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I would've married you...

summary: Johnny's funeral

pairing: Johnny Sinclair x reader

contains/warnings: suicidal ideation, religious afterlife discussion and general religious titbits, Blake Beaumont, weed mention, SA (non consensual peck on the lips), violence (blake gets what he deserves 🤷‍♀️), depressive episode, not proofread by anyone but me, improper grammar at points, basically all the "I'm no expert writer" warnings 😭

a/n: I teared up bad 5 times writing this. (updated how many times I cried as I wrote more of this btw) how do people write this all the time? This got way darker than I meant it to. I'm sorry 😭😭

This was the summer of funerals. First, Tipper's, now Johnny's, then Gat's off somewhere else, then Mirren's. Carrie suggested a combined funeral. The Liars would want to be together, even in mourning and death. But between Cadence still being in the hospital and not able to attend and Gat's mother wanting his funeral separate, away from Beechwood or Martha's Vineyard and all the rich stuck up white people that came with it, 3 funerals were arranged. All within a month. None of them would want a fall funeral. They lived and died by summer. You'd thought about visiting Cadence in the hospital, but Penny had said she was out like a light most of the day anyway and didn't know if your presence would be too good for her recovery. You agreed. Also, because of the fact that you couldn't get over that she lived. Why her? Why not Johnny? None of their lives were worth anymore than the others, so why did she get to live? It was only when your mother reminded you of the horror Cadence was experiencing with her brain injury, survivors guilt when she came around to it, that you backed off.

You had attended Tipper's funeral with Johnny back in June. Open casket and she looked so peaceful. "Maybe she's young again," Mirren said when pondering what Tipper's heaven was like. You wondered that for Johnny and Mirren and Gat now. Could they be younger? Maybe Gat would like that, maybe Mirren, but not Johnny. Johnny loved being a teenage boy. His 'sexual prime' as he called it. "I think a person's sexual prime is in their early 20s" you told him. "Even better!" he responded. You still couldn't fathom Johnny's death. You were still in denial or numbness, you didn't really know, you just knew you hurt. A lot. How could he just be gone? He'd invited you to Beechwood that summer but you claimed staying home was more important, you should've gone, maybe you could've saved them, or at least him, or something! instead of just sitting at home waiting for the next time he went into town to text you back!

"You look good, little man," you tell Will as he fiddled with his tie, ghosting your hand of his gelled hair, in the gest of ruffling it up. Johnny would always do that with him. But actually mess his hair up. And get a chuckle out of Will getting upset by it.

"Thanks," Will says simply. He had been struggling with words since Johnny's death. Especially conversations with you. But you were each other's best comfort since Carrie had just been floating around and Ed was trying his best to do it all. Rewatching movies in silence or replaying levels of Will's favourite video game together was your most common pass time now. Will glances up at you beside him from the knot of his tie. "You look pretty," he comments and you give a half hearted smile. Your black dress one Johnny bought for you months ago, walking you to the counter by your shoulders in a hurry as you tried to say it was too expensive. Hair and makeup done how Johnny used to like it. Black heels that made Johnny comment on how good they made your asset look before you swatted his arm for being crude. "I think mom tied my tie wrong," Will says, eyes going crossed as he kept staring down at it. You bend down to take a look, taking the knot in your hand and twisting it to figure out what she messed up on.

"I'll fix it, bud," you say as you pull it loose, undoing it, and Will nods, holding his head up high to give you space to flip up his collar and redo it. It's the most up you'd seen him since Johnny died.

"How did you learn how to tie a tie?" Will asks, having never seen a girl have to tie a tie.

"Watching Johnny," you answer, the memory hurting but it was good to discuss it, at least, that's what your therapist said. Your mother worried you'd be a suicide risk and, beside checking on you a million times a day like the second you got the chance you'd try to end it, got you a therapist. Carrie reached out and said they could pay for it. You spent most days at their place anyway. You'd become like her daughter. She always had been excited for you to become her daughter in law. You wrap the end of his tie around before pulling it through the loop it created and tightening it.

"Done!" you said as you pulled Will's collar back down.

"Thanks," he replied, hands coming up to check it as you stood back up, hand resting on his shoulder as Carrie came into the living room.

"We should all head out now. We'll be late otherwise," Carrie said in a cracking voice, tucking her clutch under her arm as she rushes out the door, clearly unable to stay still and not wanting people to notice how red and puffy her face was from crying. Your hand moved to Will's back, giving it a pat as you spoke.

"Let's go, bud," you said, trying to keep the energy up to avoid breaking before the funeral. It's what Johnny would want. Will nods and you start heading out.

You avoid eye contact with everyone as you arrive. Or, rather, they avoid eye contact with you, all staring at you but eyes darting away or covering their view the moment you looked back. "Poor girl," "That was Johnny's girlfriend," "She's such a pretty young girl, I'm sure she'll find someone else," "It's so unfortunate that she's here with no one else her age," You overheard woman whisper to their friends or husbands who couldn't care less. "Was Johnny's girlfriend" like you broke up. You didn't. He died. And you didn't want someone else. You had what you wanted, you had your soulmate, you had all that other half bullshit. He died.

Everyone knew Johnny burned to death in old Clairmont. A casket implied there was a body to bury. You didn't even have his ashes. You would joke about smoking a bunch of weed and claiming those ashes were Johnny, but that was Johnny's sense of humour. And he wasn't here to laugh. Just his picture. And that's all that'd be lowered into the ground with that casket. It was haunting you as the high pitched hymns kept dimly dressed people silent. The name "Jonathan Sinclair Dennis" was everywhere it could be and you just wanted to strike it out and write "Johnny" above it. It's what Johnny would've wanted too. Will's hand finds yours and squeezes it, causing you to look to him on your right. Glassy eyes and quivering bottom lip, you take your hand back and wrap that arm around him, the other too, to hold him close, choking back tears yourself.

"I miss him, y/n," Will quietly cries and your eyes water further, but you couldn't have mascara puddled under your eyes when you spoke.

"Me too, buddy," you whisper, rubbing a hand up and down his arm. Any louder and your voice would be cracking like Carrie's earlier.

"You don't think he's in hell, do you?" Will asks, looking up to your face, voice so small it made your heart chip. You shake your head. Sure, he drank, he smoked, he engaged in premarital sex, he swore, he wasn't always ever so loving to thy neighbour, but he wasn't a bad person. Any God worth worshipping would know that and not further punish a boy who didn't even get to say goodbye to his family. That was bad enough.

"Of course not, Wills," you assure him. "He's up there with Mirren and Gat, and Franklin and Eleanor, and I'm sure he has a picture of you up on his wall."

"He has a room up in heaven?" Will questions, not knowing what to picture heaven as. You shrug. You wanted to nod, be more comforting, but you truly knew as much as Will when it came to this.

"Yeah, or a tennis court, or just a place to party forever," you suggest, trying to convince Will that Johnny wasn't just gone. You never really believed much in an afterlife before Johnny died. Desperate people find faith or whatever that phrase was. Will nods and focuses back to the front, your arms still around him while Carrie softly sobbed beside you both. Will's hand finds Carrie's, holding it as tight as he could.

"I'd now like to ask y/n y/l/n to come up and say a few words," the priest says, looking to you and you nod, hands fidgetingly folding and unfolding the piece of paper you wrote your speech on. You'd never heard an eulogy before and hope you did it justice for Johnny. Heels clacking against the floorboard of the chapel's aisle are the only noise beside Carrie's shuddering breaths as you make your way up, everyone's eyes on you. You stand behind the podium and flatten out your prepared words.

"I prepared a few words and didn't have much time to practice so excuse my lack of eye contact with the crowd," you say quietly as you adjust the microphone. You were unfixably heartbroken, but you didn't forget public speaking skills. You take a deep breath and stare up at the back of the church, eyes only flicking down to read. "Funerals are a time to mourn, but Johnny wasn't that type. He wouldn't want you all to be sad today but rather celebrate his life. He was a fun, charming, albeit reckless at points, 16 year old boy with a loving mother and adoring younger brother. He had a future in tennis and brought a playful nature to everything he did. He loved a lot of things, a lot I shouldn't say in a church, but knowing how much I loved him, how we all loved him, I know he didn't die with hate in his heart." You make it through the rest of the eulogy, grappling with tears the whole time but finally ending with, "So, to Johnny, who isn't here in this stupid casket," you say, folding your speech back up and gesturing to the casket that felt like it was burning holes into your skin, "you'll always be here," you say, placing your left hand over your heart, knowing how cheesy it sounded but the tears in your eyes didn't care, you were upset, "love, y/n, mom, and Will." You end, hurrying off and down the aisle as tears fell down your cheeks. You sped outside and take a deep breath before you break down, crying so loud you're sure they could hear you but you didn't care, you let yourself cry. Your head was throbbing, eyes red, stomach upset when 2 arms wrapped around you.

"Shh, it's okay," a familiar voice said, trying to console you it seemed but it made your skin crawl. You push him back, stepping away from him. You should've known.

"Is your thing just harassing Sinclairs at funerals or is it just a pass time?" you defensively, rhetorically, question Blake, who stood with his hands up in a mock surrender.

"Whooa, relax, I'm just trying to make you feel better," he said so douchey-ly and you were starting to really understand how someone so sad, not violent, could punch someone's face in. "Besides, you're not a Sinclair, you never married," he points out, another dagger to the heart about it, tapping his left ring finger.

"I'm an honorary Sinclair," you retort.

"Rigghhhttt, so Mirren would be your "honorary" cousin?" he inquired. God, he wasn't going to try and flex he sexted with a dead Sinclair girl, was he?

"Cousin in law technically but that doesn't matter, she's dead, it's none of your business, go", you demanded. Blake lets out a low whistle at your defiance given the situation.

"Why should I? I deserve to be here like I deserved to be at Tipper's funeral," Blake tries to rationale.

"You didn't deserve to be there either! and especially not now! Johnny hated you and he'd hate you're here right now," you state.

"But I thought you said he didn't die with hate in his heart, baby," Blake says, just to see you boil inside. Johnny called you baby. Your lips twitch downwards. "Look, I'm not here for no reason, just soaking in their positive memory till, say, somethings get leaked." Your face drops. The sexting with Mirren. The video of Johnny.

"That's child pornography and defamation of a dead man," you tell him firmly, truly feeling angrier than you think you ever had in your life.

"Not defamation if there's a video," Blake says. That was true. Johnny did do it. But it was settled.

"Alright, then a hate campaign against a dead boy, you proud of yourself?"

"For getting a Sinclair to send me nudes? hell yeah," Blakes answers smugly and you'd never wanted to kill someone more in your life. So you got physical. You push Blake up against the side of the church, knowing God wouldn't approve, and get in his face.

"That's child fucking pornography of a dead girl. Leak it and say goodbye to everything."

"What? like you've had to?" You had to give it to him; he knew where to hit. But you couldn't contain it anymore.

"I will fucking kill you right now, don't fucking te-"

"Like boyfriend like girlfriend," He taunts and you can't stop your fist flying into his face. "Bitch!" he shouts, pushing you away, his hand coming up to feel his bleeding lip. You get back in his face.

"Harris paid to keep it quiet the first time. he'll do it a second time, and a third if he fucking has to. you piece of shit!" you scream in his face and he just smirks. He leans his face closer to yours before pressing a kiss to your lips, smudging his blood on your lip. You pull back in horror, wiping your lip of his blood, eyes widen. Another guy just put his lips to yours at your boyfriend's funeral. After a solid 30 seconds of staring at his shit eating grin, you lose it. You grab his shoulders before kneeing up into his groin and pushing him down on the ground and stomping into his gut with your heel. You pull them off to jump on his face, hearing a very clear "Crack!" with his incredibly loud bellow in pain before Carrie's yelp at the sight. You look down at Blake beneath you before grabbing your heels and running off, dress hiked up. You reach the doc by bare foot and hop on the shuttle, unable to sit still the short ride before leaping off. You bolt to the family doc and quickly strip off your dress and toss your heels behind you as you run to cannonball in. You want to stay under there. In the water, holding your breath till you passed out and sink to the bottom. Run to Johnny in heaven and tell him about what happened through tears while he got you to breathe and held you tight. But you couldn't. You resurface with a gasp and push your hair back from your face with both hands. He'd been gone long enough you should stop expecting him to be places, but you couldn't. You looked to your right, expecting him there, shaking his wet curls like a dog, making you shield your eyes, but he wasn't. It hit you again and you really let yourself cry. Screaming from your gut as you wailed, wishing somehow the fire could've taken you too, or that God would just take pity on you now and kill you in mercy. But he didn’t. If there was a God, he had a cruel sense of humour. Bess, surprisingly, went after you. Mirren's death really put things in perspective for her. You crawl your way to the sand, wanting nothing more than the beach to swallow you whole.

"Y/N!" Bess calls out and you don't even look over to her as she swiftly trots over. It's not like you were dating her child who died, why would she care about you? She drops down beside you, her hand rubbing up and down your back as you hunch over crying till that funeral food Carrie advised you to eat climbed up your sore throat in an acidic stew.

"Why didn't He take me too?!" you cry and you can see the look of heartbreak on her face but you're too upset to care. She wraps her arms around you, holding you as you further cry, wrapped around her.

"I know, sweetie, I know," she says, keeping herself together barely to comfort you.

Bess helped you back up to Cuddledown and helped you clean up, handing you pyjamas Mirren had left there for you to change into after a bath. She kept knocking on the door during your bath, presumably to make you sure you hadn't drowned yourself, which you did consider, and asking if you were okay. You'd grumble and she figured as much. You stare at yourself in the mirror for too long. Your eyes started to look different sizes and lips too small for your face when Bess knocked on the door. You open it, wrapped in a towel and she hands you your bra and underwear.

"I put your delicates in the dryer so you could put them back on," she says, giving you the small pile. You give a half smile.

"Thanks," you say simply, self conscious now that she'd seen you in such a state earlier. She shakes her head.

"it's alright, and," she starts, "I want you to know it'll be okay. I know everyone says that, but I don't lie about it. It will suck for a long time. but, I know Johnny will be so proud with what you do with yourself, honey." Your eyes water again before you blink them back.

"I'm-I'm going to get dressed," you say, gesturing back into the bathroom at the pyjamas that sat on the bench. Bess nods.

"Yeah, alright, just, call if you need me," she says and you nod. "We're family after all, kiddy."

It was clear enough that Johnny's death had solidified you in the Sinclair family, despite the lack of a connection now.

You sat on the couch at Red Gate with Will, eating ice cream from the tub in your criss-cross leg lap as Ed consoled Carrie in the other room. The movie you put on was probably doing very little to console you, but it was familiar, so you rewatched it. The female lead says yes and she lives happily ever after with the male lead. Where was the part where he dies in a house fire before they get to that part?

"Would you have married Johnny?" Will asks, so innocently curious not knowing how bad just the thought hurt.

"We had baby names picked out, Will," you answer blandly, the emotion of it enough to cause another breakdown.

"Really?" he questions and you nod, "what were they?"

"We liked Katarina, Kat, for a girl, and Micheal, Mike, for a boy," you answer, voice deattached as you speak. You didn't want to come off as rude or uncaring, it was the opposite, you just couldn't cope feeling it all, all the time. Will nods.

"Johnny would've been a fun dad," Will remarks and you nod.

"The favourite parent"

"I would be a good uncle!" Will says brighter, like trying to convince you.

"You would've been, Wills," you agree, "would've been" killing you to say. You hated the reality, you hated reality, you hated your life now.

Curled up in Johnny's bed, staring at the old tennis rackets on his wall, Mirren's top discarded for his sweatshirt, tears roll onto his pillow. He was meant to be here, holding you, your head on his chest. His pillow still faintly smelling like him barely sufficed.

Living at Red Gate actually wasn't half bad. Besides Johnny's lacking presence, it was nice to not have to do anything yourself. Besides having to call home minimum once a week, and Carrie updated your mother every day anyway, you didn't have to do anything. Throwing a tennis ball up and down on Johnny's bed, in his clothes, staring out the window, eating nothing all day except what Carrie or Will carried up and sat on your bed and ate with you, or gorging yourself on the seemingly endless treats and snacks in the kitchen. Beechwood had its own kind of charm in the fall, different from summer.

"We're going into town, do you want to come?" Carrie ducked her head into Johnny's/your room to ask, Ed standing behind her. They knew the answer would be no. You shake your head.

"I'm okay," you mumble. It felt like the only thing you said these days. It's all anyone really asked anyway. Video calls with your therapist were bleak. "Are you having thoughts of harming yourself or others?" "I want to die but I'm not going to do anything about it." Carrie nods and closes the door behind her.

Carrie and Ed arrived home while you showered, sat on the floor tiles as the water cascaded over you. You came back to the bed with a small box on it.

From: Carrie (and Ed and Will. Signed off permission by Harris, dont worry)

To: y/n 'honorary Sinclair' y/l/n

The card atop the small navy box read. You open it to find a ring. Blue aquamarine gemstone with a gold band. Capital J engraved in the band. You slip it on your left ring finger before curling back up in bed. It'd be better from Johnny, but his spirit would come to be enough.

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I need an imagine with Johnny Sinclair please, I'm obsessed with him

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Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader long oneshot where it’s Steve’s Birthday and reader surprises Steve with a present and in the present is a sonogram photo and a positive pregnancy test?

Surprise! (Steve Harrington x Reader)

(Summary Up above!!<3)

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(A/n: I am so sorry it took so long I've been busy and working on my other works and finally! Had the inspiration for your request!!)

Word Count: 925

(Warnings!: readers pregnant!, Fluff, swearing?¿)

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  Today was a very VERY special day not just because it is your boyfriend's birthday but it's also the day that you are going to tell him that he's going to be a father. You have put it off long enough and figured to do it as his present.. well one of them...

  Y/n and Steve have talked about the future before and she does know he wants a big loving family. Most of that is definitely because of your little brother Dustin and his friends that you both came to love even if they annoyed the both of you at times because of being stuck babysitting or well watching after them. But not a surprise since the two of you can be very protective and know how to keep them safe.

  Y/n heard the door open signaling that Steve was home. She quickly put the sonogram picture, the pregnancy test, and the little onesie into that already decorated box before closing it and sitting it on the table with the rest of his presents from you, friends, and family. Before bringing the plates filled with his favorite meal to the table.

"Hey beautiful." Steve said smiling from the entryway to the kitchen/dinning room. Y/n turned around smiling coming up to give him a big ole kiss.

"Happy Birthday, Stevie." She said making him smile. "I made your favorite. I figured we'd eat then you can open your presents."

"That sounds great." Steve said as he gave her another kiss before they sat down for dinner.

  After you ate and talked about each other's day as well as cleaned up dinner. It was time for the presents.

"Alright! Now thats done come open your presents." Y/n said grabbing his hand in hers pulling him to the table which he gladly accepted.

"I'm surprised your brother not here."Steve said as he took his seat which made her chuckle as she pulled the one that had your big surprise in it onto your lap.

"He was but I had to kick him out. I just wanted it to be the two of us and plus I have a little surprise for you.." She said, Steve raised his eyebrows.

"You have to wait until you open your other presents!" She said before he could ask. Steve let out a chuckle nodding his head.

"Yes, dear." Before he started opening his presents.

  He started with his mother's present which was a neck tie and his favorite hair spray. Even if he didn't really speak to her she still knows her son.

  Then it was Nancy and Jonathan's which was a new jacket similar to the one he loves so much. Then, Max, Will, Lucas, Mike, and Eleven all came together to get him a record and a CD of his favorite artist which he loved and appreciated. And you both could definitely tell Max was behind that gift idea because at the bottom next to the CD was a comic book.

  Then Dustin who of course knowing their silly brotherly relationship got him a gag gift to remember old times which was the bat w/nails spiked through it and a stuffed crocheted plush of newt the demogorgan. Which made him laugh and shake his head.

Lastly was Robins gift which was a customised shirt that said 'Dingis' with a small heart next to it. Which made Y/n laugh and Steve roll his eyes as he laughed as well.

"So what is the big surprise that I had to wait til the end?" Steve asked curiously as he turned his gaze towards her. Which made her more nervous however she swallowed it down a bit.

"Open this and.. find out." She said as she slid over the present she had gotten him nervously.

  Steve gave her a strange look before taking off the ribbon and opening it seeing the sonogram test and onsie. Y/n watched nervously as his gaze turned back to her.

"Are you serious?" He asked as he held up the sonogram. She nodded hesitantly.

  Steve let out a sigh as his lips turned into a wide large smile. As he brought her into a bone crushing embrace.

"I'm going to be a father!" He shouted making her laugh of relief. He pulled away bring her into a kiss and grabbing her face gently. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She replied with a smile. "Happy birthday daddy."

"The best gift ever." Steve shouted making her giggle with tears of joy and relief. Steve smiled even bigger if that was possible before bring her back into a hug picking her up and spinning her around.

  It was pure joy in this moment. Steve had always wanted a family one that he would love unconditionally and not ignore or neglect or abuse like his parents. A family of his own he could love and would love him just as much. Now after everything they’ve been through it’s happening and not just with anyone with his light that guide him out of his old asshole ways. It’s what he would dream about a girl he would love unconditionally as she did him and a family.

It truly was the best birthday present ever. A dream come…

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Cardew Reader! Masterlist (Mini series)

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(A/n: welcome to my Masterlist for the mini Cardew reader! Series I have going!! OG Masterlist listed and request info! Requests are always opened!)

Chapters/Parts:

1. Our Dirty Little Secret

2. Rumor Has it

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Invisible String (Coriolanus Snow x reader)

(Summary: It's turns out you weren't the only thing Coriolanus left behind when he went after the songbird..)

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Word Count: 2.2k

(A/n: very loosely based on the song Invisible string by Taylor Swift..)

(Warnings: Heartbreak, Angst angst angst!, Coriolanus, indications of cheating, indications of smut, angst w/ happy ending)

"Invisible string tying you and me.."

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"Coriolanus? What are you doing here?" Y/n asked even though she knew the reason.

"They're sending me to District 12 as a Peacekeeper for 20years.. I cheated in the games.." Coriolanus said, as he came into her bedroom.

"To be with Lucy Gray?" Y/n asked, Coriolanus looked at her with a look she didn't mind to pay any attention too. "Dean Highbottom told me you were going to 8.. I just didn't think you'd use the only money you had to go after her.."

"N/n it's not like that." Coriolanus said trying to grab her but she pulled back fighting back the tears that are already forming in her eyes.

"I-I think you should go.." Y/n said as tears flowed down her cheeks. Coriolanus tried reaching out again.

"And... us?" He asked as his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"I think you already made that decision.. their is no us... not anymore." She said as her voice cracked as she gave her necklace to him before she turned around avoiding his gaze. Coriolanus eyes softened sadly as he stared down at the necklace and back at her.

"N/n-" "please just go Coriolanus... go be with Lucy Gray.."

Coriolanus looked at her one last time before leaving with his bag and her necklace that he gave her when they were 16 clutched in hand as he left.

"Did you tell him?" A voice asked from your connected bathroom.

"N-no." Y/n said Turing towards Tigris who had came right before Coriolanus showed up. Tears streaming down her face as she shook her head.

"H-he's going to go be with Lucy Gray." She said in a barely a whisper.

  Tigris gave her a sad apologetic look before going up to her and pulling her into a hug brushing her hand through her hair as she let the girl sob in her arms.

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(Few months later...)

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"Hey baby look who came to visit? Auntie Tigris." Y/n whispered as she smiled down at her 3 month old baby girl with Snow White hair. Tigris gave a small smile looking at Aelia.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked sensing the off ness in Tigris as she held Aelia in her arms rocking her gently.

"He's back n/n.." Tigris said Y/n froze.

"He's been back for a-awhile.." y/n let out a sigh as she laid a now sleeping Aelia back in her crib.

"I know." Y/n said. Tigris eyebrows stitched together in confusion.

"Clemmie and Lyssie stopped by and told me." Y/n said. Tigris expression turned to guilt stitched on her face. "It's okay. I'm not mad for you not telling me honestly I think I'd rather have not known.."

"I haven't told him anything.." Tigris informed.

"I know and thank you for that." Y/n said giving her a smile.

"It's... for the best n/n.."Tigris said giving her a sad smile. "He's just not the same.."

"I know.." Y/n said as she looked down at her sleeping daughter.

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"Wait you don't know?" Festus asked confused. Coriolanus rolled his eyes at the ridiculous shit he was talking about now.

"Know what Festus?" Coriolanus asked as his cold eyes narrowing towards the irritating guy.

"Y/n had a baby." Festus whispered. Coriolanus froze his jaw locking in place as he processed the information.

"Festus!" Lyssie whispered shouted as she scolded him giving his arm a slap.

"What?! I thought he knew." Festus stammered back as guilt creeped onto his face.

Coriolanus turned ignoring their banter and continued his walk and a million thoughts running through his mind as he took his leave of absence.

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Tigris came home to find Coriolanus in her almost empty room and she froze as he held a photograph in his hand.

"You knew.." Coriolanus said as he turned towards his cousin with the picture of y/n holding Aelia when she was just born.

Y/n had insisted on Tigris having a photo of one of the sonogram's as well as a photograph of you her and Aelia. Let's just say a lot of photos for Tigris to know she's still a very big part of her life and always will be.

"Tell me Tigris." Coriolanus snapped. Tigris eyes widened bewildered at his cold tone but yet not surprised.

"Yes, Coriolanus I knew. That day you went over to see her I was there because I had put the pieces together and confronted her about it." Tigris snapped back having enough of her cousins antics after everything. Coriolanus paled a bit and his mask slipped.

"You heard.." "Of course I heard. I saw it as well with you and Lucy Gray." Tigris confessed. Coriolanus let out a loud scoff.

"You could've told me!" Coriolanus snapped raising his voice out in irritation.

"It's wasn't my place to tell you but I'm not surprised she didn't tell you." Tigris clapped back as she took the photo and her last bag that was left besides the furniture she wasn't taking and left.

"If you want to see her. Ask one of her friends because she deserves better than what you've become.." Tigris said with tears perking in her eyes as she placed a photo on the table before she gave her cousin one last look before she left.

Coriolanus stood there looking at the photo Tigris had left of Y/n holding their daughter and smiling. He banged the table out of frustration as he held the photo with a deafening grip as unwanted tears slipped out of his eyes as he raked a hand through his hair.

It's was Sejanus than Lucy Gray and now Y/n and his daughter he never knew she was even pregnant with. But the difference was that Sejanus and the songbird were, where his rose and his daughter were still here...

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  It was late evening and y/n had just put Aelia back to bed from the storm outside that had awakened her when she suddenly heard a series of knocks on her apartment door that she had gotten after she was kicked out for having a child too young. She opened the door and froze upon seeing the one person she didn't.

  Coriolanus Snow the man she once loved so deeply and the father of their child standing in front of her soaking wet from the rain on her door step.

"W-what are you doing here Coriolanus.." Y/n asked, even though she probably already knew why he was here.

"You know why." Coriolanus said softly looking at her with soft sad eyes. Those eyes she couldn't ever say no too not even now..

"J-just come in and we'll talk..." She said feeling both aggravated with herself for letting him in and guilt as she moved out the way to let him in as he came in.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking at her.

  Y/n sighed as she went over to the couch as she ran a hair through her hair as she sat down. Coriolanus following her sitting next to her. Tears started perking up.

"You went after her Coriolanus. You cheated on me with her.. and I found out I was pregnant.. so I had a thought that I'd never see you again." She said as tears streamed down her face. Coriolanus jaw clenched.

"When did you find out? How long did you know before that night?" Coriolanus questioned. Y/n swallowed the guilt adverting her gaze from him.

"I-I found out. When the rebels attacked.." She whispered.

Both of them knew that she hadn't been feeling well the past few weeks and they both knew that day all to well especially Coriolanus because instead of saving and protecting her he chose Lucy Gray which resulted in almost losing her.

"You should've told me! Or written me Y/n! And not have kept my-our child away from me!" Coriolanus said his voice raising in frustration and anger.

"You don't think I tried?" Y/n spat back through tears. Coriolanus looked at her confused. "That night when you went to 'zoo' for the last time I saw you kiss her but I thought no it must've been a mistake and every time I tried your mind was on Lucy Gray and winning."

Coriolanus eyes stitched with guilt and realisation

"I-I felt like I didn't matter to you anymore.. and then that night happened before you left. Then not even a day later I was kicked out."

Coriolanus looked at her and before she could move away from him their lips met in a deep longing kiss and her back was pushed against the couch before it could go further. Y/n heard a cry that made snap back to reality and you pushed Coriolanus off and got up before stopping.

"D-do you want to meet her..." Y/n asked him. He froze looking at her.

"It's a girl.." He asked.

  She nodded hesitatingly holding her hand out for him to take which he did after straightening himself up before he followed her with their fingers interlocked to the room where their daughter laid.

  Y/n let go of his hand going over to the crib. Coriolanus eyes following her as he froze in the doorway as he took in the sights of the room his eyes scanning the baby items and photos before landing on you.

"Hey sh.. baby mamas here." She whispered at Aelia as she picked her up and rocked her gently.

  He quietly came over to her side looking down at their daughter who was reaching a hand out to her mother.

"Do you want to hold her?" Y/n whispered. Coriolanus nodded as she carefully passed her over to him but still keeping one hand on her. Coriolanus stared down at their daughter in awe as he took in her features.

"Whats her name?" Coriolanus asked swallowing thickly. Y/n smiled slightly as her finger was still in Aelias hold.

"Aelia." Y/n smiled slightly.

"The sun." Coriolanus said smiling down at her.

"She was my sun.. my light after.. everything.." Y/n whispered looking at their baby girl who was now back asleep in her father's arms. Coriolanus eyes gazed at her.

"We should let her sleep now.." Y/n said, Coriolanus nodded as he gave their daughter back to her. As Y/n put Aelia back into her crib. They left her room.

"She's beautiful, n/n" Coriolanus said as they stepped out of the room. Y/n said nothing as wrapped her arms around herself.

"It's late.. you can stay the night if you want.." She said as she turned to face him.

Y/n wasn't sure if it was from seeing him with their daughter or what happened before but there was that pool again that was lost during their time apart that was back at full force but Coriolanus must have felt it too as he pulled her into a deep longing passionate kiss as their lips moved sync as she moved them towards her bedroom taking them into a blissful night.

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“Mummy!” A voice shouted behind y/n as she turned around in her husband’s embrace to their daughter as she came running into her mother’s arms.

“Why don’t you say congratulations daddy!” She told her.

After that night, her and Coriolanus gotten back together and were married two years later. Now celebrating Coriolanus winning the presidency.

“Con-congratulations daddy!” Aelia said with a big smile handing him the rose that was pinned to her mother’s hair making it fall slightly. Coriolanus huffed out a laugh before taking it and placing a kiss on her forehead. Just then Grandma’am and Tigris came up with big smiles on their faces.

“Congratulations Coryo. I always knew you could do it.” Tigris said as she gave her cousin a hug.

“I am so proud of you!” His Grandma’am said with a huge smile that reached her eyes as she took his hands in hers. Coriolanus gave her a boyish grin.

“Why don’t I take her off your hands for a bit.” Tigris said gesturing to Aelia. “Give you some privacy.”

Y/n smiled as she handed Aelia over to her aunt. Who willingly went over to her aunt as she reached out her arms. Before they walked back to the room of celebration Tigris gave you a wink and a soft reassuring smile.

“We are so proud of you.” Y/n whispered. “And I have something to tell you..” Coriolanus eyes flickered his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion.

“I was going to tell you earlier but I wanted to be sure..” She said. Coriolanus eyes glossed over with realisation.

“Your pregnant..” He asked. She nodded slightly. Coriolanus smiled before pulling her in and giving her a deep passionate kiss.

“Guess it’s a big night for you President Snow.” She said giving him a teasing smile before he pulled her back into the kiss.

This was how it was supposed to be. This is what they dreamed of back in the academy.. what Coriolanus saw his future.. him, Coriolanus Snow President of Panem with you, Y/n L/n his First Lady, mother of his children, his wife. You were always meant to be his, just how he was always meant to be yours with the invisible string tying you to him.

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Haven’t you heard the rumors? (Coriolanus Snow x Cardew! Reader) (Part 2)

(Summary: You and Coriolanus have been sneaking around behind Livias back and rumors about him spotting another girl has uprised..)

Masterlist : Request Info : Series Masterlist

Word Count:871

(A/n: Part two of our Dirty Little Secret. Honestly might make a mini series or just keep doing a Cardew reader x Coriolanus..)

(Warnings!:Sexual themes, rumors/gossip, Coriolanus being Coriolanus, mentions of not eating properly but no ED!!)

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It was just a matter of time before rumors would start. It was clear among the elite capital and your old friends from the academy as well as your colleagues to find out that your parents have set up Livia and Coriolanus in an arranged marriage. It also doesn’t help that Livia has a big mouth making it clear to everyone that she’s going to be the future First Lady. And as that date your parents set gets closer more and more media appeared…

"Haven't you heard the rumors?" One of your colleagues said. Y/n furrowed her brows.

"What rumors?" She asked. Her other colleague who was also a friend from the academy Lyssie turned to her leaning over to her. Putting the file infront of your face for privacy.

"Theirs a rumor going around that Coriolanus is scouting another woman over than your sister." She whispered. Y/n went pale, her breath hitching in her throat Lyssie gave her a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, just need to grab Lunch." Y/n said, Lyssie still giving her a wary look. Y/n sighed. "I skipped Dinner last night and Breakfast this morning because of work and Campaign's."

  Lyssie nodded knowing that it was not Y/ns first time skipping a few meals. "Let me know when you get back and n/n start taking better care of yourself."

"I will." Y/n smiled as she left.

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"Hello, I was wondering if Mr.Snow was here?" Y/n asked the receptionist at the front desk of Coriolanus office. She looked up at her.

"Oh yes. Ms. Cardew he is. I'm sure I don't need to pry in your business. I was just about to take my lunch. You can just go right in." The slightly older woman said giving y/n a tight smile. She nodded walking down the hall to his office and knocking on the door before walking in.

"Preshia I told you I'm bus-" "I'm not her."

Coriolanus looked up from his desk at you with a smirk. Y/n rolled her eyes slightly as she came over to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"To what do I owe this pleasure my dear?" Coriolanus asked leaning against his desk.

"We need to talk.." She said as she sat in front of his desk. He gave her a look with his eye brow raise.

"About?" He said huffing as he came to the front of his desk so he was right in front of you.

"The rumors." Y/n said. "If Livia or my parents find out I'm dead."

"They won't find out.." He said.

"Really? I got a call from Livia earlier screaming her bloody head off at me." She said with an annoyed tone.

"I've been trying to break it off with your fucking sister but your parents"

"Won't take no for an answer. I know." Y/n let out a deep sigh as her head fell into her hands. Coriolanus smirked pushing off his desk he was leaning against bringing her towards him as she stood.

"How about I relieve you from your stress.." He said into her ear as he kissed down her neck pushing her jacket off. Y/n let out a sigh.

"What about-" "They will all be at lunch for another hour and they know not to disturb me. Besides do you really want me to stop?" He replied as his hand slipped further up and between her legs underneath her skirt.

She let out a soft moan in response his smirk widened as he turned her around and leaned her over the desk with her back against it as he was on top shuffling his pants and bunching up her skirt pushing her red lace panties aside.

  His head in the crook of her neck leaving dark blue and purple love bites as his rough hands that gripped her wrists and then her things sure to leave marks. As her head fell back and back arched.

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  After about two hours or so, Y/n fixed her skirt and shirt as well as her hair and makeup to the best of her capability as Coriolanus fixed his pants and hair. Putting on your jacket and finishing the last two buttons on her shirt. Coriolanus lips met hers once again.

"Don't worry about the rumors my little dove." He whispered, brushing her hair back. She smiled and nodded.

"I'll see you later." Y/n said before giving him one last kiss before pulling away as Coriolanus straightened himself as she left.

  To her surprise nobody was back from their Lunch but a few unsuspecting people that were just getting back as you sneaked out going back to your workplace to finish up before meeting up with Coriolanus at his apartment.

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Shadows of Affection

warnings: physical abuse

slow burn Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 17: Welcome Home

The air outside Heavensbee Hall was dense and stale, the kind of post-Games stillness that settled heavy on your shoulders. You stood under the glow of the overhead lights, blinking slowly while the doors behind you hissed shut and locked from the inside. The sky was washed in that low amber hue that meant night wasn’t far, but neither was sleep. You were too wired to be tired and too hollow to be fully awake.

You waited on the curb, arms crossed tightly over your chest—not for warmth, but to hold yourself together. The night had stretched long and strange, You didn’t want to think about any of it, but your brain kept looping the whole thing like this Game that never really ended.

Your driver arrived in a sleek black vehicle that glided to a stop with mechanical ease. He stepped out just long enough to open the rear door for you. You slid in, the door shutting behind you with a soft click, a sound that somehow managed to feel final.

He glanced at you through the rearview mirror. “Where to?”

You opened your mouth, then paused.

Where to.

You hadn’t thought about that.

Home was the obvious answer. You hadn’t been back since the day before. But the idea of walking through that door and facing your Quincy—or worse, the long echoing silence of a house full of absence—made your skin itch.

Then there was Felix.

That morning, when you’d stirred awake in the low amber light of his room, clothed in his sleep wear and vaguely sore from falling asleep curled too tightly into him, he’d tucked your hair behind your ear and said quietly, “Call me when you’re done. I want to see you.”

He hadn’t said it like a request.

He hadn’t said please.

And now that moment hung around your shoulders, sticky with expectation.

But the truth was—you didn’t want to go back to him. Not tonight.

Not because he’d done something wrong. Not really. But because the weight of him was beginning to exhaust you. 

So, after too long a silence, you cleared your throat.

“Take me home.”

The driver nodded once, shifted the car into gear, and pulled away from the Hall.

You watched the city roll by in fractured light. The Capitol after dark looked like a fever dream: soft shadows cast by bright neon, buildings gleaming like wet teeth, corners of alleys lit by the blue flash of a Peacekeeper patrol. Somewhere behind it all, the Games kept ticking forward, even as bodies fell.

After a few blocks, you reached for your phone and stared at the screen. No messages. No missed calls. Felix was waiting on you to do the reaching. You sighed, unlocked the screen, and tapped his contact.

He picked up after one ring.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and already familiar in your ear. “You’re done?”

“I am,” you said, staring at your own reflection in the dark window.

A beat.

“So?” he prompted, with an edge of warmth that was also an edge of pressure. “Are you coming back?”

You exhaled slowly, heart kicking up despite yourself. “I think I’m going to head home tonight.”

Silence. Not loud, just long.

“Seriously?”

“I haven’t been home in over a day,” you said. “I need to check in. My parents…”

“Your parents haven’t cared what time you came home since you were fifteen.”

You closed your eyes, counted to two, then said, “It’s not about them. It’s about me. I need—space.”

“You had space. You left this morning.”

“I didn’t leave,” you said. “I went to school.”

“And now you’re actively choosing not to come back.”

There it was.

You weren’t going to fight him. Not really. But you also weren’t going to pretend this was fine.

“I’m not obligated to,” you said quietly.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“No,” you murmured, “but you wanted me to feel like I was.”

Another pause. You could hear the way he shifted in his chair—could practically see it: him rising, hand running through his hair, lips tight as if biting back a hundred things.

“You make it really hard to care about you,” he said finally.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t let it show in your voice. “Then maybe don’t.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Neither is this.”

He scoffed quietly. “You act like I’m this—this emotional burden or something, just because I want to see you.”

You didn’t answer right away.

Finally: “I didn’t say you were a burden. But you don’t make it easy to be close to you, either. Everything with you feels like a transaction I’m failing at.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he snapped. “You want people to care, but only on your terms. And when they don’t read your mind, it’s their fault for trying too hard.”

The words hit harder than you expected. And maybe because they weren’t entirely wrong, they stuck.

You pulled the phone away from your ear just long enough to look at it, like it might give you an answer. It didn’t.

“I’m going home,” you said, returning the phone to your ear. “Good night.”

He didn’t reply.

You ended the call.

The silence in the car was full of the echoes of that conversation. You leaned back against the seat, hands clasped tightly in your lap, and finally allowed yourself to feel it: the exhaustion, the confusion, the weight of being wanted too much and not knowing how to give enough back.

If someone asked you if Felix was your boyfriend, what would you even say?

You’d probably say no just to keep things simple.

He’d say yes. Loudly. Without hesitation.

You kissed sometimes. You spent the night. You shared silences that were soft and others that were sharp. You fought like people who’d already made promises they didn’t want to admit.

And yet—none of it had a name. You didn’t want to name it. Not because you didn’t care, but because naming it might make it real. Permanent. Something you had to tend to.

And he—he required tending. Constantly. Like a wound that never fully closed.

You stared out the window as the skyline shifted, shrinking behind you.

Eventually, your family’s manor appeared in the distance, its pale stone glowing under carefully placed lighting, as immaculate as always. Home.

The car pulled into the long front drive, gliding to a stop beneath the arching awning.

You stepped out slowly, heels tapping on the stone. The air smelled like rain and cut roses.

“Thank you,” you said to the driver, offering a nod before turning away.

You didn’t look back as you walked toward the front doors.

Inside, the house waited. Quiet. Unquestioning.

And for the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe. Sort of.

You’d barely crossed the threshold before you heard them.

Voices—low, heated, too many of them for this late. Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t even had time to breathe in the sharp scent of polished wood and imported flowers before the realization hit you: they were still awake.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, pausing in the entryway. The weight of the day came crashing down at once—your raw nerves, the hours you hadn’t slept, the dull ache blooming across your shoulders. This? This was the last thing you had in you.

You took your shoes off—anything to soften your steps. Maybe if you were fast enough, maybe if you didn’t make eye contact, you could sneak past the dining room without—

“Look who finally decided to come home,” came the voice.

You froze mid-step. His voice, sharp as a blade against glass. You felt your shoulders stiffen like they’d been wired into place. The air in the hallway grew cold.

You turned slowly.

Quincy sat at the head of the dining table, his silhouette thrown into sharp relief by the chandelier’s amber glow. He looked at you the way some people look at roadkill—eyes narrowed, expression twisted with something too close to delight.

Before he said another word, he motioned lazily toward the two children seated on either side of him.

“Take Benjamin and charlotte to bed,” he said to the maid, though he didn’t look at her when he spoke.

Your younger half-siblings immediately began to protest. “But—”

“Now.”

Something in his tone cut the room in half.

That’s when you knew.

He was going to make a scene. No, not a scene—a statement.

When the children were gone, Quincy stood slowly. He didn’t need to yell to be dangerous. His voice had weight. It carried the kind of quiet cruelty that didn’t need to shout to leave bruises.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said, folding his arms. “Thought we were done with the disappearing act.”

You didn’t answer.

“I was told you didn’t come home last night. Actually—” He stepped around the table, closing the distance one slow step at a time. “You haven’t been home in over twenty-four hours.”

Still, you didn’t speak.

“You want to tell me where you’ve been?” His tone was light, conversational, but his eyes were burning. “Because after your last little incident, I thought we were past this.”

You glanced to your mother.

She was seated beside him, her face pale and blank, eyes cast downward. She wouldn’t look at you. She wouldn’t even lift her head.

So you tried to explain—something half true, something simple.

“I was out with Felix,” you said, voice low. “Then I had to handle something... for school. I was going to come home, but—”

“—but you didn’t,” he cut in. “You stayed at that boy’s house. Again.”

You blinked. How did he know?

Quincy’s lip curled. “You think people don’t talk? That no one sees the way you sneak around this city like you’ve got nothing to lose? Like your behavior doesn’t reflect on this entire family?”

“That’s not what it was,” you said. “I wasn’t—”

“Oh, save it,” he snapped. “Don’t lie to me. You think because you crawl into someone’s bed and cry about how hard your life is, you’re grown now? You think that makes you a woman?”

He was coming toward you now, too close, the sickly smell of whatever he’d been drinking coating his words.

Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel it building—the rage, the disgust, the deep, old fear that hadn’t gone away since the first time he raised his voice at you as a child.

“I’ve been patient,” Quincy said, voice rising. “God knows I’ve tried. But I won’t have my wife’s daughter embarrassing me. Not in my house.”

You heard your mother again—quiet, desperate: “Please, Quincy... don’t—”

“Shut up!” he roared, not even turning toward her. “Just shut the fuck up!”

Then it happened. He moved so quickly you didn’t register it at first—just the sharp yank of pain as he grabbed you by the hair, dragged you down to the marble floor.

You cried out, hands flying to your scalp, trying to claw his fingers away, but his grip was iron. He pulled you hard enough that your knees scraped the ground, hard enough that you saw stars.

Your mother screamed. Begged.

He didn’t care.

“You ungrateful little shit,” he growled, hauling you toward the living room, toward the fireplace like he was going to throw you into it. “I’ve fed you, clothed you, and this is how you repay me? Like some gutter trash whore—”

You felt something primal break open inside you.

Your nails dug into his skin so deep he cursed, and then—you felt it. He flinched. Loosened.

You broke free, stumbled into a sprint up the stairs, his footsteps thunderous behind you. Your mother’s voice trailed behind you like smoke—sobbing, pleading.

You slammed your bedroom door, fingers scrambling.

The drawer.

One of the things they’d sent back from your father’s military kit after he died. You hadn’t even looked at it in years.

But now your fingers found it without thinking—your father’s knife. Cold, heavy, real.

And then he was on you again.

“You think you’re better than me?” Quincy screamed, pinning you down by the throat. “You think you can act like you’re some untouchable little princess?”

Your hands fumbled—but then they found it. The handle of the knife.

You didn’t stab him.

You drove the hilt into the side of his head, hard.

He grunted, reared back.

You stood.

Knife in hand.

And suddenly, everything changed.

He saw it in your eyes—something new, something unfamiliar. The tears were gone. The fear had hollowed out and left something colder behind.

Quincy stepped back.

“What now?” you said, voice trembling but hard. “What are you gonna do now?”

He didn’t answer.

You stepped forward, raising the knife. Not to stab, but close enough to make your point.

“Don’t ever put your hands on me again.”

Your voice cracked—but the fury didn’t.

For a moment, you wanted to do it. Really do it. Just end it. Just shut him up forever.

But then you heard it. Your mother sobbing on the stairs, face crumpled in horror.

And then—you saw yourself.

Reflected in the mirror across the room.

Your face. Wild, bloodied, barely recognizable.

You looked like Coriolanus that night he came back from the Arena, hands shaking, blood under his nails. Not just survivor. Not just fighter.

Predator.

And you hated it.

You hated him, but you hated this even more.

You lowered the knife.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again,” you said.

And then you turned and ran.

You didn’t even wait to see if Quincy followed.

You just ran. Out the front door. Into the dark.

And you didn’t stop.

You weren’t running from him anymore.

You were running toward the girl who didn’t want to be prey.

You didn’t know how long you were running.

You didn’t care.

The sting in your heels had gone numb, your breath torn out of your chest hours ago. The cold slapped your arms, your legs. The dress—once a pristine white gift from Felix—was ruined, smeared with blood, dirt, and the memory of everything you’d just survived.

You were a walking bruise, inside and out.

Your limbs were trembling when you finally slowed, only to realize you had nowhere to go. No phone. No plan. No safety net. You thought of friends—acquaintances, really. None who knew, none who could know. All except one.

The park was almost empty, the Capitol skyline glowing behind the black trees. It had never felt like this. Tonight, it felt like a graveyard.

And there, like fate playing a cruel joke, he sat.

Coriolanus Snow. A single pool of light shone above him, flickering off the metal of a lighter in his hand. A cigarette rested between his lips, and for a moment you just stood still—your shadow stretching out long and ruined behind you.

He glanced up. His eyes went wide.

He didn’t stand. He didn’t speak. He just watched you approach.

You stopped in front of him, breath shallow, face stinging from the wind and everything else. He blinked slowly, taking you in: the mess of hair, the blood at your lip, the grime streaking your arms and knees. The bruises you couldn’t hide.

“Rough night?” he asked, voice low, with a dark twist of humor in it.

You almost laughed. But the only thing that came out was a sob you managed to swallow.

“Can I get a cig?”

That made him actually smile—small, crooked, real. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since now.”

He flicked his lighter, held out the flame as you placed the cigarette between your lips. His other hand came up, shielding the wind, the way he always did. And in that flicker of fire, your eyes locked.

For a second, it was like nothing had changed.

The cigarette caught, and you leaned back. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling up past his lashes.

“I won’t ask,” he said.

“Good.”

You sat beside him. The silence between you was… not comfortable, but familiar. He leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, eyes watching the horizon like it owed him something.

“You look like shit,” he added after a beat.

You smiled, wincing. “I feel worse.”

He didn’t say anything to that. Just took another drag.

Eventually, he broke the quiet again. “You need somewhere to go?”

You hesitated. You shouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t.

“I really shouldn’t,” you murmured.

He turned his head, stared at you. “Where else are you gonna go?”

And that was it. That was the question. You weren’t going home. You weren’t showing up at Felix’s door looking like this. And as dangerous as being near Corio always felt, right now it was the only place you didn’t feel like dying.

You nodded once.

He noticed your feet as you stood. Bleeding. Raw.

He didn’t say a word. Just bent down, hooked his arm behind your knees and the other under your back, and lifted you.

You let yourself be carried.

The apartment was quiet. Tigress and the grandmother slept behind closed doors. Coryo moved quietly, only the soft creak of floorboards betraying your presence.

In his room, everything felt frozen in time. It looked the same as it had the last time you were here—before Clemencia’s fall, before the arena, before all of it.

Déjà vu clawed at you.

He handed you a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You dressed in the bathroom. When you came out, your reflection in the mirror had nearly undone you. You didn’t recognize her.

You both ended up on his bed, sitting far enough apart that it almost hurt.

“What are we doing?” you asked quietly, staring at your knees.

“I don’t know.”

“You ever feel like… we’re strangers?”

He chuckled, bitterly. “We are. But we know each other’s darkest secrets. So that’s something.”

There was a pause.

“I used to think we could fix each other,” you whispered. “That maybe that’s what we were for.”

“And now?”

“I think we’re both too broken to be anything but dangerous.”

He glanced at you. “You make danger sound sexy.”

You smiled again, this one more tired than anything else. “That’s your problem.”

His hand brushed yours. You didn’t move it away.

“You scared me tonight,” he said quietly. “Seeing you like that.”

“You’ve seen worse.”

“Not from you.”

And then the distance closed. You kissed him.

It was desperate. Wild. Wrong in all the right ways.

You didn’t stop yourself. His hands were on your back, your thighs, tangled in your hair. Your body moved before your brain could scream stop. The room was hot, air thick with longing, smoke, and something else—something old and familiar and tragic.

You climbed into his lap, your mouth pressed to his like you’d forgotten how to breathe without him.

It felt too good. Too real.

You were crying before you even noticed.

He pulled back, lips wet, brows drawn.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. Couldn’t speak.

“What is it?”

You stared at him, heart cracking open. “What does this mean, Coryo?”

He didn’t answer.

You swallowed. “Because we both know you’re gonna go back to her.”

His eyes flickered. “It’s not like that—”

“Tell me it doesn’t mean anything,” you interrupted. “Tell me it meant nothing. Lucy Gray.”

He froze.

You waited.

Nothing.

Tears welled harder. You pulled away. “That’s what I thought.”

“Wait—please. It’s not—” He reached for you. You stepped back.

“Don’t,” you whispered. “Get off me. Just… don’t.”

“Why do you always do this?” he snapped. “Why do you always run?”

“Because I have to. Because I know what this is, and I’m not going to pretend.”

“I’m not pretending either—”

“Yes, you are.” You looked at him, eyes bloodshot, voice cracked. “You want us to be something we never were. You want me when it’s convenient, when it hurts, but you don’t choose me. Not really.”

“That’s not fair—”

“No,” you whispered. “It’s honest.”

You grabbed your dress, slipped it back over your borrowed clothes. Every movement was mechanical, lifeless. He didn’t stop you this time.

And then you left.

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White Roses & Coal Dust

President!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Everdeen!Reader

Series Warnings: Arranged/political marriage, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, isolation, themes of abuse/control, sexual themes, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, grief, Hunger Games violence and death (canon-level), rebellion tension, slow burn angst, eventual confrontation, parental themes, canon divergence.

Synopsis: To secure his power and pacify Panem, Coriolanus Snow marries a poor girl from District 12. But promises built on politics rot quickly—and love doesn’t bloom easily under glass.

Timeline Note: This AU shifts the Hunger Games timeline to make Snow significantly younger during Katniss’s rise, allowing for a deeper entanglement between him and the Everdeen family.

Chapters Key:

Y/N’s POV: ☾

Smut/Explicit Content: ♱

Chapter One: First Glint

Chapter Two: A Gentle Invasion

Chapter Three: Threads of Control

Chapter Four: Unseen Lines ☾

Chapter Five: An Invitation to Stay

Chapter Six: A Perfect Farewell

Chapter Seven: Charmed Compulsion (COMING SOON)

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(A/n: this is based off of my mini series of one shots for the Cardew! Reader I have going and don't worry i definitely have more coming!! Also first time doing HC😵‍💫)

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~ Knowing each other in the academy but never getting close until the University

~ Livia getting in the way of the pair at the academy (which is why they never got to know each other properly before hand)

~Coriolanus being set up in an arranged marriage with Livia

~ Yes! He Actually wants and in his own f'ed up way actually Loves you

~Him leaving Lucy Gray in the past as his new love/obsession/possession is now you

~ Both of you sneaking behind Livia and your parents back

~ Your parents not noticing because they care more about Livia (Sorry) but when they do they are furious and try to make you an avox &/Disown you

~Livia being pissed & Jealous

~Coriolanus protecting you and marrying you the same date your parents had for him and Livia

~Coriolanus poisoning your parents while you are away from the house

~ You scolding him when he drinks the poison

~ Threatening to leave if he continues but of course he reminds you but agreed to stop

(He does for a good amount of time)

~Him opening up to you more and more

~ Being their when Coriolanus gets elected and wins the election and becomes president

~ Being the Hot Power Couple

~ Hardcore kinky sex almost 24/7

~Having his hands on you every chance he gets

~Finding out your pregnant a week after the election (like I said it was almost 24/7)

~He catches you singing to the children and gets memorised

~Your children being the both of yours entire world

~as you get older you see him start to change and get colder especially towards your kids

~You falling ill and passing breaking your children's heart and Coriolanus stone cold one

~You haunting him every single day up until his final breath

~Having your Granddaughter remind him of you (which is why he cares about her/has a soft spot for her)

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It might be a slight problem.. but I’m invested in this series! So take your time but I cannot wait for more!! Much love and hope your doing well🫶🏻 @bookishcarmela

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Wake Up Call (Coriolanus Snow x Fem! Reader)

(Summary: You caught Coriolanus cheating on you so you decided to take matters into your own hands... let's just say you should've known better..)

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(A/n: omg I have no idea where this came from but surprise? (Think I blacked out a bit as well😂) I get a lot of inspiration from songs😅💀 also I'm not the best at writing smut so apologies!)

Word count: 1.2

(Warnings!: Cheating, infidelity, sexual themes, Coriolanus is his own warning, implications of murder, possibly slight ooc Coriolanus?)

'Came without a warnin so I had to Shoot him dead...'

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  You thought you and Coriolanus had a happy strong marriage but of course you should've known it was all a thieving lie coming from the snake himself.

  You never paid much attention to what people said. That he was a cheater, a liar, a murder. Since you had known him and Tigris since you were kids you never fully believed it. Oh how naive you were...

   Especially one day when you decided to swing by his office to see if he wanted to grab lunch together only to see him railing his assistant in his office.

  Most people would've made a scene but you conjured up an even more scandalous taste of revenge that would be the perfect all star payback.

  Before you had officially ended up with  Coriolanus, you had a guy that you had fallen for Atlas James. He was the light of your life before Coriolanus came in and swept you off your feet again.

  You decided to had call him up and so it began Coriolanus being way to busy at the office and the media are already being aware of your close friendship with Atlas they thought nothing of it.

  Little did you know that one of Coriolanus peacekeepers had caught you and Atlas one day. Which lead to this moment.

"So you thought you could deceive me?" Coriolanus spat as he shoved you into your shared bedroom that hadn't been shared in weeks.

"You're one to talk about deceiving." You spat back sending him death glare. "I found you screwing your assistant a few weeks ago and Atlas was there for me. Besides it gave you the taste of you own medicine."

  That statement made Coriolanus snap as he grabbed your neck pushing you against the door harshly making the door knob jam into your side as you managed to let out a cry from his strong grip.

"Your just a little thieving slut aren't you? Or have you forgotten that Your mine!" He seethed as you let out a whine as your body betrayed you letting your undergarments get soaked. His eyes gleaming with something you couldn't understand.

"I think it's time I show you exactly who you belong too.." He growled before pushing her down onto the bed bringing her into a rough hard kiss as he ripped off your panties.

"Filthy slut." He grumbled at your soaked garment and entrance. Without warning he shoved two fingers into your core making you let out a strangle moan as he held you in a bruising kiss as his fingers plunged in and out of you.

"Cori-" Shut up. Shut that filthy little mouth of yours." He snapped as he pulled her hair back roughly making her gasp.

  He ripped off her silk dress completely now making it tear before pulling his fingers out pushing her into the mattress with his hand around your throat squeezing it harshly as he unbuckled his pants and shoving his cock into you before pulling out and slamming back in making hers eyes widened in pain at the unreadiness before letting out a strangled moan as he continued at the very rough pace.

"You belong to me!" He growled as he snapped his hips into you. "Mine." "Mine." "MINE!" Her eyes rolling back into the back of her head with a mix of pleasure and light headedness.

"Say it! Say your mine!" He snapped letting go of your throat.

"I-im yours!" You shouted into a moan as you crumbled underneath him letting him win once again.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked making you look into his eyes as he fucked into you.

"Y-you! Only ever you!" You moaned. The smirk on his face displayed he was satisfied but you knew. You knew better and should've known better.

  He licked and sucked down your neck as he brought your legs over his shoulders giving a new angle making you cry out in pain as you felt him in your cervix.

"You feel that?" He grumbled pushing down on your lower stomach making your eyes widen and gasp. "Me. That's my spot.and only mine.."

"Tell me did he make you feel this good when he fucked you?" He asked lifting his head from her neck and looking into your eyes.

"N-no." You moaned looking into his eyes. "O-only you have made me feel this g-good!"

  He kissed your ear and whispering. "Good girl."

"Cum for me. Cum on my cock baby let everybody know how good you are being fucked." And of course you obeyed as you finally came with a loud moan as he pushed himself in balls deep a final time before spilling his seed deep inside your womb.

  His hands letting go of your arms as they came around you holding you as you both panted sweat dripping down your bodies. Before unwrapping his arms pulling out of you making you whine at the sudden emptiness. You honestly thought he was going to just leave you a mess once you saw him get up and leave. But to your surprise he came back and picked you up taking you to the bathroom placing you into the hot steamy bath before stripping his own clothes and getting in behind you before bringing you to lay against him.

  You felt too tired to say a word or protest his actions only to relax against his chest in his arms.

"I apologise for deceiving our marriage.. for deceiving you." He said making you freeze and wonder if this was just another manipulation temp or actually coming from the Corio you once thought you knew.

"I was stressed and I didn't think about you." ‘Obviously’ you thought. "But it's you. It's been you. My wife." Coriolanus said pressing kiss on the back of her neck.

"Why did you do it? With your assistant?" You asked at the risk of angering him again.

"I was working late hours. Barley home and... I missed you." He confessed. "I know it's a bullshit excuse.. but it's true.."

"I-I only slept with him the time you found out about it all the other times I would meet up with him was just to mess with you.. to see if you would care." You admitted feeling an unwanted sense of guilt however this filled Coriolanus with pride at your sense of knowing. Before bringing her head up as he pressed his lips to yours in a wanting kiss.

  You turned around in the kiss coming to straddle him neither of you caring much if some water spilled out of the tub as he slipped himself back into you causing you to moan in mix of pleasure and pain against his lips.

  Coriolanus smirked against your lips as he got her exactly where he wanted you. As he also smirked at the knowing fact that your beloved ex and his slut of an assistant will no longer be a problem after tonight and won't be coming around anymore.

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The Heiress Of Panem (Coriolanus Snow x reader)

(Summary: Some people look down on you for having your first born be a daughter but you don't let it bother you and neither does Coriolanus.)

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Word Count: 480

(A/n: Another short and sweet one :) also can you guess what photo is my favorite of him😅)

(Warning:disrespect for feminism, slight angst, fluff fluff fluff!)

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  Opening the door to the bedroom he shares with his beautiful wife, Y/n. They knew each other since they were little, through their parents, and since then they remained best friends, but during the Academy, Coriolanus confessed his love for Y/n.

  Through what they went through together, their relationship remained close and loving even during the period when Coriolanus was away in District 12 as a peacekeeper. They always found methods of communication, on the phone, letters.

 

  He scans the room to find her not there so he goes to the only place where she could be and he was correct as he saw her with the other person who makes him smile even in the hardest moments, their beautiful daughter, Marie Snow. He leaned against the door frame watching his love with their beautiful daughter.

  Not many people were too keen on their first born, the heir being a girl. Some who were still very old fashioned. Grandma'am who they both loved was unfortunately one of those people who had constantly reminded the couple that it should've been a boy a perfect heir and gem of panem. Even some reporters had comments but they weren't a worry anymore. 

Comments from others like:

'Aren't you ashamed of your first born, Heir of Snow beings a girl? And not a son?'

'At least our first born was a son. We aren't putting shame on anyone.'

Stupid pathetic comments that had Y/n in a rut even more during her postpartum not long after she had Marie. He remembered finding her hidden away crying in their shared bedroom the one day.

"I just... don't fully understand why they won't accept her.." Y/n whispered with tears streaming down her face.

"Some of them need to come to times with things.."he said. Y/n wiped off her tears. Coriolanus came over to her pulling her into a comforting hug.

  Even with people against it. Coriolanus couldn't have been more happier. Which both you and Tigris were grateful for.

"A boy would be the gem of Panem.." Y/n whispered, looking down at her daughter in her arms.

"But you Marie Ambre Snow.. Shall be mine." She cooed at her daughter with a smile kissing her head as she rocked her in her arms.

"Ours my love..." Coriolanus said as he admired her and their daughter. Y/n looked over at him with a smile.

"Yes. Ours." She replied as she put their daughter now asleep in her crib.

Coriolanus came over wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head as they both now admired their daughter together.

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A Toast (Slightly Dark Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

(Summary: Y/n & Coriolanus have always loved each other but someone has always gotten in the way of you too.)

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Word Count: 1.4k

(A/n: I’ve been having this in my drafts for to long as well as many others.. but I’ve had this idea for way too long! Sorry if it’s a mess but let me know if y’all want a part 2!!)

(Warnings!: ANGST ANGST ANGST! Heartbreak, Livia being a b¡tch, Lucy Gray mentioned, Slightly Dark Coriolanus Snow!)

"A toast to Emily.. Always the bridesmaid, Never The Bride..."

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You didn't know why you were here at Coriolanus wedding.. a wedding to Livia Cardew of all people. You couldn't believe what he said to you that night you had found out about the engagement.

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"Y-your what..." Y/n said, looking at Coriolanus. Hurt and confusion filled your eyes.

"Look I know it's out of the blue." He said, reaching out to her. She moved away feeling her heart start to break. "But I'm doing this for a reason.. n/n-"

"Don't.. just don't.." Y/n said putting her hand up to stop him.

"I-I have to go.." She said getting up and grabbing her coat and purse. Coriolanus looked at her confused.

"What?" Coriolanus asked before grabbing her arm.

"Let go Corio..." "Why are leaving like this?"

Y/n wanted to slap him so hard. Before turning to look at him tears filling her eyes.

"You're getting married Coriolanus." He winced a bit at her using his full name. "And I'm not going to be your mistress or the other woman or whatever this between us has been about!"

"N/n you know Livia means nothing to me.." Coriolanus said. She gave a look.

"Then why marry her? Because of her money?" Y/n asked, Coriolanus looked away. "Oh my god. That's it isn't it? It's just another way for you to get more ... power.."

"T-that's why it'll never be me.." Y/n whispered as the realisation she'd been avoiding for so long hit her full on. Coriolanus looked at her, hearing her words.

"Y-" "No! g-get off me.." She spat pushing him off her and he tried to grab her again but wasn't fast enough as she made a dash to the door and left leaving him alone.

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The realisation she had finally faced that night shook her to the core. She'd known. Of course she'd known. How could she not? He would never go for her he'd pick someone higher more powerful with money or someone lower... but beautiful and talented something she wasn't.. something she never will be.. like Lucy Gray Baird.

The girl he had mentored and helped during the 10th anual Hunger Games and followed her to District 12 after getting caught cheating in the games as a peacekeeper.

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"W-what?" Y/n whispered in disbelief. Sitting up in her bed as Coriolanus had just climbed up to your bedroom from the fire escape.

"I cheated in the games their sending me to 12 as a Peacekeeper.." He spoke. She knew he was lying.

"You're following her aren't you." She whispered. He looked at you confused and a mixture of shock and guilt. "I.. Dean Highbottom told me that you were getting sent to 8.. he didn't tell me why.."

His jaw clenched as he tried to reach out to her but she pulled away and looking away as tears formed.

"H-how long?" She asked.. he looked at her with an unreadable expression."20 years.."

She nodded wiping away her tears and sniffing. "Maybe.. it's for the best.."

Coriolanus froze at her words. Wondering what the hell she meant by that. It made him feel angry hurt confused.. numb.. he could tell she was crying.

"I-I think you should go.. Coriolanus.."

He winced at her using his full name the girl that he'd known for years always by his side. Now feeling impossibly far away even when she's right here next to him.

Y/n swallowed thickly before speaking.

"Tell Lucy Gray I'm happy she's alright.."

With that he gave her one last look before leaving back out her window as she finally let out a choked sob as her heart broke.

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When she saw him at her front door only months later she didn't know what to do or say but he pulled her into a kiss telling her he was stupid for picking a low life District girl over you.

You met up with him or well he'd turn up at your apartment to talk or in the simplest terms to fuck. He was your first love, first kiss, first time. Of course a greed selfish man like him would take all of your most important firsts. At this point you were jealous of Lucy Gray for getting away from him. Whether she ran up north like Coriolanus told her or if she was dead.

Now here you were standing alongside of guests in an offset purple dress at his wedding to Livia Cardew. Feeling his gaze almost all night with Tigris next to you giving you a sad almost pitiful look.

"I was really hoping that it would be you.." Tigris whispered to you in hushed voice. You gave her a small sad smile back. Before looking to the direction where a glass was being clinked as everyone turned the way to see the devil herself Livia Cardew clinking her glass with a spoon. Raising her glass with a sly smile.

"Hello I'm Livia Cardew- well now Snow." Livia started a speech earning a few laughs from the crowd and a slight scoff from Coriolanus.

"I'd like to make this toast in thanking you all for coming to my-our big day! It's means so much to Coriolanus and I that you are all here!" She earned a few appreciation points from the crowd.

"Oh, I almost forgot! A Toast to Y/n Always the second choice. Never the first!" Livia Cardew Toasted, her speech made some gasp and others laugh.

  Y/n froze in her spot as the reality of the unknown truth in Livia's speech. And before she knew it tears start to perk up into her eyes.

Coriolanus looked at Livia in shock and anger. His eyes drifted to yours. You stood their hurt, shocked once reality set in you saw almost if not everyones eyes on you and the last thing you saw was Livia Cardew smirking at you. After, that you moved your way through the crowd tears slowly falling from your eyes as people laughed and made comments.  After snapping at Livia and having her bridesmaids go after her Coriolanus got up to go after you and Tigris grabbed his arm.

"I think you've done enough Coriolanus.." Tigris said but Coriolanus didn't listen as he tried to get through the crowd.

  The last thing you heard before you exited was the sound of a bright flash. Sure enough everything will be on the front page of the prophet and you were right.

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  The next morning, your face was on the front page of the prophet. Headline saying ‘Chaos at Future Presidents Snows wedding. Y/n Reinswood at the center of it? (Read page 294 for more details!)

Y/n rolled her eyes as she threw it in the her trash can before going back to lay down in her bed curled up into a ball. Thinking about last night.

She knew Livia wasn’t wrong. She was in fact right. Y/n Lyn Reinswood was and will forever be the second choice, Especially when it came to Coriolanus Snow. Remembering last night made it hurt more.

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Y/n rushed to her apartment closing the door with a slight bang. Where she finally let all the tears and sobs escape her lips. Her heart shattered in a million pieces. Feelings of heart ache and embarrassment. She had decided then to move somewhere he wouldn’t find her or care to look.

After what felt like hours, her tears had dried and breathing had calmed she heard a frantic knock on her door. Y/n sighed getting up figuring and hoping it was just Tigris coming to check on her.

“N/n. Please.” She froze in her spot hearing Coriolanus voice on the other side of the door. “Please.. open the door..”

Y/n put a hand on her mouth going to the floor as she let out muffled sobs he kept almost but practically begging for her to open the door. Coriolanus was many things but he was never a begger.

He didn’t know how long he stayed out there for pleading for her to let him in. Y/n was the only thing he had left and because of power once again he had lost you. His own foolish antics. And Livia Cardew how could he be so dimwitted in that decision.. he wasn’t going to let her go not like the songbird from 12. No… not her..

Was it love? Or obsession? Or fear of losing her that made him feel this way. That he kept crawling back to her. He wasn’t sure but he wasn’t ready to let her go all he needed now was to get rid of Livia..

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Worst Fear (Dark Coriolanus snow x reader)

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(Summary: After you leave Coriolanus after the last straw you had you take your son and the rebels attack and kidnap your son.)

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Word Count:1.3k

(Warnings: kidnapping, Dark! Coriolanus, a bit messed up at the end, angst!, Lucy Gray mentioned, cheating, manipulating, murder, NOT Fully proffread. Think that’s if?)

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  It was a beautiful spring day in the capital so you decided to take Cassian and go look at the little out door market. It's been a little over a month since you left Coriolanus.. or was trying to leave. He hasn't left you alone and his peacekeepers always not that far from you. Tracking you with every step.

  The one time you had lunch with your friend from the Academy Flint and not long after you got back from said lunch who was at your apartment threatening you. Then a few days later he was announced dead. You felt absolutely sick that the man you’d once loved and trusted did this.

  You maybe wondering why Y/n had left him. Well the secrets, the lies. What he was doing to others... You didn't trust him. Especially after you had found Lucy Grays Earring. You always had your suspicions but it wasn't until you found the earring and a song that she had wrote just for him. That was the last straw. After that you had packed your and Cassians things when Coriolanus was working but before you left you made sure to put the items on his desk waiting for him like Lucy Grays ghost that has been haunting him. Maybe it was ignorant but you could've honestly cared less. You weren't going to live in something that had a ghost... something that was a lie...

"Mama look!" Cassian shouted tugging the hem of your dress snapping you out of your thoughts as he pointed over to a stall in the market that was selling to no surprise flowers. "Can we please go look at them."

"Of course my love. Just let me pay for this and we will." Y/n said smiling down at her son, Cassian huffed before wondering off around the other side of the stall they were currently at.

"Alright Cassia-" Y/n started but froze not seeing him. She then looked over at the flower stall to see him nowhere.

"Cassian!" She called out looking around the stalls.

"Excuse me have you seen my son Cassian? He was wearing a little brown coat?." Y/n asked a lady passing by. She hesitantly shook her head.

"Cassian!" Y/n yelled. Her throat tightening up as she was realising the horror of the situation. Her hand went over her mouth as she let out a sob.

"Mrs.Snow?" A peacekeeper asked. Emme looked up with tears in her eyes.

"I-it's Cassian.." She grabbed on to his arms as she shook he gave her a concerned look. "Madam-" "Cassians missing.. I-I think h-he's been kidnapped."

The peacekeeper straightened before going over to a group of other peacekeepers notifying them telling one to tell Snow and one to be there for her as the rest and more look for him.

A few moments later, Coriolanus showed up in a mad dash mode going straight to you and taking you home so you would be safe and nothing would happen to you. Where a peacekeeper awaited to get more information.

"Okay, where gonna need a description of what he was wearing." A peacekeeper asked. Y/n let out a shaky sigh.

"He was wearing a little brown coat with a white shirt and tailored jeans with stitching on them. And black shoes." Y/n said shaking as her voice broke.

The peacekeeper gave her a sad look before nodding and paging the others telling them the description and to fan out. As the peacekeeper and Coriolanus turned back she was gone.

Y/n found herself in Cassians room with her heart in hand. Thinking maybe if she'd stay.. he would be here.. he would be home.

Coriolanus came into his son's room. Where he found you sitting on Cassian's bed holding his favorite stuffed animal.

"They're still looking for him." Coriolanus

"You should've been there..to protect him.." Y/n whispered, Coriolanus looked at you.

"You should've been there... and I shouldn't have left.." She said tears streaming down her face. Coriolanus tried to reached out to her.

She moved away bringing the stuffed animal to her chest. Coriolanus reached out again bringing her into an embrace as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"I-I can't lose him.. he's all I have left.." Y/n said pulling back slightly only for him to pull her back into the embrace.

"You're not going to lose him. I promise. We- I will find him." Coriolanus vowed.

"Sir." Coriolanus looked up to see one of the peacekeepers. He nodded to him.

"I have to go talk with them.." Coriolanus murmured to you. You sniffed before pulling away but he grabbed your hand. "Come with me.." he whispered.

  You nodded an okay not wanting to be alone. Taking his hand making your way to his office.

"Mama!" You heard a yell. Y/n looked over to see Cassian letting go of Coriolanus's hand. "Baby."

She let out a cry of relief as she ran over to her son and picking him up. Holding him close to her chest and placing a kiss on his forehead. Tears falling down her face as she thanked the heavens that he was safe and sound.

Coriolanus, told the peacekeepers to bring the one that took him to the ward and kill the others. They nodded and left to do their duty.

Y/n turned around feeling Coriolanus's presence and turned around to his embrace. His arms immediately wrapping around her and kissing the top of her head.

"I-I'm so sorry. What happened to you?" Y/n said/asked between sobs.

"It's okay.. everything's okay now.." Coriolanus said kissing your hair as he held you both close.

  It wasn't long before Cassian fell asleep in your arms exhausted from the day but finally safe in his mother's arms.

"I'll have one of the staff send for your stuff to bring it back home." Coriolanus said, you nodded to exhausted and shook up to answer. "Hey look at me." You sighed tears slipping out as you looked at him.

"He's okay. He's safe. Your safe. I will make sure this NEVER happens to any of you again. Okay? I promise" Coriolanus assured, y/n nodded as silent tears fell. He gave you kiss on your head.

"Why don't you both go to bed. I'll be there in a minute." Coriolanus said. She gave a look. "I promise." She sighed to exhausted to argue or stay as she held Cassian in her arms and leaving to the bedroom.

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"I told you to scare her. NOT to take my child from her-from US." Coriolanus seethed at the ragged man who he had hired to scare you so you would come back to him.

"I did what you asked me to do." He said in pain from the whips from the peacekeepers.

"No." The man looked at him in horror as his tone turned even more darker and sinister like.

"No you didn't. You touched what's mine. You don't touch what's mine. Not my girl and certainly NOT my child." Coriolanus seethed. Turning to the peacekeepers.

  "Make sure he pays for what he's done and make sure he's NEVER seen agin." He ordered, the peacekeepers bowed their heads understanding what he exactly meant as Coriolanus left the last thing heard before the door shut was a loud curdling scream.

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  He made his way to the their bedroom to see

y/n  laying on her side with Cassian asleep next to her and her arms wrapped around him holding him close. Coriolanus went up to her sleeping form his finger brushing against her cheek.

"I told you before I'd never let you go.. and I'm never having you leave again.."  He whispered before bending down placing a kiss on her forehead and taking a whiff of her hair. Before discarding his day outfit leaving him in nothing but his boxers and lose white tank top. Slipping into the bed finally having his wife and child back. Never planing on let them escape his grasp again..

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Tragedy In Admits of Happiness(Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader)

(Summary: Pregnancy supposed to be one of the most joyous moments in life, knowing you're going to be parents. Turns into Coriolanus's nightmare.)

Word Count: 1.3k

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(A/n: Working on Beauty & The Beast au rn!!)

(Warnings!: Rough pregnancy, talks of abortion, LOT OF angst but with a happy ending! Maybe slight ooc Coriolanus, he actually loves you!, cute moment with Tigris!)

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"I have something to show you." Coriolanus said taking your hand, you smile as he walked you towards a door. You stopped at the door eyebrows snitched together.

"Hey you okay?" He asked looking at her with slight concern. Y/n nodded smiling slightly. "Hmm morning sickness again?"

"Y-yeah I think- ah!" you shouted slightly as suddenly a sharp pain going through you your hand going to your stomach as you start to crumble to the floor in pain.

Coriolanus's eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you as you gripped onto his shirt.

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Coriolanus opened the door once you got home. His arm wrapped around you.

"I want to see the surprise." You blurted out. Moving his arms from around you and walked towards the room you were previously at before..

"You need to rest-" "I want to see it." You said sternly looking at him Coriolanus looked back at you his jaw clenched as you turned away from him going into the room eyes widening as you saw a nursery.

"I had the avoxes work on it all week..." Coriolanus said at the door way.

You walked over to the crib picking up a small onesie that said 'Moms the best.' You bring the onesie up to your chest. Tears filled your eyes.

"I just need a minute.." Y/n sniffed leaving the room. Coriolanus looked around banging his fist against the wall before going after her.

Coriolanus felt like he was losing control. His worst fear ever since losing his mother was now becoming a reality in a cruel twist of fate for him and his beautiful darling wife. And he'd be damned if he lost his girl to the same fate his mother had faced. He found her looking at a picture.

"We can take a day before we go back to the doctor." Coriolanus said. Leaning against the wall slightly. Y/n sat the picture down.

"For an abortion..." She whispered, looking off to the side. Coriolanus jaw clenched.

"That's not wh-" "That's what it is!" Coriolanus looked at her eyes widened a bit at her outburst. She turned around looking at him.

"If you want to say anything about it Coriolanus. Then call it what it is." She said sternly. He ran a hand through his hair.

"How did this happen?" He whispered. She looked away slightly guilt.

"I-I had some pain earlier in the pregnancy.." She admitted. Coriolanus eyes shot up face Turing into one she never wanted to face and looked at her.

"How could you not inform me of this?" He asked anger slowly rising.

"Because I went to the doctor and they said it was nothing.." She said as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"T-this isn't nothing!" Coriolanus said coming in front of you.

"M-maybe it is.." She whispered. Coriolanus eyed her in disbelief.

"What does that mean?" He asked she looked at him. "It means whatever happens.. Happens." Coriolanus backed away angrily.

"You have some nerve.." He spat. Her eyebrows stitched together "excuse me?"

"We are not continuing this pregnancy. I'm not going to lose you because of it." Y/n came up to him.

"It's not an it. Alright? You saw its heart beat and the little tiny fingers and its toes." "Stop!" "No im not gonna stop okay?!"

  Coriolanus looked at her eyes filling with tears whether it's from rage or what she's saying.

"T-this is our baby Corio. It's you and me." She said taking his hand. "Are we really going to let them place odds on us? After everything that we've been through? Kidnappings, District 12, peacekeeping, the games, my family?" She exclaimed. Coriolanus looked at her with sad angry eyes .

"I can't lose you.. not li-" Y/n cupped his cheeks "you're not going to lose me like your mother. We are going to be fine.." she said taking one of his hands and placing it in her bump. "All three of us."

"Plus if I go. I will haunt your ass to make sure you never slip." She joked.

"How the hell can you joke about this and be so calm?" He asked but more liked seethed at her. She took eyes off her bump and looked into his eyes.

"Cause I'm scared." Y/n said with tears slipping from her eyes. Coriolanus eyes softened before eloping her into an embrace.

"But I have to believe that the odds WILL be in our favor this is not where our story ends.." She whispered, forehead pressed against his.

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7 months later...

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You were now very heavily pregnant at a gala that the doctor okayed you to go to Coriolanus was by your side all night. Checking on you as you were both congratulated as people gushed over the two of you bringing a baby. Into the world.

Now, you had just gotten home and Corio was walking you to the bedroom. A peacekeeper came up to you bowing his head.

"Mister Snow sir, I'm sorry to interrupt but you have an important call." A peacekeeper said.

"What ever it is. Im sure it can wait." Coriolanus said coldly. The peacekeeper gulped before taking a deep breath and saying who it was. Coriolanus sighed as he gave you a hesitant look.

"Go, I'll be fine." Y/n said giving him a small smile. He gave you a kiss on the head.

"This won't take long." Coriolanus said you nodded as he walked off with the peacekeeper.

You continued your walk to the bedroom before you felt a sharp pain and felt something slip down your leg to see blood. Your breath hitched as your body crumbled to the ground not hearing her name being called in a series of panic.

Tigris rushed into the hospital wing seeing Coriolanus with his head in his hands. She gulped walking over to him placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up with teary eyes.

"I can't lose her Tigris.. not like.." Tigris shushed him as she brought him into an embrace. It was the first time since before the 10th anual games that she saw the actual him.

"You're not going to lose her Corio, y/n is strong a lot stronger than we know." And she was right.

  The odds did it in fact fall in their favor a few moments later Elorie Rose Snow was born the both of you healthier than anyone could imagined. Coriolanus practically rushed into your room seeing you sat up holding the small baby in your arms looking as beautiful and alive more than ever. You smiled at him as he came closer looking at you then down at his.. daughter. He let the last tear slip as he embraced you kissing your forehead and wrapping his arm around you.

"Oh y/n she's beautiful.." Tigris cooed at the very healthy new born resting in you arms.

"Would you like to hold her?" She asked. Tigris froze for a moment before nodding her head.

"Ellie this is your godmother and best aunt Tigris." Y/n said as she handed Elorie over to her.

Tigris looked at Coriolanus surprised and he nodded. Tigris eyes welled up with tears as she held the baby looking down at her now goddaughter.

"Are you-" "I'm fine.. im more than fine Corio." Y/n said looking at him as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath as she smiled looking at their daughter and Tigris. Coriolanus kiss her forehead as Tigris handed Elorie back to Y/n.

"I'll let you two have a moment." Tigris said as she left the room.

"She's perfect.." Y/n said looking down at the newborn with pure platinum blonde hair.

   Coriolanus looked at Y/n then to his daughter. She looked like the perfect mix of the two of you. His heart swelled looking at her. He knew then that he could never truest hate her even when he almost lost you but he didn't. Here you three were okay and safe.

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Our Dirty Little Secret (Coriolanus Snow x Cardew! Reader)(Part 1)

(Summary: Livia thinks Coriolanus is after her oh how wrong she is when you Livias sister is the one he wants (quite literally) )

Word Count: 550

Masterlist : Request Info : Series Masterlist

(A/n: Heavily based off of the one episode in gossip girl with Blair & Chuck)

(Warnings: Nsfw, Livia being annoying, typical snow)

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"Y/n!!!" The aggravating voice of your sister yelled as she threw open the door to your bedroom and went over to your closet.

"Where is my red dress? Do you have it?" She said as she rummaged through your closet.

"Why would I have it and besides in case you forgot which clearly you have." She came out sending you a strange look. "You had it taken to the dry cleaners. What do you need it for anyways?"

"Oh.. right.." Livia said her face flushing from embarrassment for forgetting. She shock it off quickly. "I need it for tonight it's a party after all and I'm wearing it for Coriolanus obviously." She said snarkly.

"Do I wish it was someone else? Absolutely but as long as I am First Lady why should I care?" She said smirking as she readjusted her lip stick with one of yours. You roll your eyes at her little comments.

"Obviously.. now can you please get out?" You replied annoyed. She gave a little 'hm' before throwing the lips stick at you which you luckily caught.

  She slammed the door closed as she left. Letting out a loud sigh of relief as the comforter lifted up revealing Coriolanus. His hair a mess and lips glistening.

"We can't keep doing this.." Y/n said as she moved away but Coriolanus grabbed her and pulled her back into place as she let out a gasp of surprise.

"I don't give a damn if she catches us or about her." He muttered darkly. Y/n looked at him in slight shock but not that surprised.

"Besides my meal isn't finished yet.." He proceeded as he gave her a smirk making her flush and a gasp leaving her lips as he placed a kiss on her hard breast.

"Be quiet..." He said as he lowered himself back down to her awaiting lips. Her eyes rolled back as he reconnected placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

  This had been going on for months now ever since you both actually got to know each other without Livia coming in and interrupting or pulling you away with some excuse. It was only until a few weeks ago when you became a thing at a party hosted by your parents.

  You found yourselves confessing to each other the attraction neither of you surprised and next thing she knew is her back up against the one lounge room door that was far from the party dress hiked up , legs parted and Coriolanus in between them. It had became an almost daily thing whether it was in your bedroom at the risk of being caught or at his penthouse.

  Y/ns fear is being caught whether by your sister or parents. Not that her parents ever cared what she was doing to busy doting after their favorite Livia. Which in this case she should be thankful for especially when she has the man that they're trying to set up with Livia in between your legs devouring you. And doing other private affairs behind closed doors.

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I do have the aesthetics and Prologue but I am asking because I’m wonder who would read it in here.