her throat from when it was her time. You didn't know how she even survived but she did with no memory of what happened but it wasn’t like anyone had the stomach to ask.

“They have been at it for hours now,” She whispered as she slowly let you go. 

“Can’t say I’m surprised…” You whispered back as you watched Sejanus and Festus argue once more. 

“Honestly, it’s just Sejanus going mad with ideas. He hasn’t stopped since we started.” She stared at them before rolling her eyes. “Anyways, How is thee? How is Anibal?” 

“We are managing as well as our parents,” You sighed. 

“I can tell it looks like thou hasn’t had any sleep since the solstice,” Clemmie said with a smile as she rubbed your cheek. 

You smiled back. She let go before staring at them and sighing. “Get some rest. For me at least.”

You nodded as she walked towards them trying to calm them both down before they started another fight. 

You thought about what she said about getting rest. But you just couldn’t. You had to comfort your little brother if he woke up from a nightmare. You couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering through it alone. No one should ever have to see their siblings dying at the hands of a god. You didn’t have your parent’s help to comfort him. You are all he has. Ever since your sister was taken, your parents weren't the same.  The light drained from them, and every day became a new struggle. 

“We don’t have to live in this village anymore,” Sejanus said as he threw down his bible. Everyone stared at him. They were exhausted from fighting. “We can start anew just like our father’s fathers did. We did it once, and we can do it again.”

“Think of what thee is asking! Alone in his woods? Thou has truly lost thyself to madness,” Hilarius spoke out. 

“I’m not mad. Not any more than Sister Gaul. She and that godforsaken drunk of a priest are to blame. They led that demon into our village.”

Then there was a chuckle from the corner of the room. It was small but it quieted the room.

“Wilt thou stop it… there is no escaping this fate, Sejanus. I have come to terms with it and so shall you,” Io laughed. She continued to rock back and forth before finally breaking down. 

It was quiet after that and Sejanus sighed loudly and left without another word. 

“I’ll talk some sense into him,” you said following after him but someone stopped you with a tug. 

You knew who it was before even turning around. A pair of beautiful, soft brown eyes locked onto yours. Your face lit up brightly just by the sight of hers. 

“Thee willn’t go alone,” Lucy Gray said as she held your hand. You nodded and led the way toward the place you knew Sejanus would be. 

It didn’t take long to get to the lake. You saw Sejanus there with a hard stare. He was throwing rocks. You stood back a little as Lucy Gray walked closer to him, letting go of your hand. 

“You want to play a round?” Lucy Gray asked.

Sejanus wasn’t surprised it was you two who followed after him. 

“You shouldn’t have to follow me,” he mumbled. “Always the peacemakers.”

“Sejanus…”

“Mad, crazy Sejanus… that’s all I am to them. As if this ritual isn't barbaric.” 

“It is, Sejanus, it’s just…” you said trying to find the words but Lucy Gray completed it for you. 

“We are all scared. There would be no way for us to run away and start anew. He would find us. Bring us back… bloody just like he did with Billy,” Lucy Gray croaked. 

Billy was a touchy subject, no one brought him up. Ever. It was mostly fear that drove them never to mention his name again. 

Sejanus stared out into the water. Sighing as he skipped his last rock, “I wish everything was different…” 

You came forward, pulling his hands into yours. 

“I long for a different life too. We all do…  But we have to stick with the present or at least try and think of smarter ways out of here without getting caught,” You spoke up. “Thee shouldn’t yell out plans to get them to listen.” 

You all chuckled before Sejanus agreed. 

. . . 

Her lips were soft against yours. They were like petals off of flowers and tasted like warm sugar. It reminded you of the first time she ever kissed you. Out in the forest while you were scavenging for berries. It started as a small game. Whoever gathered the most berries would get a reward. You won and you were surprised when she gave you a peck on the lips. 

Your first-ever kiss. 

But it was so much more different now… it was heated, more intimate. She held your waist, rubbing it up and down. Her other hand held your face. Your hands were around her neck pulling her closer. The soft grass acted like a cushion between you and the hard surface of the earth. 

She pulled back slowly, licking her lips as she looked into your eyes. You could feel your face becoming heated at the gesture. She smiled as she played with your hair. 

“Lucy Gray… why ever did thou stop?” You playfully teased as you tried to regain your breath. You couldn’t stop looking into her big brown eyes. They were always the first things that captivated you. Her hand made its way to your face, her thumb slowly rubbing your lips. 

“I wanted to see thou’s beautiful face,” she whispered, nudging her nose with yours. 

You giggled as you both stared at each other. She looked so beautiful and relaxed under the pale moonlight. Here she was just yours, and you hers. You could forget everything about yourself. She was your escape. 

She slowly started to kiss you again but this time she made her way down your face. Her lips made their way to your neck then your collarbone, nipping and kissing whatever spots she could find, causing a slight whimper to leave your lips. You could feel her smile against your throat as you whined. 

Your mind though couldn’t stop drifting. She could help you forget but only to a certain extent. You thought about Anibal. You were scared your parents left him alone again. They promised they wouldn’t but you couldn’t take that chance. 

“We… we need to get back soon,” you whispered. 

“Ye needn’t worry. They won’t expect us to be back for another hour,” she said softly against your breast. You held her hand and her eyes moved to yours. 

“It will take a good while to lace this backup, Ms. Lucy Gray.”

“It willn’t, gorgeous. Not with my quick fingers,” she said with a smirk that you wanted to wipe off so badly. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to hide the smile on your face as you let her proceed with a nod. 

You gasped as she held her hand to your chest, kissing her way slowly down your chest. She loved to worship your body.  You were never the one that gave, Lucy Gray was too much of a giver for her to let you. She insisted that you lay back and let her ravage you. 

Her fingers danced their way down your stomach and then to your skirt. So many layers for warmth but all you wanted to do was to rip them off. You felt her push it up slowly. She loved to take her time. That and the mix of her licking and kissing your breasts made you wither beneath her. 

You felt her fingers swipe across your clit, your head fell back and the air in your lungs left. She made her way back up to your face, a gleeful expression adorned on her features. 

“Can I?” She whispered in your ear. 

You nodded before pressing your lips against hers. She smiled into the kiss as her fingers slowly entered you. She was always so gentle and loving when she used her fingers. Her thumb slowly circled your clit making you moan out. Your whole body felt like it was soaked as she played you like an instrument. 

A part of you wanted to be on top this time around. You didn’t know how but you managed to flip both of you over. You were on top though you were the one still spread for her. She smirked as she went faster. Her gaze was the only thing you could focus on. Her soft smile and big brown eyes. You leaned in as her other hand held your face, her thumb softly moving over your lips. She gave you a heart-melting kiss before pulling away. 

It wasn’t going to be long now. You were moaning now coming apart on her fingers. You knew you were close, it was written all over your face. She smiled before kissing your cheeks. 

“Cum for me, gorgeous,” she whispered. 

You cried out into her shoulder gripping her clothes and the grass surrounding you. Tears kissed your eyes then and you couldn’t stop the giggle that came out. You fell beside her staring up into the starry sky. 

“What is it?” She asked. You were the only thing she stared at. 

“I started tearing up,” you replied with a smile. You felt her finger wipe away a tear. 

“As I said, quick and magical fingers,” she said, waving her fingers in the air. 

“You are gross!” 

“And you love me for it.”

“And I love you for it.” 

She held you tightly while you both laughed. 

“We need to get dressed. Mother is cooking your favorite.”

“Tis not a jest?” She bolted up immediately and you shook your head with a smile. 

“We need to go.”

“Okay, okay. Help me with my bodice first,” you laughed. 

You both sat up and she made quick work on your bodice. When she was done her hands made their way around your waist pulling you close to her. Her lips found yours once again. Only then did you hear a twig snap and both of you looked in the direction of the sound. Yet there was nothing there.  

“We should…” 

“Yes, we should get going… come on,” Lucy Gray said wearily. She picked you up swiftly and walked you out of the forest hand in hand. 

. . . 

“O God, the all-powerful made us anew!” Father Casca mumbled. 

He was drunk like he always was since him. It was so obvious that your brother even looked at you. Your little brother’s perplexed face would usually make you laugh but it was concerning you how it seemed like Father Casca wasn’t all there nowadays. He would mumble for hours about God and the gifts he brought to the village just like he did now. 

“Thou brought Him to us! We shall thank thee! All shall thank our all-powerful God. Shouldn’t we Sister Gaul?” 

She was beside him. Her stature was so upright it seemed like her back would snap from the tension. She nodded and narrowed her eyes, watching him wave her onto the pedestal. She closed her eyes before huffing. 

“We shall thank thee in an ending prayer,” Sister Gaul announced. 

You looked over at Lucy Gray who was giving you a slight smile. “Drunks,” she mouthed. You had to stop a smile from forming. Mama wouldn’t tell you the end of it if you laughed now. 

Finally, after the prayer the communion ended. You could finally go on and do your chores. You used to hate them but that was before a time long forgotten. You didn’t have to think when you did them. 

“Hitherto me, little one,” Mother said with a glazed stare. 

“Yes, mother.” You walked towards her, Anibal was beside her staring at the edge of the forest. His eyes were watery but before you could even question it your mother spoke up. 

“Gather water.” She then gave a quick hug, and an even quicker whisper, “Hurry back when thy is done.”

“Of course, mother.” She held your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

She was getting afraid too now. You knew then that Anibal had probably told her too what he saw. You tried to keep it off your mind on the way to the well. The well was a pretty sight to behold. Flowers were growing near the well. It was someone’s favorite. But you immediately pushed it out of your mind as you lowered the bucket. 

“Shall we have another go,” A voice said. You smirked as you already knew who it was. 

“It’s barely been a day and thee already misses me?” You quietly replied as you pulled the bucket back up. 

“Of course, I can’t bear to be without thee,” Lucy Gray whined.

You laughed as you sat the bucket on the edge of the well. You turned around to see Lucy Gray with flowers in her hair. It was a beautiful sight. She looked like a goddess. 

Her hands were behind her back as she stepped closer. When her hands came into view she had the same flowers and put them throughout your hair. 

“I got some for your mother as well,” she said with a smile. 

“Lucy Gray… how thoughtful.” 

Her face was so close to yours now. Your hand made its way to her face, light cupping her cheeks before pulling her into a kiss. She tasted like she did before, sweet and soft. Her hands wrapped themselves tightly around your waist. The kiss deepened as you pulled her closer to you like you were afraid she was going to vanish in front of you. You could feel her smile as her lips pressed against yours. 

You pulled back, staring at her temple to temple. 

“I love you,” you whispered, almost scared she was going to pull away. 

“I love you too,” she said back with that soft smile. 

You both would’ve continued if you hadn’t heard a noise coming from deeper in the forest. You both snapped your heads in the direction of it.

“We should go… I need to go give Mother this water.”

“It’s almost midday, gorgeous, there's nothing to be scared of right now. The sun is out, nothing will hurt us here,” she said and she sounded so sure. 

Lucy Gray let you go as she walked towards the sound. You stood there furrowing your brows, trying to keep yourself calm as she walked deeper in. She was right, the sun was beaming down, so the creatures of the woods were resting now. Still, you were shaky, unable to calm yourself down from being left alone in his woods nonetheless. 

“Lucy Gray, Mother will expect me to be back by now…” you yelled out. 

You felt a sudden touch on your shoulder, causing you to jump. 

“Be not a fool Lu-,” You laughed as you turned around. 

But there was no one there. You kept your face straight ahead, the smile that was once on it now gone. 

You heard Lucy Gray yell your name after a minute. She grabbed you laughing. 

“There was a fawn…” she stopped laughing as she took in your face. “What’s wrong with thee?”

She grabbed both of your hands as she tried to force a smile on her face. She repeated your name taking you out of your trance. 

“I- I don’t… we should get back, Lucy Gray,” you whispered. 

“Yes, of course,” She replied with a nod. 

You both walked out of the forest. You can’t help but still feel the sense of something or someone… still staring out at you, watching, waiting for its moment to strike. 

…

You woke up to the sound of Anibal praying. He was focused as he recounted a specific prayer. 

“O God, the Protector of all that trust in Thee, without whom nothing is strong, nothing is holy, increase and multiply upon us Thy mercy; that, Thou being our Ruler and Guide, we may so pass through things temporal that we finally lose not the things eternal. Grant this, O heavenly Father, for Jesus Christ’s sake our Lord. Amen.”

You were silent as he went back to bed sliding in next to you. He shook tirelessly and you wondered how you didn’t wake up before to comfort him.

“Anibal..?” You whispered. 

He stilled and you sighed as you pulled him close to you. It was still dark out, dawn still hadn't broken. Anibal turned to you, hugging you close to him.

“Was it a nightmare?” 

He nodded with his eyes closed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head and before long started to sleep quietly. You were scared. He usually always told you his dreams. You petted his head while staring out to the small window. You could feel sleep coming slowly just before you heard some light tapping. 

You looked out the window again. Nothing. You ignored it and tried to drift off. This time it proved to be harder. You slowed your breathing and thought about Lucy Gray. Her beautiful smile and voice. The way she held you. Then finally you could feel your mind calm and your body relax. 

You woke up again to your mother holding your face and smiling down at you. 

“My beautiful one… wake up,” she said softly. 

Anibal wasn’t next to you which confused you. He was always the one to wake you up first. You stared at her silently and rubbed your eyes. 

“Mother… where’s Ani?”

“Outside with father. Thee has overslept.” 

“Mother! I’m so sorry, forgive my laziness oh lord please forgive me.”

“No, no thee is fine. Thee looks much better now. Well rested,” Mother said quietly, sadly. 

You stared at her, your eyebrows furrowed. You could tell something was wrong. Something wasn’t right. 

“Is something wrong Mother..? What ails you?”

“Nothing, Beautiful one,” she says again but it came out with a croak, tears were starting to bloom in her eyes. 

You looked outside. It wasn’t any lighter, it was like time stopped moving. She smoothed out your face as if she’s never going to see it again. That’s when it clicked. You stared at her, shaking your head. 

Father came not a second later, picking you up, and dragging you through the door. You couldn’t stop the scream that tore through you, matching yours was Anibal’s locked inside of your parents' room. 

“WAIT! Cyril!”

“Marilu… it’s time. He’s been waiting all night. It’s almost dawn.”

“Just let me have a few more moments, please. She will not have the same fate as dear Brionna,” Mother started to cry. First a couple of tears then rivers started following from her. 

“I love you, my sweetest girl…” she hugged you tightly as you cried with her. 

“I- please… please! Don’t do this… please Father Mother!”

Father ignored you as your sobbing worsened. Anibal’s screams got louder like he knew you neared the door.

“Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts,  As we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil…” You whispered your voice quivering as your father threw you outside. You kept reciting the Lord’s Prayer until you saw him. All the sounds that came from your home were silenced in his presence. 

You kept still like if you moved he would strike you right then and there. Like a snake. 

His blue piercing eyes were all you could focus on. You would’ve screamed if his presence didn’t send you into a deep state of fatigue. His head tilted at you, making you feel so insignificant. Your memory of that day flashed through you. The day he stole your sister. 

Your sister… Your sweet sister… On the ground being held by her hair. His cobalt eyes stared into yours. His face tilted at you, a smile slowly etched onto his features. That crazed and twisted stare with a smile so deadly it could tear out a man’s heart. He dropped your sister’s head and made his way towards you. You could remember the feeling of arms tugging you and the only thing you heard was the sound of you and your sister’s screams. 

You felt a whoosh of air around you, a sharp piercing pain on the side of your neck, and then blood coating your lips. 

Then it was nothing. Just the sensation of falling through the air. You were blind to it all. Or maybe it was too dark to see. That was all you could remember. 

. . . 

It was dark. 

Silent, dark, and cold. 

Your eyes could barely pry themselves open but when you could finally see. You saw black. The room was covered in black. The bed you were on. The walls. The floor. The ceiling. It was all the same color making it seem like you were in more of a void than a room. You carefully pulled off the covers from yourself. Your jelly legs made you collapse onto the stone ground in a thud. 

The pain was barely there if at all any. All you could feel was a sharpness at the base of your stomach. You wanted to claw it out, to rip it to pieces whatever was hurting you.

It didn’t feel like a wound or the feeling of something hitting you. 

It felt like hunger… 

Like you were starving. 

You screamed out loud from a sudden new sting in your stomach. You were in so much pain you couldn’t bear it anymore. 

You collapsed again. 

When you woke up it was a bit brighter. You were somehow on the bed now. There was a candle lit on the other side of the room. It was spacious, nothing like you and Anibal’s room. 

You stared at it and you wanted to go pick it up. To investigate it but the pain. The hunger within you kept you down on the bed. You fell asleep again but this time when you woke up, you felt liquid going down your throat. 

You looked up only to be greeted with a piercing gaze. Long blonde hair was all you could really see along with a scent of sweet cream. You tried to focus again on the sight before you. You could see clearly that a girl was above you. Just from the hair alone, you knew who it was. 

Arachne was just hovering above you. Her hand was stretched out while blood flowed from it and into your mouth. You screamed, a shriek so loud it made you question if it was even you who did it. You pushed her away from you and took in the scene in front of you. 

Blood was all over your nightgown. A nightgown you didn’t even remember you had on. The white tulle was now ruined, and blood was soaked all over your collar, bodice, and arms. You stared down and you couldn’t stop screaming. 

But what made you scared, so scared you couldn’t stop crying… you finally felt satisfied. Full for the first time in many days you felt like you’d been there. You wanted more so much more so you could be full. 

You were already near Arachne’s neck when you finally came to. You forced yourself away and your back hit the wall hard. 

You watched Arachne. She was unmoving in a ball on the floor. She looked skinny like she was drained of every fiber of her being. It was like she was in a trance. She wasn’t fully there, her eyes were pale and hollow. Her cheeks were so gaunt that you could see the outline of her bones. You couldn’t stop the tears that escaped your eyes. If this was the fate of Arachne… then what of your sister? 

You had hoped she was dead, so she wouldn’t see what you were now. 

You turned your head sharply to the sound of a door opening. Two small men came strolling in, behind them was who you knew as the Blonde God. His blonde hair and bright blue eyes were mesmerizing. You were pulled into a trance just by the sight of him alone. 

The men grabbed Arachne as her head lolled over. You wanted to run over and grab her back. You wanted to kill those men for even touching her but you were too scared to even move. Just from his presence alone, the Blond God made the room stand still. 

He walked near you, hands politely behind his back. You got a whiff of his scent, roses. The sweet smell of roses made its way to you. He stared at you while a smile slowly started to spread across his face. 

“Finally, thee is awake,” he said, his voice almost enchanting. 

You stayed quiet, folding your arms around yourself and shaking. 

“I’m sure thee isn’t hungry… right? I made sure Arachne was able to sustain thee for the time being.” 

He walked closer before bending his knees to meet you at eye level. 

“Or maybe I’m wrong… and thee still hungers for more.” 

You shook your head and he pulled out a deep chuckle. There was something about him that made you want to submit. The intense feeling that he was supposed to be in control over you. You stared at him. It was a strange feeling. Very strange. He gave you his hand and pulled up with him. 

You sighed and stared down at your feet. You couldn’t even feel how cold the stone was, you couldn’t feel anything. It was as if your senses had heightened and depleted. 

He walked you to the door and out into the hallway. It was long and dark, foreboding almost. You looked around and there were candles dimly lighting your way. You could see without it not that candles would’ve helped much anyway. 

He walked you to the dining hall. It was large and spacious. There was no way he kept this all to himself. He walked you toward your side of the grand table then he walked toward his. You stared at his end, there was a crystal goblet filled with red liquid. You already knew what it was by the smell of it. 

He smiled towards you and spoke up, “I’m sure thou has questions?”

You didn’t know why but all you did was nod. 

“So go ahead and ask away.”

“What…” you huffed and started again. You tried to think of what words to say. “Have you… turned me into a monster?”

“If you call everlasting beauty monstrous then sure.” He smiled. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “and those girls…”

“Fail transformations… they are as thou calls still living beings.”

“And my sister..?” You said trying to calm yourself down. You could feel anger coursing through you. “What was done with her?”

“Ahh Brionna… beautiful girl. Not a beauty like you.” He said in a tone that had your body swaying. You still pulled together a cold demeanor. 

“What of her?” You said and pounded your hand on the table. Parts of yourself were batting for control and you needed to try to pull yourself together. 

“Do not raise your voice at me, little dove,” he whispered and it was enough to make you silent but not obedient. “She’s gone… she walked into the sunlight and burst into flames. She couldn’t handle being like us.”

You shook your head as tears started to fill your eyes, “Why do you keep saying, us?”

“Because thou is now like me. Thee is part of the undead. A vampire.” He drank the rest of the goblet and let the blood drip down his mouth. His face now mirrored yours. He got up and walked towards you. You started to shake when he got closer, tears were falling fully now. 

“What ails you, little dove?” he asked in such a soothing tone. 

“You,” you whispered as you glared at him. “You are a monster.”

He was quiet when you got face to face with you and then he spoke up. His eyes were the only thing you could focus on. 

“I am.”

He grabbed your face causing a scream out of your mouth. He took that moment to shove his tongue in your mouth. You tasted the sweet blood of another girl who was unlucky enough to be a blood vessel. He lifted you onto the table, holding you tightly to him as he made his way down your neck. 

“I watched you… and that girl,” he whispered in your ear causing a shiver to run through you. “Little performers, the two of you are,” he chuckled as his hands ripped your nightgown in half. 

You didn’t know what to do. Your body stayed still like it craved his touch. It was an actual battle for yourself, for your own body. You gasped as you clutched his hair, pulling it back when his fingers entered you.  

“Tell me if I eat you better than she does,” he groaned when your nails started to puncture his head. 

His tongue was all over you. He couldn’t stop licking and sucking every area around your clit. You screamed when his fingers entered a special spot within you. You didn’t want to be touched by him and yet you still yearned for it. Lucy Gray could only touch you like that and you felt like you were betraying her. 

The feel of his fingers. The stickiness of his tongue had you moaning and writhing beneath him. Your crying didn’t slow once when you felt that sudden coiling in your stomach. When Lucy Gray would do it to you. You let go of his hair to claw to the table, loud shrieks came from it. Your nails tore through the wood. He was all over you everywhere, sucking and kissing wherever he saw fit. Finally, you felt it, that euphoric feeling. A calm rushed over you and your whole body could finally relax. You breathed deeply as you felt him get up and kiss your lips deeply. In your blissed-out state you didn’t focus on the feel of his length on your thighs, so when he entered you the gasp that left you was sharp. 

It was a different feeling that had you wanting to push him away. You couldn’t tell if you liked it but that didn’t stop him from thrusting into you. He was so deep that you had to gasp for air. Your chest curved up to the sky as if you were ascending to heaven itself. 

You tried to keep a calm mind but it was all over the place every thrust and every moan that fell from his lips had you rolling your eyes. You could feel yourself go numb. 

He held you to him, pressing his lips against yours. “Perfect, little dove. You feel so perfect.” He moaned into your lips. 

His moaning had you tightening all around him. He smiled down at you, “So wet. Can’t you hear yourself and the way you are singing for me?” 

You did but you didn’t want to focus on it. The sounds that came from you both, the wet noises of your cunt greedily sucking at his cock. You wanted to throw up, to pull him off of you but the brutal pace he set had you gripping him for stability. You crawled his back so hard you felt a wetness seep from it. It wasn’t his blood that was coursing through him. It was the one from the goblet. The smell told you, it was addicting. It smelled like roses, the first scent you ever smelled off him. You guessed that was the reason for the scent. You couldn’t stop yourself from biting down on his large chest. The groans that you pulled from him kept you from stopping and the blood was sweet liquid gold. It fully sated your hunger as soon as it hit your lips. You moaned from the taste alone. 

He smiled at you as he brought his mouth down to your neck. He took a bite and started to drink from you too. The scent of blood in the air mixed with his thrusts had you coming again. He did one deep thrust that had him following you not long after. You were spent, you could barely pick yourself up. He stepped away from you and pulled his trousers back on. 

“There are so many things for you to learn, little dove,” he said with a chuckle as he picked you up bridal style. You leaned your head against his chest. 

“So many things.”

. . . 

Coriolanus, your now master, was one of the first things he taught you. His name and what it meant. He taught you more things. Things you needed to do to survive. 

But when he wasn’t teaching you, it was as if you were animals. It was nonstop he would come into your room and fuck you until you were a bloody mess under him. You felt awful. You couldn’t sleep anymore because of your now “ailment.” You could rest but not sleep, not dream. You wanted a place where you could escape him even just for a second.

But from what he taught you. You can’t… he was your master now. He was now connected to you in a way that forced you to submit to him. You had to listen to him because your body will. He owns you and your very soul, not that you had one since you were dead. You grew depressed. You couldn’t bear the thought of this being your life. For weeks on end, you would stare out the window waiting for something, someone. Anything. But nothing ever came, just him and… his hunger for you. 

It got to the point where you couldn’t eat. You wanted to rot away desperately but he wouldn’t allow it. He threatened he would kill Aranche in front of you and your brother. He promised he would cut out her heart before feeding it to Anibal. It kept you from starving fully mostly because he took pity and gave you some of his “blood” to drink instead. Though it didn’t hurt you when you did starve yourself, you just didn’t look like yourself. 

Your face would be gaunt and your skin looked so dull. It was like your body ate itself when you didn’t feast. Coriolanus didn’t like it when you looked like that. Since all your beauty would go away. He didn’t like it when you weren’t beautiful. 

So every time you needed to drink he would fuck you and let you drink from him. He didn’t really care that he was a source of “blood” because of how much he loved being inside of you. Though he did taunt you from time to time and call it a jest. He made cruel remarks on how you can’t live like that forever and one of these days your hunger will drive you to kill every civilian in the village. You would deny ever needing human blood and he would laugh like you told him the funniest joke in the world. It was true. You didn’t know how long you could survive like this. Every day of him on top of you, and your body milking him for every drop of blood or otherwise. 

That is why you ran. You ran fast, faster than your mind could comprehend. The way you escaped was spontaneous. You stabbed him with a makeshift stake and took off. You were weak this time around since you were still feeding off of him. Vampire blood wasn’t like human blood so it could only sustain you for so long. You could barely stand and you were “out of breath” for the first time since you were turned. 

You collapsed onto the ground in a huff. You could barely move and to be completely honest you would’ve laid there forever. Forever… until you smelled something. You followed its scent even though you could barely control your senses. Your eyes were blurry and you could barely make out the small animal in front of you. 

When you finally did see it you frowned. It was a bunny. A small helpless bunny. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to harm it. There was no way so you turned away but the scent caught your attention again. You didn’t know when it got into your grasp or how. It was like you went into a frenzy. You couldn’t stop your body as your teeth pierced its soft flesh. You felt so much better after drinking its blood. You finally felt strong. You tried not to waste a single drop but some of it still ran down your chin. 

You heard the sound of twigs breaking. It made you pause in your position. You heard the sound of your name from a voice you loved. The tone immediately placated you. 

You turned around and the girl that stood there was in a black garb, the one she wore in mourning. You didn’t know how long it’s been since you’d last seen her. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. She still looked so beautiful since the day you last saw her. You looked at her and all those times Coriolanus had you, were now all over your mind. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. 

“Lucy Gray,” you sobbed and ran into her arms. 

She hugged you tightly to her or at least tried to. Usually, her arms felt tight around you. She always squeezed you like you were going to disappear from her. Now… she felt like nothing against you. 

She was warm and soft against you. You could smell her, sweet just like her soft lips. You tried to ignore it as she hugged you. You could feel her tears all over your neck. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” you kept saying. She pulled back and held your face. Her eyes were stuck on the blood that covered your chin. You wiped at it, not even wanting to meet her eyes. 

“Hush now… you’re okay. You’re with me now.” It got quiet after that Lucy Gray just stared at you while you stared at the ground. She said your name, holding your face up so you could look at her. “What happened?” 

You started shaking your head as you leaned into her, “I can’t- I don’t…” You didn’t want to talk about that, you just wanted to hold her and never let go. 

“Gorgeous…”

The nickname only caused an agonizing gasp to leave your cracked lips. How could she still call you that? You didn’t look like yourself. You thought you didn’t look like you were hers, so how could she still love you?

“How about we get you cleaned up?” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. It would only come out in a croak so you opted to nod. She took your hand and led you onto a path, a path you knew like the back of your hand. She slowly started to walk into the water with you. She walked until the water was around your waist. She rubbed off the dried blood on your chin and picked out the leaves and sticks in your hair. She rubbed off any remaining dirt and brought you back to the shoreline. 

You were quiet as you sat there. Lucy Gray couldn’t stop the glances that she threw at you. She was worried, the last time you went silent. Your sister was stolen from you.  

“Do you want to see Anibal?” She asked and you could only shake your head. 

You couldn’t stand the thought of him seeing you like this. You weren’t you. You were dead. You weren't his sister anymore. You were going to continue to be “alive” while he would grow old and die. You couldn’t live with yourself if you gave him that fate. It would be better for him to think his sister was dead. 

“I shouldn’t have come back…” you quietly said. Lucy Gray stared at you grabbing a hold of your hand. 

“No, don’t say that. I thought I lost you,” she said as she held your hand in her lap. 

“You did.” You stared into the water and watched as the waves crashed into the shore. You took your hand out of her lap and brought your knees to your chest. You were tired. No, tired wasn’t the right word. You felt dead. You started to cry again. You were in mourning for your life before the Blonde God. 

Lucy Gray took your face in her hands. She rubbed your cheeks and then your lips before pulling you into a kiss. You melted into it. You missed the feeling of her. She was your safety that was until you felt the presence of your master. You turned to see him staring daggers at you both. You got up immediately and pushed her behind you. 

“I gave thee eternal beauty… powers beyond the world has ever seen and thou betrayed me.”

“I… I just wanted to see her.”

“You almost killed me!” He screamed at you with so much malice you could only keep your gaze on the ground. He was berating you like you were a child though you almost killed him. You didn’t feel bad, maybe half of yourself did but you couldn't not fully. You never asked for it. You never wanted to be turned. You would rather be dead.

Lucy Gray stood next to you, standing ground. She glared at him, “Tis a shame really… that she didn’t kill thee. ‘would’ve been better off.” 

Coriolanus gaze was hard now like he couldn’t believe a human was talking to him in such a way. Before you knew it he was grabbing her and holding her by the throat. 

“No lesser being gets to speak to me like that. Especially you,” he said. You heard a sharp gasp come from her and you looked down at her chest to see the same stake you stabbed him with. He threw her onto the ground like she was nothing. You ran over to her tears flooded your eyes. You wanted to scream, to hurt Coriolanus, to do something but you couldn't, you could just hold her to your chest. 

She smiled at you as she held her chest, “Tis better this way…”

You shook your head as tears made their way down your cheeks. 

“I- I can’t live without you,” you cried, “I love you.” 

She started to cry too at the sound of your voice. She closed her eyes trying and sighed, “I love you too.” She held your face and wiped your tears. Her touch was always still so soft. Her eyes started to glaze over when a thought came from you.

You looked at your wrist and slowly you sliced the skin. You didn’t know if it would work but you still tried. Blood spilled onto the ground as you held it over her mouth. You were pulled from her immediately when a few drops fell into her mouth. 

“Foolish girl. It won’t work,” he angrily said as he pulled you close to him. He held his lips to your ear, you tried your best to pull him off. “She's dead, accept that.”

You screamed getting frustrated that you couldn’t pull him off of you. 

“Accept it.” He said. You finally accepted that you weren’t going to be let go. You sighed as you stared at Lucy Gray. You could feel tears coming back as you turned your head. 

. . . 

“Drink,” he spoke again. It was the tenth time he said it. You were a shaking crying mess as you bit into Io’s wrist. She passed out in your lap. You were glad she did when she first saw you. 

Every part of your body was raging at the smell of blood. Human blood. You groaned when the blood hit your tongue. You couldn’t say you didn’t miss the taste of human blood but you never felt more like a monster as you do now. 

You dropped Io’s hand when you had enough. You sighed deeply and wiped your mouth with your sleeve. You stared at Coriolanus as he tipped his head meaning you could finally go back to your room and sulk. He hasn’t touched you since Lucy Gray. However many weeks or months since that happened you haven’t drunk since. You were on a strike and you couldn’t bear the thought of drinking from him or anything else. You just wanted to die and be with the person you loved. The person who knew you, like the back of her hand. 

You dropped into your bed and started to cry again. That's all you did. Rest, cry, and repeat. You now had all the time in the world and you were wasting it crying. You knew if Lucy Gray were to see you now. She would be disappointed. She wouldn’t want you to cry about her, she would want you to be strong but you couldn’t. You had never had that thought of a world without her. A world without Lucy Gray. 

Now you were mourning her… and mourning your life. You missed your friends. Your little brother. Your mother. You would give anything to see them again. Just to feel their arms around you. 

The rain started to pick up as you cried. Thunder and lightning were all you could hear beyond your sobs. You then heard glass shatter and a figure floating at the edge of your window. You rubbed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows at the sight. You carefully walked over to find Lucy Gray. She was covered in blood. From the smell, it was animal and certain scents of human. Her head was tilted downward making her hair cover every inch of her face. 

“Lucy Gray…” you quietly said. You felt scared just by the sight of her. She landed on the glass shards. Her stepping on them caused a horrible sound. When she made her way to you, you couldn’t help but feel awful. She was here with you now. Changed… she was like you and you didn’t want that for her. 

“I missed you, gorgeous,” she whispered in your ear as her arms wrapped themselves around you. 

You stood there not knowing what to do. It took you a minute to hug her back. You heard the door open and watched as Coriolanus’s silhouette stood at the door. Lucy Gray pulled herself from you as she turned. She still held your waist as she stared at Coriolanus. She rubbed the side of your neck with her face causing blood to soak into your skin and nightgown. She grinned at Coriolanus when she was done and you didn’t know who to look at, your master or your undead lover.

#dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray my beloved #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #tbosas

[saberlight1]

let the light in — lucy gray baird

pairing: lucy gray baird x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, Y/N usage, established relationship, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i adore lucy gray so much !! i had to write about her i swear! she is my fav girl rn, and i hope you all enjoy this !

masterlist

After you cheated to help your tribute, Lucy Gray, you were banished to none other than District 12. Well, at first it was said to be 11, but you bribed the Peacekeeper’s with the remaining money you had.

At least in banishment you could attempt to find your songbird.

It was quite upsetting at first when you heard the news, mainly because you had to leave your friends behind, Coriolanus and Sejanus. Your family didn’t care much for you, and you felt the same about them.

But you didn’t have much to loose, so you were content with the decision— even if life in the Districts was very different than what you had previously known.

The first week, you didn’t see a glimpse of the brunette, but you were also extremely busy with settling in. You got a small apartment and a job as a nurse for the Peacekeepers.

It wasn’t until Saturday night when you were invited by some random girl from work to the local pub, known as the Hob. Needing some liquid courage you decided why not and tagged along.

But the second you stepped into those doors and heard that all-too familiar beautiful voice singing, your heart damn near stopped.

You can’t take my charm,

You can’t take my humor.

You can’t take my wealth, ‘cause it’s just a rumor.

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping,

No, nothing you can take was ever worth keeping.

She sung the same song she did the first time you saw her, the smile on your face only growing as she came into view. You continued your walk throughout the crowd, splitting off with the people you came with to get closer to the girl.

Thinkin’ your so fine, thinkin’ you can have mine.

Thinkin’ your in control, think you’ll change me,

Maybe rearrange me, think again if that’s your goal!

She smiled brightly as she strummed her guitar for the intermission, as when she turned her eyes fell onto you. Shock was obvious on her face, the girl almost stopping the strumming of her guitar by it. The wide eyes she had were replaced with smiling ones as it sank in. You sent a small wave and a nod her way, the girl’s smiling only growing as she ran back up to the mic.

Can’t take my sass, can’t talk my talkin’.

You can kiss my ass, then keep on walkin’.

Nothing you could take was ever worth keepin’.

Oh, nothin’ you could take was ever worth keepin’.

She sang her heart out, her eyes and that smile never leaving your gaze.

Nothing you could take from me is worth dirt.

Take it, ‘cause I’d give it free, it won’t hurt.

Nothing you could take was ever worth keepin’.

No, nothing you could take was ever worth keepin’.

Her and the Covey Band finished the song with cheers and claps erupting from the crowd, more specifically, you.

“Thank you, 12, for another night.” She bowed, nodding before leaving the stage.

You followed her with your gaze, shuffling through the crowd in an attempt to get to her. After a moment of shoving and apologizing, you finally got backstage.

You walked through the corridor. “Lucy Gray?” You called, cautious with your steps. You nearly jumped out of your skin when she jumped on your back.

She let out giggles at your yelp, smiling against your hair as she left kisses on your neck and shoulders. The feeling of her lips on your skin sent tingles down your spine as you remembered the kisses you shared through fences in the moonlight.

“Y/N!” She smiled, jumping off your back to properly hug you. She pulled your into her arms, her head going into the crook of your neck.

“Hi,” You whispered as she pulled back, a smile on her face.

“I thought I’d never see you again, oh, I thought they killed you. That’s what the rumors around here said.” Her southern drawl mixed with her concern pulled a smile out of you.

“I’m okay, they just banished me here.” You explained, you hand coming up to rub her worry lines away with your thumb. She smiled at the action, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. “Other than a few punches, they treated me well. Bribed ‘em into putting me in twelve, y’know I had to come back for my songbird.” You brushed some hair behind her ear.

She turned a light shade of pink at the nickname you gave to her the first time you met at the train station. “How long are you stayin’?”

“Forever, I guess.” You shrugged. “I don’t really have anyone else to go back to, really. My parents pretty much disobeyed me, and all I had at the Capitol were Coryo and Sejanus.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” She grabbed your hand, squeezing.

“It’s alright, bird. I’m with you, that makes it okay.” You teased, smiling.

She stared into your eyes for a moment, her honey eyes flickering down to your lips. Without a word, she turned on her heel, her hand still laced with yours and pulled you into a small room.

You followed with furrowed eyebrows, opening your mouth to say something, but the second the door closed you were pinned to it, her lips on yours.

You moaned against her lips in shock, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks, deepening the kiss. Her hands squeezed your hips as she smiled against your lips. When you pulled back for air, the smile never left her face.

“I missed you, so much.” She whispered. “I can’t wait to introduce you to the Covey, they’re gonna love you.”

Your thumb rubbed against the scar on her cheekbone. “I can’t wait either, bird.”

She left another kiss on your lips before turning on her heel, and running to the corner, rummaging through a chest on the floor.

You walked over to the middle of the room, a love-sick smile on your face as you watched the girl.

She turned back to you with the same rose you gave her all those weeks ago in the train station, a mischievous glint in her eye. When she was eye to eye with you, she presented it with a curtesy.

“Y/N, will you give me the honorable title of your girlfriend?” She asked, a teasing smile on her face with a serious tone in her voice.

“Why, yes, Ms. Baird, I would love to.” You accepted the rose, your cheeks dusted pink as she ran forward to connect your lips again, giggling.

Your heart was full as you held your songbird, love being shared in your kiss. Yeah, you thought, I’m gonna be okay here. 

And in the arms of your lover, nothing could hurt you anymore.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #lucy gray baird x fem reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray #lucy gray baird x reader #tbosas #coriolanus snow

[katnissandpeetamellark]

#Lucy gray baird #Lucy Gray #lucy gray my beloved #The ballad of songbirds and snakes #TBOSAS #Coriolanus Snow #billy taupe clade #Billy Taupe #I just feel like this would come out of her mouth during a performance lol #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #thg the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[deepseaorchid]

She's a Rainbow - Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader

Summary: Three short stories of moments where you fall deeper in love with your girlfriend, Lucy Gray. Inspired by Molly Tuttle's cover of the song "She's a Rainbow."

Pairing: (established relationship) Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I have a crush on Rachel Zegler. I wanted to try something different with this, so the formatting may be experimental.

“She comes in colours everywhere,”

“She combs her hair”

“She’s like a rainbow”

Lucy Gray Baird sat by the dock of the lake, combing her slender fingers through her wet hair absentmindedly. From the shore, you minded some of the younger Covey children, weaving some of the early Katniss blossoms into bracelets for them. As you tied the green vine around Maude Ivory’s slender wrist, you glanced up. Lucy Gray looked out over the glistening water, watching the sun cast golden reflections over the water. This low light only highlighted the colours in her hair, lighting it up different hues of brown and red mixed in with the dark.

She glanced over at you, meeting your eyes. You felt your face heat up but she only beamed at you. You smiled back at her. Maude Ivory called your name, snapping you back to attention. You looked down at her wrist. The green vines off the flower bracelet that had previously been braided had begun to come undone. You weren’t braiding them tight enough.

“Pay attention!” She giggled, shoving your shoulders gently with her free hand. You breathed a soft laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” you smiled. You tried your best to focus on gently braiding the vines and stems of the Katniss plant together. The tall grass beside you shifts, and soft hair tickles against your shoulder. You glanced down. Lucy Gray leaned her head against your shoulder, her tan arm linked around yours. She sighed and leaned deeper into you. You rested your head against hers as you finished gently pulling the flower heads out from the inside of the bracelet, tying the vines off to finish. Maude Ivory held her hand out in front of her, admiring your work.

“You did such a good job!” She smiled before getting up and running off towards Clerk Carmine and Barb Azure. You smiled down at your now-empty hands before turning to Lucy Gray. Feeling you shift, she glanced up at you through her eyelashes. The low sun shone against the right side of her face, warming and lighting up her deep brown eyes. You tucked a loose strand of dark curly hair behind her ears.

“Have I ever told you that you have amber speckles in your eyes?” You whispered.

“Only a hundred times over, darling,” Lucy Gray smiled, leaning up and capturing your lips with hers. You smile against her sweet lips, caressing her cheek.

Lucy Gray grabbed your cheek, pinching gently. She pulled you in closer to her, peppering your soft cheek with a dozen tiny kisses, her lips pressing harder and harder against your cheek each time. You laugh hard. Lucy Gray smiles with each additional kiss. Finally letting up, she pulled away. Both of you were still giggling, trying to catch your breath. You pressed your forehead against hers.

“I love you,” you say between laughs, pecking her cheek once more.

“I love you too,” she smiled.

The glaring sun disappeared beyond the treeline as evening set upon District 12. You and Lucy Gray packed up your belongings for the day.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes, guys!” You called out to the younger Covey members out in the lake. A chorus of disappointed sighs called out from the water. You chuckled and busied yourself with tidying up, packing away picnic blankets and sweaters into your wicker basket you had brought with you.

“You’re a natural with them, you know?” Lucy Gray’s voice sounded out from behind you. You turned to look at her. She was covering her eyes, squinting slightly into the setting sun.

“Who? The kids?” You asked, hands still busy packing up wet clothes, blankets and toys from the day.

“Mhmm,” she sighed, walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your stomach and burying her face in your neck. You reached down and took her slender fingers in yours, stroking your thumb over each of her knuckles.

“I could stay here forever, like this,” you whispered, voice barely audible. A gust of wind blew, and long dry grass tickled against your legs.

Lucy Gray only hummed in agreement, placing a soft kiss against the back of your neck.

Taking a deep breath in, you called out to the Covey.

“Time to go!”

Another cacophony of protests. Lucy Gray laughed hard, pulling you closer into her chest.

…

“Have you seen her dressed in blue?"

Lucy Gray twirled through the marketplace, a small bag in her hand. You trailed just behind her.

“Hurry up! There’s a reason we miss out on every good deal!” She laughed. You smiled down at your feet, dodging muddy puddles in the dirt road winding between stalls. Lucy Gray waltzed around the different stalls, the white skirt she wore spun elegantly. She reached her arms up to the sky, her bright blue blouse lifted up ever so slightly, exposing the skin on her stomach. Her blouse was almost the same colour as the sky after the rainfall - no, more beautiful. The deep cerulean colour complimented her features perfectly, lighting her eyes up as she smiled. 

She stopped in front of a stall with a burgundy awning, admiring the wares. This gave you just enough time to catch up. You squeeze past an elderly couple on the busy street and join her side. 

Lucy Gray held something in her hand, you couldn’t tell what it was. You watched her hand over a few coins to the shopkeeper - a wiry man holding a small child on his hip. You smiled at the both of them as Lucy Gray linked her fingers through yours, squeezing your hand.

“What did you buy?” You asked her, rubbing your nose against her cheek. She giggled, looking down.

“You’ll see,” she smiled mischievously. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Please?” You ask, trying your best to give her puppy-dog pleading eyes. Lucy Gray’s cheeks blushed a gentle pink and she stuck out her bottom lip.

“Later? Promise it’ll be worth it,” she said. You sigh and nod your head, smiling before pecking her lips.

“See the sky in front of you”

The rain from earlier in the day had tapered off. Occasionally, a large droplet would fall on your head, or a gentle sprinkle would rain down on you. By now, the clouds were high and fluffy, as the day went on, the sky began to match the blue of your girlfriend’s blouse. Mud caked your shoes as you walked across the winding market roads. Lucy Gray’s fingers tickled your palm as she walked beside you.

“Want to stop for a bit?” She asked, turning to face you. You smiled sweetly at her.

“I think there’s a bench by that stall just ahead.” You said softly. 

Leading the way, you wind an arm around her waist and walk with her to a small wooden bench. Little puddles of rainwater lingered on the old wood. You pulled a blanket out from your small bag and placed it over the seat before sitting down.

Lucy Gray assumed her position next to you, tucking her shoulder into your side and resting her head against yours. You turn slowly and press a light kiss against her forehead. She sighed, content.

Around you, shoppers rushed around, desperate to snatch up deals in the dirty, open-air market. A flock of starlings flew above, chittering and dodging around lamp posts and buildings. The air around you was cool and damp, contrasting heavily to your loving girlfriend next to you. Her warm hand reached up and touched your face. Her fingers traced around your cheekbones, gently down to your jaw, before tracing the outline of your lips with her finger nail. Your eyes flicked down to her red lips, tilting your head slightly before capturing them in yours. She kissed you back almost instantly, wrapping her slender hand around the back of your neck. She pulled you into her lips deeper and you hum softly, eliciting a giggle from her.

“What?” You smile, pecking her lips one, two, three more times.

“Nothing,” she giggled back. Your hand trailed down to her side, poking her stomach gently. She shrieked and laughed and the sensation.

“Does that tickle?” You smirk. Reaching forward, you attack her with your fingers again. She squirms in your embrace as she tries to get away from you. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me what’s on your mind,” you smile against her skin, your lips ghosting across her neck. Lucy Gray reaches a shaky hand up and touches your shoulder. You lean back, lowering your hands. In between fits of laughter, she gasps out.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” You smile at your little victory.

Lucy Gray reaches into the pocket of her skirt and pulls out a small object wrapped in white cloth. She places it in the palm of your hand, biting her lip nervously. She looked so beautiful.

“Open it!” She says, adjusting herself to get a better view of the item in the cloth and your pretty face.

Your fingers delicately unwrap the thin fabric. Inside was a glistening indigo hairpin. You turned it over in your hand, holding it closer to your face. The winding metal depicted a little sparkling swan. 

You reached your arms forward and lunged at Lucy Gray, squeezing her thin frame tightly. 

“Thank you,” you muttered against her skin, burying your head into her neck. You felt her fingernail trace shapes up and down your spine.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly, kissing your hair and forehead.

“I love you.”

“Have you seen a lady fairer?”

…

“Have you seen her all in gold?”

Lucy Gray twirled around the stage, the metal accents of her blouse jangled to the melody her and the Covey members played. You smiled from off stage, hands clasped together as you cheered her performance on silently. 

You spent the last few weeks meticulously sewing together. Her outfit was regal, as close to royalty as District 12 could get. Her pale purple skirt flew out from underneath her as she twirled. You had dyed it with a bowl of crushed blackberries you had spent what little earnings you had on. The completion of the skirt had been marked with celebration in the Covey, your sweet girlfriend baking a blackberry tart just for you out of the remnants of the crushed juice and fruit.

Lucy Gray jumped around as she strummed her guitar, the little gold beads on tassels around the blouse neckline clinked together, adding an extra layer to the percussion of the song. They weren’t real gold, of course. You made them from flattened and rolled bronze, painting each one of them a pale yellow to give it the desired expensive appearance. It was only noticeable how tacky they looked up close. The audience would be none the wiser. Despite your struggles with finishing the blouse, Lucy Gray swore up and down just how much she loved it, trying it for you first, easing your worries and doubts.

“Like a queen in days of old”

Lucy Gray’s voice carried through the air of the Hob as peacekeepers and miners alike danced in front of the stage, spinning and tapping their feet against the hard floor. You watched her from the backstage area. Performing came naturally to her, her magnetic nature drawing others deeper and deeper into her song. She had a natural way of drawing others into her music and her. Her charm impacts you most of all. The upbeat melody of her guitar had a small smile drawing at the corners of your lips. You felt your head nodding along to her voice and the music.

Lucy Gray turned her head to look at you backstage. It was only momentarily, but it was enough to send a bolt of electricity through you, shocking you back to your senses. Your gaze softened as your eyes met her kind gaze. From this angle, the stage lights illuminated the left side of her face perfectly. The silver lighting cast a ring over her hair and face, like a halo or a tiara. She always looked regal, but tonight, she looked like the embodiment of grace. Your heart skipped, like it always does, when she looked at you. With only a glance, she signified to you that this would be the last song of the evening. You nodded, turning on your heels and disappearing behind the curtain to head to her dressing room.

“She shoots colours all around”

The red door to the dressing rooms clicked behind you. In the dim light of the backstage dressing room, you were tidying some Lucy Gray’s makeup away for her. Stacking containers and vials on top of one another in her little wooden makeup case. Preoccupied with making sure you had packed all of your love’s makeup essentials, you failed to hear the door open behind you again. Your breath hitched as you felt a pair of slender, warm hands snake around your hips.

“Did you like my song?” Lucy Gray’s sweet voice rang out from behind you. You turned around, smiling wide and holding her hands in place over top of your waist.

“I loved it,” you whispered to her, your eyes flicking down to her bright red lips. She said nothing, only tilting her head slightly, briefly capturing your lips.

“I wrote it for you, you know? That song,” she giggled. Your breath hitched.

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You hadn’t even paid attention to the lyrics, too focused on your girlfriend’s captivating aura. Her captivating aura naturally drew others in whenever she assumed her place in the spotlight. That included you, who clearly should have been paying more attention. 

She only nodded in response. “You do so much for me, for the whole Covey, but me especially. I didn’t know how else to thank you for this.” she said softly, gesturing down at the ‘gold’ embellishments of her blouse. Her soft doe eyes met yours, and within an instant your lips were against her lips, kissing her hard. You kissed her as though she was made of honey, pulling her bottom lip over and over again hungrily. Pulling away, you dip your head to the crook of her neck and push her against the dressing table. The mirror rattled slightly at the force of two people’s weight against it. You linked your right hand in hers, your other hand placed on her waist. Lucy Gray wrapped her free arm around your shoulders, pulling you in impossibly close to her. You felt her heart hammering against her chest, pressed against yours. 

“You’re the brightest star in the sky, Lucy Gray,” you whispered against her skin, squeezing her hand tighter.

“I shine just for you, darling,” she smiled.

“Like a sunset going down”

Leaving the Hob, you trekked through mud, arm in arm with Lucy Gray and the rest of the covey trailing behind. The evening rain splashed against your skin, wetting your eyelashes. Lucy Gray’s makeup was beginning to smudge. 

“You look like a racoon,” you laugh, holding her head in your hands and swiping your thumb against her lower eyelids. She looked down, catching a glimpse of her reflection in a puddle. She instantly burst out cackling, a sound akin to bells chiming, grabbing you tighter as she laughed at her appearance.

The remainder of the earlier sunset were barely visible in the sky. Now, District 12 was bathed in a lavender light. The laughter of the Covey echoed through red brick allies, making nearby Peacekeepers turn their heads as you marched through mud, soaked to the skin. Clerk Carmine ran ahead, springing up and leaping into a puddle, showering your already wet selves. As the water flew, it captured the light from nearby streetlights and the lavender sunset. For only a brief moment, time slowed down and you saw a million rainbows reflected in the water droplets. A rainbow only reflected in Lucy Gray’s eyes as she turned to you, beaming a wide smile that lit up her eyes. A smile so radiant it put the sun to shame. A smile she reserved only for you.

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