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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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Cuddle Time part 4

warnings- pregnancy, vomit, fluff, the hunger games

You woke up feeling sick to your stomach, you patted Coryo on the shoulder, shaking him awake as you called for him. “Coryo, I need help.” You begged.

“What is it?” He asked, bolting up. “Did your water break? Is she coming?”

“I need to puke.”

“Okay,” Coryo let out, rushing out of bed to help you to the bathroom, as you started crying. “It’s okay, it’s okay, darling rose. Don’t cry.”

You got to the bathroom and he helped you to the floor, holding your hair back as you puked into the toilet.

When you were done you leaned back, breathing heavily, tears streaming down.

“Shh, it’s okay my love.” He cooed, kissing the back of your head, holding you close, as he ran his hand along your stomach in a soothing pattern. “I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

“I’m so tiered.”

“I know. I know petal. But she’ll be her any day now, and everything will be worth it yeah? Once she’s here I can help you more.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

“But what about Panem? It needs its president.”

“And the president’s family needs him more.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.” You bawled. “I can take care of her. I’m sure Penny would help.”

“Darling, darling,” Coryo cut in. “Hey, stop. It’s okay, just breathe. Breath. There you go. I’m going to help take care of our little girl. I’m going to spoil her rotten remember?”

The two of you were waiting for the games to start, mingling with other superior people. You stayed by Coryo’s side as he said hello and shook people’s hands. Trying to keep calm even though the baby was being restless. Coryo had an arm wrapped around you, hand on your bump and you wondered if he could also feel the baby.

The baby kicked harder than they have before and you had to bit down a groan. You were praying that Coryo didn’t feel it, but you know he did when he turned to look at you instead of the person he was talking to.

You smiled at him, trying to reassure him, as you grabbed his hand and slipped from his grip. “Excuse me.” You said. “I’m just going to go to the ladies room.”

You waddled your way there as fast as you could on your own and locked the door behind you.

You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror, hands running along your stomach, pushing down on your dress to show just how big you looked.

You hated how big you looked. You had never been this big, and you knew it was because your child, but you hated it. You tried to blink the tears away when you heard a knock on the door.

“Love?” You heard Coryo ask, fear lacing his voice. “Love are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” You crook, choking on your tears.

“Darling, what happened? Petal, I need you to let me in. Can you do that?”

You sighed as you waddled to the door and unlocked it. Coryo quickly opened it and locked it after him, turning his attention to you.

“What is it?” He asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. “Is she coming? Did your water break?”

“No.” You cried.

“Then what is it honey?” He asked, gingerly wiping a tear away.

“She won’t stop moving, and I just hate how I look. I’m the biggest I’ve ever been, and I haven’t seen my feet in forever, and I can’t move well, im the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been, and I’m just so big.”

“Shh shh. That’s okay. That’s all okay. I know you’re so uncomfortable, and I wish I could help you with that, I really do. But unfortunately the only thing I can truly help you with is moving around, I’m always here to help. But as for being big. I don’t care that it’s the biggest you’ve ever been. You’re still the most beautiful lady in all of Panem. And even more pretty if that even possible. I know you can’t wait for our little girl to be here, and I can’t either. But my love you look absolutely radiant carrying our child.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Really my love.” He smiled, kissing your head. “The games will be starting soon, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

The two of you walked to your seats and Coryo helped you down, than sat next to you, wrapping one hand around your arms and the other hand placed protectively on you bump.

Unfortunately the baby didn’t calm down, she just kept moving and kicking and hitting you. You wanted to cry but knew you couldn’t because the games were about to start.

Coryo could feel the baby and looked at you. He saw the tears in your eyes and leaned in, kissing your head and whispering, “Do we need to go home my love?”

“No,” you replied. “The games are about to start.”

Right after you said that the countdown started and then the buzzer went off.

You watched as kids brutally murdered each other or he killed as you held your bump, thankful that your baby never had to do that. You wanted to cry and throw up from what you were watching when you felt a liquid on your legs and dress.

You looked down and then gasped as you felt the baby again.

Coryo whipped his head around and looked at you.

“My water broke,” you let out.

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kashi-pon · 6 months

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what if president x president wife ....

but yuri?

Sacho and his wife but make it epic.

#pikmin #pikmin president #pikmin president's wife #mai artz

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lemonlimonn · 2 months

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doodles! to spend the night (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.)

#white pikmin #purple pikmin #doodles #louie pikmin #olimar pikmin #pikmin #president pikmin #olimar's wife

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sleepsentry · 3 months

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Olimar is a seahorse dad :]

Also I imagine hocotacians grow one or two smallish eggs in their tums and lay them after a few months, the eggs are incubated for a couple more months, (imagine a cozy little den with a heat lamp and blankets) then the babies hatch in a "larval" state (basically just human babies but a bit squishier) and quickly grow into more conventional babies over a few weeks.

Trans trans trans trans

Alien headcannon below

#digital art #sleepycomics #pikmin fanart #pikmin #captain olimar #olimar pikmin #company president pikmin #pikmin 1 #pikmin 2 #olimars wife #olimar's family #cw pregnancy

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summerdiphylleia · 5 months

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The next right thing

Chapter 1: The 74th Hunger Games

Summary: Felicia has always been succesful at overlooking the tributes' names and faces, but ignoring Katniss Everdeen was proving to be a rather difficult task. And she hated herself for it.

pairing: coriolanus snow x wife!oc

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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“Are you ready, my dear? Our guests are arriving.”

Felicia stood against the bathroom counter, staring at the mirror. The same mirror that had been looking back at her for over twenty years. Two decades, wasting away in that mansion. It was hard to believe so many years had passed, but the reflection in front of her reminded Felicia of all the years gone by. There were wrinkles around her eyes, and the skin sagged a little around her cheeks and her neck.

She was often offered ‘enhancements’, as they liked to call it in the Capitol, but she refused all of them with a polite smile. She liked the way she looked, worn down as she was. Her eyes remained the same tender, amber brown, although they carried more wisdom and worry than before. Her hair still bore hints of the soft, buttery blonde colour she kept from her youth, but was starting to get lost within the handful of grey hairs she’d grown in the last couple of years. She usually had them fixed by her hairdresser, but didn’t brood on it so much. She took pride in carrying sixty years of age, and she didn’t mind showing it.

She turned around, and found her husband waiting with a hand extended for her. He also showed signs of ageing, even more so than her: his once impeccable blonde hair had turned completely white, and his face looked withered down; like her he had declined any offers of going under the knife.

But he had kept his height —he still very much towered over her— and every so often, when the Games were far off and politics sat low on his mind, Felicia could swear she got glimpses of his younger self on his eyes: on the way they curved into a smile after she teased him, on the way they shone whenever they discussed a subject he was keen on, on the way they kept on sharing that spark, that boyish grin, with a man from her past that hadn't been as yearning for power, as corrupted by it.

“Your bowtie is not properly fastened,” she chuckled, reaching towards him, “let me get it.”

He studied her, while she worked on fixing his tie, leisurely scanning her from top to bottom. She wasn’t wearing anything too fancy, a simple maroon dress embroidered with small golden flowers, and a pair of small heels matching in colour. Her hair was half up in a bow, and makeup sat simple, not at all too extravagant, on her face. “You look ravishing, dearest.” He whispered, lovingly. She kept focused on straightening his bowtie, but she could feel her cheeks turning the colour of her dress. She wished he wouldn’t say such things so often. It sounded so real.

Felicia simply hummed in response. “Arabella called,” she explained, in a soft voice, “she told me Max and her wouldn’t be able to attend today’s… gathering.” He stiffened at her words.

“As they couldn’t last year. And the year before.” He remarked. Felicia briefly glanced at him, and returned her gaze to his collar. “There,” she mumbled, patting on it, “all fixed. You look very handsome.”

He didn’t reply to her, and simply adjusted his suit. He didn’t share his words with her, but she could guess what kind of thoughts raced through his mind. Every time they drifted onto that particular issue, her mind replayed one conversation they had many, many years ago.

“What exactly are you accusing me of? Turning our infant children into rebels?” She snickered, chasing after him at an amused pace, but Felicia quickly regretted her words. Coriolanus went still, and when he turned around, the look on his face made her flinch. That was the only time she ever felt truly afraid of him. He didn’t just convey rage through his eyes, his whole body swelled on it. He suddenly grew inches in height, and his expression darkened, and she was nothing but a little girl once again. She felt all of her boldness flush away at the sight of him, regretting having allowed herself to yield into such insolence.

He strode towards her, eyes narrowing in a viperous manner, “don’t joke with that,” he hissed. She raised her gaze, her eyes met his, and anger dropped from his face all at once, and he swiftly glanced around. “Don’t say things like that out loud, you know better than that.”

She lowered her head. She did know better than that.

She hated losing her temper. Every time she lost control, he took it.

Felicia pursed her lips. “I’m sorry,” the words dragged out of her mouth, “but I’m setting my foot down on this. I don’t want them watching that… that thing.”

Irritation flashed through his eyes once again, then he turned his back at her, and started walking away. “Fine.”

That was the first time, but not the last one, that an orange pill found its way into her nightstand.

Felicia blinked the memory away. “Don’t dwell on it, darling,” she sighed, “they’re too busy with work, that’s it. I’ll call them and arrange dinner for the five of us some other time, alright?”

It was his turn to simply hum in response.

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The day went by in a blur. Felicia put on the same act she does every time she’s surrounded by such a crowd: she smiles, and laughs and comments on everyone’s gowns, and makes sure no guest ever has to stand with an empty glass on their hand; and she keeps close to Coriolanus and kisses him and pretends they are a perfectly loving couple. Surprisingly, that remains the easiest part of the facade.

She doesn’t really pay attention to anything in particular during those days, rather she seeks a void within her. To her, the reaping was nothing but an affair she needed to get through, as cautiously as possible. She doesn’t focus on any of the tributes, she always tries to ignore their faces; they would all die anyway. All but one. One lucky Victor. A lucky child she would get used to seeing in most of the pretentious parties she attended, usually accompanied by a disturbingly older man from one of the high positions in society, who didn’t need to care about keeping his hands to himself. Only seldomly she wouldn’t see said Victor around in such gatherings and, not long after their absence was noted, she would hear the news of their family passing away in some tragic accident. Those nights she went to sleep concluding she’d made an art form out of turning a blind eye.

The reaping came and went, and before she knew it she found herself in front of the whole Capitol, watching along the parade of the twenty four tributes. Once again, Felicia forced herself into haziness, avoiding to stare at any particular tribute. But the cameras kept on focusing on two of the tributes, though, and their faces were shown on the screens more often than not, even during the President’s speech. She recognised them, they were the two tributes from District 12. Felicia remembered her reapings. That girl… Katniss Everdeen, she’d volunteered for her sister, a little girl whose expression of fear made it obvious it was the first year her name was on the bowl.

Felicia scolded herself for remembering her name. It would hurt so much more when she ultimately learnt of her death.

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The gardens were in full bloom that time of the year, and Felicia often found herself walking around them, buntal hat on her head, and a pair of pruning scissors on her hand. That morning she was being accompanied by her husband, and Theodore, their youngest son. He was a tall boy, with piercing blue eyes, just like his father. His older brother, Maximus, had also inherited most of Coriolanus’s appearance. It was Arabella, the marriage’s only daughter, who looked the spitting image of her.

They were strolling around the rosarium, tending to the flowers, when Ivan, Coriolanus’ personal bodyguard, a big, brooding man with eyes of a hawk, approached them in a soft trot. “Mr. Crane is here to see you, sir.”

“Ah, yes,” her husband nodded, putting his scissors on Theo’s hand, “I’ve called for him.” Felicia turned her gaze towards him, annoyance creeping on her mien, but didn’t say anything. She forced her face into a welcoming expression, as Ivan brought the younger man to them.

“Seneca,” she greeted him in a kind tone, with a warm smile while offering her hand to him, “how lucky of us you’re visiting us.”

“Mrs. Snow, you look as exquisite as always.” He addressed her, leaving a kiss on her hand. He bore a worryingly stiff grin on his face. “Sir, young man.”

“Do tell me you’re joining us for lunch?” She urged him, with a cadence only her husband would be able to recognize as fake. “The cook is making some delicious salmon bites, you would be a lunatic for missing them.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, Felicia, the Games don't run all by themselves.”

She turned her lips into a cheeky pout, and then her face split into a grin. “Then you’ll have to let me invite you over some other time, so I can properly commend you for the wonderful job you’re doing on them.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiled.

Coriolanus and Felicia shared a brisk glance, and she took Theodore by his shoulder. “Come on, sweetling, let’s keep our path. There’s a rosebush over there that desperately needs our help.”

They waved the gamemaker goodbye, and moved on with their way. Theo looked at her like he wanted to say something else, but she discreetly shushed him, guiding him into a more isolated spot, away from the two men and prying ears of the greenkeepers.

The pair sat on a bench, next to a particularly unkempt bush, and she showed him where the plant needed to be trimmed and neatened.

“Mom, why do you hate Seneca?” The boy asked, cautiously, while indifferently working on the roses.

The question caught her by surprise, and Felicia couldn’t help but giggle, until she saw the serious expression on his face.“What makes you think I hate him?” She questioned him, puzzled.

“It is because he’s in charge of the Games, isn’t it?” He muttered, “I don’t like him either.”

Felicia put the scissors away, and gently stroked his hair. “Sweetheart, where is this coming from?” She asked.

“They make us watch the Games at the Academy, did you know?” He explained, meeting her gaze. She nodded. Of course she was aware. She knew it was only a matter of time before he started commenting on it. “Most of my classmates think it’s some kind of… show, like it’s nothing but entertainment.”

It pained Felicia to see the defeated look on his face, but she couldn’t help but think of how lucky she was to be having such a conversation with her son, condemning the Games from their very privileged position. She couldn’t bring herself to imagine what mothers in the districts were forced to tell their children. Once again, a sneaky thought crept into her mind. “What if you killed him?” She blinked it away.

“Well, you can’t blame all of them, honey,” she sighed, “it’s what they’re instilled.”

“I know,” he murmured, “I guess I’m just glad you taught us better than that.”

Felicia smiled, and wrapped him in a hug, leaving a kiss on his head. “You know you can’t say that kind of thing around others, right?” She whispered into his ear. He nodded. She grimaced. She had taught them right.

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The rest of the week went by just as fast. Felicia was demanded to be in the front of the crowd for the tribute interviews, and she did it gracefully. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t help but notice the tributes from District 12. They had bewitched all of the Capitol citizens, especially after the boy had come forward with his crush for Katniss. For the girl, she reminded herself. Everyone swooned over the star-crossed lovers, but Felicia could tell a performance when she saw one. And she had to recognise, it was a very smart one indeed, surely it was securing them with a good amount of patrons.

With the interviews gone by, and the tributes already within the arena, Felicia could finally numb the rest of the Games out. They were the only thing everyone in the mansion and the Capitol could talk about of course, but she had always found it easy to disappear into her tasks. She answered correspondence, decorated the mansion, went for fashion fittings, attended charity events, visited her two oldest children, occasionally helping them with their work at the hospital. It felt nice reminiscing about her days as a surgeon, when she actually felt useful for something.

She had Lan, her trusted bodyguard for over twenty years, update her on any news about the Games, in case she found it necessary to discuss such events with anyone of political importance, and day after day she was surprised she felt relieved to hear the District 12 tributes were still alive.

One day, she heard Cesar Flickerman come into television, announcing that if two tributes of the same district were the last remaining survivors, the two would be declared winners. And for the first time in over thirty years, Felicia sat down and watched the Hunger Games.

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so, this might be turning into a series after all! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x wife!oc #coriolanus snow x wife #the hunger games #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x oc #president snow #president snow x wife!oc #president snow x oc #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #coriolanus snow wife #coriolanus snow x original female character #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the hunger games fanfiction #coriolanus snow x y/n

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ladyathenawisdom · 5 months

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Trap | Prologue

Warnings: Fluff, Mature Themes, Violence, Corruption, Manipulation, Mentions of Smut, Mentions of Killing.

If anyone asked the Capitol what soulmates looked like, either platonic or romantic, two names would appear in their minds.

Coriolanus Snow and Lalina Trap.

Two of the best students at the Academy in the Capital.

And the President Of Panem and the First Lady of Panem.

Soulmates; It was a word that couldn't even possibly explain the friendship between Lalina Trap and Coriolanus Snow. The two seemed more than that.

They had been the best of friends ever since they had met. Never once leaving the other, no one could see one of them without the other. The two seemed to be in sync, almost as if they were the same person sharing one mind.

But then again, they didn't share the same personalities for no reason at all. The two were good, really good, clever and tactical. Their minds fresh and sharp, cunning and devious all the same. Afterall, the two seemed to click for a reason after all.

Power and Love. They craved it, they wanted it, but more then that; They wanted each other.

But rejection and the ruining of their friendship kept them apart, the fear of losing the other kept them apart. Yet, the two also seemed to want each other because of that. Because the other craved power, because they were devious and psychotic. They were the same person in two different bodies.

But while Coriolanus looked to be devious, Lalina looked innocent. She was a innocent young woman, never letting anyone see her true face. Except her best friend, Corio, she had nicknamed, who knew her truly.

The saying was: Snow Lands On Top

But there was another saying.

Never ever fall in Lalina Trap's trap. She was a trap for a reason, her traps never failed.

Never Fall Into Her Trap.

The two couldn't stand to see other people around the other, they couldn't stand the other getting hurt, emotionally or even physically. They were meant to be, they were meant to be together, they were meant to rule. The perfect power couple.

Two Monsters In Love.

Laughs and cheers were heard all around as the pary commenced, right after the 74th Hunger Games. The two victors had been crowned, surprisingly and not surprisingly of District 12. Then again, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, were the famous love couple. Their gossip and love story had become quite popular and had spread all around the Capitol and the districts.

Katniss walked side by side with her man, a fake smile on her face as she held Peeta's hand as they followed after Haymitch and Effie who was talking about something related to the party.

The female victor looks over in front of her when she hears boisterous laughter, she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. It wasn't surprising to see such loud things happening at a party, buy she could hear the compliments and sweet talks of the ladies and men all around.

As if they were complimenting someone.

Haymich also pauses, something flashes in his eyes as the people move away to reveal a bodyguard. The man turns before he walks to the side, revealing a woman.

Katniss blinked in shock, the woman was absolutely beautiful. She looked fairly old, but that didn't seem to dull her beauty, in fact, it seemed as if it enhanced it. And unlike the fashion of the capital, she was dressed quite simply yet elegantly.

Her platinum blonde hair, almost white, was in a half updo and half down. Her brown eyes were like two doe eyes staring right at her, yet sharp like daggers. Her lips were heart-shaped and painted pink. Her makeup was tame compared to the rest of the Capitol, but she looked beautiful in the simplicity.

She was wearing a long brown gown, smooth and light. She wore light jewelry compared to others, light golden earrings, bracelets around her wrists and a few rings on her fingers. But despite that, the energy that radiated off her was powerful and strong.

Katniss narrows her eyes, spotting the snowflake pendent around her neck, seeing the word 'trap' on it.

Haymitch chuckles, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

The woman's lips immediately break out into a wide smile, looking eager and surprised. "Haymitch!" She exclaims with a chuckle, holding a drink that had a pink liquid in it. "How are you?" She smiles kindly, her doe eyes twinkling.

Haymich smiles, looking tipsy yet knowing where he was currently. "Ahh, just showing the victors where the real party was." He says, looking over at his tributes. "Katniss, Peeta. I want you to meet our lady of Panem. The First Lady Of Panem and President Snow's Wife. Lalina Trap-Snow." He smiles politely.

Lalina's eyes snap towards Peeta and Katniss, eyeing them carefully. "Ahh, yes. The famous couple I've been hearing about, finally getting to meet them." She smiles.

Katniss didn't seem to think the smile was genuine.

Lalina's eyes linger on the pin on Katniss's dress. "What a lovely pin," she remarks, taking a sip of her drink.

Katniss merely nods, looking hesitant.

"You're very beautiful." Peeta says, staring at her in what looked like awe almost.

Katniss side eyes him.

Haymitch coughs.

A laugh bubbles out of Lalina's lips. "Wow, that must be the most genuine thing I have heard from someone other than my husband." She chuckles, clearing her throat as she maintained her posture.

Katniss continued to stare, almost as if analyzing her. She didn't know whether to like the woman or not, she was kind enough. But even kind faces had dark sides that they showed no one. But Lalina Trap-Snow, she seemed to be a mystery.

"Well, you do look quite spectacular this evening." Haymitch says with a nod. "And I don't lie when I'm drunk."

Lalina smirks. "You're always drunk, Haymitch."

"Guilty,"

Peeta chuckles.

Effie smiles, looking surprisingly uncomfortable in the presence of the First Lady of Panem.

"Well, I should not keep you waiting." Haymitch nods, gesturing to the party. "I'm sure you have priorities."

"Oh, don't worry yourself." Lalina says. "I have to go meet Corio anyway. It was an honor meeting the famous love couple." She glances in the direction of Katniss and Peeta. She smiles at them before turning around and walking away, with the man and a few other security guards following behind her at a safe distance.

Effie sighs, breathing out in relief. "Oh, that woman gives me the creeps!" She says quickly and quietly, looking around incase anyone heard.

Katniss and Peeta watch in fascination as the First Lady walks away.

"Don't be fooled by the act," Haymitch speaks up, looking around the gala. "Lalina Trap is a mystery herself. She's said to be more devious then Snow, and that's saying something." His eyes light up when a waiter walks by, he grabs the glass of whiskey and downs it.

Katniss looks back at her. "More then Snow?"

"She seems so...kind." Peeta frowns, looking back at his mentor.

Haymitch chuckles. "Oh, don't fall in her trap. There's a reason she's a Trap, she's clever and knows how to play her part well. She's most likely the only weakness that Snow has, but also his strength. They're both devious and clever." He sighs, shaking his head. "Don't underestimate Lalina Trap. And most importantly, don't fall into her trap, her traps never fail."

Katniss' eyes trail back towards the seemingly kind woman, spotting her walking up to President Snow.

The Victor blinks in surprise when she sees the glimpse of genuine longing in Snow's eyes as he turns to her, his hand grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles gently.

Lalina giggles, her laughter bubbling around as her cheeks turn a pretty pink color.

Katniss watches keenly, looking curious.

Lalina Snow.

Lalina Trap-Snow.

Lalina Trap.

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valkaryah · 1 year

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GO CON thats MY man thats MY fucking president. put that lil slimeball in his place... who the fuck does he think he is to air quote willa, connors wife and the peoples princess.

#succession #connor roy #conwilla #and when he got up he reminded me of logan because of his size like con actually is a big man especially when he's next to his short #feeble younger brothers. Logan wasnt as tall as Con but he was a bigger man in size and he always occupied every room he LOOMS and #in that moment when Con got up and put his hand on Romans shoulder to put him in his damn place I saw Logan's large presence but calm #and kind like do you see where im getting at?!?!?! anyways fuck yeah Con you're my fucking president and fuck you Roman #you got a little bit of power fucked up with gerri and then decide to treat all women - your brothers wife included - like shit? calm down #this scene made my night! sorry for the rant #valkaryah talks

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king-krisu · 5 months

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Reminder:

You can only watch the Linnan Juhlat stream if you have an Yle Areena account (only email, name and birth month/year have to be provided), otherwise it's geolocked

It starts at 18:50 finnish time, with a pause at 20.30 for the news and continues at 20:40 until 22:15. The veterans are up first so don't worry if you can't make it until seven, Jere is most likely on in the second part (but we really don't know so be prepared lol)

Have fun! and idk drink some glögi 🫦

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #have fun watching 1400 people shake hands #if you see a weirdly young woman next to the president yes that is his wife

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gemsofthegalaxy · 11 months

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Tom Wambsgans doesn't deserve a hoe as loyal as Greg i can tell you that much for free

#succession #succession spoilers #being sweet and reasonable to your wife who is poisoning the baby shes having and accepting her kindness not even talking to greg #who was barking your name at the almost President Elect #tomgreg #like greg is a slimeball and yes he does benefit from toms instruction and guidance but hes really doing The Most for tom #and tom is just barking at him and makin him do coke and not listening when he tries to talk abt The Greg of Things

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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Troublesome Twin

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

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The alarm started blaring in the arena and Lucy Gray ran towards Jessup. Y/N squeezed Coryo’s hand no words came from her mouth as she watched in fear.

“What are you doing?” Coryo whispered. “Run.”

Y/N and Coryo watched as Lucy Gray ran to Jessup, avoiding near brutal, gorey death. Y/N was terrified for Lucy Gray and exhausted and in pain from her wounds. “Go, go, go.” She was able to get out, only loud enough for Coryo to barely be able to hear her.

He ran his thumb across Y/N’s hand in hopes to calm her down. Wanting to take her fear away as his own so she can rest, and properly help heal her injuries.

“They’ve gone underground very quickly, but we’re prepared for this.” Lucky explained. “What you’re seeing now is a live feed of security cameras.”They watched as Lucy Gray and Jessupp ran away from Coral and her group in the tunnels. “Hy and Sol from the other side, pincering in on Lucy Gray.”

Everyone sat in silence as everything stopped. The tributes were either dead or hiding, or with Coral and her group.

“To the children watching, that was violent, horrific, and disgusting. Ms. Phipps, please, if you’re going to vomit, do it off camera.Thirteen tributes remain. Reaper still looming large on top of the charts while Coral and her Pack try to make a play. Six tributes gone in minutes. If they keep it up at this pace, we’re gonna be outta here in no time.

It had been a few hours of nothing as everyone sat in anticipation for what was to come next.

Y/N was growing tired with every second, and in more pain as her medicine was wearing off. She leaned on Coryo and let out a small moan.

“Are you okay?” Coryo whispered, fear in his voice. “What can I do for you?”

“My lungs hurt.” Y/N whispered. “And I’m really tired.”

“You should get some rest.” Coryo cooed, wrapping an arm around her, and pulling her to his chest. “I’ll watch and make sure nothing happens. You need to take care of yourself.”

“No!” Y/N weakly protested. “I’m supposed to help you! I need to watch her to make sure she’s okay!”

“No, love.” Coryo softly ordered. Let me watch her. You’ll be helping me by resting. You need sleep. I need you to be okay, yeah?”

“Okay,” Y/N breathed, laying down and leaning into Coryo’s chest.

“I love you my darling.”

“I love you too.”

“Now, these record high temperatures aren’t doing that fire that continues to burn out here in District 9 any favors. I’ll keep an eye on it. In District 10, this warm front is gonna come down and collide here, squeezing out some drizzle. And finally, in District 12, a…” Lucky was cut off by a tribute brutally murdering Marcus.

“What happened?” Y/N asked, looking up at Coryo.

“Nothing, my love,” he replied, bringing her back to his chest. Knowing her medications make her emotional right now. “Lucy Gray’s still hiding. She’s okay. Get some sleep.”

“Cold pressure system’s gonna swoop on in, bringing cooler temperatures and some much needed relief to our coal miners out there, at least until early evening. That’s the weather. Was it mercy? Was it murder? Either way, that’s what happens when you do stuff. You get attention. Citizens send you money. Now, once they get your money, the mentor can choose to send in food or water using our newly developed drones from the war, reprogrammed with facial recognition. This ensures that your package goes directly to your tribute.” Lucky continued.

Coryo watched as Y/N peacefully slept in his arms, her peaceful breathing soothing him as he waited for Lucy Gray to make her next move.

“You can’t save her by watching her.” Coryo heard, looking up to see Dean highbottom. “What do you want from that girl?”

“Nothing.” Coryo let out, careful not to wake Y/N up. “I want her to live.”

“Mmm. And the Plinth Prize would be a happy coincidence, I suppose.” “I believe I’d be entitled to it.”

“Of course you do. Of course you do. The prize, the girl,” the dean stated, motioning to Y/N sleeping on Coryo’s arms. “Hmm, how convenient. You don’t have to choose between them. Who do you think makes that final decision for the prize you so covet, Mr. Snow? Wake up. Even if Lucy Gray Baird somehow wins this, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you don’t see a dime. So, ask yourself, how much do you care if Lucy Gray wins now? Either way you can’t save your love from being taken from you.”

“I will fight to keep Y/N safe from harm until the day I die.”

It was the middle of the night and Coryo and Y/N were the only ones still there. Y/N was still asleep from her ‘nap’ that she was going to take, and Coryo fell asleep holding her, his head resting on her head.

“Mr. Snow,” Dr. Gaul ordered.

“What happened?” Coryo asked, jumping awake, waking Y/N up.

“What is it?” She asked, bolting awake. “Is Lucy Gray okay?”

“She’s fine for now, my dear,” Dr. Gual replied, a bit softer as she talked to her god-daughter. “But, unless you can put your deluded classmate on a leash, she might be dead as far as you're concerned.”

“Sejanus?” Coryo asked, as they both looked at the screen to see Sejanus with Marcus’s dead body.

“Marcus was killed?” Y/N asked.

“He was my love,” Coryo cooed, as tears came to her eyes. “Hey, look at me,” he cooed, pressing his forehead to hers. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He wasn’t going to make it through the games anyway honey. He was already on death's door.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N breathed, as the tears rushed down her face. “The medicine is making me emotional.”

“I know, I know my love. It’s okay.” Coryo cooed, wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb, looking to Dr. Gaul. “What’s he doing?”

“Bread crumbs. I believe sustenance for a fallen comrade on his final journey. A District 2 superstition. I’ll work on finding the Peacekeeper he bribed to get him in, and cut out their tongue. In the meantime, I need someone to get him out right now.”

“You should send PeaceKeepers in.” Coryo explained, holding Y/N close to him to comfort her.

“Only to have him bolt and hide like a rabbit? Felix Ravinstill is fighting for his life in the hospital, Mr. Snow. I will not have these rebels make a further mockery of my Games. Anyone sees us lose control of this arena, it might as well be sounding a horn to the districts to revolt. You choose to be friends with this radical. You want him to end the Games tonight?”

“It’ll look a lot worse if the tributes kill two of us.” Coryo let out.

“So don’t let them.” Dr. Gaul ordered. Who knows? You get him out unscathed, I’ll whisper your name in his father’s ear. You still want that Plinth Prize, don’t you? Keep my god-daughter safe? I’ll freeze the feed for an hour. I estimate that’s all we have until the people notice.”

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