Oxytocin | Coriolanus Snow | iv.
One act of kindness from a peacekeeper may be your salvation or your doom. Possibly both.
Warnings: NON-CON, Blackmail, District 8 Reader, Stalking, Kidnapping
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
A smile blooms on your lips as you watch Tilly play hopscotch with her friend near the street. Snow’s melted enough this morning to be able to draw chalk patterns on the cobblestones. The young girl woke up excited to enjoy the day. And while you’re nowhere as thrilled, seeing the joy and life return to her gaze is more than enough for you.
The little girls’ buoyant laughs fill the street and you let yourself bask in the moment. It’s rare that you get time to yourself lately. Your shifts at the factory take up most of your time. And you’ve been spreading yourself thin, hoping to keep concerns at bay by remaining busy. White wisps surround you as you blow a long breath. You readjust your scarf and rub your gloved hands. Cold air seeps through the tiny holes in your gloves. You’ll need to stay after hours on your next shift to mend them. Perhaps you could even purloin enough throwaway remnants of wool to make Tilly a new pair. She’ll soon outgrow hers.
Besides, her health might have improved for now, but you never stop worrying about her catching another cold, one that might be deadlier than the last.
Lost in contemplation, you draw a sharp breath when an object drops from the sky onto your lap. Your eyes widen as you lower them. A pair of knitted gloves rests in your lap. They’re clearly brand new and the wool quality is unlike anything you’ve ever laid eyes on. You can tell from the thickness and vibrancy of the twining threads. You’re tempted to give it a brush with your fingertips, revel in the warmth oozing from the fabric. But you refrain.
“I don’t want that,” you snap, whipping your head up.
A towering, lanky frame clad in the peacekeeper’s signature blue uniform fills your sight.
You toss the gloves at him and he catches them with a deep sigh. He sits near you on the steps. The hairs on the back of your neck bristle with his proximity, his broad shoulder grazing yours as he turns to study you.
You shiver as his gaze runs along your frame. You don’t look at him. You don’t want to. You’ve done your best to forget about him these last few weeks, even if his ever-lurking presence is hard to ignore. Whatever you do, wherever you are, he’s never hovering too far away.
He seizes your hands, forcefully slipping the gloves on your frostbitten fingers.
“Come on, you’re freezing,” he says. Your lips tighten as you meekly comply. Arguing with the peacekeeper has never worked in your favor. So why even try? You let him put the gloves on you, cursing the comfort you feel when the warm fabric hugs your fingers. An absent thought drifts in your head as you admire the wool. You never owned anything this nice. The quality evokes the clothes that usually head straight to the Capitol.
All the nice things go to them first while District dwellers beg for scraps.
Coriolanus leans back, his large hands spreading over his knees. His stance is far too relaxed for your taste and you shrink further on your side of the narrow stairs.
As his icy blue orbs settle on your cousin and her friend, you tense.
“She seems to be doing well. I’m assuming the medicine helped,” he notes, smugness oozing from his words. His attention scorches your skin as you pointedly evade his stare. You loathe the satisfaction he draws from this. More leverage to use against you. More opportunities to make you feel small, helpless.
“What are you doing here?” you curtly ask.
His small chuckle makes your stomach coil.
“Is this any way to greet a friend?” His tone becomes light, playful. “Especially one that comes bearing gifts?”
Your brows knit. “Friends…”
Hot air tickles your earshell as he bends over you, whispering, “The closest of friends.”
Your heart skips a beat.
He grabs your chin, angling your face towards his. A shuddered breath leaves your lips as stark blue eyes drink you in. “Really birdie, not even a smile? Come now.”
You nudge a tremulous smile onto your lips.
His thumb grazes your trembling bottom lip as his mouth twists skyward. “Better,’ he praises quietly.
A winning glint sways in his eyes and your stomach lurches.
“Hi!”
Tilly’s cheerful voice shatters the moment. Coriolanus releases you and relief billows inside your chest.
He beams at the young girl, replying in a similar tone, “Hi.”
Your young cousin bounces on her feet, excitement rounding her gaze as she admires the peacekeeper. Your frown deepens at the exchange.
“I’m Tilly,” she announces solemnly, offering her hand to shake.
Coriolanus laughs as he takes it, mirth lighting up his handsome face.
“I know. I know all about you.” A mix of shock and awe decorates the young girl’s features with that information, as if the peacekeeper knowing anything about her was the most extraordinary thing in the world. “I’m a friend of your cousin. My name’s Coriolanus.”
“Coriolanus,” she repeats, as if mesmerized by the sound of his name alone.
“Here. I have something for you,” he says.
He reaches inside the pocket of his uniform and pulls out a bag. Your cousin jumps, her eyes sparkling with joy when he hands it to her.
“Candy!” she exclaims.
Your face pinches at the sight of the colorful sweets in the bag. These aren’t easy to acquire.
“Tilly…”
“What?”
The young girl’s expression is dejected as she looks at you, almost like she can sense your disapproval and is preparing to return the gift. Your shoulder sag. You don’t have it in you to refuse her this small sliver of delight.
You shake your head and smile.
“Nothing.” You hunker in front of her. “We should go back inside.”
“But I want to play…” she pouts.
“You have chores. And Coriolanus…” Your eyes lift to him. Amusement hasn’t left his expression. “is very busy.”
He doesn’t say anything as you shove your cousin inside the house. He lingers by the door and you fidget beneath his heavy stare.
“I’m guessing you have…somewhere to be.”
His gaze drags over you as a small smile dances on his lips.
“Yes, I hear I’m very busy,” he teases. Shock fills you when he leans to brush his mouth against your cool cheek. “See you soon, birdie,” he mumbles, his deep voice making your stomach flutter.
You’re relieved when he finally leaves. You chase away the peculiar sensation his closeness sparked as you shut the door.
You don’t get time to collect yourself, your little cousin immediately asking, “Is he your boyfriend?”
The pitch of your voice goes high with shock.
“What? Are you crazy?”
Tilly frowns. “But I saw him kissing you.”
Heat nestles in your cheeks. Maybe from an outsider’s perspective, Coriolanus’ closeness could be misinterpreted, the peacekeeper perpetually crowding your space despite your reluctance. Still, you can’t believe it’s what the little girl thinks from looking at the two of you.
It couldn’t be further from the truth.
Every fiber of your being burns with hatred for him.
“No, we weren’t. It wasn’t…” you sputter, your embarrassment cresting as the excitement in your cousin’s eyes doesn’t dwindle. “He wasn’t kissing me. We were just talking.”
“About girlfriend and boyfriend stuff,” she insists.
You sigh. You approach her and grip her shoulders.
“Tilly, I need you to promise me something.”
She blinks up at you. “Yes?”
You crouch before her so you’re at eye level.
“You need to stay away from peacekeepers.”
She purses her mouth, glancing down at the bag of candy.
“Yes, but Coriolanus…he was nice to me.”
Your stomach sinks.
“Well, Coriolanus isn’t like the others.”
She nods in understanding. You’re glad she doesn’t ask any further questions. You wouldn’t know how to begin to explain your relationship with him.
Not in any way that makes sense at least.
For a fortnight, you don’t see much of him. You bask in the tranquility of your usual routine, going back and forth, from home to work, and preparing to celebrate the end of the year with your cousin. It won’t be lavish, of course, but you’re hoping to save up enough from your wages to get Tilly a teddy and perhaps even a toy this year.
While most of your family has passed away, you want to cherish the things you still have. Perhaps you can even create new memories for your cousin, happier memories. She has been bedridden for months now and it’ll be the first holiday she’ll get to truly enjoy as a healthy, normal child.
He appears again as you’re working your usual shift, casually switching places with another guard. While you pointedly avoid looking in his direction, you feel the weight of his unwavering eyes, watching you as always.
Still, you diligently weave the silk on your loom. Your attention cannot stray. One mistake and the fabric will be ruined.
“Your shadow’s there,” Yara notes from her station right next to yours.
Your eyes flick upward briefly as you nod.
“Yeah.”
Silence hangs in the air a while before your friend speaks again.
“It doesn’t seem to bother you that much.”
You shrug. “I’m getting used to it.”
Her eyes land on the gloves peeking from the pocket of your long skirt.
“By the way, I meant to ask…Is that from him?”
You hesitate a little before begrudgingly admitting, “Yes.”
She moves her head in acknowledgement.
“I see, gifts now.”
Stepping on the treadle to slow down the motion of your loom, you snap your head to Yara.
There was something in her tone just then, an implication you didn’t like.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
She shakes her head and scoffs, “It’s just interesting, is all.”
“My hands were cold,” you defend.
“You could have thrown them away. I made my own. It’s what we do every year. Make our own.” Her gaze locks with yours. Licking her lips, she seems to mull over something before she asks, “Is there something going on between you two? I mean other than what I already know.”
Your face grows hot.
“There is nothing.”
She studies you for a few minutes before turning her focus back to her loom.
“Right,” she says.
Your annoyance mounting, you give the treadle a vigorous push and start weaving faster.
You let your friend’s prickly comments fade somewhere in the back of your mind. You have no desire to explore this dangerous line of thought any further.
There is indeed nothing going on between you and the peacekeeper. You keep repeating it to yourself as your fingers assemble the threads as if your life depended on it.
It helps you ignore the way your blood races in your veins.
Relief fills you when your shift ends. Tension built in your body and firmly remained since Yara began questioning you. You can still feel it in the stiffness in your limbs, the heaviness in your chest. You make haste as you dart across the hallways, eager to return home.
Your escape is halted by a pair of strong arms pulling you in a dark corner of the factory.
You look up at him through wide eyes. That teasing smile you’ve grown all too familiar with decorates his lips.
“Why the rush, sweet bird?”
“Coriolanus…” You step back from him. “Can’t you just leave me be, just once?”
He approaches you, forcing you to shrink against the wall. He cages you, his hands on each side of you as he drinks you in. You dip your head, overwhelmed with the scent of roses washing over you.
“I can’t actually.” Warmth swirls in your belly as his tone lowers. “Look at me.” He puts two fingers below your chin to angle it upward. His eyes narrow. “You’re upset.”
“Just had a long day,” you elude with a shrug.
He scrutinizes you. Your mouth quakes, his silence unnerving you.
After some time, he finally announces, “I’m getting discharged soon.”
“Oh, where?”
“I’m getting sent back to the Capitol.”
You gape at him. That’s not what you expected to hear. Though you surmise it makes sense, with him being around less. A strange mix of feelings surges inside your chest. But mostly, relief, freedom. You’ll be able to breathe properly again, without the uneasy attention of the peacekeeper tailing you everywhere you go.
Though you try not to let your emotions show. You give a tilted smile.
“Isn’t that a good thing? You get to go home, return to your life.”
His knuckles sweep over the apple of your cheek.
“Well…I’ll miss some things about District 8.”
You clear your throat. “I should get back home.”
“Meet me tonight,” he says bluntly.
“What for?”
His eyes darken, running over your trembling frame. His thumb skims over your bottom lip.
“I’m leaving. We should celebrate, just the two of us.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You truly hoped to avoid…colliding with the peacekeeper again, in any way, but you suppose it was inevitable. One way or another, he’d have asked for more of you, simply because he could. Your fate is in his hands after all. He could easily make your life here hell just by whispering in the right ears.
Still, you can’t help voicing a feeble protest.
“Is that necessary?”
His eyes flare with danger. Your breath snags as he grips your jaw, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks. Your pulse thrums beneath his palm.
“I don’t want to be mean to you right now, so don’t make me.” Though his tone is soft, his expression is harsh and inflexible. “Just do as I say.”
You give a shaky nod.
“S-See you tonight.”
He releases your face and you take a deep breath. His crooked smile is wide and victorious as he hops away from you.
“I look forward to it, sweet bird.”
You put a hand on your chest as he disappears, willing your thundering heart to slow down. You find comfort in a single thought. At least, after tonight, you will finally be rid of the peacekeeper.
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