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littledovesnow · 4 months

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the sound of snow

request: coriolanus with a girlfriend (wife in this case) who has hearing damange from the war

word count: 2.2k

content warnings: coriolanus being kinda awful in his speech but it's canon sooo, lucky flickerman trying to make a joke (spoiler: it doesn't land well), i think that's it?

a/n: ok i am not d/Deaf/HoH but i do have friends and former classmates who are, and i've done research before writing this. please correct me if i am wrong about anything. i left some things vague (such as hearing loss level), but overall i think it's decent?

also italics are when there's sign language being used :)

also also i had like three title ideas for this but i feel like they're all so bad but i liked this one the best

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Coriolanus had first met you back when you were both still wet behind the ears, unsure of how to navigate life after the Dark Days. His family had taken a direct hit when District 13 was no longer, his family’s fortune plundering into the depth unknown. Your family, however, had to face a different setback: a few rather close bomb blasts had stolen a majority of your hearing.

Coming from an affluent family, you were able to afford a private tutor growing up, teaching you and your family sign language, though as you grew old enough you were fit for a hearing aid in the left ear—the only one with enough hearing left to make it worthwhile.

All the while, you and Coriolanus never turned your backs on each other, choosing to let each other in on your trials and tribulations, knowing secrets were safe between the two of you. He had thus learned sign language from being in your home so often, Tigris and the Grandma’am having picked up on some of the more common phrases.

When you were both of age to begin at the Academy, your father fought tooth and nail with the Dean to ensure you were well-equipped with an interpreter when necessary, though you often went without one as you grew tiresome of the stares from your classmates.

During the 10th Annual Hunger Games, you say alongside Coriolanus as you two watched the tributes battle for victory, both celebrating when Lucy Gray was crowned the victor, both unaware of what fate waited your boyfriend the following day.

His stint in District 12 was something you two rarely spoke on, choosing to forget those few disastrous months while you were separated, you back in the Capitol studying at University while Coriolanus learned the hard way what it meant to be a Peacekeeper, to learn what it feels like to betray a friend, to learn what true power felt like.

Dr. Gaul had spoken to you prior to calling Coriolanus back to the Capitol, wanting your input if he would be a considerable candidate for her Gamemaker Apprenticeship, to which you informed her it was one of the biggest honors he would have wished for. Thus, Coriolanus was recalled back to the Capitol, back to you, where he stood alongside Dr. Gaul to prepare for years of Hunger Games, eventually landing as a true Gamemaker as Dr. Gaul began to take steps back in preparation for her retirement.

One day, however, Coriolanus had told her he was interested in becoming Panem’s next president, with Felix Ravinstill gone and no other heirs of the title, an election would take place. It was no surprise to the Head Gamemaker when the blonde brought the idea up, having seen him yearn and hunger for the coveted presidential position since he was fresh out of the Academy.

It came as no shock when he was announced at the Panem’s next president, you alongside of him as the First Lady. The country never knew what would become of the young couple, stars and revenge in their eyes.

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Coriolanus knew where he could find you once he returned from the Citadel, having met with Dr. Gaul for the upcoming 25th Hunger Games. He wanted them to be more of a spectacle than usual, to commemorate the quarter century since the end of the war.

He ignored the Avox who had opened the door to the private wing of the mansion, ignored the Avox who had his usual glass of whiskey waiting on a silver platter.

Opening the door to the greenhouse, Coriolanus’ eyes lit up as he saw you carefully pruning the rose bush planted in memorial of the Grandma’am. “Love?”

You looked up, and Coriolanus smiled when he realized your hearing aid was still in. You usually chose not to wear it while at home, preferring the comfortable silence from time to time.

“How was your day?” He asked, helping you untie the gardening smock you wore to protect the clothing underneath.

“It was fine, uneventful.” You replied, looking at the garden around the two of you. “How was Volumnia?”

Coriolanus was still gobsmacked that Dr. Gaul allowed his wife to call her by her first name, only a select few Capitol citizens were granted that honor, though he was one of them.

“She misses you, asked that you stop by sometime for lunch.” Coriolanus mused, plucking a rose out of the bunch in the vase. “Maybe you can help her come up with some new strategies for The Games, she loved your idea of stocking some food in the middle.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, not expecting the silly idea of arming the tributes with food to be such a hit in the Captiol. Betting had been at an all-time high for the tributes who had been able to get their hands on the stale, tasteless protein bars.

“I’ll see if she’s available on Thursday.” You knew the mad scientist would make room any day to meet with you. She had a soft spot for you, no one was quite sure why.

“You can ask her this evening, since we have that awful gala to start preparing for The Games.”

You looked at your husband, clearly forgetting about the gala. “I forgot that was tonight. I wouldn’t have pruned the roses if I had known.”

Coriolanus, who was cold-hearted and strict in public, simply waved off the nonissue. “You wore gloves, a smock, you look as beautiful as ever.”

You pressed your lips to his, disappearing to the bathroom for a shower prior to getting ready.

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Attending Capitol galas and evening events as First Lady of Panem was something you weren’t sure you would ever get used to. Cameras flashing, various news outlets trying to get a snippet of you and Coriolanus talking, microphones in your faces.

Not that they would get anything, as Coriolanus was only going to give hints at his next political plans, life events, anything really, to Lucky Flickerman, who he had become rather close with following his mentorship in the Academy.

“D’you want anything to drink?” Coriolanus asked, lips brushing on the shell of your left ear.

Nodding, you two moved over to the bar for a couple glasses of posca before starting the endless circle of meeting politicians, thanking Capitol elites for their support, and the nagging question of when you two would start a family.

You had eventually been able to break free from the conversation you and Coriolanus were stuck in when Lucky Flickerman himself took the spot in behind the podium, preparing to start the night’s speeches.

Taking your seats, you felt Coriolanus place his arm on the back of your chair, hand brushing up and down the back your right bicep, goosebumps breaking out in the area.

As Lucky began his speech, you moved closer to your husband, whispering in his ear, “I can’t understand what he’s saying.”

Coriolanus looked back at you, noticing the missing hearing aid, eyebrow raised.

“I forgot to put it back in after my shower.”

Without missing a beat, Coriolanus shifted in his seat and began to interpret the speeches for you, ignoring the not-so-subtle looks you two were getting, mainly from newer guests who weren’t used to seeing the president use sign language.

At the conclusion of Lucky’s speech, a Capitol employee scuttled over to the First Couple.

“President Snow, we can have an Avox translate if you’d like.”

Frowning, Coriolanus shook his head. “That’s alright, I can interpret for my wife.”

The employee didn’t seem to expect that response, simply blinking at the couple.

“Is that a problem?” Coriolanus asked, ignoring your hand on his knee.

“N-no, not at all. I just- you’re expected to make a speech tonight, too.” The employee tried to backpedal, not wanting to ruin his career tonight.

You chose this moment to speak up, not wanting Coriolanus to overreact. “It’s fine, Coryo’s quite apt at making sure I know what’s going on. Why don’t you be a dear and get me a glass of wine?”

The employee was quick to leave the conversation, and Coriolanus looked at you. “You’re too kind to them.”

Shrugging, you took the full glass without so much as a glance in the employee’s direction. “Someone has to be.”

Coriolanus let out an airy laugh as he stood up, dusting off some nonexistent crumbs from his burgundy suit. He squeezed your arm before departing from your side, taking his place where Lucky Flickerman had left open, the weatherman-turned-host made sure to give his hand a shake as they exchanged pleasantries.

Giving everyone a moment to settle down, Coriolanus cleared his throat before beginning, shocking nearly everyone in the room as he used both his voice and hands to conduct the speech.

“The Twenty-Fifth Hunger Games are right around the corner, so I thought I would give you all a twist I’m putting into the Reaping ceremony this year, and potentially the following Reapings. Dr. Gaul and I have had numerous discussions about how tributes are elected, and from prior games being rigged, we have initiated a couple updates to the ceremony and process.”

You were curious of the updates Coriolanus was talking about, unaware he was still dipping his toes into Gamemaking.

“Rather than each District’s mayor or elected spokesperson calling the names, we will have someone from the Capitol pull names. It will eliminate the possibility for rigging the tributes. In addition, who really wants to watch groups of children kill each other? With Reaping eligibility starting at age twelve, the Gamemakers and I have decided to increase the number of entries one gets as they age. When they reach the age of eighteen, each possible tribute will be entered into the Reaping six times.”

You weren’t able to hear everyone’s whispers, but you could see them looking at each other, taking in the news.

Coriolanus concluded his speech by introducing Dr. Gaul’s assistant, as the Head Gamemaker had something come up rendering her unable to attend the gala.

When he returned to your side, you looked him up and down. “Some updates, huh? Whose idea were they?”

Coriolanus had a smirk on his face, simply bringing his glass of posca to his lips.

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After all of the speeches were finished, some music began to play, letting the now tipsy and drunk Capitol elite take the dancefloor with eager steps.

Lucky Flickerman meandered over to where you and Coriolanus were still seated, discussing what Tigris deserved for her upcoming birthday.

“Not going to share a dance tonight?” He asked, looking between the two of you.

“Oh, Lucky, you should now, we don’t really dance. Only for the most special of occasions.” Coriolanus smiled, twisting the wedding band around his finger.

You wore a matching smile, though your reply wasn’t quite what Lucky expected. “And besides, Lucky, I’m not the best dancer if I can’t hear the music. You should have seen the first time we tried to dance together in the Academy.”

The mustached man opened his mouth like he was going to reply, but nothing came out except for a chuckle.

Coriolanus hid his smile behind the glass of water he had switched to, not able to tolerate the posca and wine like he had before.

It was one of his favorite moments after you two had officially started dating. The Academy had their annual prom, though it tended to be more of a fashion show than dance, as many students arrived in extravagant outfits that were ill-suited for dancing.

You had been in a sparking silver dress, heels a gift from your mother, red-tinted lips dropping when Coriolanus asked you to dance with him.

It had been enough missteps to last a lifetime, but the two of you took it in stride, promising each other to get a proper dance instructor before your first dance at the wedding years later.

“I do hate to break up the fond memory, honey, but we should be heading out.”

Coriolanus downed the rest of his water before standing, lending you his arm as you two bid goodnight to your friends and Coriolanus’ closest colleagues, before disappearing from the gala.

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You walked out of the bathroom from taking your makeup off to see Coriolanus sitting on the bed, sheets pulled back for your arrival.

“Who are you thinking will be the Capitol’s representative for the Reaping?” You asked, mind still going back to the Reaping updates.

Coriolanus closed the book he was reading, eyes looking you up and down as you climbed into the bed. “I don’t know yet. Why, do you have anyone in mind?”

You shrugged, pulling the sheets up to your chest, yawn escaping your lips. “No one in particular, but I’m sure I could come up with some names.”

Coriolanus laughed, setting his book on the nightstand next to him. “We can talk about it when you’re not going to fall asleep in mere minutes. Goodnight, love.”

“Mm, ‘night, Coryo.” You whispered, letting Coriolanus’ soft breathing and the distant sounds of sirens lull you to sleep.

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a/n: hey was this good should i do more in this universe let me know

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giuliettagaltieri · 3 months

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Chase for Prestige

Pairing: Presidential Candidate!Coriolanus Snow x Strategist!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Performer

Warning: elitism, morally gray reader, greed, mentions of drugging, self induced injury, violence, death

Word Count: 3738

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After graduating from the University, you and Coriolanus set your plan in motion. With your minds working together, and Dr. Gaul and the Plinths behind him, it was not that difficult to do.

Coriolanus was a perfect man to become a President.

He has the intellect for it, the support, the charisma, and the right name.

It was not a wonder how in just a couple of years, young Coriolanus Snow was able to climb high in politics. A fresh graduate, already contending with veterans.

With the media on his side, he showed them that what Panem needs is something fresh. Someone new to govern them.

President Ravenstil is an old man, he has suffered too much. And it seems he was only waiting for the young Snow to fully come to age and take the seat that was rightfully his.

When Coriolanus announced that he is filing candidacy for President, you were with him.

Thanatos Swansworth’s daughter.

The Districts felt an old fear creeping up their bones, similar to what they felt over two decades ago.

But Coriolanus Snow was not the only candidate.

There was also Hilarius Heavensbee.

Not the greatest politician but he did have the money and influence.

“Heavensbee visited the grave of Felix Ravenstill.” You say from the couch in Coriolanus’ office. “Claimed to avenge his good friend when he becomes President.”

Coriolanus puts his pen down as he listens to you read from the newspaper.

This is not good. This will garner the attention of the Capitol. And with President Ravenstill stepping down, it seems only fitting to have someone who will avenge Felix as a replacement.

“I regret telling you that.” You sigh as you make your way to the refreshments table to pour yourself a cup of tea. “Focus on your speech for tonight.”

He bristles. “How could I when my enemy has the upperhand. He offers kindness and empathy. What do I have to offer? The name of my father and games?” Coriolanus snaps at you.

But you don’t respond to him as you check the teapot for remaining hot tea.

“What are you doing?” He grumbles, eyeing you with frowned brows. To his surprise, you plunge your hand inside. “Y/N!”

Your hiss as Coriolanus yanks your arm away, making the teapot drop and shatter on the hardwood floor. “What has gotten into you!” You have never heard him so angry. Not even when they stripped him off his name and status and sent him to District 12.

He rushes you to the powder room and places your hand under the faucet. His teeth were grinding against each other as he observed your skin for any permanent damage.

“What were you thinking?” His voice is low and barely contained. He was behind you, trapping you between him and the lavatory. Every rumble of his chest sends a shiver to your spine.

You smile as you gently move your fingers. No serious damage. Your skin still stings though.

“Giving you a chance to be kind and empathic.” You laugh, one cut short by how he squeezes at your hip warningly. “You’ll have to cut my steak for me later, Mr. President.” The frown in his brows deepen as he hears the smile in your voice. “I will make you do everything for me, Coriolanus Snow.”

He did not like what you did.

Not when you grimace at the slightest touch to your hand.

The Plinths held the dinner party for Coriolanus, a celebration before his District Tour.

Many influential people are present in the party and for those who could not come, the party is being televised, all throughout Panem.

You are by his side the entire time, your good hand holding on to his arm, whispering information to his ears for every person that comes to shake his hand.

It was fascinating to watch how easy it was to inflate their ego. They genuinely thought that Coriolanus Snow had the time to know their name and worry how their orchids were thriving this year. No, it was all you.

You with your sweet smile and alluring voice.

Many expressed their worry for your injured hand but you always manage to turn it back to Coriolanus. Telling them you had a little accident with your tea this morning, that it could have been worse had it not been for Coriolanus Snow.

They were so touched by his concern for you. They start to see him in a new light. He was not only good to Sejanus Plinth, but he was also doting on you.

Coriolanus Snow is a firm politician but he is also capable of warmth.

Many of them sneakily tried to ask about your relationship, but you were smart enough to deflect their questions. Not confirming them but also not denying, just enough to keep their attention on you.

And it was finally time for the speech.

Coriolanus made people shed tears that night, fueled the narcissism of the Capitol citizens, but also gave a smidge of hope to the people of the Districts, it is not much but they do learn to start trusting this young Snow.

You are at your table, sharp eyes glinting at Coriolanus, sipping your champagne as you watch your handiwork. You were careful enough to wear a gentle smile, for the cameras, lest the public mistake you for plotting something malevolent.

For the grand finale, he walks over to your table, his eyes on you the entire time as roars of applause ring heavily in the air. He gently holds your elbow, careful not to hurt your hand and places a featherlight kiss on your wrist and closes his eyes, making the public believe that you are his anchor, grounding him.

Your lips part at his display of affection. It almost seemed real. You place your good hand on your chest as you smile up at him, your eyes turning glassy from all the emotions you are supposed to be feeling.

The ruse does not end there.

Just as you asked, he cut your steak for you, excusing himself from the conversation with the president to focus on the task.

You kick him under the table, it was sweet but this is the president he is talking to, and to put it to a pause just for your meal-

“What a sweet boy you are.” The President’s wife coos and the President nods in agreement.

“It is hard to come by a good woman, especially for men like us.” The President tells Coriolanus who chuckles.

“Indeed, sir. That is why I have no intention of letting this one go.” Coriolanus nods at you, making everyone around the table laugh.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.” You place a hand on his forearm. “You are stuck with me.”

The President laughs harder at that.

It seems like Coriolanus knows what he is doing. It made him look committed.

The Capitol is sad to see you off in your District Tour.

Hilarius Heavensbee, calls it foolishness in an interview once. So many can go wrong on the tour. You can be ambushed in the middle of speeches, poisoned in the homes you stay in, and even road accidents are a possibility.

You indulge a reporter as you are about to depart with Coriolanus, you smile at the camera as you hold on to his arm. “Hilarius Heavensbee is right to be afraid, but a coward to hide in the walls of the Capitol.”

The ratings for Coriolanus rose dramatically after your comment, and the man cannot be more proud of you.

Or so he thought.

District 4 was fairly a peaceful place. The land was beautiful due to it being situated on a large body of water, one that you do not see much from the Capitol. The stench was something else but with the position of being President on the line, Coriolanus managed to tolerate it.

The mayor was wary for some reason.

He was sweating intensely. His eyes darted all around, jumping at the slightest of sounds. It did not sit well with either of you but you smiled for the cameras still.

He was nearly rushing you and Coriolanus to a fairly sized yacht.

The ship you saw your father buy on an impulse once could collide with this one and your father’s ship will not even feel the slightest tremor. It was exceptionally gigantic, especially to a four-year-old girl. Your father bought it for your family should the Capitol fall in the war. You never got to see that ship again when he got his head blown up with a sniper.

When you manage to get to a considerable distance from the port, the mayor was able to breathe more calmly.

“Is something the matter?” Coriolanus smiled kindly, but you hear the sharpness in his voice.

The man stills his movement, his breath coming to a stop too as he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. He opens his mouth and closes them quickly. He looks like he is about to burst into tears.

“You-you see, Mister Snow, sir…” He stammers.

“Yes?” Coriolanus raises a brow.

The mayor heaves a rather large sigh.

“We m-might have received word that a…a group of people might have been uhm, they might cause…a smidge of trouble.” He scratches at his head, trying to make it sound light and funny but he is obviously failing, soaked with sweat now. “But there is nothing you should worry about. We are taking care of it.”

You wanted to punch the man.

“And you thought it might be wise to bring us here in the middle of the ocean when someone declared a threat against us?” You ask coldly.

“We thought, this way…w-we can select who could be around you, Miss Swansworth.” He grimaces at your tone.

Coriolanus looks around the deck. The reporters are stationed on one side, waiting to cover the party that will be thrown at dusk. Peacekeepers are also deployed in the area.

You pull Coriolanus close by his tie, the mayor looking away with his cheeks flushing. It seemed too intimate for him to see.

“We cannot have rebel attacks in the news. It would prove everything Heavensbee said to be true. Everybody would laugh at us!” You say through gritted teeth.

Coriolanus clicks his tongue, hating how true your words are. He places a warm hand on your back and leans down until his lips brushes against your ear, tickling you.

The reporters are going haywire at the romantic gesture being offered to them.

“We will proceed as planned.” He whispers lowly. “For now, let’s retreat to someplace more private.” Coriolanus straightens up and looks at the mayor testingly. “Mister mayor, could you provide us a quieter deck? Miss Swansworth would love to rest before the party begins.”

The smile you gave the mayor did not reach your eyes.

“Of course! Right this way, please.” He guides you inside the yacht and Coriolanus had his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close. Peacekeepers stationed themselves inside and outside the doors. A silencer now attached at the tips of their guns. The mayor opens the door leading to a smaller deck, an empty one, one you’d love to explore.

“You can rest here, Miss Swansworth.” He smiles nervously at you, his feet sweating at how you look at the place with indifference. “Mister Snow, I would send refreshments for you and the Miss.” He walks over to the door. “Excuse me.” He almost runs away from you.

“How rude.” You say plainly. “Acting as if I will bite his head off if he breathed wrong.”

Coriolanus leaves your side to rest on a plush sofa. “You wouldn’t?” He busies himself with a pile of magazines that featured successful men of the Capitol. He is somewhere in there too.

You scoff, walking over to the empty deck.

“Stay where I can see you.” He reminds in a manner that is intended for children.

Rolling your eyes, you venture further into the deck, the sun is setting beautifully, it would be a shame to stay indoors.

You close your eyes at the soft breeze, listening to the gentle lap of the waves and the seagulls flying above.

“My my, what a stubborn girl.” Coriolanus sighs as he comes to stand next to you.

“You are not my father.” You quip, brow raising at him.

He only smiles darkly at you. “No, but I expect the same obedience from you.”

Coriolanus chuckles when you huff, your lips forming a delicate pout.

In the calmness of the descending twilight, you both share a comfortable silence.

Behind the beauties that publicity offered you during the tour, one thing that you appreciated is the places you got to visit.

Coriolanus was not the best company but he is slowly becoming more and more tolerable. At times you even begin to have trouble trying to guess if his actions are part of your ruse or not.

A mistake.

You inhale sharply, turning away from the tangerine glare, your back to him.

Coriolanus Snow watches you as you walk away from him.

“Problem?”

He leans on the rails, his arms crossing.

You sigh as you grip your wrist behind your back and rocked on your feet, still not looking at him. You appear rather insecure and it bothered him greatly. Y/N Swansworth can be a shy girl but never insecure. Not even once.

“Yes.”

Coriolanus strides over but you take another step back. He narrows his eyes at you warningly. “Tell me.”

You purse your lips, doe eyes glancing at him before looking away. “I should not.”

Patiently, he waited for you to continue talking.

You started walking further and further until you were farthest from him.

“Are you asking for a chase, sweetheart?” He says playfully. Coriolanus found it comical to watch your eyes widen.

“No.” You are quick to rid your face of vulnerability. “I would like a moment alone.” You spoke distantly.

Coriolanus knew better than to force you to do something that you quite obviously do not want to do.

He straightens up and gives you a charming smile, similar to the ones he gave to the cameras, you hated it.

“I will leave you to yourself then.”

You bite your tongue as you watch him head to the direction of the door. You wanted to stop him. To get him to stay…with you. But your longing eyes, hidden by the dimming nightfall, can only look at him.

A soft thud from behind you steals both of your attention. Coriolanus pauses his steps by the door.

“Y/N?” He calls. “Come here.”

With the lack of light, you struggle to see clearly what is happening, but with the mercy of whatever gods are looking down at you, you manage to see a silhouette of a person on top of the rails.

He was startled to see you, his movements freezing. But that moment of shock did not last long as he seethed at you, his hand fished something from his pocket and you did not wait around to see what it was as you ran to Coriolanus as fast as you could.

But the man was not having any of that.

You yelp as a heavy mass slams against your back, knocking you to the ground. It takes everything in you not to scream when your foot lands badly, now twisted in a weird angle. Tears spring in your eyes as a burning pain rips from your head as your hair is being held in harsh fingers. A cold sting against your neck had you squeezing your eyes but a muted bang stills every movement.

You look up to see Coriolanus still pointing a gun not very far above you, his eyes wide and afraid. The fillet knife clatters on the deck and you groan as the man collapses on top of you.

Loud footsteps echo around the deck and you are yanked by your arms but as your feet make contact with the floor, you cry out in pain.

You sniffle as you collapse on your bum, pretty dress splayed around you as you try to be brave, swallowing your sobs as you shiver from the fright. Rough hands grab at your tear stained cheeks, turning you from side to side.

“It’s alright, I got you.” He murmurs as the peacekeepers fill the area, the body being dragged away and taken care of. You clutch at Coriolanus’ arms as you sobbed openly at his chest. “You’re safe.” It was the only promise he made that you found yourself believing.

The mayor was hysterical. The doors and blinds shut, separating you from the people in the main deck. He is kneeling in front of you and Coriolanus, sobbing like a newborn child deprived of his mother.

“We cannot let the people know about this.” You spoke sternly, the ice on your foot had a biting cold, not making you feel any better. “This never happened.”

Coriolanus’ leg is bouncing without a pause, his eyes livid as he refuses to let you get as far away as a meter from him.

The peacekeepers offered a drink to the Mayor before he leaves, which you think might have been tampered with as he was unnervingly happy afterwards, perhaps a bit loopy. He joins the party with a glass of wine that a peacekeeper thrusted to his hand.

“You’d have to follow him.” You spoke gently, trying not to wake his anger again.

“How many times would you have me tell you?” He asks, agitated. “I will not be leaving your side-”

“You have come this far, Corio.” You spoke quietly, eyes looking anywhere but him. “Surely you don’t intend to make a mistake now.”

This gets him to reconsider. You turn to him with your most convincing smile.

“Nobody is foolish enough to attempt another attack after that.” You do not know that of course but you will say anything just to get him out there. “We are doing so well, Coriolanus. Do not ruin this for us.” You plead.

Coriolanus looks away from you, contemplating.

“We were supposed to do this together.” He sighs, eyes downcast. It is a look you have seen often in his youth. “And I let you get hurt. On my watch.”

You smile, a real one this time.

In that moment, the peacekeepers and the people outside seemed to have disappeared as you were certain that it was just you and Coriolanus existing at that moment.

“I will never forget what you did for me.” You caress his face. He killed a man for you.

“You still got hurt.” He frowns, jerking away from your touch.

Coriolanus Snow is sulking.

Laughing softly, you place a kiss on his jaw as you give him a knowing look. He keeps his face straight but he looks at you from the edge of his skeptical eyes.

“Don’t play games with me.” He warns you but you only giggle.

“I will be seeing you in a while.” You say as you fix the ice better on your swollen foot.

Coriolanus wanted nothing else but to pull you back to him but he decides against it and he gets on his feet. He gives you one last look before heading to the party.

Peacekeepers were quietly deployed around the yacht to prevent the public from noticing anything unusual. The party was already packed with them by the time Coriolanus joined in.

You watch a live feed of the party from a channel that broadcasts all over Panem.

They are all expressing their disappointment in your failure to attend the party.

Coriolanus charmed them by saying that you had fallen asleep while the two of you watched the sunset, he told them you were too precious to be awakened from your slumber.

The people of the Capitol will believe you of course, but your enemies will plant seeds of doubt from this error.

You cannot let that happen.

The mayor was laughing at something Coriolanus said, others present at the table laughing along with him. They did not know that the Capitol politician knew how to jest.

Coriolanus laughed along with them, though his eyes often wander to the closed doors that separated you from him.

“Missing Miss Swansworth?” The mayor wriggles his eyebrows at him. Perhaps the peacekeepers added a little too much on the drink. He is starting to get too friendly than Coriolanus would have tolerated.

He chuckles lightly. “I am.”

Everybody in the table looks at him dreamily, their hands in their chests.

“I have the perfect distraction.” The mayor exclaims. “You must try this, Mister Snow.” The mayor pushes a plate of Lobster Thermidor to him. Coriolanus knew better than to try anything that is not approved by the food taster you hired.

He smiles and pats his toned abdomen. “Oh, no. Thank you, but I have satiated my appetite.”

The mayor frowns at him. “But these are the best lobsters in District 4!”

Coriolanus nods at him. “And they are exquisite, Mister Mayor!”

With such flattery, the mayor blushes, smiling bashfully at the others who praised him.

As the night progressed, Coriolanus kept glancing at his watch, dreading the speed of time. Time was moving so slowly, he wondered if this was a form of punishment.

“I cannot believe you started the party without me.”

Coriolanus never looked up as swiftly.

There you stood, in a long evening dress he had not seen before, smiling brighter than any stars overhead. You are standing on your feet, posture perfect, with no trace of injury.

He was in disbelief and he wanted nothing more than to tell you to get back inside. His brows pinch when you glide with perfect steps, face as angelic as ever.

Coriolanus was quick to get to his feet and pull the chair next to him for you to sit on.

“Thank you.” You smile at him.

The media was quick to cover your arrival.

“You’re not supposed to be on your feet.” He seethes. His smile barely kept together and you can see his teeth gritting.

In a closer look, he can see how your eyes are a bit glassy, lips quivering, and your temple moist with sweat. You lean closer to him and beam.

“The show must go on.”

Hunt for Glory

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spideyhexx · 3 months

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CORIOLANUS SNOW HAS A SKINCARE FRIDGE FIGHT ME

His skincare routine would be like 20 steps (he also has a different routine for the morning and night) and he definitely takes a bath with cucumbers on his eyes and a glass sparkling lemon water at least once a month

literally no idea where this came from but it makes so much sense to me

xoxo- 🦢

I don’t have much to add to this cause I am not knowledgeable on skincare stuff but I do agree heavily.

and I’d say it’s very early president/presidential candidate coryo or modern coryo??? Even though he definitely kept up his image before all of the presidency stuff, I think he’d be even more precise about it to the point he’d have such a meticulous routine.

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Bad Press (part 2)

Pairing: dark!toxic!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, slight sejanus x fem!reader

Summary: (au) after avoiding getting caught cheating in the games, a hopeful presidential candidate snow is fed up with your slanderous reporting, so he decides put you in your place

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, p in v, use of degeneration (whore, slut) blackmail, threats, dom!snow, sub!reader, slight jealousy, slight misogyny, obsession, power imbalance, porn with a plot

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: hello! happy sunday! i’m so excited and nervous for you guys to read part two but here it is! i had so much fun writing this and have some fun ideas for future coyro fics soooo stay tuned! also stay tuned for future projects with other fandoms that I’m excited to share ♡ enjoy :) also if you missed it check out part 1

You enter the golden elevator in the lobby of his building and ride it with him to the top floor. The entire time, his hand stays close to your waist, ghosting over the small of your back. It dings after several moments.

“After you my dear.” Snow smiles, pushing you forward slightly. You admire the luxury of his home. The ceilings are tall and intimidating. It makes you feel small and the wide windows surrounding the main living room make you feel vulnerable. You walk over to the center of his living room, next to his two black leather couches, and he walks past you to the mini bar, just off to the side of the living room. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, plopping a square ice cube in.

“I said I’m not drinking” you remind him “What happened to tea?” You ask

“I know. I spoke for yourself not me.”

You huff, stand up and cross your arms.

“Well I’m not going to look like a fool and not drink when you do.”

“Be my guest.” He smirks and you roll your eyes

“Ok you got me here. What do you want to clear the record on?” You ask, taking a glass of whiskey from him.

“I just think if you got to know me then you’d be less bias in your reporting.”

“Less bias…” you mutter, chuckling under your breath, taking a sip of whiskey. It burns your throat and you try to keep your face neutral, but truth be told you didn’t drink alcohol with such a strong taste. He walks up to you, his tall frame backing you into the couch slightly until, your knees hit the back and you unexpectedly sit down. He continues to stand over you for a moment, then he smirks and sits on the couch opposite of you. He spreads his legs, resting his elbow on one with his drink in hand. He leans forward slightly, studying you. He cocks his head to the side, a small smile creeping on the side of his lips.

You tentatively sip your drink, then set it down on the table. You reach inside your bag for a pen and notepad.

“So, you were hoping for an interview.” He smirks

“Not necessarily with you. I always stay prepared.”

“That’s good. I like a girl who is ready like that. Dedicated.”

Your stomach swarms with butterflies, a slow heat creeps up your body that seems to becoming from in between your thighs. You try to contain it, slowly closing your legs together.

“So…” you roll your eyes “What would you like the people of Panem to know about you?”

Coriolanus smiles and takes a beat before answering.

“What a generic question”

“You said you wanted this interview Snow.” You glare at him

“I do, but I know you’re a better journalist than that.”

You scoff and roll your eyes

“Fine. How does it make you feel to know that the Snow legacy will be effectively over after this election cycle?”

He chuckles at you, making you feel small and uncomfortable.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to be tough. Easier to do when it’s behind newsprint hmm.”

“I-I mean every word I write a-a-and you know y-you’re not doing yourself any favors acting like this either.” You say, the words coming out less confident then you would have liked

“You know what…that’s fair. I’ll play nice for you…” he stands up, striding toward you. Coriolanus stands in front of you, towering over you. He bends down, placing one hand on your knee and the other pinches your chin.

“W-what are you doing Snow?”

“What do you mean? You want me to be nice. Maybe show you a side of me that Panem doesn’t know about. Right?” He states, placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

You gasp. He trails his hand across your cheek, cupping your jaw and tangling his fingers through your hair. His icy blue eyes peer into your soul as he gives you a wicked grin. He leans in to begin to kiss and nibble at your ear and jawline. You can’t help but to relax slightly, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

“I can be sweet you know. Romantic even. People think a lot of things about me and I tailor the conversations to be that way.”

You temper your breathing, trying not to seem so scared, but the feeling in between your thighs seems to be naturally overtaking you.

“And you?” He snickers “You have your own little agenda don’t you girl.” He kisses your neck, wrapping his hand gently at the base of your jaw.

“I thought you said there would be no games.”

“Yeah and you told me the same thing at the gala, yet here we both are. We both know that’s been a lie anyways. I think we should promise not to lie to each other anymore. What do you say?” He growls

“Fine.” you huff

“Good girl…” he presses one last kiss delicately on the corner on your lips, squeezing your cheeks. You instinctively turn to meet his mouth, but he pulls back, forcing your face to stare directly at his own. He clicks his tongue at you.

“No no sweetheart. Not yet. But you know what… you just confirmed something for me.”

“No…” you breathe“w-what are you talking about.”

“Mmm…Maybe I should ask you if there’s anything the people of Panem should know about you?”

You scoff nervously, trying to make it seem like you’re laughing at him, hiding the mountain of fear you feel.

“You’re not the one giving an interview here. I am! Wh-what are you even talking about Snow!” Your eyes shoot open and his blue ones stare back at you.

“Hmm seems like Sejanus didn’t please you well enough then. You’re still so worked up aren’t you. He’s not really man enough is he?”

You freeze. Eyes widening and mouth going slightly agape and all Coriolanus can do is smirk at your dumb, pretty, pathetic, little face.

“Yeah.” He scoffs “Sejanus ran his mouth. C’mon princess you know how guys like to brag right? Could you imagine if my tongue slipped like that.” He whispers, emphasizing the syllables in slipped.

“If the papers knew you slept with him, then wrote that article, and bashed me in the same publication, seemingly to make him look better in comparison….” He continues “you could loose your job…” his hands squeezes your neck a little tighter

“You wouldn’t.” You spat

“Oh the tabloids would eat it up. Tell me what headline would you make for such a scandal hmm? Go on tell me clever girl. I know you like to write flashy attention getters.” Coriolanus whispers, growling the word attention deep into your ear.

“Stop. Please. I-I was just using him” you admit

“Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

“Just using him…t-to get to you..” you breathe

“Ah there you go. That’s what I thought. Now tell me…” he hisses “why do you want my attention so badly?

You whimper and sink into the couch slightly as his hot breath fans your face, prying for a response. His clenched hand under your jaw pulls you back closer to him.

“Does someone have a little crush on their future president? Hmm? Hoping they would be the one to be made First Lady? What were you hoping for?

“I was hoping maybe he would introduce you to me. Because I-I…” You whimper again

“Say it sweetheart. Say you want me.”

“A-are you going t-to tell my boss what happened between me and Sejanus? Leak it to the press?”

“I won’t. But at a cost? No more bad articles. No more bad press.”

You contemplate his offer for a second, hesitant to say yes, but you agree.

“Now say it.” He demands

“I want you”

He finally kisses you. His soft lips land harshly against your own. All the anger that he harbored towards you comes through passionately and forcefully with his kiss. He doesn’t let up, practically consuming you with his mouth. Then all too soon, he pulls away. You whine at the loss of him.

“So predictable.” He smirks. Coriolanus throws a devilish smile your way, stands up, and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“You want my attention? Show me how much you want me then.”

Fuck this is happening. Your plan works better than expected. Frankly, Coriolanus didn’t care if you had trapped him, he now had you trapped, because Snow always lands on top. He begins to trace the pad of his thumb across your lips, causing you to quiver. You look up at him, fear blazing in your eyes. He simply nods, as you paw at his trousers, sliding them down. You watch intensely as his bulge slowly appears from behind his pants. You gasp, looking up at him for what he wants you to do next.

“Go on. Make me feel good.“

You do as you’re told, placing gentle pecks against his boxers. You clutch onto his hips as he tangles his fingers in your hair, pushing you further into his crotch. He tilts his head back, groaning in pleasure. You pull his boxers down, immediately going in to trail kisses up his shaft. You take his member in your hand, stroking it slowly. His blue eyes, now clouded with lust, looks down at you, mouth agape slightly. Coriolanus knows he holds all the power in the moment, but can’t help but whimper slightly as your soft, wet lips wrap around the tip of his cock. You tease him, sucking on just the tip, but Coriolanus finds the back of your head, pushing you forward slowly. You gag slightly, which makes Coriolanus sigh in amusement. He starts to rock his hips, holding the back of your head, watching you take him so perfectly in your mouth. He moves his hand cups underneath your face, thumb stroking your cheek, admiring how pretty your eyes look all big, round, and totally focused on him. He pulls out, causing you to gasp. He lets out a small, sinister chuckle.

“Good girl. God you’re good at that.”

You lean forward to put him back in your mouth but he stops, shaking his head, holding your chin in between his fingers.

“So eager. But I know you want more.” He says, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and pants. He holds a hand out to you and you take it. He pulls you up, guiding you to his bedroom upstairs.

Once there, he closes the door, locking it. He gestures for you to sit on his bed and you do. He walks towards you, unbuttoning his cuffs. You take a moment to sink in his well manicured room. His bedsheets, a pure white, with black and gold accent trims lay flat on the mattress in an elaborate black wooden bed frame. You lay back in anticipation, taking in the soft, plush sheets that were about to be an absolute mess. As he approaches, Coriolanus finishes unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, tossing it off. Even though he’s still relatively thin, his body is toned, and you suddenly can’t stop looking at him. He stays silent as he towers over you slowly. You raise your hands up to his bare chest, admiring him, taking note of his small, individual, freckles and the happy trail leading into his pants. You catch yourself panting and feel the heat in between your legs becoming noticeable. You need to be touched.

He pulls the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to him. He admires them, pinching and groping them, causing you to mewl. Next, he carefully bends down sneaking his hands down to your thighs, and pushing the fabric up to your hips. Coriolanus pushes you on your back, then hooks his thumbs around the waistline of your panties and slides them down, all the while kissing your pelvis, then your hip and down your thighs. You buck your hips up in response, wanting more. Coriolanus coos at you when you’re finally exposed to him, slowly lowering himself to his knees.

“Just what I thought. So needy for me.” He smirks, pressing his fingers against your core. He leans forward, slowly rubbing your clit, enchanting you.

“Tell me…did Sejanus make you this wet? This sensitive? I’ve barely touched you and you’re practically drenched.” He asks.

All you can do is simply shake your head, letting out a breathy moan in an attempt to speak. He can’t help but continue smirking at you, satisfied with the power he holds over you. However, he’s unsatisfied with your lack of response. Coriolanus slaps your pussy.

“I asked you a question…”

“No…he didn’t”

“Good.”

With that, he dives in, mouthing at your core. Coriolanus starts soft, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you, grinning against you as your needy eyes stare back into his. His mouth feel so wet and warm, you can’t help but rake your fingers through his blonde locks. You remember when he still had his curls and envy not being able to comb your hands through them, but his new, sleek look, gave him an edge that made him look dangerously handsome. Regardless you still think he looks gorgeous in between your thighs. He laps you up, relishing in how good you taste. You toss your head back, losing yourself in the enjoyment and feeling of his tongue. Coriolanus pats the side of your thigh, pulling away momentarily.

“Look at me, darling. Focus up.”

You nod and he raises an eyebrow, looking for a verbal reply.

“Yes, sorry” you agree, doing your best to keep your head up.

“You answer me when I ask you a question got it. Don’t forget manners now.” He mocks

He dives back in, this time wasting no time tasting you. His mouth envelopes your clit, eyes occasionally glancing at you to make sure you’re still watching him and you’re enjoying the pleasure he is giving you. You’re moans and whines sound slightly pathetic to your own ears, but Coriolanus simply drinks it all in, marveling in how you’re beginning to come undone. He gives your clit several deliberate licks, before drawing it in between his lips and sucking hard. You cry out at his actions, and he moans against you as you do. You buck your hips, and he clutches the hem of your dress to keep you down, pressing your core further into his face. He adds a finger, then a second. You clench down around him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Just as you’re about to finish he pulls back. You whine at the loss, squeezing your thighs together to make up for it.

He starts to undo his pants again, hastily pulling them down, whipping out his cock. He strokes it lazily, mouth agape as he admires your soaking pussy, thanks to him. He pulls the rest of your dress down, leaving you bare in front of him. Your breathing becomes laborious, anticipation creeping up your body as you lay eyes on his beautiful cock again. Your eyes are locked on it and Coriolanus takes notice at your gaze, smirking to himself again over the way he is able to mesmerize you.

“Oh I wish you could see your face. You’re so desperate.” He tuts, pulling his pants all the way down and stepping out of them.

He pulls you closer to him, your butt hanging off the bed slightly. After a few more strokes, he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing in without giving you a chance to fully prepare for his size. He slides in, letting out a ragged, breathy, moan as he does. Coriolanus takes a moment to fully sink into you, and when he does he hits your cervix with a hard, deep thrust. He pulls back and thrusts back a few more deliberate times then finds a good pace. He leans down eventually, capturing your lips. You can still taste yourself on his lips. You moan. Your legs wrap around his waist and nails scratch his back, which only encourages him. He ruts into you deeper and harder, gritting his teeth and grunting as he does. Coriolanus pulls away to look at you, panting. He cups your jaw, forcing you to focus on him, flashing a devilish smile.

“Is this the attention you wanted? Fucking Sej to get to me. Bet you liked being a little whore for him too.”

“H-h-he wasn’t as good as you.”

“I know that darling. That’s not what I want to hear you say though.”

“I-I like being a whore for you..” you breathe, your head starting to feel hazy.

“Mhmm. Good girl.” He whispers, drilling into you

The sounds of skin on skin and your collective moans fill the room. You warn Coriolanus to be quiet, fearful his family will return home from the dinner to hear lewd sounds coming from his bedroom. He only shakes his head at you, ignoring your pleas.

“This is my house princess. They know better than to investigate noises that have nothing to do with them. Especially coming from my room….” He breathes, his hot breath fanning your face. “So keep making those pretty little noises for me slut”

He rails you now, not holding back and expecting the same from you. All you can do is let him fuck you, your soft walls clamping down on him like a vice. He’s intoxicating, all consuming of your thoughts and emotions in this moment. You kiss his shoulder and neck as he rocks above you, clutching onto him more and more. He presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing small, tight circles.

“Mmm fuck Snow.”

“Call me Coryo” He hisses

“You feel so good Coryo. Mmm please don’t stop.”

“Oh I’m nowhere close to being done with you.”

He sits up, tossing your legs over his shoulder. Coriolanus starts to reign in his actions, slowing down his hips, staring down at your fucked out form. He admires you, almost looking sweet, but behind his facade, he was basking in how easily you seemed to have succumbed to his pleasure. And you can’t help yourself. Fucking Sejanus Plinth was nothing in comparison to the man who was currently inside you. Sejanus was gentle. Focused on your own pleasure and relishing in being able to sleep with a girl as gorgeous as you. He almost was too overwhelmed by your beauty to keep himself from finishing early, but Coriolanus was completely different. His dominant aura gave you a feeling that you haven’t felt before. The way he takes control, it excites you. His fingers return back to your clit, and you grind against them.

“There you go. Good girl. You like when I play with you like that?”

“Yes, yes yes…” you chant, nodding

“Such a pretty little whore for me aren’t you. Such an attention seeker. Look at you. Getting all the attention you want now.”

He reaches down, grabbing at your hips, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts your hips up off the mattress and starts to angrily thrust into you now, chasing more of his own pleasure. Still, he was unsatisfied and was feeling a bit greedy. Coriolanus pulls out, causing you to whine. His fingers rubbing your pussy again, slowly silencing you.

“Can’t believe you fucked my best friend just to get my attention. Is that what you like to do? Fuck to get what you want? Well two can play at that game” he pants. “And as you know princess I’m good at winning games.” He grunts

He ruts into you harsher, pushing the air out of your lungs.

“Wanna turn over and show me your pretty ass?”

“Fuck yes” you whisper.

He leans down to kiss you, pulling you up. You and him stay like this for a moment. His tongue swirling with your own, mouth consuming yours. Then he pulls back, and you turn over. You rest on your hands and knees, arching your back, presenting your ass to him just as he asked. He moans, splaying his hands across your cheeks. Coriolanus lets out a small chuckle, before landing a nice firm slap with both hands. You wince, flinching slightly. He rubs in between your legs, enjoying the way you shake for him. He inserts himself back into you, his hand moving to reach around back in between your legs. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you go feral, and you lower yourself down onto the mattress more. You keep your back arched, and he moans loudly at the feeling of the new angle.

“Fuck that’s it darling. Go ahead and bounce on me. There just like that.”

Coriolanus clutches your hips, bouncing you back onto his cock. You move with him, matching his pace and speed. He feels even deeper in you like this, and with the way he continues to play with your clit, you know you’re close to coming undone. Coriolanus is close too. He gives your ass another slap, then another, and a few more on the other cheek.

“Oooh so good. You take me so well. Did Sejanus fuck you like this?”

“No no no no…” you cry.

“Did he make you come like I’m about to?”

“No”

He ruts into you at an unbearable pace. His grunts becoming more and more animalistic. You can barely hold yourself up and he notices the way your legs wobble. Coriolanus pulls you up against his chest. It only takes a few more thrusts to make you fall apart on his cock. You spasm around him, jerking around. You gasp as you do, holding onto him, the feeling of pleasure so overwhelming.

“Goood girl. That’s it…cum all over my cock. Fuckkk such a little slut.”

“Fuck…oh fuck Coyro..I-I-I…” you babble

He merely laughs at you, thinking how good you feel on him fucked out. His lips part, placing a few sloppy kisses to your cheek.

“Felt good didn’t it?” He asks

“Yes…” you murmur nodding vigorously

“Good.” He pulls out, turning you over and pushing you softly back onto your back. You barely process it as he slips back into you.

“Gotta finish too. Fuck you’re still clenching me darling. You like being fucked after you come?”

“Yes. Fuck are you going to come in me?”

“No…I’ll finish on your tits.”

Not too long after he declares his intentions, he pulls out. He finishes on your breast and stomach, the ropes of cum spread out on your body. When he finally finishes, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours. Your breathing becomes in sync.

“No more bad press. Got it?” He asks, tilting your chin to meet his eyes

“Yes, Coryo.”

“Good. I’ll get you a towel. Clean you up.”

He stands up, walking out of the room feeling satisfied with himself. You reflect on the experience, feeling satisfied in your own right. He may have changed your mind on your next article, but you got him to pay attention to you, which makes you feel somewhat victorious over the next president of Panem.

꧁❧✽☙꧂

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houseofpendragons · 3 months

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Well considering the hunger games was originally meant to be a stand alone, I don’t see why she can’t also turn the Ballad into a trilogy…

Yes, I understand she wants something meaningful to write about when she does but there is so much going on in the world that she could pull from.

Also, there is so much left open with Snow at the end of the books. What happened completely between him and Tigris, what other things did he implement into the games, and hell I’ll read his campaign run. We don’t even have to bring Lucy Gray back, leave her a mystery with her song flying around his mind through the last two novels.

The next one could be about his first year as a game maker, now he’s really pulling the strings from behind the scenes, and this time he’s allowed. If he’s already in control, what rules did he find to break regardless. What goes on with him and Gaul. Does he eventually overshadow her and gets rid of her or does she stay with him till she dies?

We can see Mags games, and learn more about her. Was she silenced? I believe so. Those eels at the end of the movie, since she’s the district 4 victor, could be for her games. Who would be the mentors, since it was determined using students was a bad idea but there isn’t possibly enough victors at that time. Did they use university students, the game makers themselves (🤯), or other people? Does Tigris suggest the stylists for her own prerogative, maybe to help a little in all of Coryo’s hurt?

Did they use the same arena based on that throw away line about having cameras down there next year? Or a new arena all together? Do they still keep them in the zoo, only under better conditions, or somewhere else?

Speaking of, I saw something interesting stating that Snow turned his own apartment building into the place where the tributes are taken during Katniss games, bc it has 12 floors. If this is true, how did that come about and when? What happened to the Plinths? Did they ever find out? Probably not, but I want to see this dynamic as well.

Also I want to see what his offer was when he was running for president. Who did he poison, who did he trick and manipulate, and who was on his side? Also HIS WIFE! Did it end up being Livia Cardew

No matter who it is that is something I want to see after his catastrophe with Lucy Gray cause damnnnn. Also her name, Livia Cardew…Livia Drusilla. Oddly, Coryo reminds me more of her than the actual character. It’s rumored she used poisons to subdue her and her husbands enemies, both for his and her own person gain and rise; very snow reminiscent. But what if this is also Livia. Like he originally try’s to hide it but eventually comes to help him if that make sense 🤨

Idk but anyways it could be a trilogy, she could explore the corruption of politics and power in general. Presidential candidates lie all the time, they tell you what you want to hear, they manipulate others into voting and a lot more goes on behind the scenes that were just not privileged to know. She could explore that with snow. Power being corrupting could also be snow but it’d be interesting if it was Livia his wife. Imagine she’s against him but eventually she becomes like him as well because the power becomes her cloak. Tigris and Mags could be a call back to Lucy and Snow from the first book maybe, or something of their own. I like to think that Mags knew Coral and Mizzen they could both bond on losing the ones they loved. Mags about Coral and Mizzen and Tigris about (the old) Coriolanus.

#abosas #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #tigris snow #mags flanagan #district 4 #the 11th hunger games #the hunger games #coral #mizzen #ma plinth #strabo plinth #livia cardew #suzanne collins #Abosas trilogy

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llliiinnnaaa · 4 months

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Reprisal | Chapter Fifteen

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Thank you for reading, I hope you like it!

THREE MONTHS LATER

She was almost surprised with how quickly she fell for Pias.

Their previous issues at the Citadel aside, he was a good man:

Entertaining and incredibly brilliant, charming and attractive, very wealthy, already quite powerful in the political circles of senators and representatives due to his status as a member of the Board, and his status as a war veteran.

He had a legitimate leg to stand on for Presidency, and he did so with Tawny by his side, the first time he had true interest in finding someone to share his life with in his forty-eight years. . .truth be told, his original interest in Tawny stemmed from wanting to be more approachable to the people of the Capitol.

Coriolanus, though quite young for a Presidential candidate, has a wife, and a baby on the way.

He was a family man, and thus appeared more relatable.

But Pias had quickly been as swept up in Tawny as she was in him.

Within three days of that small conversation on the elevator, he was shrouding the apartment shared with her parents in roses – the gesture made her flinch initially, the flower being tied to a completely different person in her mind.

But she still appreciated it.

She appreciated him.

For a while, Coriolanus was merely a memory that would be conjured from time to time when his name would be brought up in terms of the political climate.

A temporary President was set in place in the form of a member of Ravinstill’s cabinet, only staying in the position until the next President is elected .

Anyone willing to get their hands dirty had been given six months to prove themselves.

Most of which had dropped out of the running in the first two months.

Now, with three months left, Pias and Coriolanus are left.

Which makes it slightly less easy to keep her old lover buried in her past thoughts.

“. . .Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday, dearest, Tawny, Happy birthday to you!” The table consisting of Tawny’s parents, Dayla and her husband Albus as well as Pias, all sing before Tawny’s blowing out the candles marked with “35.”

“Thank you,” She says about the beautiful cake Dayla and her husband had bought for her through the restaurant, Pias kissing her cheek.

Today had been spent celebrating her.

He made sure of it, given the last rift in her previous marriage before Dyess had been done away with – at least to everyone’s knowledge, he had been done away with – was him growing jealous of her success, not wishing to celebrate her.

“It’s all yours.” Dayla assures her, though there’s no choice in the matter being that the cake in question is more so a big slice, only enough for her and her husband – or just her if she really felt like eating it all.

All day she had been showered in gifts, waking up in the apartment she now shared with Tigris, to a new pearl necklace from her parents who had surprised her with breakfast.

“ Every First Lady needs a good string of pearls .” Tiberius had said as she excitedly gawked at the white spheres, perfectly rounded.

Then, Lucky Flickerman – a grand acquaintance of Pias and Dr. Gaul’s – opened his morning show, singing her happy birthday with the help of his audience.

Tawny knew it probably cost Pias a few hundred dollars, but it warmed her heart, either way.

And then, when she headed out, walking to her car to discover it wasn’t where she had left it, she panicked. . .until she realized the shiny, new car in her spot was wearing a giant golden bow.

She nearly tackled Pias out of sheer joy when he casually came from seemingly nowhere, stating, “ Huh? I wonder who did that ?” whilst waving a car key in his hand, handing it out for her to take.

Then he surprised her with dinner at her favorite restaurant.

It was turning into the most spectacular birthday she’d had, yet.

After a few more moments of conversation, Tiberius and Albus are heading to the front parlor for cigars and a drink, whilst Minerva and Dayla are coincidentally going to the powder room.

“You didn’t want cigars and liquor?” She asks her boyfriend, sarcastically, scooping icing into her spoon, trying to hold back a smile when he wrinkles his nose.

He informed her early on he had stopped drinking a year after he returned from the war, leaning on it far too much to numb the memories of his experiences.

“I’m just fine here.” He replies. “Watching the most beautiful woman put away sixteen square inches of – “ His voice cracks, the two of them laughing before he can fully get it out, her hand shoving at his arm when he finally adds, “ – Buttercream.”

“Would you like the other eight square inches?” She offers, knowing he’ll decline, her question only spurring the both of them further into chuckles.

Once they get settled off, she’s taking a sip of her water, while he starts, “You know, I didn’t know exactly how you and I would work out.” He confesses, next.

“Is that so?” She asks, raising her dark brows.

“Mhmm.” He nods, wiping a small dot of buttercream from her lip with a grin. “But I quite like us together.”

“Oh?” She replies, another bite of cake going to her mouth.

“Certainly.” He states, green eyes still soft from gazing at her another moment before stating, “We get along so well together, in fact, I’d love nothing more than for you to move in with me.”

He now places an open velvet box in front of her, containing an unused key.

She stares at it, brown eyes meeting him as she struggles to find her words.

So soon ? Being two of them.

“You’re forgetting something, Dr. Pinnacle.” She finally says to him.

“And what is that?”

“My father — who is deeply old-fashioned and damn near had a stroke when I came up pregnant out of wedlock — would not approve of nor appreciate his future President shacking up with me.” She informs him, looking down at her cake as she scoops one more bite onto her spoon.

When she looks back up at him, he’s got another box in his hand.

“Who said anything about shacking up?” He replies to her.

Her bite of cake falls back to her plate, her silverware with it.

“ Pias .” It’s merely a whisper as she glances from him to the ring and back to him.

“Tawny Amaryllis Gaul, I absolutely adore you,” He says as the shining 32 carat, oval cut diamond stares at her, another shaky, “Pias,” leaving her lips.

“I know the first time you got married, it did not go how you planned it, but there is no other reason for me to want to marry you other than being completely enamored by you.” He says, softly, before repeating, “I absolutely adore you, and I want to continue to do just that until my last breath.” He adds, raising his brows. “Will you finally make an honest man out of me?” He asks, causing a giggle to leave her as she had poked fun at the fact he hadn’t been married before, earlier in their relationship.

She’s nodding before she can stop herself.

“Yes?” He asks her.

“Yes.” She repeats, and he slips the ring onto her uneasy finger that rattles with each breath that’s heaved from her chest.

She honestly did want to marry Pias, to be with him, feeling for him what she hadn’t felt since first falling in love with Dyess — but that was puppy love that faded before she even got pregnant with their daughter and they married.

With Pias, she was sure it would be different.

Neither of them are children, they know who they are, they know what they want, and they’re certain that they want each other to be included in those goals.

His lips press to hers before he’s pulling away, exclaiming, “We have to tell your parents!”

Her smile almost falters as he stands, his words like throwing ice on her as she glances at the large diamond on her finger.

It’s not her parents that she’s concerned with knowing.

It’s not her parents that barge into her peace of mind.

It’s not her parents that she feels the need to apologize to for agreeing to marry the man clinging to her hand.

She truly wants to marry Pias Pinnacle, but she can’t deny the unnerving feeling that by doing so, she’s betraying Coriolanus.

Coriolanus scribbles down another thought that had come to his mind while Philo fips through the recent poling papers stating, “We’re up more than last month.”

“And Pinnacle?” Snow questions calmly.

“He’s still ahead, sir.”

Snow scoffs under his breath, once more baffled by the ignorance of the Capitol.

“Of course he is.”

The two men completely ignore the meek receptionist standing in the doorway, not until a shaking hand knocks at the open door.

“Hmm?” Snow hums, not glancing at her.

“Mr. Snow?”

Dayla’s voice pulls his and Philo’s gaze.

Coriolanus had hired her as an assistant of sorts – only under the condition that her husband would rally support for Snow amongst his politician friends.

Albus Shoemake had stated, “ But. . .I’m not a politician . I’m merely a Gamemaker. ”

“ Gamemaking is the highest form of politicking ,” is what Snow had informed him in response.

Within two days, Dayla was resigning from the Citadel to work for Coriolanus, and had been doing a wonderful job thus far.

She unfolds the newspaper, looking down at the front page with a small frown.

She hadn’t necessarily planned on telling him herself, but since a photo of it had been captured and plastered damn near everywhere in the Capitol, she’d rather he find out now instead of in public.

He accepts the paper when she offers it, adding, “I was going to tell you about it last night, sir, but we got back so late. . .”

Snow furrows his brow at the newspaper before him, his blood pressure getting a small uptick at the sight of Tawny crying with a big smile on her face, her hands resting on either side of Pias’ face, her hand adorned with a massive diamond, under the headline:

WHAT A GUY!: TAWNY GAUL SAYS ‘YES’ TO PIAS PINNACLE AFTER THREE MONTHS OF DATING.

He knew they were dating, he had seen them photographed together but this ?

A few minutes later, the paper is tucked underneath his arm as he quickly makes his way down one of the aisles of Dr. Gaul’s experiments, usually taking the time to look them over and gawk, but not now.

She catches a glimpse of him before turning back to her jabber jays with an amused, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Mr. Snow?”

He holds the paper up for her to read, studying for any shift of expression, but she just smiles and pipes, “Ah, well on her for finding someone so. . . complacent .”

“She found my rival .” He hisses, frustrated that she doesn’t seem to understand the magnitude of what this means.

“Rebels are your rival, Mr. Snow. Stagnant leadership is your rival.” She replies, closing the small enclosure of the chirping birds. “But until you secure your presidency, lack-luster debates and poor poll numbers are your rival.” She starts to another cage and he follows right after her. “With the upcoming debate, perhaps focusing a bit more on those instead of floundering about over who my niece lies her pillow next to –”

“ – This has nothing to do with that .” He argues lowly, sternly, repulsed with her insinuation, and she ignores him.

“I must say: I never thought you to be the type to expect loyalty you’ve not earned.”

He clenches his jaw.

He has well earned Tawny’s allegiance.

Not just hours put into working together on her cases and ensuring she had one successful subject for the Games, but personally .

She had been the one to encourage him to run for President, only to quickly get together with Pias and now agree to marry him?

They hated each other.

So why did they get together the way they had in the first place?

Snow recalls that he and Tawny had their own banter, disagreements, rows when they first had to work together. . .it ended with him between her legs.

A grimace crosses his face at the thought of Tawny and Pias in the predicament.

No , he thinks to himself. She’s with him for money, and that alone. She has to be .

He knows better, however.

She’s with him to be First Lady.

It doesn’t matter how it’s justified, his mistress is still fucking his Presidential competition.

Former mistress , a voice in his head corrects him.

No, no. Not former.

She’s still very much his .

He just has to remind her of that, and she’ll be crawling right back to him, begging for his forgiveness — and he’ll grant it to her because he’s patient, understanding, gracious. . .the qualities of a fine President.

Qualities that Pias Pinnacle can’t offer.

“I want to be rid of him.” Snow says evenly, confiding his thoughts in Dr. Gaul as she fiddles with an eel tank.

“Does Coriolanus Snow, future President of Panem, wish to be rid of Pias Pinnacle? Or does Coriolanus Snow, former lover of Tawny Gaul, wish to be rid of Pias Pinnacle?”

His suspicion of her knowing is plainly confirmed, Dr. Gaul not batting an eye or sparing him a glance as she asks it.

He takes in a steady breath, not replying.

“If you want to win this election, Mr. Snow, you need to differentiate between President Snow, and Coriolanus Snow. Those two versions of yourself that will be in constant battle. President Snow can’t react irrationally, nor can President Snow blatantly smite those around him that inconvenience him — not so obviously, at least. And certainly not right now before he’s even secured his Presidency. If Dr. Pinnacle were to randomly become incapacitated, or worse, it would be too coincidental. It would cost you your election, as well as my niece’s affections.”

“I don’t care about your niece’s affections.” He denies harshly.

She glances at the newspaper in his hand, before looking back up to him.

“Clearly.” She sarcastically retorts.

He tightens his grip on the paper, his knuckles turning stark white as he composes himself in her company before turning on his heel to leave.

“How is Dr. Cardew? Did she ever see her doctor this morning like I recommended?” She’s stalling his steps, and he furrows his brows and looks at her as she keeps her back turned to him. “I’m sure it’s just some spotting — although such as that is abnormal in women eight months pregnant.”

Livia had called Dr. Gaul late in the night after her husband had laid down, concerned with some bleeding she had been experiencing.

Worry washes through Coriolanus, confusion mixing with it, anger following. . .but he doesn’t dare allow it to show, refusing to give Dr. Gaul what she wants, knowing that she’s aware he doesn’t know about it or else Livia wouldn’t have waited until he wasn’t awake to call.

“She did.” He replies cooly, smoothing any shaking or surprise in his voice. “All is well.”

“Delightful!” She pipes, now turning her head over her shoulder, smiling widely. “What a fright for you two. . .but I’m relieved we’ll still be having our little Snowflake flurrying about soon enough.”

Livia looks up from her book upon Coriolanus stepping into their bedroom, a wide smile on her lips at the sight of her handsome husband, dropping her book to belly, reaching on his side of the bed for the many newspapers she had been brought concerning Tawny Gaul’s engagement to Pias Pinnacle.

“Darling, can you believe this ?” She asks as he takes his coat off, then his shoes, plucking at the buttons of his cuffs. “I told you! I told you something just was not adding up about Dyess’ alleged involvement in Ravinstill’s assissination.”

Livia had been verbally expressing — quite enthusiastically — her suspicion of Tawny and Pias.

Coriolanus had heard every conspiracy theory of hers under the sun, but she was sticking to the one of Tawny and Pias murdering Ravinstill and blaming Dyess to get him out of the way so they could be together, her only evidence was that they started dating so quickly after Dyess’ arrest.

“It’s obvious at this point.” She starts, once more. “I mean, her husband messed up her career — then he randomly gets arrested for planning Ravinstill’s assisination. Next thing we see is Tawny and Pias Pinnacle — who’s never hid his disdain for her — out and about, and within a few months they’re getting engaged?” She explains, walking him through it while he takes in heavy breaths, unbuttoning his vest, then his shirt. “I’m telling you, Darling, she and Pias have been having an affair, and he’s always given her a hard time to cover up the fact they were secretly together.” She continues, her theory making Snow’s knuckles tense up where his hands tug at his belt. “They needed to get rid of Dyess so she could be with Pias so obviously having him killed was the best option.” She finishes, finally noticing the fury behind his blue hues that glare at her. “What’s the matter?” She asks him, her brow furrowing in concern.

“I saw Dr. Gaul today.” Is all he has to say before she’s closing her eyes and sighing out.

“Coryo — ”

“ — You were bleeding and you didn’t tell me.” He gets the rest of his clothes off before heading to the bathroom.

“I didn’t want to worry you, sweetheart.” She winces as she gets off the bed and follows him. “And it was nothing, truly. I went and saw Dr. Lilas, and she said all is well. It was just a little spotting — I even got pictures. I left them on the kitchen counter for you to see.” She explains. “Clearly you didn’t, however.”

“It’s my child, too, Livia. You can’t just omit things such as that. If something were truly wrong and I were blindsided by it — ”

“ — But nothing was wrong, and you weren’t.” She argues, leaning against the counter as he turns the shower on.

“That’s not the point!” He yells harshly, slamming his palm against the glass of the shower so hard that it pops under the pressure, threatening to break from its place secured in the gold trim of the shower door, making her jump in her skin.

Very rarely — very rarely — did Coriolanus lose his temper with her.

When he had before, he shouted and left it at that.

She hadn’t seen him this angry.

Ever.

Lately, his temper flared more and more.

She knows the stress of running for President is contributing to it, surely.

Little does she know Tawny rolling around with Pias is also contributing to it.

“I’m sorry, Coryo.” She says softly, reaching her hand out to touch him.

He dismissively flinches away from her touch, escaping to the comfort of the shower, slamming the door of it shut behind him.

He waits until her blurry form steps to the door of the bathroom and leaves him before tears of resentment roll down his cheeks, mingling with the hot water.

Resentment of Dr. Gaul, resentment of Tawny, resentment of his own wife, feeling as though they are all conspiring to drive him to utter madness.

#coriolanus snow x oc #coriolanus snow x gaul oc #young!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 8 months

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Vivek Ramaswamy has described himself as an “outsider”, accusing rivals for the Republican presidential nomination of being “bought and paid for” by donors and special interests.

But the 38-year-old Ohio-based venture capitalist, whose sharp-elbowed and angry display stood out in the first Republican debate this week, has his own close ties to influential figures from both sides of the political aisle.

Prominent among such connections are Peter Thiel, the co-founder of tech giants PayPal and Palantir and a rightwing mega-donor, and Leonard Leo, the activist who has marshaled unprecedented sums in his push to stock federal courts with conservative judges.

Ramaswamy is a Yale Law School friend of JD Vance, the author of the bestselling memoir Hillbilly Elegy who enjoyed success in finance before entering politics. At Yale, Vance and Ramaswamy attended what the New Yorker called an “intimate lunch seminar for select students” that was hosted by Thiel. Last year, backed by Thiel and espousing hard-right Trumpist views, Vance won a US Senate seat in Ohio.

Thiel has since said he has stepped back from political donations. But he has backed Ramaswamy’s business career, supporting what the New Yorker called “a venture helping senior citizens access Medicare” and, last year, backing Strive Asset Management, a fund launched by Ramaswamy to attack environmental, social and governance (ESG) policies among corporate investors. Vance was also a backer.

Ramaswamy’s primary vehicle to success has been Roivant, an investment company focused on the pharmaceuticals industry founded in 2014.

The Roivant advisory board includes figures from both the Republican and Democratic establishments: Kathleen Sebelius, US health secretary under Barack Obama; Tom Daschle of South Dakota, formerly Democratic leader in the US Senate; and Olympia Snowe, formerly a Republican senator from Maine.

Ramaswamy’s links to Leo – recently the recipient of a $1.6BN donation from the industrialist Barre Seid, believed to be the biggest ever such gift, but now reportedly the subject an investigation by the attorney general of Washington DC – are many.

As reported by ProPublica and Documented, Ramaswamy has spoken at retreats staged by Teneo, a group Leo chairs and which aims to connect high-powered conservatives, to “crush liberal dominance” in American life.

Other Teneo speakers have reportedly included Ron DeSantis, the Florida Governor polling ahead of Ramaswamy in the Republican primary, and the former South Carolina Governor Nikki Haley, who trails Ramaswamy and clashed with him on stage in Milwaukee.

ProPublica also linked Thiel to the genesis of the Teneo group. According to a document seen by The Guardian, Ramaswamy became a Teneo member in 2021.

Elsewhere, Ramaswamy is a board member of the Philanthropy Roundtable, a group with ties to Leo, and a member of the Federalist Society, the Leo-driven group which works to stock the courts with conservatives.

Ramaswamy has also spoken to and received an award from the State Financial Officers Foundation (SFOF), a group of Republican state treasurers.

In June, in South Carolina, the Post and Courier newspaper reported that last year, before launching his presidential bid, Ramaswamy attempted “to leverage his [Republican] connections to gain access [for Strive] to lucrative contracts to manage pension funds … [with] total assets of $39.6BN”.

Similar pushes were mounted in Missouri and Indiana, the paper said. Curtis Loftis, the South Carolina state treasurer, told the Post and Courier there was “nothing improper” about such approaches.

Asked about Ramaswamy’s claims to be an outsider in light of his links to rightwing donors, activists and establishment figures, a campaign spokesperson told The Guardian: “Vivek has lived the American dream and has had tremendous success in business.”

“There’s a colossal difference between someone who has friendships and business relationships with wealthy individuals and politicians who change their policies and positions to please their Super Pac donors,” they added.

In the Wisconsin debate, Ramaswamy flourished in the absence of Donald Trump, the former US president who faces 91 criminal charges but nonetheless leads Republican polling by huge margins.

Amid speculation that Ramaswamy might end up Trump’s running mate, Reed Galen, a Republican operative turned co-founder of the anti-Trump Lincoln Project, called Ramaswamy “a classic 2020s America tech bro bullshit artist … Trump for the 21st century”.

Ramaswamy’s claim to be an outsider, Galen said, was part of his “fundamental understanding … that MAGA [the pro-Trump Republican base] wants him to show that the rest of these people [in the primary] are politicians. He’s willing to be the showman … the outsider. Anti-establishment. ‘If anything is there, I dislike it because it’s there.’ You know, ‘I’m going to have fun with this. I’m not going to take it seriously because you’re a bunch of hacks and goons.’”

But in another sense, regarding Ramaswamy’s ties to the likes of Leo and Thiel, Galen said: “I think that he’s an insider.”

“He walks into a room with Leonard Leo and says, ‘What do you need me to do?’ … And they’re like, ‘Here’s what we want you to do. Here’s what we need you to do.’ Right?”

“Do I think [Ramaswamy] cares about [issues like restricting] abortion? No, not particularly. I don’t think he has a firmly held belief on it. But if he thinks that it will help him, and in exchange for that Leonard Leo will throw a little chicken feed of the $1.6BN that old man gave him, to help him? Sure, what the hell?”

“He didn’t ever think he’d get this far. So now he’s just gonna push it as far as he can.”

Ramaswamy, Galen said, was closely tied to a world of donors and non-profits in which Leo is “certainly at the center. And this movement only moves in one direction, and it’s toward the darkness. It’s towards authoritarianism. And it’s because it finds people like Ramaswamy. And the more that all these other candidates will now attack him, they will drive him further and further into the arms of those people.”

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Burgess Observer(Aka Frosts town newspaper)FINAL ISSUE!

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

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Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

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Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

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Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

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After an unsuccessful presidential bid, European Commissioner for International Partnerships Jutta Urpilainen will not run in the European Parliamentary elections in June. According to Helsingin Sanomat, she made the decision to stay out of that race before Finland's presidential campaign even started.

"I have been asked to run for office, but this time I will skip the elections," Urpilainen told the newspaper.

The mother of primary school-aged children told the paper that she wants to live daily life in the same country as her children. The family plans to move back to Finland after her term on the European Commission concludes at the end of this year.

She reflected on the recent campaign positively, saying that it was "a great experience in every way". However, she admits that trumping even second-place winner Pekka Haavisto would have meant achieving the near-impossible.

"Haavisto has practically been the number one candidate for centre-left or non-bourgeois Finland for 12 years," she said, adding that he has long been popular amongst SDP voters.

The 48-year-old says she hasn't ruled out a return to domestic politics, but that "right now it doesn't seem likely".

Sex education should start early

Meanwhile, in tabloid Iltalehti's domestic news, sex education is in the spotlight – in particular, the need to teach children about sexual diversity.

In the southern Finnish city of Hyvinkää, Grade 5 teacher Laura Lindholm points out that the 5th year textbooks educate children primarily on human reproduction and heterosexual sex.

She says it's a good introduction, but that children of that age need to learn that sexuality doesn't just exist between men and women. She says she goes to other sources, such as Yle Areena and materials from the NGO Väestöliitto (the Family Federation of Finland) to supplement the textbook.

According to Lindholm, children learn more through social media than their parents or teachers realise. Therefore, it is the teachers' job to correct misinformation. They have discretion to use outside sources, as long as they follow the curriculum.

However, sexual therapist Marja Kihlström says it's a problem when children's sex education is left up to the teacher's discretion, as there is no obligation to teach gender- or sexual diversity.

In Kihlström's view, it's good to develop a child's self-confidence and understanding by talking to them about how families and relationships are different, and how there are more than two genders. She points to recent homophobic discussions about presidential candidate Haavisto as being particularly hurtful to minorities.

"The realisation of sexual rights is linked to political will. It should be protected so that all children get the same information," Kihlström told the paper.

Bring on the (weather) chaos

Thursday will be relatively calm but Friday will bring meteorological chaos, just in time for the start of the ski holiday in southern Finland, according to rural newspaper Maaseudun Tulevaisuus.

A strong weather front will come in from the west, bringing up to 25 cm of snow to parts of the country and sleet and rain to other regions.

This is preceded by a cloudy Thursday for most of Finland, with Lapland getting some glimpses of sun. The forecast is for 1-10 degrees below zero Celsius in the west and 10-15 degrees below zero in eastern and northern Lapland.

The paper warns its readers to be particularly careful if travelling for the ski holiday. The weather is set to settle into rain and drizzle between Friday and Saturday, creating difficult conditions for those on the roads.

#nunyas news #updates from up north

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katnissandpeetamellark · 3 months

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Another version<3

Should I make another version for "Vote No to Snow"?

Not My President (young)

Not My President (Old)

Say No to Snow Original Version

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Major News Stories for the Day: July 14th

💰~President Joe Biden has began the process of forgiving $39 billion in student loan debt for 804,000 borrowers resulting from fixes to income-driven repayment plans. Borrowers who qualify will be notified within the next coming days.

📰~Disgraced former fired television host Tucker Carlson interviewed many 2024 Republican presidential candidates today.

🎈~A clip goes viral of a man thought to be former Vice President Mike Pence getting nailed in the head by a water balloon thrown from a young child. The man is not Mike Pence but is Nassau County Executive Bruce Blakeman. The young girl is still being hailed a hero.

🎶~Twitch streamer and rapper DDG released a new song today where he seemingly shades his girlfriend Halle Bailey about her role as Ariel in The Little Mermaid. “Filming a movie now you kissing dudes, You know I love you a lot, I don't give a f*ck if that sh*t for promo.”

🎬~The Right wing gets triggered over leaked images from the upcoming live action remake of Snow White which they take issue over a Hispanic actress Rachel Ziegler being portrayed as Snow White and the 7 magical creatures being diverse and not labeled dwarfs .

#cancel student debt #cancel student loans #student loans #tucker carlson #2024 elections #mike pence #Bruce blakeman #halle bailey #ddg #snow white #7 dwarfs #peter dinklage #rachel ziegler #trending news #general news #entertainment #tumblr

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giuliettagaltieri · 3 months

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Break the Bondage

Pairing: Presidential Candidate!Coriolanus Snow x Strategist!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Paramour

Warning: elitism, vulnerability, mentions of death

Word Count: 3083

4 of 6

Having to deal with the Capitol politicians and businessmen was something that Coriolanus Snow had come to tolerate as they were his people. They were of the same kind and same background.

Interacting with the District politicians was something else. They are too desperate to please, quick to take offense, and they had to introduce their entire family line to Coriolanus and you. A lot of them claimed that their great great great grandfather’s cousin was born in the Capitol, or something of the same narrative.

It gets worse and worse as you reach the Districts farthest from the Capitol. The mayor’s mother in District 9 even insisted that you look so much like her late husband’s sister. She claims them to be old money. Coriolanus and you had to humor her of course.

You are just glad that your tour is coming to an end.

“You look tense.” You spoke flatly as you read the success of your tour in the papers.

Coriolanus looks away from the dim passing scenery of the train window to study you. “I do not.” To make it look believable that he was indeed, not tense, he walks over to the refreshment table to pour you both a cup of tea.

“Thank you.” You say silently as he gently places the cup on your table. He sits himself next to you. You grin at this as you continue to scan the article. Try as he might to act aloof, he is an openbook to you. Coriolanus sips his tea in silence. He opted to sit shoulder to shoulder with you, well…shoulder to head, as he is less likely to have his face read by you, that is what he tells himself.

“Listen to this.” You giggle and he hums in response. “Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Swansworth stuns Panem with their reinvention of modern campaigning by touring the Districts, reshaping the silhouette of a typical Capitol couple in such a way that has the people breaking into rapturous applause. They really are the faces of our future leaders.” You inhale deeply, eyes closing and Coriolanus breaks into a smile,

“A triumph.” He comments.

“Future leaders, Coriolanus.” You squeeze his arm in your excitement. “Future leaders.”

He places his hand on your thigh as he reads the spare newspaper. You eye his hand, heart pounding. You have felt for him once, those feelings remain until today, well kept and incheck but still there. You wonder what he is planning but you choose to drop it when he does not speak again.

For some time, you just keep each other company until a rap on your compartment door steals your attention.

“Mister Snow, sir. Miss Swansworth. We are approaching District 12.” The peacekeeper stationed outside informs you.

You let out a sigh, folding the paper as you finish what is left of your tea.

“Are you ready for this, Mister Snow?” You ask coyly.

A grim expression crosses his face but he nods.

The weather is not as welcoming compared to the other districts. It was raining very hard, with thunderbolts startling you every now and then.

It was very muddy, you hesitated if you should step out of the train. Reporters were already waiting for you, suited with heavy coats to protect their tools of trade. It is a shame you cannot hear their questions over the rain.

Coriolanus stood tall next to you, smiling at them and you wave, the both of you looking like every regal Capitol couple would.

The mayor comes, chased by a skinny boy with an enormous umbrella. He looks like he could be swept by the winds any second.

“Apologies, Mister Snow, Miss!” He yells, his face dripping with the rain. “The weather is apparently not on our side today!”

Coriolanus’ hardened eyes look at the man for a moment before he leans closer to the door, his hair swayed by the strong wind. “No matter! We are glad to be here in your District!”

The mayor steps back and the reporters click their cameras at you.

“Coriolanus.” You groaned quietly. “My shoes.”

He hides a quick mocking laugh and looks you up and down. He noses your cheek and you almost stop him with all the cameras in front of you.

“We can’t stay here, they’re waiting.” He whispers.

“But-”

Coriolanus cuts you off by stepping out of the train and into the mud, dirtying his socks and pristine shoes. A large umbrella carried by another kid is placed over him, but his crimson suit was already dampened, making it look closer to a maroon.

You smile at the camera to hide your uneasiness. You have been doing so well, you are in the final District, you cannot ruin this now. You no longer have an injured foot to use as an excuse. With a deep breath, you step closer to the door. You look Coriolanus in the eyes. He’s waiting, closely watching you. And of course, you do not want to disappoint him.

Gently, you put your foot out and you shiver at the droplets that wet your skin. Before your shoes can land on the mud, Coriolanus scoops you in his arms, making you yelp in surprise.

He adjusts you in his chest, pulling you closer and you shrink to yourself, eyes wide as you look at him in surprise and confusion.

“Ohh!” The mayor claps his hands at Coriolanus’ chivalry and the reporters follow suit.

You wanted to wipe that smirk playing in Coriolanus’ lips. He’s always so unpredictable, you hate it.

But you hate yourself even more when a hiccup escapes you, your hands cover your lips but with you in his arms, it was hard for Coriolanus to miss and a rumble of chuckles from his chest had your face erupting to a flush.

The mayors lead you to his home, the peacekeepers close behind you as the reporters follow suit.

You clear your throat, jolting every now and then as you hiccup, it was most embarrassing. Especially when the people of District 12 were lining up in the streets. Most of them did not have anything to protect them from the harsh rain.

“Coriolanus, the people.” You say sadly and he only hums, a charismatic smile plastered to his lips.

“Smile for them, sweetheart.” He tells you. “Or if that is too much, smile for me.” He glances at you quickly but his eyes are set forward before you can respond.

And you do your best to smile. You meet their anxious gazes with your warm ones. Yours hold an unspoken promise, something that you will probably not fulfill, but boosting their morale is what matters most. A little girl was clinging to her mother and she waves at you. So young, her dress was patched and she was shivering.

“Coriolanus, stop.”

The man pauses and your entourage follows suit.

“Is something the matter, my dear?” He asks, a perfect blonde brow raised at you.

You ignore how your heart jumps at the endearment.

“Uhm.” You hesitate now but you look at the little girl again. “You can put me down.”

His frown deepens. “The mud.”

You look down and shake your head. “It is not as bad as I thought. And you can always just buy me new ones.” You smile at him as you stroke his bicep to coax him into agreeing with you.

Coriolanus looks at you, as if a battle is happening behind those blue eyes but you did not back down. He sighs and gently places you on the ground. There was a soft squelch and you tried your hardest not to grimace.

“Shall we get going then?” He asks but you place a hand on his chest.

“Wait.” You smile at him and you start to unbutton your coat and drape it on your arm.

The frown in his face gets more and more deeper that you had to place a gentle kiss in his jaw to calm him.

You know that he does not feel for you the same way you do for him but there is this possessiveness in him that makes you want to fool yourself into believing that he has affection for you.

When you try to get closer to the people, his firm hand was quick to grip your forearm, but you give him a pleading look, one you know he will not refuse.

Coriolanus nods at the peacekeepers who keep their ground as he accompanies you closer to the little girl.

“Hello. I saw you waving.” You smile and the little girl returns your smile shyly. “What’s your name?”

She looks at her mother and you frown slightly.

“Uhm…I am so sorry, Miss Swansworth. She-she cannot hear. Her name is Lily.”

“Oh.” Your face drops and Coriolanus places a hand on your back, as if to provide a form of comfort to you. “Well.” You drape your coat around Lily’s shoulders, she gives you the brightest smile and her hands make these gestures that you do not understand.

“She says ‘thank you’.” The mother sniffles. “And that it’s warm.”

You return their smiles.

Coriolanus plucks a pristine white rose from his boutonnière to slip behind Lily’s hair.

The little girl looks at her mother with uncontained excitement.

You wave at Lily one last time, smiling at her and the people around before letting Coriolanus guide you back in the safety of your entourage.

After that endearing encounter, the visit was proving itself more and more disappointing.

The reporters asked the same questions as every other reporter did in the other Districts.

How you find their District.

How fared your travels.

It was getting difficult to paraphrase your answers.

Despite the exaggerated generosity of the mayor and his family, Coriolanus just could not relax around him. He is being diplomatic by entertaining the man but you cannot miss the ticks of his jaw, or the absence of willingness in his words. As if he was trying to bring every conversation to a deadend. Not that the man or his family notices, they were just happy to have someone from the Capitol in their home.

With all the jabbering of the mayor about his small achievements, the food turned cold and Coriolanus’ temper did not seem to ease.

“Darling.” You spoke to Coriolanus, head leaning to his shoulder when the mayor busies himself with pouring more wine. “It is getting awfully late.”

Coriolanus looks you in the eye and quickly recognizes the boredom in them. “Indeed.” You straighten up and a satisfied smile spreads on your lips. “Mister mayor.” Coriolanus begins formally and the man looks up, his face red from all the drinking. “Miss Swansworth and I. We had a long journey. We would love to accept your family’s hospitality and rest in the room you have prepared for us.”

The mayor starts speaking to you about the house as he leads the way, how it is made of the finest wood, and the number of people who built it. You chose not to speak so as to not embarrass the man after he felt so proud of this…well, he calls it a house. He would be a laughing stock if anyone else in the Capitol heard it.

Coriolanus’ answers became shorter and shorter and he even cannot hide the frown on his brows by the time he closes the door to the mayor’s face.

Unlike in the other Districts, Coriolanus and you had to share a room here in 12. They just assumed that it is acceptable to share a bed despite being unwedded. Most couples practice here at 12, apparently.

“It’s freezing.” You rub your arms as you look around the place. “And it smells like…like mothballs.”

Coriolanus collapses on the bed, his posture stooped for once as his arms rests on his thighs.

“I’m sorry.”

You stop in examining the aged walls upon hearing him say it. You purse your lips before turning to look at him, trying to look impassive.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats. “You did not have to suffer this kind of discomfort with me.”

Without a word, you walk over to Coriolanus and sit on the bed next to him.

“I dragged you here. Made you live like the Districts. You…you almost-” He shakes his head, hand massaging his brows. He is a mess and he is breaking apart.

You sigh and lie on your back on the bed, your feet still dangling on the edge of the bed.

“You did not drag me here.” You chuckle softly. “I volunteered to come.”

“Still-”

“Listen to me, Coriolanus-”

“Corio.” He corrects you, making you smile.

“Corio.” You say playfully. “I made my own decision to come here with you. Please do not forget that you can never make me do something that I do not want to do.”

He laughs breathily and copies your position. You both stare at the wooden ceiling in silence.

“The truth is. I enjoyed this tour.” You started fiddling with your fingers. “I got to spend time with you, saw parts of you that you refused to show anybody, this trip helped me get to know you better.”

A scoff from him surprises you. “You don’t know anything about me.” He sits up and before you can reach for him, he sits on the floor instead. He leans his head on the bed and you watch him curiously.

“This place kills people.” He says.

You sit up slowly, just observing, trying to understand where this behavior is coming from.

“It was the games that messed with my head. Opened my eyes.” He continues. “But this place. This place makes you do things that would haunt you forever.” He props a knee and rests an arm there. “The hanging tree, the poverty, the fucking mud. And the people.” He cups his jaw as if trying to calm himself.

Gently, you slide down next to him, watching the dull walls as you feel his warmth next to you.

“The tribute. I thought we loved each other. I truly believed we did.”

Your eyes dart to your skirt, chest tightening with every passing moment of him talking about her. You wanted to get out of there.

“But it wasn’t really love, was it?” He sneers.

Coriolanus receives only silence as you are afraid your voice might break if you uttered a word.

“Love is not selfish.” He places a hand atop yours that was resting on the floor. “It is about sacrifices but never about giving up who you are or what you could be.” His grip tightens on your hand. “I don’t have to choose between the life I was preparing myself for and love.” He raises your hand and presses a kiss to it.

“Corio.” You say gently but he shakes his head.

“I don’t deserve you.” He spoke against your skin and your heart breaks, listening to him talk so vulnerably. “You are too good. And I am wicked.”

You are silent as you watch him cradle your hand against his face. He is crying. The sobs were contained but the wetness of his cheek against your hand was unmistakable.

“I am not a saint.” You say quietly.

“You are not a murderer either.” He challenges. “Your tribute from the games was just a kid. The Mayor’s daughter had her back turned when I pulled the trigger. Sejanus cried for his mother when he hanged from the gallows. My hands are stained.”

A ringing silence follows after he shares to you a secret he worked very hard to bury, taking care of loose ends that cost him his peace of slumber for years.

You would hate him now. He is certain of it.

Just like Lucy Gray and Tigris, you would run away. Away from him.

“That may be true.” You agree as your other hand cups his cheek. “But if I am still to offer my heart for those sinful bloodstained hands to hold, I am no better, am I?”

His crystal orbs rise to meet your glassy ones.

“Even after all I have done?”

You smile painfully, heart clenching with irrevocable affections. “You can burn this world to the ground and I would still want you.”

He stares at you in confusion, as if wanting to pick your mind apart, to understand why and how you can feel for him so immensely when he has done nothing but cause you pain.

“Why?”

“I told you, I am not a saint.” You pull him by the nape to look at him closely, your noses now brushing. “You seem to forget easily. I am a Swansworth.” You flash him a haughty smile. “And I do not scare easily.”

It felt utterly liberating to be free of such burden and be wrapped up in you now. He laughs in disbelief, pausing to look you in the eye before his gaze drops to your inviting lips.

Coriolanus believes that if he does not kiss you right then, it would be a crime. Cruelest yet from all he has committed.

You smile at him from underneath those lashes of yours and Coriolanus Snow does not really have the control to pull away now.

His hooded eyes meet yours and he reveled in how yours flutter close as he inches closer. Your lips brush the slightest bit and a surge of electricity burns your lips that made him pull you close to a bruising kiss.

That kiss ended the push and pull between you.

You are his woman, not only for show this time.

When you returned to the Capitol, Coriolanus might as well have brought you with him straight to the presidential palace. Even president Ravenstil welcomed your return. It made the two of you feel like you are heroes of some sorts.

In some way, perhaps you were. Any talks of rebellion from the outskirts of Panem went silent as your successful tour brought great happiness and a false sense of belongingness to the public.

Poor Hilarius Heavensbee, nothing he did after your tour made it to the headlines.

You and Coriolanus will get what is yours. You swear it by your fathers’ grave.

The day of the election finally came. Neither Coriolanus nor you slept that night. Your hand was trapped in his hold the entire night and you did not complain as his warmth, despite being clammy from his nerves, soothes your anxieties.

The results came on the break of dawn.

Snow landed on top.

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Sunday, August 27, 2023

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Nerve agents, poison and window falls. Over the years, Kremlin foes have been attacked or killed (AP) The attacks range from the exotic—poisoned by drinking polonium-laced tea or touching a deadly nerve agent—to the more mundane of getting shot at close range. Some take a fatal plunge from an open window. Over the years, Kremlin political critics, turncoat spies and investigative journalists have been killed or assaulted in a variety of ways. None, however, has been known to perish in an air accident. But on Wednesday, a private plane carrying a mercenary chief who staged a brief rebellion in Russia plummeted into a field from tens of thousands of feet after breaking apart. Assassination attempts against foes of President Vladimir Putin have been common during his nearly quarter century in power. Those close to the victims and the few survivors have blamed Russian authorities, but the Kremlin has routinely denied involvement—as it did on Friday by saying it was “a complete lie” it had anything to do with the jet crash. There also have been reports of prominent Russian executives dying under mysterious circumstances, including falling from windows, although whether they were deliberate killings or suicides is sometimes difficult to determine.

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A Crisis of Confidence Is Gripping China’s Economy (NYT) Earlier this year, David Yang was brimming with confidence about the prospects for his perfume factory in eastern China. After nearly three years of paralyzing Covid lockdowns, China had lifted its restrictions in late 2022. The economy seemed destined to roar back to life. Mr. Yang and his two business partners invested more than $60,000 in March to expand production capacity at the factory, expecting a wave of growth. But the new business never materialized. In fact, it’s worse. People are not spending, he said, and orders are one-third of what they were five years ago. “It is disheartening,” Mr. Yang said. “The economy is really going downhill right now.” For much of the past four decades, China’s economy seemed like an unstoppable force, the engine behind the country’s rise to a global superpower. But the economy is now plagued by a series of crises. A real estate crisis born from years of overbuilding and excessive borrowing is running alongside a larger debt crisis, while young people are struggling with record joblessness. And amid the drip feed of bad economic news, a new crisis is emerging: a crisis of confidence. A growing lack of faith in the future of the Chinese economy is verging on despair. Consumers are holding back on spending. Businesses are reluctant to invest and create jobs. And would-be entrepreneurs are not starting new businesses. “Low confidence is a major issue in the Chinese economy now,” said Larry Hu, chief China economist for Macquarie Group, an Australian financial services firm.

Syria’s south rocked by protests amid anger over fuel hikes (Washington Post) Protests against the government of President Bashar al-Assad have spread across southern Syria in the days following a government decision to slash fuel subsidies, amid growing desperation as hyperinflation sends prices soaring. As the relatively rare protests gained force under a government that has applied brutal tactics to keep its population in line through more than a decade of civil war, young activists crept through the streets of the southern city of Sweida at night, affixing makeshift fliers to shuttered storefronts, encouraging civil unrest. The protests began Aug. 20 at a central roundabout, with a chant of “Syria wants freedom.” A demonstrator spray-painted a message on the roundabout’s edge, giving the gathering point a new name: “Dignity Square.” The demonstrations have since spread, as have photos and videos of them, some evoking the protests that filled the country’s streets in 2011 as hopeful masses demanded the ouster of Assad. Years of conflict were to follow.

Power returns to most of Kenya after a 14-hour outage (AP) Electricity was being restored in most parts of Kenya on Saturday, 14 hours after the longest outage in recent memory, the majority government-owned power distributor said. There was still no clear explanation for the outage that hit on Friday night, shutting down the country’s main international airport, affecting major hospitals and even the president’s office compound. The outage came just weeks before Kenya’s government hosts the first Africa Climate Summit, where energy will be key on the agenda. Kenya gets almost all its energy from renewable sources, but infrastructure and alleged mismanagement remain an issue in the country of more than 50 million people.

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Bad Press (part 1)

Pairing: dark!toxic!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, slight sejanus x fem!reader

Summary: (au) after avoiding getting caught cheating in the games, a hopeful presidential candidate snow is fed up with your slanderous reporting, so he decides put you in your place

Warning: 21+ (drinking), eventually smut, blackmail, threats, dom!snow, sub!reader, slight jealousy, slight misogyny, obsession, power imbalance, porn with a plot

Word count: 2k

A/N: hi :) this is my very first public fanfic soooo please cut me some slack if it sucks, but if it doesn’t i have many many more in the vault so I appreciate the constructive feedback. this first part is just spicy build up which i could have posted as all one story, but it makes more sense to split it up (plus i love a good cliffhanger) anyways enjoy! part 2 is coming soon here

Coriolanus is unsatisfied as he turns today’s papers. Today’s headline are insulting.

Presidential candidate’s poll numbers fall like Snow.

He reads the byline and is not surprised. You always write these nasty articles about him. You seem to be no fan of his, article after article all he reads is about how poor his politics are or criticizing his work. In the summer times, when the Hunger Games roll around, you always have something to write about. How boring they are or how as gamemaker, lacks the proper skills to keep the games entertaining. None of which was true, but that’s not what bothers Coriolanus. What bothers him is when people truly think they know more than they do. When they think they are smarter than they are. It’s pathetic and that’s what truly, truly bothers him. The arrogance. He flips the page and clicks his tongue, as he reads the next headline,

Plinth Presidential Potential?

He checks the byline, it’s you, your article. Again. Is this a game to you? A funny joke to be such a fantastic moron as to write such defamation? Once he was president, press would not be so careless in their writing. He sips his tea squinting at the article and the black and white photo of his longtime classmate and friend, Sejanus Plinth. He didn’t even want to run for president, he didn’t care for the privileges of his life. He would much rather be back in the reaping bowl if he could have his way. Nothing more than a little district brat according to Coriolanus. He folds the paper up, rises from his seat, and tucks the paper under his arm. As he leaves the dining room, he tosses the paper into the fireplace, not bothering to watch as the ink melts and the print is reduced to ashes. He storms to his bedroom to finish getting ready before another day at the lab with Dr. Gaul working on new mutants for next years games.

Coriolanus stands in front of his mirror, slicking back his hair, he tries not to let the headlines bother him. He couldn’t let you keep getting away with this slanderous behavior. Then it dawns on him. He knows exactly how to keep you in line. Later that week was The Candidate Gala which, despite the latest publication, Coriolanus would attend with pride and have his poll numbers even higher than they already are. He would…charm you. That’s a nice way to think of it. He would make sure to get you nice and wrapped around his finger then you’d behave. He realizes he’ll to need get leverage with you, use his connections to Dr. Gaul as a scare tactic perhaps? He thinks of what to do as he leaves his penthouse for the lab.

The Gala comes around quickly and Coriolanus was more than ready to attend. On the drive there, he thought about you. He knew you’d be there of course. The Candidate Gala always had invited reporters and he knew you, given your contrarian reporting recently, you would be an attending guest. The car pulls up and Coriolanus exits. He walks into the venue and immediately heads turn. He fakes a few smiles and waves to some familiar faces, but as he stalks the crowd, his eyes only search for your face. He looks around and then, there you are. Your long, silky, black hair as straight as an arrow as it grazes just above the small of your back. And your red dress, which hugs you just right, is hard not to notice as you stand there looking coy and annoyingly sweet. You casually hold a flute of champagne in your hand, it dangles from your fingertips as if it is about to slip out. You’re immersed in conversation with, who Coriolanus recognizes as another journalist. You flip your hair past your shoulder and laugh. You don’t seem to notice him as he stalks towards you. You don’t notice him at all and as he announces himself to you, you flinch slightly.

“Mr. Snow. It’s good to finally make your acquaintance.” You shake his hand

“That’s funny you say that given you seem to have me figured out don’t you?” Coriolanus sneers

At that comment, your friend steps away, excusing herself by acting like she sees someone she knows. You give her a knowing look, then turn your attention back to the handsome young blonde, who you allegedly despise.

“Look Snow, it’s nothing personal, I write fair.” You give him an innocent look, touching your hand delicately to your chest, causing his eyes to glance at the valley of your breasts. He flashes his eyes back at you, rolling them and huffing out a sigh of disgust.

“And your readers really believe Sejanus Plinth wants to announce his run for presidency? This late in the game?”

You shrug your shoulders knowingly.

“Well you never know. I felt that piece wasn’t too unrealistic. I laid out a pretty good case for a President Plinth.” She smirks putting extra emphasis on her P’s as she speaks.

Snow smirks back at you as you bite down on your red stained lip.

“You think you’re such a clever girl don’t you. What’s your game darling?”

“No game.” You shake your head, batting your eyes.

Snow’s eyes dart across the room, making eye contact with the same lost, lonely little boy who you have deemed as the next candidate for president. Sejanus notices and smiles at him, but Snow quickly turns his attention back to you. He leans in close, towering over you.

“You know the press wasn’t always so careless with their stories.” He starts, taking a glass of posca from a waiter as they pass by.

“There was a time where truth and facts held importance. Before the war, then journalists started speaking out of term. Writing lies, slander against their great Capitol.” He nods. You raise an eyebrow at him, beginning to wonder what is point is.

“A lot of scholars would agree that the immense amount of freedom of press is what led to the Rebellion. All the rumors floating around. No one knew what was true, what was merely a tall tale created by some journalist who just wanted to stir things up. You don’t want journalism to divest into some sorta fraud again right? That would be a real shame.” Snow recounts, emphasizing the few last words.

You realize how close he’s standing to you and take a small step back, your eyes never leaving his. You temper your breath, hoping he can’t hear your heartbeat as it races in your chest. His pretty, blue eyes pierce your own, poking at you to respond to him. He gives you a look as if he has just asked you if you like his suit or think the color looks nice on him. You feel caught off guard and slightly threatened. You sip your champagne and gather a newfound confidence.

“Be that as it may, I’m sure that people have learned their lesson. Besides, Capitol news doesn’t even make it to the districts anymore so if anything happens, and you don’t become president…” you pause, pouting at him slightly.

“…well, no one would know you there. Private Snow instead of President Snow would be the greater shame. Don’t you think?” You smirk, touching his shoulder briefly. You bid him a sarcastic farewell and go off to find your friend.

Coriolanus is left alone, his cheeks red hot and his breathing becomes laborious. He’s fuming and will not be made a fool of so easily. He hasn’t felt this small and out of place in a long time. Just then, Sejanus walks towards him with a goofy, unknowing smile.

“Chatting it up?” He asks nervously

“Not really…” Coriolanus huffs

“Oh well that’s a relief.” Sejanus smiles letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Why?” Coriolanus inquires

“Well..” Sejanus leans in “I’ve kinda been seeing her…I thought I should tell you” he whispers

“Oh? Is that why you’re Panem’s next president according to her.” Coriolanus scoffs, hoping to sound sarcastic

Sejanus blushes slightly and rolls his eyes.

“I know. I had no idea until this week, but finding out was..ha..k-kinda a funny story actually...” he starts to stutter.

“I met her at one of my Dad’s business partner’s dinners. I hit it off with her, took her home. S-she had uh spent the night with me and was teasing me the all night, and well I thought it was teasing, anyways she was saying that I would make a good president and then I told her I wouldn’t want to take my chances away from you. Then the next morning she calls me…” Sejanus continues to recall, a goofy boyish smile spreading across his face.

“And I thought that, I mean I thought she was just being sweet you know, after staying over. Well she called me to tell me to look at the papers and yeah…”

Coriolanus soaks the new revelation in, inhaling deeply, trying to remain calm at his friend who had just confessed to him that he’s sleeping with the same journalist that writes absolutely lies and malarkey about him.

“Did you know it was her?”

“You know I didn’t pay attention to the news that much. I didn’t even realize she was the same journalist you complain about until that next morning.”

Coriolanus thought for a moment. Senjanus wouldn’t lie about that. After all he really doesn’t pay any attention to the news and politics which could only mean one thing.

“She’s trying to get to me..” Coriolanus declares. “She knew we were friends and is trying to pit us against each other? Why?” he whispers

“Damn. I need to drop her for sure now. That sucks because she was…I mean…” Sejanus sighs, a slight lustful longing in his eyes

The gears turn in Coriolanus head. Yes! This is the exact leverage he needs with you. And he knows exactly how to charm you now.

“Don’t worry about it” Coriolanus smiles deceitfully patting Sejanus on the shoulder.

As the evening goes on, Coriolanus chats up a few old classmates and a few Senators. All the while, he kept his eye on you, waiting for the perfect moment to give you the attention you apparently seek. Then, he catches you departing. You make your away alone out of the venue and Coriolanus pushes through the crowd to get to you. Once he catches up to you, he slides his fingers around your wrist and tugs. He calls you by your last name, slightly out of breath.

“What do you want Snow?” You scoff, trying to tug your hand away, but he pulls you closer. His breath fans your face and you turn away. “Let go…” you grumble. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

“And let you go write another one of your little stories. I don’t think so princess.”

“Are you threatening a member of the press?”

“No. I want to set the record straight though. Why don’t you interview me?” He smirks

“What? Interview you?”

“Yes, don’t act like you don’t want an interview from me. After all, you seem to be a big fan of mine no? Always writing about me aren’t you? Why don’t you get it straight from the source this time?”

“Well…” you start “it would boost the paper’s rating so…fine. Call our secretary and set up a time with me later this-“ you rush then unexpectedly, he pulls against his chest, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Come home with me” he whispers, grazing his forefinger and thumb across your chin. Your heart flutters slightly. You’re beginning to be charmed by him, you want to resist, but deep down this is what you have been after. His attention. You pout your lips and squint at him.

“What is your game Snow?”

“No game.” He smirks

“Well I’m done drinking for the night so…” you breathe

“I have tea” Coriolanus cuts in and before you know it you’re walking up the steps to the building of his lavish penthouse.

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Part 2

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