toxiclovergirl

[toxiclovergirl]

SORRY | series masterpost

Art Donaldson x Reader

Art and [Y/N] met through Patrick when they were seventeen. These are moments in all those shared years in their lives where Art had to say sorry.

SPONTANEOUS.+

SHITHEAD.+

SOLUTION.

+ indicates smut/adult content

this is the official recommended reading order, even though they may be published out of sequence.

[toxiclovergirl]

Cruel World

*after being with Coriolanus for almost 8 years, you thought the trauma from the hunger games would go away but it never did*

i was 16 when i was chosen to fight in the Hunger Games. i was just a little girl, against an arena of teenagers bigger than me who wanted to kill me. i couldn’t comprehend the fact that it was my destiny to fight in the games. all until I met Coriolanus. 

Coryo was chosen as my mentor, i didn’t really understand what that meant until he explained it to me in full detail. he was going to help me win the games, and he had so much courage that he was positive i could win. i was just a small girl, not a very intimidating one, but i sure was fast. 

“wear something red, so we can match. i’m sure Tigris can find you something,” Coriolanus says to me as i rip through our closet which we share. tonight we have a gala, nothing that i am involved with, but i have to go anyways. 

“hmmm okay,” i stare at every dress that is hanging from the rack, i’m not very partial to red anymore, so there is nothing. i could just have Tigris pick me up something from the dress store down the street? i look over to Coriolanus as he tries on different button up tops in his mirror, even though we all know he’s going to pick the same white one he always does. 

i walk over to the dresser that stands in the open closet, clothing i rarely wear is kept in here. i’m not one to throw things away, especially clothes i know that i could pass down to someone. it is the district in me that never throws anything away. 

dresses and skirts i wore after the games fill these drawers, clothes i thought suited me but didn’t at all. 

i get to the bottom of the drawer and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach when i realize what it is. the dress i wore to the reaping, the same dress i was forced to wear during the games since they didn’t want to give me another change of clothes. i pull it out and hold it in my hands which begin to shake, just at the mere thought of being in that arena again. 

the once crimson color looks more like burgundy from the stained dirt and blood that was covered in it. i forgot that i even put it in there. 

“is that what you’re wearing?” Coryo asks me. 

does he not remember? he was with me for the entirety of the games, how can’t he remember this is what i was wearing? i remember the side his hair was parted to and the color of his socks. Coriolanus was all i could focus on during that time. 

“n-no,” i silently begin to cry, thinking about my young self, fending for herself to stay alive, all while people watched for their entertainment. 

“where is Tigris?” i ask him, my voice shakey. 

“she must be at her studio, is everything alright?” 

“yes, i just need to see her,”

“the gala is in two hours, how will you have enough time to get ready?” my back still faces him but his worried voice comes closer to where i stand. 

“darling is everything okay?” his hand rests at the bottom of my back, while his head rests at the crook of my neck to kiss it gently. 

“yes, just emotional is all,” i tell him honestly without telling him exactly why. i think if i say how i’m truly feeling out loud i won’t be able to pull myself together for the gala. 

“do you want me to call Tigris? she can drop off a dress for you,” his large hands begin to rub my back, as his hot breath lingers next to my cheek. 

“yes… please. i have nothing to wear,” i drop the dress i was holding back into the drawer, my hands still shaking. 

Coryo pauses behind me, not speaking, but just breathing against me. 

“is that the dress you wore? in the games?” he walks to the side of me to hold the dress and observe it. 

all i can do is nod my head as i watch him hold it out in front of him. 

“Jesus, no wonder you’re upset my darling, i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize what it was until now,” he gently sets it back down before he’s engulfing his long arms around my entire body. i continue to cry into his chest, probably destroying his shirt with my tears, but i don’t think he cares. 

“why don’t we stay here tonight?”

“what? no no Coryo this is important for you, we need to go,” i say with my cheek flat against his chest. 

“y/n i am the president of Panem, i can do anything i want. and i’d rather stay home with you. why don’t we have some dinner and wine?” he backs up from me to watch my face. 

“are you sure?”

“yes, i am sure,” 

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #the hunger games