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fanfic-wonderland · 11 months ago

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Not Just Friends {Coriolanus Snow}

Synopsis: After your breakup with Felix Ravinstill, you go to Coriolanus Snow for help and comfort. When you ask him to go to the Winter's Ball with you so you can make your ex-boyfriend jealous, he's hesitant. He has his reasons...

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Read part two here.

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When you arrive at the Snow residence one chilly afternoon, bawling your eyes out, nearly everyone is immediately worried. Coryo’s grandmother does not stick around for long to listen to your problems, claiming that she’s tired and will lie in bed for a while. However, Coryo, who looks the most concerned, guides you to their dining table, sitting beside you while Tigris heads directly to the kitchen to make you a cup of tea. “What happened?” He asks immediately.

You try to quiet down your sobs, taking a few deep breaths before answering him. “You were right. Felix is a no-good jerk. I should’ve listened to you.”

Coryo’s eyes darken at the mention of Felix’s name. He’s never been fond of him, much less when you started dating him a few months ago. You thought that he was just playing the role of the overprotective best friend when you first told him that you and Felix started seeing each other, and that he was being ridiculous when he had said that Felix was “the worst option for a boyfriend”. If only you had listened to him back then, you wouldn’t be crying over a broken heart right now. “What did he do?” Coryo asks in a low dangerous tone.

“He—” You shake your head as more tears fall down your cheeks. Coryo takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and grabs your chin softly, wiping them away. “I found him making out with Arachne in one of the classrooms.”

Coryo stops his movements, a hard look on his face. You try not to lose it again after the words leave your mouth but the image is freshly imprinted in your mind. The way his hands were all over her, while she grabbed at his hair… and how their mouths devoured each other…

You snap out of your thoughts when Coryo suddenly stands up and begins heading to the door. “Where are you going?” you ask frantically, following him.

“I’m going to kill him,” He answers but does not stop walking. “And her. I’ll kill them both.”

“No, Coryo, wait!” You grab him by the arm and pull him back. He finally turns back to you; his eyes are practically flames at this point. “They’re not worth it. Just… stay here with me, please,” You practically beg him. You feel your voice on the verge of breaking, again. “Please. I need you here with me.”

Coryo’s expression softens at your words and your glossy eyes make him silently give in. His arms wrap protectively around your figure and your cheek is pressed against his chest. You cry some more while he holds you, and it makes you feel a tad bit better.

A few moments later, the three of you are back at the table while you’re sipping from the tea that Tigris had brewed for you. The crying has finally stopped; the tea and the company were a big comfort. “I do want to ask you a favor that doesn't require killing anyone,” I direct my words to Coryo, who is already looking at me.

“Anything,” he says.

You sigh. “I want you to come with me to the Winter’s Ball.”

Coryo groans. “Anything but that,”

“Oh, please, Coryo,” You plead, clasping your hands together. “Both of them will be there and I just know that they'll be fuming if they see us together. Felix always hated the idea of us together and I just want him to see that I—”

“(Y/N), I already told you that I'm not going—”

“I know what you said,” you cut him off. Coryo typically does not mind going to social gatherings but the Winter’s Ball is different. He’s not fond of attending a dance filled with students who love to flaunt their wealth through over-the-top gowns and suits he cannot afford. At least not for now. “But if you could just do this one thing for me I will be forever grateful. I'll even pay for your suit, I have no problem doing—”

“Don’t,” He warns you. “Do not try to bribe me with that.”

You lower your head when you realize that you've made him angry. “Sorry.”

Silence follows and it feels like it goes on for too long. “Coryo,” Tigris chimes in. “Maybe it could be a good thing that you go with (Y/N). Aside from helping her out, it could also be a nice way to get your mind off things. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately.”

He narrows his eyes at her but before he can say something else, you beat him to it. “No, It’s okay. It was a dumb and petty idea anyway. Maybe I should just endure it as it is,” I stand up. “I should get going now. Thanks for the tea, and for listening. I'll see you guys later.”

Tigris walks you to the door while Coryo stays seated, keeping his eyes away from you. Moments later, Tigris comes back with a frown on her face. “Would it be so bad for you to go to the Ball?” She asks him softly.

Coryo closes his eyes and sighs. “You know how I feel about these things, Tigris.”

“I know. But you'd be helping (Y/N) out,” She points out. “Coryo, she's your best friend. How many times has she helped you without asking for anything in return?”

Countless times. And Coryo is sure that you'll keep helping him for as long as you can. It's only one of the many things he loves about you. “Tigris, you don't understand,” Coryo takes a moment before he confesses. “It’s not just about the Winter’s Ball. The mere thought of helping (Y/N) to make that good-for-nothing Felix Ravinstill jealous is…”

Tigris observes her cousin, the pained look on his face as he talks about you and your ex-boyfriend, and her eyes widen in realization. “Oh,” Coryo looks down at his hands, unable to say much. He’s already said enough. “Were you planning on telling her?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not worth it. She clearly doesn’t feel the same way.”

She places her hand on top of his. “I know it looks that way now, but there’s no telling what she truly feels unless you talk to her. You guys have known each other for so long that there may be something unspoken on her part, as well.”

Coryo doesn’t know what to say to that but the thought of you reciprocating his feelings stirs something inside him. He shouldn’t give in to them —he needs all his focus shifted to his studies to stay top of his class— but Tigris’ words make him reconsider his priorities, whether that’s a good thing or not.

***

You regret coming to the Winter’s Ball by yourself.

Everyone you see in the room is either coupled up or chatting away with other people. The people from the Academy who you once considered your ‘friends’ have taken Felix’s side after you guys broke up— all except one, but he's not here, so you're left sitting at an empty table on your own.

You've spotted Felix and Arachne a few times already, dancing together, and you try to distract yourself with a plate of food and a few drinks, but It's hard to look away when he's kissing her as if you aren't there. As if you guys hadn't dated at all.

You really shouldn't have come.

The plate is not even halfway empty but you've already lost your appetite. Your head is spinning and your chest feels heavy; the best thing you can do is leave. No one will notice anyway.

So you quickly stand up from your seat but when you turn to leave you almost run into someone had you not realized sooner. “Sorry,” you say before looking up at their face. You nearly stumble backward when you take in those familiar blue eyes. “Coryo! You’re here.”

“Where you just leaving?” Coryo asks.

You shrug. “I didn’t feel like being here by myself.”

“Well, you’re not anymore,” He offers you his hand. There’s a hint of a smile as he says, “Would you like to dance?”

You’re speechless for a moment, not truly believing that Coriolanus Snow, one of the most persistent people you’ve ever met, is attending the Winter’s Ball with you. You almost pinch yourself to make sure that you’re not dreaming. The only thing you can do is nod and place your hand in his, and then he guides you to where everyone else is already dancing. People begin to turn their heads in your direction; some smile (at Coryo), some glare (at you), and some whisper to the person next to them, but you find that you don’t care.

That is until you reach the center of the dancefloor and catch Felix and Arachne watching the both of you closely. His blazing stare almost succeeds in making you crumble, but you're brought back to reality when you feel Coryo’s thumb softly grazing the back of your hand. “Don’t pay attention to them,” He says close to your ear. You notice that he's smirking proudly at them and maybe that's the reason why Felix looks like he wants to kill someone. He's always had this crazy idea that you and Coryo were going behind his back, so this must feel like a slap in the face to him. You try to brush those thoughts aside and focus on the feeling of Coryo’s hand holding yours, how it makes you feel so warm inside.

The both of you turn to each other. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you close by the waist. Your bodies begin to sway to the music naturally; it feels like you guys aren’t just pretending. The other students certainly seem to believe so, seeing how, unlike when you first arrived, everyone’s attention is fully on both of you. After a few moments of dancing, you start to forget where you are, and it feels like It’s just you and him in the room. He makes you feel that way effortlessly just by the way he’s looking at you, and only you. It’s like nothing else matters to him in this one moment.

You only break eye contact with him when you’re suddenly spun around by someone behind you. “I knew it,” Felix spits his words out like they're venomous. “How convenient that right after we break up you’re here with none other than the guy you’ve always denied being involved with.”

You fold your arms across your chest, scowling up at him. At that moment, you beat yourself up for crying over a guy like him. “I've always been truthful. I never went behind your back. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for you.”

“You act like you're so innocent, right?” Felix scoffs. “You always said nothing was going on between you and Snow but here you are throwing yourself at him in front of everyone.”

Your blood begins to boil. Before you can say anything else, Coryo steps in front of you. “Watch your mouth, Ravinstill,” He warns. “I’d think carefully about what to say if I were you.”

Felix laughs dryly. “This doesn't concern you, Snow.”

“It does because she's with me tonight and I won't tolerate you addressing her like that.”

Coryo steps closer to Felix, practically hovering above him. Although Felix is slightly shorter, he doesn't seem the least bit intimidated. “Right. Figured you would play hero and jump right into defending your little whore from—”

Coryo’s fist meets Felix’s face before he can finish talking, sending him straight to the ground. Everyone who is watching the scene gasps in horror. Once he recovers, Felix manages to connect a punch to Coryo’s jaw, but it will take more than that to take him down. Coryo’s much stronger than him— and much angrier.

You call out Coryo’s name in panic, trying to get him to stop, but he keeps grabbing at Felix and punching him numerous times until his knuckles are stained with Felix’s blood. You begin to think that he might kill him. “Coryo, stop!” You cry out again, trying to hold him back by the arm.

He finally listens but his attention is still on Felix, who is lying on the floor and whose face is more than messed up now. A few students try to help him out and you take that opportunity to drag Coryo outside.

You figure he needs some fresh air. You know you certainly do. So both of you walk around the Academy grounds for a bit, arms linked with each other and neither of you saying anything until you find a bench right across from the fountain and you sit down. By the time you do, Coryo has calmed down a bit, although he still looks shaken up. You notice the bruise starting to form across his jaw, and you have a sudden urge to run your fingers through it, to do everything you can to make it go away.

Coryo catches you looking. “It doesn't hurt much,” He reassures you. “You probably hit harder than him.”

You chuckle, too exhausted to pretend to be offended. “Are you alright, though?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I think so,” You nod, fiddling with your fingers.

You break away from his gaze but you can still feel him staring. “Hey,” he places a hand on your cheek to get you to look back at him. “Nothing that he said is true, and I hope you know that.”

A fluttering feeling forms in your stomach. His eyes have always been your weakness.

“I know that, It’s just…” You shake your head. “I feel like all of this is my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to come with me, because clearly, it was a horrible plan. And now I probably fucked things up for you— your reputation might be deeply affected now that you beat up the president’s son.”

Coryo doesn't say anything. His lips remain a thin line on his gorgeous face. “I should really start listening to you from now on, huh?” You try to joke.

You guess it works as Coryo smiles faintly. “I think that's the best idea you’ve had so far,” he agrees. “But I could care less about my image right now. He deserved that—no, worse. No one talks about you like that and gets away with it. Not if I can help it.”

His words make your insides jump. You try to control it because since when does Coryo have such an effect on you? Your relationship has always been nothing but platonic. “The thought of you hurting over a guy like him pains me so much because he doesn't deserve you. Fuck, even I don't deserve you, but I would never, ever do something to hurt you like that,” You swear he’s leaning his face closer to yours. “You're the most important thing to me, (Y/N). You’re so precious and I don’t think you see just how much. But I do. I’ve always seen it.”

You gape at him. “Coryo…”

You were not expecting him to say something like that. Coriolanus Snow has always been far from the romantic type. Charming, absolutely, but you have never heard him express any desire to be romantically involved with someone, let alone yourself. You don’t know how to answer to him. “You don’t have to say anything right now,” He tells you. “I just needed you to know how much you truly mean to me.”

And then he stands up and walks away, leaving you cold, confused, and alone with your thoughts.

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sailorwritesstuff · 1 year ago

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"HELP" Hobie Brown x reader.

"Arachne!" You turn at the sound of your alias. Your Alias. It roll out of his mouth in a thick sultry English accent, "I need your help."

"Can it...wait?" Your eyes drift to one of the many spider-women around, earth 834: Zarina Zahari. She looked at him with a raised brow and seemed unamused with the interruption.

"No. I need your help," he repeats cooly his large hand presses against your back and starts gently pushing, "...now."

"Oh- o-ok..." You stutter stumbling a bit as you try and wrap up. "I'll talk to you later, Zar! Hobie stop shoving!"

"stop stallin' then, dove." He huffs stopping his insistent pushing only to fiddle with his wrist. A portal opens and you turn to look at him in confusion. "Well? Are we goin'to stand here all day or are you walking through it?"

"where-?"

"go." He gives a gentle push.

"Jesus Christ you are so impatient today." You grumble in frustration going through the portal and falling on a firm bed in a familiar room. Like the occupant of the room it's calm and serene and the colors are slightly different than the last time you were over. It was ever changing. You sit with your legs crossed on the bed your arms across your chest as Hobie falls through much more elegantly next to you.

"dovey-" his voice rings with an air of amusement at you pouty insistence.

"dovey," you mock his thick accent and he takes a deep breath. "Don't dovey me I was having a conversation, Hobie. What is the matter with you?"

"I'm tired." He says simply wrapping his arms around you and pressing his face into the crook of your neck his nose brushes the skin there and he sighs. The little shit is content, "and I don't think I can sleep if you're not here. Shuddup and lay with me."

#sailor's dreamhouse #sailor's dream house #spiderman #spider punk #across the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobie brown imagine

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murdrdocs · 11 months ago

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Drunk, needy academy!snow trying to get some friction in between your legs (you won't let him in you).

he's being so shameless. he can't handle his liquor, and everyone around you knew it.

you still have posca in your cup, not nearly good enough for you to keep sipping but you need to keep your hands busy because if they weren't, they would be all over coriolanus just like his are all over you.

trailing up and down your sides, pressing into knots in your shoulders or along your lower back, trailing over your ass in your new jeans, trying to subtly slip between your thighs from behind when no one's looking (and even when eyes are on you both). you try to ignore him, but he's restless, pressing his crotch into your ass and begging in your ear.

"please, can we go somewhere else? everyone here is boring anyway." you can hear the pout in his words, you don't even have to see him to know it's there.

his curls tickle your cheeks, his lips do the same with your earlobe, and it's harder and harder for you to resist.

but it's certainly not hard for you to keep teasing him when you are alone. occupying one of the many guest rooms of arachne's flashy home. your legs crossed at the knee, coriolanus' weak and shaky hands attempting to push them apart to no avail, his voice getting whinier each time.

"baby," the nickname shocks you. your eyebrows shoot up, you adjust your elbow which presses into the mattress, you sip from your cup with a hum.

"please?"

you let the drink sit on your tongue, shrug, swallow. your legs spread just a little, enough to make coriolanus' eyes widen.

you pity him just enough, letting your legs fall open and coriolanus is instantly between them. his hands go for your panties, but you tut and close your legs, both hands unfortunately occupied.

he stares up at you, eyes looking so pitiful that it hurts you a little. "what?" he asks, shock in the singular word. but you don't back down.

he knows what you mean, and he takes it albeit a little reluctantly, but eventually gratefully. his hips irregularly jut into yours, grinds that are a little messy pressing his bare cock into the friction of your panties. it's obviously not enough for him, and you're a little drunk and therefore don't notice when he peels your panties to the side and slips his cock along your cunt. still, he obediently slides it through your folds, not daring to enter you, and you coo as you scratch his scalp, letting him fuck your folds without any complaints.

#academy!coryo i luv u #coryosworld!#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg

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darby-rowe · 10 months ago

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✧.* don't come in! coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word count 1.5k cw cock slapping pussy, WATERSPORTS/PISS, dirty talk, swearing, p in v, unprotected sex (please use protection), almost getting caught, disrespect to arachne crane's bathtub, pulling out, implied modern au, not proofread notes uh... this was meant to be a blurb or a ficlet. obviously that did not happen... yeah. enjoy nevertheless!

arachne crane's birthday party swiftly became a mess of hormonal teenage shenanigans. which is how you found yourself with your skirt and panties off, kneeling over coriolanus's hard cock in the birthday girl's bathtub away from the chaos.

you had your pussy lips spread open, softly sighing as coriolanus pressed down on your bladder with one hand and jerked himself off with the other. you slowly rocked your hips back and forth as your anticipated release grew closer.

you whimpered slightly as coriolanus slapped his cock head on your clit, as a way to tell you to hurry up. you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"you're so incredibly impatient," you tutted, studying coriolanus's flushed face and slightly parted lips. "give me a sec, baby,"

coriolanus huffed air out of his mouth as a chuckle. "you said to give you a sec a minute ago," he retorted, slapping your clit with the head of his dick a few more times, making your hips stutter.

"fuck," you sighed, rocking your hips even more. the bass from the music downstairs was so loud it seemed to vibrate the walls of the bathroom.

it only took a few seconds before you finally felt your bladder begin to relieve itself. with a tiny, "fuck, it's coming," you looked down as you watched a steady stream of warm, pale yellow piss pours itself onto coriolanus's throbbing hard cock. you mewled slightly as his hand seemed to jerk himself off faster, relishing in the warmth of your urine.

"s'fuckin' hot, baby..." coriolanus moaned beneath you, swiping his cock head back and forth against the gushing stream of piss, making even more of a mess than you two previously were.

the sound of two males laughing out in the hallway made you look up, eyes trained on the doorknob of the bathroom door. you silently pleaded to yourself — please, god, don't jiggle the doorknob.

coriolanus seemed to have caught on to your unease as the feeling of his cock sliding against your clit makes your breath hitch in your throat. you watched as he sat up and softly kissed your cheek and jawline, his hand soothing over the back of your neck.

"the door is locked baby," he cooed into your ear. your eyes fluttered closed, taking in the pleasure of his cock head stimulating your clit and his plush lips on your neck. "no one's coming in. now lay back — it's my turn,"

you laid back against the opposite end of the bathtub as coriolanus sat back on his knees, positioning his cock right at your clit. you looked up at his pretty, flushed face, batting your eyelashes as you spread your pussy lips open once more. but even as your boyfriend's pretty cock was a sight within itself, you just couldn't help but flick your eyes back at the bathroom door.

"eyes on me, pretty girl," coriolanus purred when he noticed how distracted you were, even taking it upon himself to grab your face and force you to look at him. "you're gonna watch me cover your pretty little pussy in my piss. don't look at the door — keep your eyes on my dick, got it?"

you couldn't help but nod, and soon your clit was being covered in coriolanus's powerful stream of warm piss, making you moan and lift your hips further into his stream. goosebumps flared all around your pelvis, relishing in the filth of it all.

and it was quite dirty what the two of you were doing. this bathtub wasn't yours, nor was it coriolanus's. and yet the two of you were exchanging bodily fluids in your friend's (term used loosely) bathtub. but fuck it, because honestly? you didn't care in the moment.

you looked up at coriolanus, lips parted as melodic sighs escaped your mouth. "fuck baby, s'fuckin' dirty," you circled your clit with your index finger, feeling coriolanus's piss cover your already soaking wet folds. "piss all over fuckin' pussy,"

coriolanus groaned as the last few drops of piss escaped his cock, shaking off any remnants of filth before leaning down to tease your entrance. you couldn't help but giggle at his desperation, making him go red in the face.

"i thought we came in here just to piss on each other," you joked, taking your hand and stroking his dick softly. "wanna fuck me as well?" your voice had a teasing inflection to it as you eased his tip inside you.

coriolanus let out a sigh. "can't help it, need to fuck you," he groaned as he slowly eased in the rest of his cock inside your warm hole, making you whimper slightly as your pussy became full of him.

you've now forgotten about the risk of someone knocking on the door, because your focus became solely on how hard coriolanus was snapping his hips into you. you had to cover your mouth when your moans became too loud, keeping your eyes trained on coriolanus's disheveled blonde curls above you.

"pussy's so fuckin' good," coriolanus growled under his breath. "such a dirty girl — lettin' me fuck my piss into you, yeah?"

you groaned lowly into the palm of your hand as your other hand traveled down to your clit, furiously rubbing at yourself to expedite your orgasm.

"naughty girl," coriolanus panted with a smirk that made your cheeks warm with a smidge of embarrassment.

the sound of the combined wetness of your pussy and his dick echoed off the walls of arachne's extravagant bathroom. you began to wonder if your attempts to quiet your moans were fruitless as your bodies were making just as much noise. but as you began to remove your hand from your mouth, coriolanus quickly slapped his own hand back onto your mouth as a heavy, demanding knock fell upon the bathroom door. you felt your heart jump down to your stomach.

"yo, snow!" festus's voice called out from behind the door. "hurry up in there — gotta piss, bro,"

coriolanus rolled his eyes as he continued to thrust into you, much to your horror as the noise of skin slapping against skin was incredibly apparent. "just wait, festus," he called out in between grunts. "weren't you just doing body shots off of livia? go back to doing that and leave me alone,"

"funny man you are, snow," festus responded. "although it could be just the liquor that livia spat in my eardrum, but it doesn't sound like you're doing much pissin' in there. you with a girl or somethin', bro?"

coriolanus chuckled with resignation, slowing down his thrusts but not stopping completely. he merely focused on just sliding the entirety of his cock into you and back out again, making your eyes roll back into your head. "and what if i was, festus?" he inquired. "what if i was fucking the shit out of a girl right now? what would that mean for me?"

festus was quiet for a moment before responding. "i mean... i guess, good for you, bro, or somethin'. arachne's gonna be pissed, though,"

coriolanus huffed with frustration, speeding up his thrusts once more. "just go away, festus,"

and festus seemed to have taken coriolanus's advice because you didn't hear his voice for the remainder of the time you were in there with your boyfriend. you could just focus on the feeling of him pistoning his cock inside your pussy, your breathing quickening as your orgasm drew closer and closer. your hand gripped the edge of the bathtub as your other hand worked your clit.

“gonna cum, pretty girl?” coriolanus asked as he felt your walls contract around his shaft. all you could do was nod and whine pathetically, looking up at him with your pretty, pleading eyes. the smug, satisfied look on his face as he fucked you hard in arachne’s bathtub made your stomach do flips. and with just a few more thrusts and words of encouragement, you were whimpering and cumming all over his large cock, your walls tightening and pulsating with each wave of please that overtook your body.

“gonna shoot my load all over this pretty pussy of yours,” coriolanus growled as he quickly pulled out of your hole and jerked himself off until he was shooting ropes all over your folds. the sounds of his grunts as he came all over you sent shivers down your spine, and now the shared noise in the bathroom was just the two of you panting in the aftermath.

he leaned to press a soft kiss to your lips — a quick attempt at aftercare before you both crawled out of the bathtub and cleaned yourselves up, throwing on the rest of your clothes.

but when coriolanus opened the door to rejoin the party, he was met with the impatient bodies of festus creed and felix ravinstill, the looks on their faces as they registered the disheveled appearances of you and coriolanus making your blood run cold.

after a moment of awkward silence, festus let out the most ear-splitting guffaw you ever heard, making your stomach turn with disgust and humiliation. “holy shit!” he cried out, holding his sides. “ah man, arachne is surely gonna be pissed when she hears about this!”

let’s just say festus had to hold a bag of frozen peas to his left eye for the remainder of the night after that confrontation.

darby-rowe, 2024. do not plagiarize my content, nor distribute my content onto any other website like AO3, etc. my writing is exclusive to tumblr only.

#♡; dally writes!#cw piss #fem!reader #fem reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #x reader #x reader smut

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beybaldes · 1 year ago

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open the blinds, let me see your face

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Sejanus plinth x gn!reader

summary: befriending Sejanus plinth was a choice you made, falling in love with him wasn’t

warnings: one use of y/n, I make Arachne crane out to be a high school mean girl, little bit angsty but it’s most fluffy, miscommunication, overhearing something, Sejanus being a little self deprecating :(( protect my baby boy

an: thanks for all the love on my Sejanus fics so far!! Here’s another one <33 tag list ~ @celestialstar111 <33

Sejanus Plinth sits two seats to the left of you on the curved bench in the classroom and he always has his head hung low like a wounded dog; hunched over and trying to protect itself, ready to bite if provoked enough.

There was a day last spring when Festus Creed was mid conversation with you as you entered the classroom, and moved to sit with you so he could carry on talking to you until the lesson began. You got to your usual seat and carried on, moving one seat over and letting Festus sit in your usual seat, but when you’d arrived for your learning the following day you didn’t move back, sitting in the seat one to the left of where you usually did. Though you can’t quite remember when the one seat gap between you and Sejanus became the inch that stopped your arms from pressing against each other, you can remember when other people started to take notice.

The first had been an all-too eager Arachne Crane, who’d tried to make some scene about it over lunch, to which she’d very promptly failed. Although she’d made it perfectly clear just how weird she thought it was. “Are you two… friends?” She’d leaned across the table asking you in a loud whisper, totally oblivious to how her blazer went straight into her food in some kind of instant Karma. Her gaze flickered to where Sejanus sat, at a table for two yet still by himself, head hung low. Arachne’s face scrunched in disgust. “He isn’t the kind of person you should befriend, y/n.”

In her mind, she was just looking out for you, but in yours she was being unnecessarily mean. “And whose friend should I be, Arachne? Yours?” Silence took over the table as you scoffed, a genuine look of hurt crossing Arachne’s face for a split second and then passing, and Festus reaching for your shoulder, patting it gently as if to say ‘you took it too far this time.’ To hell with all of them, if anyone had taken things too far it was Arachne when she felt the need to make fun of sweet Sejanus Plinth for no reason. You stood from the table, half eaten lunch in hand. “That’s what I thought.”

It isn’t difficult to see where you’re going, the whole table watching as you headed straight for the seat opposite Sejanus. Arachne gets more and more appalled with each step you take, refusing to believe that you’re willing to sit with Sejanus over her, yet, you seem to ask him something, and then pull out the seat with a softer smile then you’ve ever given her and get straight to talking to the brunette. She can’t believe her eyes.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” Sejanus looks up at you with wide eyes, his whole body stilling at the question. Of course it was okay, but why would you want to sit with him? At first he thinks it’s some kind of cruel joke with the way a table full of senior academy students are looking at him with Arachne at its head, but then he thinks about everything he knows about you - you’ve never been anything but kind to him, you sat next to each other in class and made pleasant enough small talk, and though he doesn’t think you’d remember, on his very first day of attending school in the capital you came and sat with him under the big oak tree in the yard, asked him what living in district 2 had been like and shared his sweets.

He quickly rules that your question is sincere and pulls his tray closer to his side of the table, nodding. “Please do.”

“Thank you.” The two of you last about 5 more seconds without either of you saying anything before you speak up. Even facing him, Sejanus keeps his head hung low. “You’re very kind, Sejanus.”

He likes the way you say his name, the way it seems to roll perfectly and fluidly off your tongue, like it was meant to be said by you. What’s worse is he knows he likes the way you say his name so much that he’s blushing, so, he ducks his head and try’s to bore holes in the table top. “I don’t know about that.”

Once more, Sejanus Plinth was hiding away from the world, or in this case you, and you were having non of it. Tapping his hand with yours, you waited until he looked up at you before you spokes. “Really? Because I know for a fact you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.” If his face wasn’t already flushed the same red as his clothes, it would be now. “I mean, have you met half the people in this room? Kind isn’t exactly their forte.”

His smile widens so much he has dimples prominently on show that you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen before. Sejanus’s face was made for dimples and smiling, you’re sure of it. “Well, if you say so.”

From then on, not only do you sit directly next to each other in all your classes, you begin to each lunch together too, and eventually it escalates to Sejanus walking you home everyday after having lessons at the academy.

The first time he walks you home it’s pitch black out and the two of you have been sat in the academy’s library for hours upon hours studying for an exam. At the bottom of the steps you go to part ways, but Sejanus turns in the same direction as you and carry’s on walking. It’s takes three streets in the direction of your house for you to be brave enough to say anything about it.

“You do know you live in the opposite direction, right?” Sejanus’s gaze fell to the floor and he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Obviously he knew that, but he wasn’t able to outright admit he’d simply wanted to walk you home either - for some reason he could easily became a blushing, stuttering mess around you, and when you consistently looked at him like that, it didn’t make things any easier. “I know.” He didn’t know what else to say, but in an attempt to not blow his cover, he practically admitted it. “I just like talking to you, wasn’t ready to stop yet. I’d quite like to carry on walking this way, if you don’t mind.”

For the first time, it was you who became the blushing mess, looking anywhere but at Sejanus as you nodded, trying desperately to not let your hand brush against his. “Yeah, no, yeah. That’s- that’s more then okay. I don’t mind at all.”

When you finally reach your doorstep later that evening, you’ve brushed hands with Sejanus at least ten times and thought about just going for it and holding his hand twice. Three times if you count the fact you want to reach out and squeeze it as a thank you right now. “I like talking to you too, by the way. Like, a lot.”

“Oh, that’s good, that’s- yeah, wow, cool, cool.” Sejanus was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, hands still tucked stiffly into his pockets and still avoiding you gaze. If he’d look at you more, then maybe he’d see just how much were growing to like him, like really like him.

In a moment of bravery, you stood on the tips of your toes, pressing a fleeting kiss against his cheek then running up the steps to your front door. “Goodnight Sejanus, thank you.”

Sejanus stood frozen on your doorstep for a long moment, his shaking hand coming up to ghost over where your lips had just been pressed against his cheek, a dazed look in his eyes. Only hearing your door close behind you started him enough to get him moving again, and on his way home before he spent all night stood in a stupor on your doorstep.

The next morning, Sejanus felt as though he was as light as a feather walking through the academy, a skip in his step that had heads turning to look at him. Even Coriolanus had stopped him to ask what was going on, the brunette only able to respond with a bright smile and an airy promise that it was ‘nothing.’ He was sure this attitude would’ve continued all day - and perhaps even forever, getting renewed each time you pressed a kiss to his cheek again - if he hadn’t walked into the main hall to hear you and Arachne in the middle of a heated argument.

“You know it’s not like that, Arachne.”

“Well, If you’re not with him for his daddy’s money, I can’t see anything worth while. After all, he’s barely Capitol, district scum, so the only thing that would make sense is if-“ A wicked grin curled onto Arachne’s perfectly painted lips and it knocked you sick. She hasn’t even said the words yet and you knew she was about turn your world upside down, tell everyone what you’d been trying so hard to keep. “You love him.”

“No, no, that’s not-“ Your voice shook as you spoke and it was obvious to anyone that you were lying, well, anyone except Sejanus, who took your nervousness as embarrassment and felt his heart shatter. Of course it had been too good to be true. More fool him, he thought, for thinking one little kiss to his cheek meant anything.

But it wasn’t just one little kiss, it was so much more. It was thinking about holding his hand every time you were near him, it was getting two different things at lunch and having half and half each, it was knowing he’d always rather have a glass of apple juice, and that his Ma made the best baked goods in all of Panem. It was bumping your arm against his whenever one of your classmates said something stupid, it was him offering his blazer without you asking like he just knew how cold you were, it was curly hair that you wanted to run your fingers through and arms you wanted to step into and never move out of.

“You love him.” Arachne repeated, her words dripping with disgust the more she dwelled on them. Of course you would fall for the district boy, she’d only wished she’d been a better friend and stopped you before things got this far. “Poor thing, falling for a boy from the districts.”

“I’m not-“ Sejanus had heard enough, turning on his heel and heading out of the hall, not caring for the way the door slammed shut behind him. Turning to the noise, you noticed the flash of brown curls and Coriolanus stood by the closed door. “Sejanus…”

“Oh no, did I hurt lover boys feelings?”

The sound of your palm struck flat and fast against Arachne’s face resounded around the room, everyone staring at the scene in shocked silence. “Do you ever stop being a vindictive bitch? Or do you have nothing better to do?”

Pulling your bag further up your shoulder, you turned and ran for the door, wanting to catch up with Sejanus before he got too far. “Sejanus!” Dread filled your stomach as you realised it might be too late, Sejanus no where in sight. You started making a mental list of all the different places he could be heading for when the main doors closed with a hard thud. It had to be Sejanus. So, you were quick to follow, sprinting down to the opposite end of the corridor, and out into the pouring rain, not willing to lose him over something said by someone as cruel as Arachne Crane. “Sejanus, please, wait up!” Running down the marble steps without the care of slipping, you finally caught up to him, reaching out and grabbing onto his arm, causing him to still. “Let me explain, please.”

Sejanus turned to face you but kept his head hung low, something you hadn’t seen him do in months, and your heart clenched. Poor, sweet Sejanus Plinth curled into himself like a kicked dog, and it was your fault. “What is there to explain?” His words came out in a whisper, Sejanus trying his best to keep his calm as even if you were embarrassed by him, he’d never treat you wrong in anyway. Not even now. “You made it pretty clear how you feel about me.”

“Sejanus, please, Arachne was being cruel. You’re my best friend.” As you moved your grip down his arm to try and take his hand in yours, he pulled away from you, taking a step further back on the steps as well. “Sejanus please just let me explain, you have no idea-“

“You’re embarrassed of me.” He said firmly, as if it was the objective truth and you both just had to deal with that fact. He didn’t know how far from the truth it was. Sejanus’s hands curled into fists as he spoke and his voice trembled, like he was about to cry. “You’re embarrassed to be friends with the district scum who somehow made it to the Capitol, and you’ve spent the last few months becoming his friend because you pitied him, or to make fun of him, or something.” Sejanus was stumbling over his words as he got more and more upset, the rain against his face stopping you from figuring out if he was crying or not. “I get it, it’s fine, I just wish it hadn’t felt so real.”

Stepping closer to him before he could stop you, you cradled his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze and wiping away at the rain that coated his cheeks and matted his hair to his forehead. “It was real, it was so real, all of it, every single second. I promise Sejanus, I promise.” He was completely dazed by the feeling of your hands cupping his face and he only wished they’d been placed there in a different scenario. However you had taken his silence as disbelief in what you were saying, promoting you to continue, clutching his face tighter. “I’m not embarrassed of you, at all, ever. How could I be? God, I’d shout it from the rooftops just how much you mean to me if I didn’t know how much you’d hate everyone looking at you when I called your name.”

Sejanus was silent for a long moment, but leaned into the warmth of your touch, closing his eyes for a brief moment while he took in what you said. “You would?”

You tilted his head down so that his forehead pressed against yours in desperation. “I’d do anything for you, Sejanus, please.” His lips were centimetres from yours, so much so you could feel him breathe against them. It’d be so easy to kiss him right now. Instead, you slide your hands back around his head to cradle the back of his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Please… please believe me.”

Sejanus was hesitant, but wrapped his arms around you; one pressing into the small of your back and the other cupping the back of your neck. You’ve never been anything but kind to him, and he highly doubted that you’d decide to stop being now, so out of the blue. But as much as he wanted to move on from this, believe you and pretend nothing happened, Arachne’s words can’t stop echoing in his mind.

Daddy’s money, barely capital, district scum, you love him, you love him, you love him.

“Is it true?” He asked, grip on you tightening slightly incase it wasn’t and this was the last time he’d hug you. For all the months that Sejanus didn’t know if you returned his feelings or not, he lived in blissful ignorance, like you were so far out of his reach that the confession of his feelings was something he’d never have to worry about. But now that Arachne had brought it up, he needed to know for sure. As selfish as it was, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle staying just your friend. “Do you really love me? Like, love me, love me?”

There was no point in trying to hide it now. You’d spent weeks trying to be brave enough to hold his hand, and last night in a daze you’d kissed him on the cheek, and even though you would’ve rather done it of your own accord, you were about to shy away from the opportunity to get it off your chest. “Yes.” You whispered, tucking your head deeper into the crook of his neck, muffling your words. If this was the last time you were going to be able to hold him, you wanted it to last. “And if you don’t want to be friends anymore then I’m okay with that. I’d rather lose you because I loved you too much then lose you because you think I didn’t love you at all.”

Sejanus stayed silent, processing and digesting each of your word’s individually. A small voice in his head was telling him that this was all a dream and he was going to be woken to reality any second, but the rain against his face and your hands at the nape of his neck told him otherwise. Pulling away from you enough to look at you, Sejanus made sure to meet and hold your gaze, cheeks flushing red at the idea alone of what he was about to say. “I love you.” Nose slotted against nose, the words were said against your lips, the breath he released after he made his admission fanning against your skin. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please do.” You answered, nodding your head slightly and leaning forward, meeting Sejanus in the middle in a gentle kiss. Though a little awkward and unsure, neither of you knowing where to put your hands or how to actually kiss, what you lacked in experience you made up for in enthusiasm, trying to drink up as much of each other as possible in one kiss. His lips against yours were firm, but still loving and gentle in a way unique to Sejanus, and he let you guide the two of you through it, kissing you harder when you pulled him closer and waiting for you to end the kiss.

Finally breaking away from each other, you could feel the rapid rise and fall of Sejanus’s chest against yours. The boy in front of you now was more like the Sejanus you knew so well, his head hanging low, and a hot flush coating his cheeks that he was trying to hide form the world, from you. However, his flustered facade didn’t last long, as you placed a hand against his jaw, titling his head up to look at you. “Can I kiss you again, Sej?”

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roguerogerss · 1 year ago

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pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

w/c: 3.6k

warnings: literally full on SMUT, bit of swearing, underage drinking but only if ur american, coriolanus is a warning in himself.

a/n: help my smut writing has gotten so good the past few months this popped off so hard. been obsessed with coryo since the movie came out (you cant expect a mentally ill woman not to fall in love with him. you just cant.) so here’s this. i’m disgusted by myself too. bye. (requests r open, send me stuff here)

Livia Cardew's 18th birthday had been a mistake to attend. The party had been held at Pluribus Bell's nightclub, a place in which you only found yourself when you made an appearance at your friend's birthday parties, and the entire club had been packed, not only with Livia's family and your classmates from the academy, but with their friends and families, too.

Overall, there must've been three hundred people there, all tightly packed together, some drunkenly pressed against eachother, dancing, others swaying silently by the bar or stood by one of the table booths, yelling in eachother's ears to get their points across. You thought that, of the three hundred, you might only have known thirty.

Livia, unfortunately, considered you as a close friend, which was certainly true when you were young children, but, as the years had gone by, you'd actually found her, and most of the other girls in your class, to be almost insufferable. Nevertheless, you'd managed to land yourself an invitation to her family's mansion before the party had started, and you'd pretended to be having a good time, even although the crystal glasses that you were drinking from and the buffet that Mrs Cardew had set out on the gold-trimmed marble dining table, had settled a queasy feeling into the pit of your stomach.

The only other face in the Cardew's enormous living room that wasn't constantly grinning, was Crassus Snow's own son, Coriolanus, who you'd make eye contact with on occasion, and he'd send a small, knowing smile, and an eye roll back in your direction.

You liked Coriolanus, a lot, actually, you considered him to be your best friend, sometimes you even dabbled with boyfriend. But your classmates couldn't know that, simply down to the type of bond that you shared, and so, after every bout of eye contact, every blush-inducing smile, you'd simply turned your body away, back to Clemensia, or Livia, or Arachne, and waited for the next time you'd catch Coriolanus' eye. Of course, he was almost always staring - he thought you were the only thing in the room worth looking at - even while speaking to his fellow classmates, and so, every time you turned around, you'd repeat the process over again.

"Are you even listening to me?" Arachne would say, voice as booming as ever, and Livia would intervene, calling your name to have you rejoin the conversation.

The party had been terrible to begin with, the opulent nature of the Cardew household having you feeling sick, right from the get-go, and had only gotten worse when you'd all left and gotten into chauffeur-driven cars to be taken to the nightclub. You'd been sweaty just looking at the crowd when you arrived, and saying hello to classmates that you didn't like but had to pretend to for the social status of it all had exhausted you even further.

But the night had ended the same way it always did, with you leading Coriolanus Snow back to your apartment, hands loosely intertwined with eachother.

You and Coriolanus lived in much the same circumstances, both in the same apartment building, where the exterior and most of the homes inside were packed with marble and precious stone, the two of yours being an exception to this.

You'd both come from rich families, of course you had, this was the Capitol after all, but, after being orphaned in the war, you lived alone, in an apartment that seemed to have crumbled more every time you arrived home, with pieces of plaster falling from the ceiling day by day, and new cracks appearing in the walls as often as every hour.

Coriolanus was only slightly better off than you were, what with Tigris and the Grandma'am still living with him.

Ever since the war, you'd been on eachother's side, no matter the circumstance. If either of you had chance to sneak food from the dining hall of the academy, you'd share it between you, and if there ever came a cold winter, Coriolanus would invite you over, and let you share the scarce warm clothes and blankets he and his family owned, topped with a bowl of cabbage soup from Tigris.

You supposed your sleeping together after the very occasional night at Pluribus' nightclub had come naturally, and the sleeping together most every night for the past few months had been only the normal progression. You didn't mind it, but, of course, no one at the academy was ever to find out. It would only spark rumours, which would certainly mean that, soon enough, your classmates would find out about both of your financial positions, which could absolutely not happen.

Your nights together remained simply intimacy in the dark, and you supposed you were both okay with that.

Coryo had his first two fingers interlocked with your last two, and your arms swung between you as you walked ahead of him. Neither of you were particularly drunk, a personal choice rather than an inability, as Livia's parents had paid Pluribus Bell extra for their daughter's party to feature an open bar, which could've been taken full advantage of by the pair of you, considering you'd never have enough money to even get into Pluribus' normally, nevermind buy enough drinks to make you both feel lightheaded.

But the Cardew's were high up in the Capitol, and Livia's entire family was in attendance, which meant that, with them, came the rich and famous, government officials, celebrities. The two of you, not having rich parents to fall back on, couldn't risk getting blackout drunk. It was the kind of thing that was funny if you were affluent enough, but embarrassing and ill-mannered if you weren't.

"You know," Coriolanus gave your arm a particularly hard swing, "I think we're getting pretty good at that."

"Good at what?"

"The whole, pretending we don't really know eachother, thing."

You scoffed and turned your body slightly to face him. "We don't pretend we don't know eachother."

"Well, whatever you'd call it. Pretending we're just acquaintances?" Coriolanus moved his tongue around in his mouth a little, mulling over the words like he'd only been asking himself the question. And then he gave his head a shake. "No, we're definitely pretending that we don't know eachother."

"It was your idea." You shrugged. Your conversations seemed to often be pointed, but it was all in good spirits. You knew that you loved eachother really.

"I'm not saying it wasn't." You laughed at his remark, "I'm saying we're good at it."

"And you're happy to do it?" You raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head almost too enthusiastically. Maybe the posca was stronger than you'd thought.

"Not particularly, but if it means that this keeps happening, and you keep sharing the food that you steal from the hall, then I could keep going." Your mouth fell open in feigned hurt, and you clamped a hand over your chest.

"You're only sleeping with me for stolen leftovers?"

Coriolanus shook his head and grinned at your joke, looking down at his feet, which were aching with how tight his boots were. "I'm kidding, obviously. Of course I don't like it, but you know what everyone's like."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't hurt to be friends in public." You swung your hands between you for a few seconds while Coriolanus considered your proposal. You were nearing your apartment, and you fumbled in your coat pocket with one hand for your key-card.

"No. No it probably wouldn't." He said finally and you gasped.

"Are you agreeing with me for once?" You'd reached your apartment complex, now, and the LED lights on the archway into the building were almost blinding when paired with the crystal chandeliers that lined the lobby. The pair of you began climbing the marble staircase that brought you to your apartment, which was situated on the second floor. You always found it almost comical, how the Capitol had kept it's glory in apartment buildings but that the people housed within some of them were one missed rent payment away from eviction.

"I always agree with you." Coriolanus laughed, giving your hand a tight squeeze. You pressed your keycard against the lock-pad and, the second the door buzzed open, you'd untangled your hand from Coriolanus' to undo the buckle on your too-high heels which had once belonged to your mother, who's feet were only one size bigger than yours and so you were able to just about get away with wearing her old, but still stylish, shoes.

"Only when we sleep together." You gave him a seductive wink which had him laughing.

"Which seems to be more often than not these past few months." Coriolanus took off his blazer and tossed it over your tattered sofa, which was beautiful in it's glory days, but was now cracked and moulting.

Your face had broken into a cheeky smirk as you approached him, your back still to the door as he faced you. "Are you complaining, Snow?"

In one, swift movement, Coryo had backed you into the door and had one hand on your waist, the other above your head. He cocked an eyebrow at you in a way that had you weak in the knees, "Do I seem like I'm complaining?"

"I'm not sure, pretty boy, you'll have to do better than that." Your smirk was still present, and, without hesitation, Coriolanus' lips were crashing down onto your own, with just as much hunger for you as you were used to.

He moved fast, he always did, and he'd removed your coat from your shoulders and thrown it to the floor without even a second thought, and was now twirling the straps of your dress between his fingers teasingly. Your hands roamed his chest, blindly searching for the buttons of his shirt, and, when you found them, you fumbled with them until you'd undone them all, and then you pulled it from his arms, so that he was in nothing but his father's old black slacks.

Your dress was Livia's - you'd told her you just couldn't decide what to wear, and she'd offered it up - and it was huge and puffy and made you vaguely resemble a cupcake, and so, when Coryo's fingers finally slipped under the straps and began peeling them down your shoulders, you felt an incredible sense of relief to finally be out of the thing.

When you'd stepped out of the dress, Coriolanus almost dropped it on the floor, but you stopped him, "Ah, ah! That's Livia's, I can't get it ruined. Her father would probably skin me to make a new one. Can you put it over the sofa?"

He laughed and obliged, he always did, draping the dress neatly over the arm of the sofa before coming back to kiss you, this time even rougher than before. His lips trailed down your neck, hands roamed your body, fingers familiarising themselves with the black lacy set you'd worn under your dress, the only reason being that you knew Coriolanus would be the one taking it off of you that night.

He pulled back from you for a second, admiring your form, how your waist dipped in and you curved back out at the hips, how perfectly the bra sat on your chest, and, most of all, how you were all for him in that moment, how you seemed to always be all for him. "Oh my God." Was all he seemed to be able to muster.

The underwear had actually been stolen from a boutique near your house, one owned by Coriolanus' own cousin's boss. But you figured he didn't need to know that.

Coryo's head had dropped to your collarbone, and his lips travelled all the way across your chest, occasionally sucking or biting, which had your breath hitching in the back of your throat. "You're taking your time tonight." You observed.

"Mm." He hummed against you and then brought his head up so that his icy blue eyes were staring straight into yours, "Do I still seem like I'm complaining?"

"Oh, shut up, Snow." You giggled and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him back down to kiss you again. Coriolanus seemed satisfied with his teasing of you, because his hands had started to travel south, until his lithe fingers had pushed your underwear to the side and he'd pressed one of them inside of you, earning a mewl of approval and making your back arch away from the door.

Coriolanus chuckled against your lips. "Every time."

"Again," You tried to sound convicted but whined when the tip of his finger brushed against a sensitive spot, "Shut up, Snow."

Your hands reached for his belt and he didn't stop you as you made quick work of unbuckling it and pulling it from his belt loops. As soon as it was on the floor, the button on his pants was undone and they were on the floor, too.

"Eager." Coryo remarked and you moaned as he added a second finger and increased his pace. Normally, by this point, he'd have you on your bed, or at least the sofa, but it seemed he wanted things to be different tonight.

As soon as a third finger found it's way inside of you, you were a moaning, whining mess, and your teeth sunk into Coriolanus' shoulder as you tried to stifle your whimpers. Your knees had started to buckle and you knew your legs would give way any moment now. "Coryo...Coriolanus, I can't...I can't stand up." You were so breathless that even trying to get a sentence out was next to impossible.

Coryo's free hand held you steady by the waist, fingers gripping your back and thumb pressed firmly into your stomach. "You can take it, honey. Know you can."

His words had you melting and you felt yourself nearing the edge as he curled his fingers inside of you. "Coryo, I'm gonna...God, you have to stop-"

"I'm not stopping. Want you to finish on my fingers before I fuck you." He'd never spoken so lewdly to you, ever, and it had you wondering what had gotten into him, at the same time as it had you clenching around him.

"Coryo!" You called out as you felt yourself getting there. "Fuck, Coryo-"

"I know, baby. I know, come on." He looked you right in the eye as he said, "Cum for me."

That was all you needed, you came undone right there, pressed against your apartment door, moaning so loudly you were certain that Tigris and the Grandma'am would hear you, ten floors up. You, once again, sunk your teeth into his shoulder to try to quiet yourself, but it was hardly of any use.

Your legs had given out halfway through your orgasm, and Coriolanus' hand had dug into your waist harder to keep you held up. When you'd finished, he grinned at you, breathless, and scooped you up with minimal effort, only to dump you onto the sofa. His underwear was gone in seconds, and you were still wearing your set, but he was hovering over you, seemingly ready to sink into you and make you feel even better than before.

His lips found your neck again, and he was saying right in your ear, "You did so well, sweetheart. So well."

He was one for praising, and you were one for receiving, so it only made your pupils dilate even further. "Are you ready?"

His eyes were locked onto yours, fingers wrapped around your chin, always so caring, whether he'd just finger-fucked you against a door or not, always making sure you really wanted it. You nodded, "Yes. Ready."

"Okay." He kissed you again, "Let me know if you need to stop, yeah?"

"I will. You know I always do." He'd pushed your underwear aside again, and slipped into you with a slight effort in no time, which really reinforced his, 'sleeping together more often than not', statement, as it had taken at least a few minutes and some words of encouragement the first couple of times.

You gasped and dug your nails into his back, which had Coriolanus' face screwing up slightly. He'd always liked when you dug your nails into him, the pain feeling more pleasurable than anything. "You feel amazing. You always feel amazing." His hands found your breasts, squeezing them through the sheer lace.

"Do you want me to take my underwear off?" You asked through breathy moans. Coryo shook his head quickly and kissed over your bra.

"No." He said, almost authoratively, and thrusted into you harder, faster, as his hand wandered over your body and his eyes raked over you. "Want it on."

You nodded and obeyed, unable to do anything but almost scream his name, with how fast, and rough he was pounding into you. "Coryo, I'm getting close again-"

"You can hold it." He threw his head back in pleasure and a guttural moan left his throat. "I'm nearly there too. Can't hold it, seeing you like this." He gestured to your underwear.

"You like it?" You asked seductively, earning another moan and a nod from Coriolanus. "Got it for you, wore it tonight for you. Knew you'd like it."

"Fuck, who's all this for?" You knew he was close now, could feel him twitching inside of you. You were close too, but you liked the hold you had over him.

"Sorry, I'm not sure what you mean." You teased, still breathless but with a smirk on your face. Coryo shook his head at you, convincingly disapproving, and then his hand was on your throat. Lightly enough that it didn't hurt, but just hard enough that your breathing was slightly laboured and he had more power over you than you had over yourself.

"Who is this for?" Coriolanus asked again, voice harder this time. You weren't sure where this was all coming from, but you certainly enjoyed it. You were cocky at the best of times, and you liked having someone keep you in check.

"You, Coriolanus." He groaned and thrusted into you so hard you were seeing stars. "Fuck, Coryo, it's all for you. I'm always all for you."

"Good girl. That's a good girl, all mine." He gave your throat a light squeeze and then released you, leaving you gasping for air. "Shit. Gonna cum." He dropped his head again, still unrelenting in his pace or roughness. "Are you there?"

"I'm there too." Your moans were strangled, so loud you could hardly even quiet yourself by clamping a hand over your mouth. "God, Coryo!"

You came for the second time, Coryo following right behind you, and you felt his load come out in ropes inside of you, only making your high even higher. Coryo collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and bodies shaking together. "That was amazing, Coryo." You cooed, hand stroking his white-blonde curls back from his forehead.

"Might've been the best we've had." Coriolanus was so out of breath he could barely form a full sentence. You hummed in response, nodding your head and then letting it fall back against the arm of the sofa.

"So you liked this?" You teased, plucking your bra strap from your skin and then letting it ping back on you. Coryo's face turned a light pink colour and he laughed.

"So what if I did?" He lifted his head, chin resting against your belly, "I liked it, a lot. Think you're beautiful. You know that."

You nodded. "I do."

Coryo shook his head, really laughing now, "There's the arrogance."

"Arrogance? You live in the Capitol, Coryo, there's many more arrogant than me." You hadn't stopped stroking his head, and Coriolanus thought he could've fallen asleep, your voice always calmed him, someone safe, and the added touch and his physical exertion made sleeping sound even more appealing.

"I'm kidding. You are beautiful, you should know that." His voice was soft, quiet, and you were glad that his eyes were closed, because your cheeks felt warm and you were certain you were blushing. "Do you think we should start acting like we know eachother?"

"I'd like that." You admitted. "Should we introduce ourselves? Maybe tell eachother two truths and a lie?"

"You know what I mean." Coryo finally stood from where he'd been laid, between your thighs, and gave you a kiss on the forehead as he bent down to retrieve his discarded clothing. You sat up aswell, fixed out your underwear, and reached for your dress. "I'd like people to know that I know you."

"In this kind of way?" You gestured to both of your nakedness as Coryo pulled his underwear back on. Your cheeky grin was back, the one he loved so much. Your constant teasing made it hard to know whether or not the pair of you were actually in love or just best friends sleeping together, but Coryo didn't mind too much, as long as he had you, he was happy.

"Maybe this can wait until we've passed first base in public. Cant skip straight to fourth, you know?" You'd put your dress back on by now, and Coryo had just finished zipping his trousers and was fussing over his hair. You crossed the room to him, and his hands settled on your waist and he pressed a small, fleeting kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Oh, that would be dastardly." You checked the time on your mothers watch, which you still had encircled around your wrist.

"Pluribus' doesn't close for another two hours, should we go back?"

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tomblythismyhusband · 11 months ago

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dress [ young!snow x fem!reader ]

[summary]: young!student!snow x fem!reader | You’ve had a crush on Coriolanus for years and tonight, wearing a dress you picked out just for him, you finally get what you want.

[warnings]: 18+, smut, pnv, language, other smut warnings yk yk, fingering, unprotected

[wc:] 2.4k

[note:] wrote this story in first person…. can’t decide if i like it or not +inspired by the song - [dress - taylor swift]

My eyes swept across the busy ballroom floor of the academy. It was filled to the brim with people laughing, drinking, dancing, all of it. I pulled down my red silk dress nervously that was a little too short for my liking.

I always had been very adamant about wearing what I wanted, but not today. I was here to impress someone, specifically Coriolanus Snow.

We have been close friends since we were practically babies. Our families grew up together. I know all his secrets, and he knows all of mine. I was one of the only people that knew about his family’s financial state, his worries, and his heartaches. I never ever thought twice about judging him for it either. The world was a tough place. Especially after the war.

My eyes still searched for him. A tiny doubt in the back of my mind wondered if he even would show up. I had never thought to ask, I just assumed.

I sighed and grabbed a drink of posca and strode over to Clemensia and Arachne, who were also close friends to me. When I came over to join their group, they were talking about a guy, as usual. When they noticed me Arachne flashed a grin.

“Speaking of obsessed….” She said in a teasing tone.

I had no idea what they were talking about before so my eyebrows knit in confusion.

I cocked my head to the side. “What are you two talking about?” I asked, taking a sip of the sweet liquor in my hands.

Clemensia giggled. “We were just talking about Festus Creed and how obsessed he’s been with me lately.” She smirked. “Reminds me of someone…”

Arachne let out a laugh as I felt my cheeks heat. I had told them about my little crush on Coriolanus but I haven’t gotten used to their taunts yet.

“Stop it…” I murmured.

“I say you make a move tonight.” Arachne suggested raising her eyebrows.

I sighed. Something had been off between Coriolanus and I recently. I wasn’t entirely sure, I’m thinking It’s just stress. He’s been so focused on winning the Plinth Prize this year that he’s been working himself to death.

“I don’t think he sees me that way. We’ve been friends for so long.”

Clemensia let out a laugh. “With the way you’re dressed tonight? He’ll definitely see you that way.”

I blushed again, running my hands down the fabric. I hated being desperate but this dress was all I was depending on. The color, the length, the way it hugged my body, were all decisions I made with Coriolanus in mind.

Arachne’s smile widened. “I see him. He’s here.” Her excitement was obvious. Either she was actually excited for me to shoot my shot or she was excited to watch me fail horribly. I could never tell with her.

I turned my body slightly, stealing a glance at Coriolanus. He was gorgeous. His blonde curls were neat and his dress shirt and pants pressed to perfection. I knew I couldn’t stare for too long but I couldn’t help myself. He looked bored, standing away from the crowds.

I turned away from the sight and looked at Clemmie and Arachne. “I’m going over.” I said confidently. “It’s fine we’re friends.” They both egged me on as I placed my now empty posca I had downed onto a platter of dirty cups and started to make my way over to him. My heart was thumping in my chest, my palms sticky with sweat. I was never this nervous with him in class, or when we would study together but this romantic dance setting changed everything.

He was looking around when suddenly his blue eyes met mine. His body language instantly changed as I smiled at him. He looked…. nervous? Uncomfortable? He was so hard to read sometimes.

“Hey you made it!” I said sweetly, masking the nervousness I was feeling.

His mouth quirked up into a smile. “You know I wouldn’t miss it.” He said lowly. His eyes flicked down at my dress then back up to my eyes. “Nice dress Y/n” He said quietly. I blushed looking down at it. “Thanks… I picked it out specially for today.” When I looked back up at him he looked overwhelmed. I felt extremely awkward and bit my lip. “Wanna dance?” I said sticking out my hand. He hesitated for a moment before taking it. I prayed that he wouldn’t feel how nervous I was. I led him to the dance floor.

We positioned ourselves across from each other as I put one of my hands on his shoulders as he held the other. I felt his hand snake around my waist. I’ve waltzed countless times before but doing it with Coriolanus made me trip over my own feet.

Coriolanus chuckled, looking down at me. “Clumsy today?” He teased. I felt his hand squeeze mine as I returned a giggle.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I sighed, smiling at him.

We continued to dance till my feet were numb. I felt much more comfortable now, my nervousness melting away as he spun me around effortlessly.

After a while I felt him lean in close to my ear. “Want to go take a breather?”

I couldn’t be more happy with a question as I nodded, following him off the dance floor. I stole a glance at Clemensia, raising my eyebrows at her, as she grinned back at me. He led me out of the noisy ballroom to the empty hallway that lay just outside.

I leaned up against the wall, letting out a breath. “Never knew dancing could take so much out of a person.” I laughed.

Coriolanus smirked, looking amused. “You're a good dancer. You lasted a lot longer than I expected you to.”

My cheeks heated at the statement. I don’t think he meant for it to be suggestive but It definitely made my mind go to the gutter.

He paused, lips parted, then laughed at himself. “That sounded wrong didn't it?”

I bit back a giggle looking at him. “Definitely did.”

He sighed looking at me, almost longingly. “It’s getting late. I didn’t really want to stay here too long, I going to head home.”

A pang of panic flashed through my body. He can’t leave yet! I’ve barely gotten to spend time with him like I wanted.

“Awh come on.. don’t let the fun end yet.” I pouted, giving him a small smile.

His voice lowered as he moved closer to me. “Or…..You could come with me… Tigris isn’t home.”

I felt my breath hitch at the suggestion. I couldn’t decipher where he was going with this.

“Why would I care if Tigris is home? I love her….” I wanted to know his real intentions.

His intense gaze met my eyes. “Y/n.. I was hoping we could…..”

Without thinking I leaned up, kissing him. His lips felt exactly like I had daydreamed about. Soft and warm. He let out a grunt as I kissed him, before I pulled back. I stared up at him and silently prayed that I read into the situation correctly. He stared at me for a moment, studying my face. “I want you Y/n.” He said in a low voice, dripping with desire.

I let out a small gasp. “Are you s-“

“I’m sure.” He said cutting me off. He pulled my waist against him. “What do you say darling?”

Next thing I was stumbling into Coriolanus’ bedroom. His Grandma’am was dead asleep and Tigris was gone for the night. My heart fluttered as he closed and locked his bedroom door behind him before pushing me up against the stiff wood. I had been in Coriolanus’ room many times but never was I this excited.

His lips mashed into mine, desperately. I felt his big hands slowly travel up my thighs.

“You look so stunning in this dress..” He mumbled against my lips.

“I wore it just for you.” I whispered. He was flattered and pulled back.

I bit my lip and stared up at him.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off…”

He moaned at my words, meeting my lips for another hungry kiss.

“I’ll make sure that happens darling.” He promised as his hands slid up to grip my waist tighter. My panties were absolutely soaked, as his tongue slipped into my mouth causing me to let out a tiny moan. He was starting to get rough, dominant.

Luckily neither of us were virgins so our hands knew exactly where to go. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips more into mine. He growled as he pushed up against me.

“Take it off…..” I whispered, slightly shifting my body in my dress. I let one of the straps of my dress fall slack off my shoulder. I watched as Coriolanus grinned and wrapped his arms around me to fumble with the zipper. I felt him slowly zip me down, my body feeling more exposed with every moment. His fingers were gentle as they ran over my skin.

With the dress fully unzipped he slid it down, the red fabric pooling at my feet like blood. He was silent for a moment as he gazed at my body. I had put on a lacy black bra and panty set that I was glad he got to see. He dragged one of his hands up to my breasts, lightly massaging them as his lips found my neck.

“I liked the dress, but I like you like this a lot more.” He mumbled into my neck as his hands squeezed my tits. I let out a moan as he nipped my skin. His hands were rough, his mouth gentle. I was in heaven.

My hands fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, unbuttoning them one by one. He contributed by pulling to off and throwing it to the ground. He was lean, the sharp angles of his body making my heart pound even harder. He was beautiful. I wanted him to destroy me.

I threw my hands around his neck and slammed his face against mine. He moaned into my mouth as my hands dug into his blonde hair.

“Let me pick you up.” He directed in a raspy voice between kisses. I did as directed and shifted my body so he could pick me up. His kisses still on my body, he picked me up, supporting me by my ass as my legs wrapped around his waist. I loved the feeling of his bare skin against my thighs.

He carried me to the bed and laid me down softly. I heard him unzip his pants and watched as they fell to the floor. I unclipped my bra, throwing it in the floor, earning a smirk from him.

His boxers went next, he slid them down, his big erection springing out. My breath hitched at the sight as I laid there, my panties still absolutely soaked. He climbed on top of me, smirking as he kissed my collar bone.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you first.” He said in a low tone. I felt his cold hand slide then dip beneath the waistband of my panties.

His fingers felt around my folds. I couldn’t breathe. His touch soon found my clit and I jerked as he started to rub firm circles on the spot. He kept kissing my chest as his fingers moved faster and faster.

I could see stars as I closed my eyes, my breathing picking up pace. “Corio..” I moaned as I arched into his touch. My hands gripped the sheets on either side of me. No matter how loud my moans got he didn’t let up the pressure. A familiar knot signaling I was getting closer to an orgasm formed in the pit of my stomach.

Coriolanus kept squeezing and circling my clit as he left kisses on my jaw. Finally my eyes squeezed shut and white light flashed in my vision. My legs were shaking violently as he removed his fingers from my cunt.

I opened my eyes to see him suck his fingers, letting out a hum as he stared at me, proud of himself.

“Ready for more love?” He teased in a low voice as he hooked his finger on my panties pulling them off.

“I want you.” I replied, still dazed from the orgasm he had just given me.

He spread my legs, his iron grip keeping me still as I whimpered with need. Coriolanus rubbed the tip of his cock on my entrance before sinking into me.

He let out a low throaty moan as he started to move in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck you feel good.” He croaked, picking up speed. My jaw went slack as he moved. His thrusts becoming more and more aggressive.

I felt my eyes roll back with every swift motion. I felt the knot building in the pit of my stomach again signaling that I was climbing up to another orgasm.

Coriolanus’ right grip on me never faltered as he hit my g-spot perfectly with each stroke. “Corio.. I’m almost there.” I moaned, my hands clawing at his back.

“Just a little more darling.” He said in a rough voice. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open letting out breaths of pleasure.

He shifted his body so he was closer to my face as his hips snapped against mine.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He murmured, gripping my hips as I let out a muffled cry. I couldn’t think. He filled all of my senses as I orgasmed around his cock.

He gave me a deep kiss as I squeezed around him. I was a shaken mess. Finally I felt him pull out and release on my tummy. His body fell next to mine as he kissed my neck.

“That was amazing Y/n.” He sighed, running his fingers gently over me.

I gave him a sleepy smile. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” I whispered, meeting his eyes. We were both still breathless and in a state of bliss.

He ran his hand through my hair and gave me a soft smile. “I’ve wanted you too, for a while now. That dress of yours just put me over the edge.”

I blushed at this statement as he pulled my close, encasing me in his arms

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runningfrom2am · 11 months ago

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leveling the playing field XV

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 5.7k (omg)

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do.). implications and mentions of abuse and some non-graphic violence, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation (heavy on that one in this part guys). also, r is unhinged as shit in this one!! enjoy!!

a/n: and it all comes down to this… damn. only one more part 🥲. this one was long but so so fun to write and i really hope you enjoy it!! final part and the epilogue are coming soon! oh! and the playlist is here!!

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When you finally make it to the compound, you're grateful that it's almost deserted by the peacekeepers. There were a few around here and there, but from the hole in the fence you were about to enter through, you had a clear shot to where Sejanus was supposedly being held.

Deep breath. I've got to make this quick.

You exhale and start running, light on your feet with a crowbar in hand, either to break the bars or swing at anyone who tries to stop you from freeing him. Crouched down next to the wall now, you peek in the barred window to one of their many interrogation rooms. Nothing. He has to be in one of these, so you slide over against the wall to look in the next window. At least you didn't have to go far.

"Sejanus." You whisper through the open window, seeing that he's alone inside. And he doesn't look good. His face is swollen, cut, and bruised. Clearly, he's been tortured, but hopefully he hadn't given up Coryo.

He looks up, dazed as if he wasn't sure he was really hearing you. "Sejanus." You repeat. "Get up, we have to go. Right now."

Before he responds, you're already attempting to pry the bars apart.

"Y/N?" He says quietly, stumbling to get up as he makes his way over to the window.

"Yeah, it's me." You nod quickly. "Now how were you going to open these bars for that girl? We don't have much time."

"Uh, okay, uh... Give it to me." He says, gesturing for you to hand him the tool, which you quickly slide through the bars. As soon as he takes it you're digging in your bag, pulling out a hammer to see if you can help pull them out with the backend.

He's much stronger than you, so it doesn't take long for him to yank out three of them- just enough for him to fit through. He moves a chair over to help himself climb out, and you pull him the rest of the way, both of you falling back into the dirt.

You're grabbing him as soon as you get your footing, and you're both sprinting for the hole in the fence where you entered, hidden behind the generator shed. You run until you get to the treeline, stopping to catch your breath once you're out of sight. You don't believe anyone saw you. You're home free.

Panting, hands pressed on your knees, you look over at Sejanus who collapsed into the grass, chest heaving from the exertion. His injuries likely didn't help. "We gotta keep going." You breathe, throat stinging.

"Yeah, I know..." He agrees, clearly just as out of breath. He was in better shape than you, but you assume his injuries are no help. "Why did you do it?" He adds, sitting up and pressing a hand to his chest as if that will help slow his heartbeat.

"What?"

"Come save me." He takes a quick, shaky breath. "You could have been caught, they would kill you too."

"I won't bury another friend." You answer, standing up straight again with a shake of your head. It was a stretch to call Arachne, Felix, or the Twins your friends, but they were just about the closest thing you had to it besides him and Coryo. "You didn't do anything worth killing you over."

Sejanus squints at the sun as he breaks a small smile, looking up at you. "Thank you."

"Anytime." You nod, readjusting the bag over your shoulder. "Now, we gotta get out of here. I don't know where we're gonna hide until morning, but...”

"We?" He asks, brow furrowed as he gets up, dusting off his blue peacekeeper jumpsuit.

"Yes." You confirm. "The four of us are gonna go, without anyone else who was there last night."

"Four..." He hums to himself. "Me, you..."

"Lucy Gray and Coriolanus." You nod, finishing the thought for him.

"I... why?"

You sigh, looking past the trees back to the base. "They're looking for the guns that killed Mayfair and Billy Taupe. The mayor is deadset that it was Lucy Gray, but if they find the guns it'll be both her and Coryo who are killed for it. And I... just aided a rebel escape." You explain, smiling a little as you point to yourself. "And released all those birds. My fingerprints are probably all over those cages, that's probably treason."

"You..?" Sejanus asks, shock crossing his features. "You set them free?"

"Yeah." You nod matter-of-factly. "God, it feels so good to tell someone too. I wouldn't have gotten any credit otherwise."

"Why?" He asks, tilting his head at you.

You shrug. "Wanted to piss off Coryo. It worked, didn't it?"

"Kinda..." He gives you a weird look you can't quite decipher.

"Anyway, let's get going. We have to get Lucy Gray."

"Why are we waiting until morning?" He asks, and you can't help but feel it's somewhat of a stupid question. He's also literally a peacekeeper.

"Coryo can't leave until dawn." You explain. "Probably has to spend the rest of the day hunting you down, now..." You say, mulling over the words as they leave your mouth. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to stick around, but you weren't leaving without Coryo. "Actually, why don't you go ahead?"

"I... Well..." He looks back over his shoulder at the camp as it disappears between the trees, both of you walking deeper into the woods to take the long way back to Lucy Gray's meadow.

"When we get to the meadow there's a pretty clear path out to this lake and cabin in the woods. About three hours walk on that knee, you could be there by supper time, spend the night there and we'll meet you there in the morning." You tell him. "No one knows about it spare for the Covey. You'll be safe there tonight."

"Okay. Yeah, that's a better idea." He agrees, following along after you through the woods.

The night couldn't have gone by slower. Curled up under the trees on the far side of the meadow, you and Lucy Gray hardly said a word to one another but you knew neither one of you was sleeping. That was, until just before you had to leave to meet Coryo. You felt a little guilty for waking her up when she had only just fallen asleep, soft snores falling from her lips until you shook her awake.

Groggily, the two of you made your way to the hanging tree, a clearing in the woods near the peacekeepers compound. It was a haunting area, to be certain. You didn't dare say a word, in case the Jabberjays were to make an echo of it.

You sat down behind the tree just before the sun was set to rise, letting Lucy Gray lean her head on your shoulder to try and get a bit more sleep before Coriolanus showed up. But again, that wouldn't be long.

It was a solid half hour, and the sky was in the middle of its slow shift from orange to blue when you heard footsteps approaching. You both stood quickly, backs pressed to the tree. You peak around it, relieved to see it was him.

"Coryo." You whisper, smiling softly and pulling him into a hug.

"Hey, Y/N/N..." He hums, rubbing your back gently. You can still see the sleep in his eyes; at least one of you got some rest.

"Alright." You sigh, turning to face Lucy Gray before gesturing in the direction of the woods. "Lead the way."

She nods, small smile forming on her face as she looks up at your boyfriend. You had to assume that's what he was to you now- friends don't do what you do.

The two of you follow after her for miles, as quickly but as quietly as possible. It's hard to think about the fact that you're leaving your whole life behind, so you just don't. You zone out as your feet crunch through the now familiar underbrush of the woods, thinking of what the future will hold. Not what it will lack.

It'll lack structure, no doubt, but you'll have all the freedom the world has to offer. You don't know where you'll go, but you can't help but daydream about building a cabin out of the woods, maybe by another lake, where you and Coryo could live together forever. Maybe you'd learn how to make new clothes with materials you find, if you could find any, or maybe you would start your garden again and grow all kinds of beautiful natural flowers alongside almost all of your food. Maybe Coriolanus would become a proficient hunter, and all you would have to do is lay in the sun and look pretty, occasionally gathering things from your garden to go with his catch for dinner. Maybe you'd grow raspberries and wild roses.

Maybe you'd have a child. A little boy he could teach how to speak as eloquently as he does, or hunt as successfully as he will. Maybe it'll be a little girl, who he can dote over while you tend to your garden, and teach her songs you learned from the Covey. She'll be a beautiful singer, a beautiful girl with Coryo's blonde hair and blue eyes to die for. Regardless, you can tell your kids about your lives. About home, about where you grew up and what life used to be. About the uncle they have back home but will never meet, and about your friends who you lost. About Arachne, and Felix, and the twins, about the games and about Sejanus who needed saving more often than not and about how you were both full of pride when your tribute won, Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray.

You're snapped out of your daydreams within a moment. You don't know how long you had been lost in your own mind, imagining a life that doesn't exist, but by now, Coryo was walking a few feet ahead of you with her.

The endearing smile on her face that you can see only when she turns her head to look at him is making you uneasy. She would be there, you won't have to tell your kids about her because she will be there. That's not necessarily a bad thing, Lucy Gray is lovely, and by now you consider her a friend. But maybe she's too lovely. Maybe Coriolanus considers her a friend too, it's clear he does. He has much of a right to as you do, you both saved her life, but mostly him. He pulled the strings, you just helped however you were asked to and more. He decided that her life was worth risking both his and yours to save.

Maybe she meant more to him than you thought. Maybe she is what brought him to Twelve. Maybe, he got to choose and he chose her moments after "choosing" to throw your life away in front of you. He chose her.

"Are you thinking about Sejanus?" She asks, and it's the first bit of their conversation you catch.

"He's fine. Not too injured, he should be waiting at the cabin. I said we'd meet him there." You interject, reminding them of something they already knew.

"I just wish it hadn't come to that." Coryo replies, looking back at you for a fraction of a second before turning back to Lucy Gray. "Sorry, you had to leave this place." He adds after a few moments of silence.

"I'll miss the Covey." She hums, "I hope they'll follow me someday, though." You look at the orange scarf draped over her shoulders, a pit of unease settling uncomfortably just behind your ribs.

"You know what I won't miss? People." Coryo says, and you hum in agreement.

"People aren't so bad. Not really." Lucy Gray shrugs. "It's what the world does to them, like all of us in the arena. I think there's a natural goodness born into us all."

Both of you scoff in practical unison. If you had to guess, it was quite the opposite.

"No, really. You can either... cross that line, into evil... or not. And it's our life's work to stay on the right side of that line."

"It's not always that simple." Coryo replies, looking back at you with something indecipherable behind his stare. Pity? An acknowledgment of your nature being something unworldly in her description? You bite your tongue.

"I know. I'm a victor." Lucy Gray says with a click of her tongue, distaste dripping from her tone. "It sure will be nice to not have to kill anyone else out north though, huh?"

"Two and a half is enough for me." Coryo chuckles, stopping as she continues ahead. You stop with him. "I'm gonna make a walking stick. You want one?" He offers to you, picking up a tree branch from the underbrush.

"I'm fine, thanks." You smile, watching as he tries to brush it off and wincing when he sticks himself on the wood.

"Three? Who's the third?" Lucy Gray asks, turning slowly up ahead.

"You okay?" You ask, ignoring her as he sucks his thumb into his mouth to stop the bleeding you already saw begin.

"What?"

"-Person you killed, Coriolanus. You said you killed three people I only know about two. Do not lie to me." Her voice is harsh. Accusatory. And you don't like it one bit.

"He said two and a half." You chuckle hesitantly, eyeing the girl up and down at her drastic change in attitude. You didn't know who he was talking about either, but you were the one with a hot temper and you wouldn't even react like that.

"Can you help me get this out?" He asks, taking a few steps over to her in effort to distract her from the question.

"Here." You stop him with a gentle hand on his arm. "Let me look..." He stops, looking between the two of you as you take his hand, looking down at the splinter in his thumb.

"There was Bobbin, in the arena, and Mayfair, and who's the third?" Lucy Gray continues, only escalating in her upset over nothing.

Coryo locks eyes with you for a moment, and you raise your eyebrows slightly to try and portray your antipathy with her reaction.

"My old self." He speaks, looking back over at her as you gently try and push the splinter out from under his skin. "I killed him, so I could come with you girls."

"And Sejanus." You giggle, trying to lighten the mood and also distract him from you using your nail to pull the splinter out. It looked painful. "Also, I would say your old self is half of you. Well put."

Lucy Gray clearly wasn't buying it. You could see it in her face as he hissed at you finally getting it out. "There you go." You hum, squeezing his hand gently as it was still cradled in between yours.

"Thank you, Darling." He smiles, pulling back his hand and patting your arm, gesturing to the faded path ahead. "C'mon."

You try your hardest not to glare as you catch up with Lucy Gray, Coryo's arm now rested comfortably over your shoulder.

The rain picked up into a downpour, further softening the ground you were walking on.

"Why don't we stop here at the cabin? Wait out the storm." Coryo suggests as the cabin comes into view up ahead.

"Ugh, please." You agree, already attempting to flatten your soaked hair that is frizzing up from the rain and the humidity.

"We should really keep goin'." Lucy Gray cuts in, making you roll your eyes.

"We're gonna need food on the way." Coryo insists. "Let's catch some fish while we're here." Even if you got to sit in the cabin for a few minutes, it would be well worth it to try and dry off just a bit.

"Sejanus!" You call out as you climb up the steps. "It's us! You okay?" You push open the door, finally feeling like you're able to breathe out of the rain until you realize he's not there. "Sejanus?" You ask, looking around the only corner in the small cabin.

"Not here?" Coryo asks and you shake your head, brow furrowed.

"No..." You hum, peeking out the window. "He must be nearby though. We'll have to wait for him to get back."

"If you wanted fish, there's rods under the floorboards." Lucy Gray says, completely ignoring you and closing the door as she's the last to enter.

Coryo nods, stomping around on the floor to check for which ones were loose. "These ones?"

"Uh-huh." Lucy Gray nods at him, watching as he kneels down to lift the old wooden planks.

"You gonna stay in here, Y/N/N? Dry up a bit?" He asks you and you nod, giving him a small smile. In the corner of your eye you can see Lucy Gray looking at you. She doesn't necessarily look mad, but something is just so... off.

You can't help but wonder if all her negative energy she's putting out is because of you. Not literally, because you remember her being so sweet when you were alone. Is she mad because of you and Coryo? That has to be it. What happened to the girl who helped you write a love song to him and encourage you to sing it?

She helped write it. She was dead set on writing it, actually. You provided the tune and she did most of the rest. You were never much of a poet. She wrote that song to him- you were just the voice she used to tell him. You were a puppet to her, and suddenly your wrists ache from the mere idea that she manipulated you in that way.

The floorboards creak underneath you as you sit down, leaning against the wall. If Lucy Gray was going to be handing out dirty looks, you could too. You lock eyes with her, trying to maintain some semblance of a smile, but you just stare at each other.

Within seconds it's evident that any bit of trust you had for one another is gone. That just won't do if you were running away together. She had to go.

She's the first to cower away from the staring contest, of course, when Coryo stands up again.

"What is it?" She asks him, and as you look, you see he's holding the gun.

You gasp, shooting up from where you had just settled on the ground. "Is that?"

"It's the gun." He answers before you finish your question, an expression of shock and relief embedded in his features.

"The one you fired at Mayfair." Lucy Gray gathers, seeming as she wasn't there. "Spruce must've known about this place." She shrugs, avoiding your gaze completely. "Well, you destroy that gun you're free. You can go back home."

You and Coryo look at each other, unsure what to do or say. He could go back, he was home free. But leaving you with her? And poor Sejanus who was out in the rain somewhere either dead or limping on an almost useless knee? No chance.

"Will you?" She asks.

"No more loose ends..." He nods a little to himself, looking down at the gun in his hands. You poke your tongue into your cheek and look down at the floor. He's actually considering leaving you behind.

"Besides us." You look at Lucy Gray through narrowed eyes as she speaks. What was she trying to imply? You would never do that to him. You figured that was pretty obvious.

"Besides you?" Coryo asks, looking between the two of you. When his eyes land on you he’s more worried, with something more accusatory when they glue on to Lucy Grayverifying your perspective that yes, he knows you would never do that. "You wouldn't tell anyone." He says to her, but it comes out more as a question.

She hesitates before shaking her head with a smile that's so anger inducing you'd like to throw her in the lake and watch her drown. "Course not..." She tops it off with, and you tick your head to the right.

"I mean, it's not like anyone would really believe you." You state. "They're all convinced it was you who pulled the trigger."

"I'm just gonna go dig up some Katniss. There's a good patch down by the lake." She ignores you again. Am I missing something? Am I fucking invisible?

"Thought it was too early for that." Coryo reminds her, and the nervous smile on his face brings you hope that he also knows something is off.

"Well, the world changes awful fast." Even so much as her heavy district accent is driving you up the wall at this point. It's hardly even english.

"Lucy Gray. It's still raining." Coryo pleads with her and you eye the knife in her hand, taking a small step closer to his side.

"Well, I'm not made outta sugar." Lucy Gray says, smiling innocently before turning and walking out, closing the door behind her.

You both stand there in silence for a few moments, him staring at the gun, you staring at him.

"It was Sejanus." He says so quietly you can hardly make it out from under a yard away.

"Huh?"

"I sent a recording of his confession to Dr. Gaul. I was the reason they were going to..." He can't even say it.

"You?" You whisper back. "I... no. That's not your fault."

"It is."

You shake your head, reaching out to gently lower the gun so you can place your hand on his cheek. "It's not, but it doesn't matter anyways because he is out here, with us, and we're gonna be okay. He's gonna be fine, and you're gonna be fine. Yeah?" You assure him, smiling softly as you run your thumb over his cheekbone.

"Yeah..." He mumbles, relaxing under your touch.

"Will you go home?" You ask, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. You really, really didn't want him to leave you out here alone. You wouldn't survive and you knew that.

Coryo looks down at you, shaking his head softly. "No. Not without you. I told you that."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? No, no. Don't be sorry. We're doing the right thing." He promises.

"You think?"

"I know." He smiles. "Don't you trust me?"

"More than anything." You whisper. "But I have one... fear, I guess." You say, rubbing your forearm nervously and looking out the window.

"What is it?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing. I think I'm just being crazy." You chuckle, going over to the window to look out now.

"Y/N, what are you afraid of?" Coryo's tone is serious now, and you have to fight back a smile.

"Well, I was just thinking on the walk out here... Like, what will happen to us, what will we do, you know?" You start, letting the smile slip through at the memory of your daydreams. "I'm thinking we'll build a house out here, a little bigger than this one, but not a whole lot, and I'll have a garden and grow our food and some roses just for you, and we'll just have a happy little life."

The crease of worry in his forehead morphs into one of confusion as he smiles. "What? Then what are you afraid of? That sounds lovely."

"Well... And like I said, I'm sure I'm just being crazy, but Lucy Gray... I just feel like she doesn't want that for us." You say, looking up at him and scanning his face for a reaction.

"Why not?"

"I don't know! That's why it's making me feel crazy because it's so out of character for her but she's been really mean to me all day. Like, I don't know if you've noticed but she's been ignoring me or glaring at me and when she snapped earlier about what you said and I just... Yeah. It's not sitting right with me." You try and wave it off with a nervous smile, but Coryo's eyes are locked on the window, deep in thought.

"Do you think she was using us?" You ask him, when you can see that you're getting in his head. "I mean, from the beginning. She is a performer, after all. Maybe it was all a show, and she didn't want us to come here and she's been waiting for a chance to get rid of us ever since, but now she's stuck with us for the rest of all of our lives. I feel almost... unsafe."

Coryo looks over at you now, eyes cold.

"Okay, and actually, what the hell was that that just happened? She would totally go back and tell them it was you! That was the fakest reaction I have ever seen, and I was friends with Arachne and Clemensia for years!" You laugh bitterly. "Like, who's to say she wouldn't run straight back to town and tell them you shot Mayfair and exactly where to find me? I'm sure my father put out a reward!"

"You're not crazy." He mumbles, joining you at the window with the gun gripped tighter in his hands.

"You don't think so?" You ask, painting on the puppy dog eyes as you look up at him.

"No." Coryo shakes his head slightly, looking through the window to where you both know the katniss patch is, and Lucy Gray is nowhere to be seen.

"...She's been gone for a while." You add for good measure, and he just nods.

"Stay here. Don't come out. I'm gonna get rid of these." He says, picking up the bag of guns and walking out the door.

You huff at the seriousness of his tone and sit back down on the ground, leaning back against the wall. You really wish you had taken a towel from the house or something to attempt at drying your hair or warming your skin, but the only thing you had time to pack in your rush yesterday was those tools and your clothes from home. Most of the backpack was full of that coat Tigris gave you, folded up as small as you could possibly get it at the bottom. It was beautiful, and real, and you could tell it meant something to her so you wouldn't dare use it as a towel. Besides, it probably wouldn't be very effective anyway.

But, the Covey did always come out here to swim, so maybe there was one lying around here somewhere. Under another loose floorboard, or something.

While you're looking, you hear Coriolanus's voice fading as he calls out for Lucy Gray. Clearly, she wasn't at the katniss patch like she said she would be.

Maybe she did run back. She had a solid head start on you guys if she did, and as you scrap your task of looking for a towel to swing the door open, you freeze. Coryo told you to stay, to wait for him to come back. He's got it handled. But does he? Is he just going off to find her and they'll both run off without you?

Screw it. He'll forgive you for not listening later.

You open the door, looking out to see if you can catch a glimpse of his white shirt or blonde buzzcut anywhere, but you can't. "Lucy Gray? If something happened we can talk about it!" You hear his voice fading into the woods.

You take a hatchet from the side of the cabin, and follow the sound of his voice as best as you can, still not wanting to make your presence known.

Until you hear Coriolanus screaming. Pained screaming that makes your stomach turn in fear for his life.

"Coryo!" You break into a run toward the sound, trying to track him down with the axe clutched in your hand.

"Is that poisonous?" He shouts, and while you're absolutely panicking, you're happy to hear that he's not already dead. "Are you trying to kill me?" Much closer now, and you spot him kneeling on the ground a little ways away. "Lucy Gray!" His voice flipped from pained to angry like a switch, but you knew he was already on the brink. You designed it, after all. "I said, are you trying to kill me?!"

"Coryo, Coryo what happened?" You ask, running up and dropping to your knees in front of him as he starts to laugh, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Hey, look at me, what happened?"

He ignores your question, chest heaving as he clutches the scarf in his hands. It was a beautiful, orange silk that was now completely muddy and destroyed from being on the wet, muddy ground.

"Are you hurt?" You ask, dropping the hatchet and reaching for his face instead while he holds the crumpled-up fabric to his face.

"Snake." He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. It turns quickly into his shoulders quaking as he sobbed into the material.

"Hey, okay, okay. Let me see. Let me see it. Where are you bit?" You ask, trying to look him over.

When it's clear you won't get a better answer out of him, you stand up, picking the small tool up again, feeling the shift of the wood as it turns into a weapon in your grip.

"Lucy Gray?" You call out, trying to quell the shakiness of anger into something soothing. "You don't need to hide! Come talk to me. I'm not going to hurt you..."

You stop a few feet away from your friend, looking at the area around you and wishing you could see through the trees. "He didn't mean to scare you, Hun!" You adjust your grip on the wet handle of the weapon sitting heavy in your palm.

"Lucy Gray!" You yell, unable to hide the frustration in your tone as you walk further into the woods. "Did you do it on purpose?!"

A few more steps, and you hear twigs cracking a ways to your right. You quickly look, but see nothing. "Fine, Lucy Gray. If you want to play Hunger Games, we can play Hunger Games..." You settle the hatchet between both hands now, lifting it up to your shoulder as you walk toward the sound. "Don't forget, we survived it too."

"Y/N." You hear Coryo's voice behind you and you turn to look at him. He gives a quick whistle, nodding for you to come back to him as he stands with the gun back in his hands.

You look around quickly again before backing up to meet him halfway. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's breathing heavily. You can see it in the tense rise and fall of his shoulders.

He steps in front of you, nudging you behind him with his elbow as he lifts the gun. A twig snaps a little ways away, and by the time you look past him and catch a glimpse at Lucy Gray's dress between the trees he's already fired the gun.

She yelps, stumbling and falling behind some bushes. You grip the small axe tighter, brushing past him to go to her. To make sure the job is finished.

"Y/N. No." Coryo barks at you, voice stern. "Go back to the cabin, gather our stuff. I'll handle it."

You nod, glancing at him only briefly before following his direction and heading back toward the cabin.

You open the door, sighing with a small smile on your face. "Y/N? What happened? I heard a shot."

You're confronted with Sejanus standing inside now. You just stare at him in your shock. You had completely forgotten about him, Coryo must have as well.

When you don't reply, he speaks again. "I just was looking around to see what direction we should go from here, I came back as soon as I heard it."

Your eyes narrow as you look at him, eyes flitting back and forth while you decide what to say.

"Where's Coryo? And Lucy Gray?"

You glance back over your shoulder out the still open door.

"Y/N..." He mumbles, concern riddling his face. "Did he... did he do something to her?"

The silence that falls in the room is suddenly thick, and heavy, and it changes everything.

"Is she..."

You tighten your hold on the hatchet, shaking any reason out of your head. "No loose ends."

"Loose ends..?" Sejanus asks, taking a step back from you. "I won't- I won't tell anyone, there's no one for me to tell... but you have to understand he's dangerous right now."

"Lucy Gray," You take a step closer, lightly swinging the weapon. "Was plotting against us. You have to understand, he didn't have a choice. So I don't either."

"Y/N, you do." He holds his hands up defensively between the two of you. "You can be better. You don't want to do this, okay? You're just... panicking, and I get that, but let's just talk. Okay? We can sort it out." His voice is shaking now.

You bite into your cheek. "No. You're not one of us. You've made that very clear, Sejanus." You shake your head, raising the axe over your shoulder. "We, are going to have our own house, our own family, and I am going to have my own garden, and I am sick of people trying to stop me." You say through gritted teeth, taking steps closer with every statement.

"Y/N, I won't stop you. We're best friends, I know you don't want-" His panicked pleas are halted as his back hits the wall behind him, and you hear several more shots fire out in the woods. You look back for just a second before snapping your eyes back to your friend.

"Run." You tell him, tossing the hatchet onto the ground a few feet away in a moment of weakness.

"Y/N, I can't leave you out here with him like this. I just-"

"Sejanus, run." You tell him again, taking in the fear and panic on his face.

He nods, and you let him walk past you to the door. He stops, and you both turn to face each other at the same time. As you look at his beat up, sad face, you know you'll never see him again and your eyes start to well up with tears that you quickly blink away.

Before you know it, he's pulling you into a hug. "Thank you," He mumbles as you hesitate to hug him back. "For everything."

"I'm sorry." Is all you can muster up, whispering it as you rest your chin on his shoulder.

He pulls away, patting your shoulders gently. "Your garden will be beautiful." He smiles weakly, voice still shaking as he turns and walks out of your sight. Hopefully, for the last time.

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spideyhexx · 10 months ago

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What about combining it with DC reader? Where she tries to get him to become more comfortable in their relationship and not care what others think. So in the middle of class or st lunch he starts fingering her. Or maybe when he gets pissed off either at the Capitol, his classmates, or sometimes even Coryo( like how DC reader and him can't get along) or just stressed he goes for her cunt like it's a stress toy almost. And also he likes seeing DC happy

this is referring to this <3

mdni

yeah, while it's "perfect," the two students from the districts ended up together, it doesn't exempt either of you from the teasing and ridicule that goes on from the Capitol born and raised. And maybe Sejanus takes it to heart more than you do, but after a night of discussing it, you convince him that it's not fair on either of you to hide your love or affection for one another just cause someone like Arachne or Festus make fun of you.

So the next day, you're walking hand in hand, kissing his cheek when you need to part and he steals a small peck on your lips. When you see him in your shared class, you sit right next to him, grabbing his hand and resting it on your thigh. Sej wouldn't think much of it till you push his hand a little higher. Part of him would be nervous, but you give him a look and soon, he's two knuckles deep in you while you grip his wrist and try to keep your face neutral.

Sejanus learns he loves doing this. Loves getting to play with you while no one knows and he also learns that it's weirdly calming to feel you. Your warmth, your wetness, your hand on his wrist or arm as he pleasures you. There's a comfort in it and he's happy you get something out of it as well.

So he finds himself being more adventurous with it, more teasing with it, since sometimes he wouldn't even really move his fingers, just keep them pressed to you while you resist the urge to grind against his hand.

And yes! Omg when he's pissed, he won't tease. You'd have to squeeze his arm if he's moving his fingers too fast, too worried you'd be found out and he'd calm. Pissed-off Sej just includes him never letting up, even after you've come around his fingers.

Feeling the way you squeeze and let go around his fingers would bring a smile to his face even in his maddest state.

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spacemilkies · 1 year ago

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fractured confections, bittersweet absence (1/?)

pairing: Earth—42!Miles Morales x Spider!Reader wc: 3k+ rating: teen a/n: don't look at me. i'm just writing as it comes to me. we'll see there all these different fic ideas take me. for this in particular, i have everything up to the movie start outlined. i took a few liberties with the timeline. i just have to push myself to write it :(

synopsis: Miguel relies on you to discover a potential anomaly and somehow you become it

Or the one where world 42 never had a Spider-Man but then they do

In a world where alternative universes were nothing more than clichés confined to the pages of fantasy novels, your concerns as a teenager barely in your teens extended far beyond such fantastical notions. The recent addition of supernatural abilities, acquired through a fateful encounter with a dubious arachne during a field trip at a lab conglomerate, had consumed your thoughts. However, all of these preoccupations suddenly lost their significance as the very fabric of your existence crumbled before your eyes.

Echoes of terror-laden screams still reverberated in your mind, mingling with the chaotic symphony of pedestrian and automotive traffic desperately attempting to outrun an impending fate. In the midst of the pandemonium, you struggled to harness your newfound abilities, desperately weaving through the fragmented bodies of disrupted individuals, ephemeral apparitions on the brink of annihilation.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, one memory remained etched in your consciousness with unwavering clarity. It was the image of your best friend's father, seizing you mid-swing, his shattered gaze suddenly focused with newfound purpose. Together, you both tumbled headlong into a blinding burst of radiant light, a tumultuous journey to an uncertain destination.

As you gazed down at the device that had never left your wrist since that pivotal day nearly a year ago, your contemplations shifted from the intricacies of alternate realities to a more fundamental question—what would become of your existence without a tangible world to call your own?

Miguel, whom you swiftly discerned to be a distinct entity from the Mr. O'Hara who once chauffeured you and his daughter to softball practice every Thursday evening, had failed to provide a concrete understanding of the complexity surrounding your being. The only undeniable truth was that as long as the watch remained securely fastened to your wrist, you would be spared the agonizing disintegration that awaited Earth-702, the last vestige of a fading existence.

Earth-702.

The only life you had known reduced to a number.

This enigmatic state of being mirrored the ambiguity that plagued your emotions—a blend of forgiveness and gratitude, still unquantified and unresolved. How could you appreciate and resent the man who had saved you, yet inadvertently led to the destruction of everything you once knew?

For now, you exist as an anomaly entrusted with the task of investigating other anomalies, akin to yourself. A spider-being devoid of a world to safeguard was destined to remain just that—a solitary guardian without a realm to protect.

As you attempted to open the door, your progress came to a halt as LYLA materialized before you. In this constant state of existence, where alternate spider beings surrounded you, the presence of an artificial intelligence like LYLA was a welcome divergence from the norm. If you could practically call it that.

"You just missed Miguel," LYLA chimed, breaking the silence.

A tinge of disappointment washed over you. Miguel was supposed to provide you with an assignment today, and you had eagerly anticipated the opportunity.

“How convenient of him.”

The vague shrug from LYLA hinted at the lack of intention behind the promise from the beginning. With a restrained sigh, you pressed forward, traversing the brief hallway that led to Miguel's office—a space that also doubled as your own.

In the spider-verse association, you held the esteemed position of being its first official member. In simpler terms, you possessed the most comprehensive understanding of the intricate web of activities that kept the organization afloat. You were present when the second spider-being entered the headquarters, and you witnessed firsthand as the building teemed with more individuals from myriad Earths than you could have ever imagined.

With the proliferation of these spider-beings, it became increasingly challenging to distribute the workload. Each spider-being had their own set of responsibilities, both in their home realms and in dealing with one another. Amidst this sea of spider-beings, you were supposed to shine—a silent guardian with untapped potential.

Instead, you found yourself assigned to a desk, monitoring the overall progress of the operation. Miguel preferred to dress it up as a trusted role, acknowledging that not everyone possessed the capacity to grapple with the harsh realities at hand. It was amusing how he believed a teenager trapped within their formative years could shoulder the weight of these adult concerns.

Nonetheless, as an anomaly yourself, you held the title of subject expert in identifying and executing operations to resolve other unfortunate anomalies. Recently, you had grown restless and began to pester Miguel for more opportunities to explore other Earths. It wasn't to say that you hadn't ventured into different realms before. In the beginning, Miguel had no choice but to rely on your abilities in every capacity. However, a persistent fear loomed over both of you—the potential consequences if your device were to be disrupted for even a fleeting moment.

Indeed, that fear coursed through your veins, but you refused to allow it to dictate your life. That was precisely why you had all but demanded to be sent on the next assignment—an insistence that Miguel had skillfully evaded, leaving you feeling slightly defeated.

As you slumped into your seat, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. "What Earth is he even on?" you muttered, the weight of annoyance settling upon you. Almost as if in response to your presence, the displays surrounding your desk hummed to life, illuminating the space with a soft glow.

LYLA materialized by your side, her voice offering a prompt update. "Villain captured on Earth-343. They should be wrapping up soon."

The task at hand hardly posed a challenge beyond your capabilities. There were younger spider-beings grappling with far more daunting situations. You ceased dwelling on what your life would have been like as the Spider-Man of your Earth. You had been too young to even envision your future, let alone prepare for the colossal role thrust upon you in the wake of your transformation.

Amidst your operations, you had heard murmurs of other heroes around your age.

Gwen Stacy from Earth-65.

Pavitr Prabhakar from Earth-50101.

And Margo Kess from 22191.

Their presence evoked a feeling in your chest that you wouldn't readily label as jealousy, but rather a simmering ember that burned hotter than mere contentment.

Occasionally, you engaged in conversations with them, often through the watch devices that connected your disparate realities, providing updates and exchanging information. But there were rare instances when you met face to face. Miguel had often categorized you and Gwen as the "troublesome" stage in your teenage years, a time when you grappled with the complexities of your individual realities. And while he wasn't entirely mistaken, the weight of those challenges felt more pressing in your lives.

Gwen, unlike some of her counterparts, preferred the sanctuary of the headquarters over returning to her home Earth. She seemed perpetually ready for missions, always on the edge of her seat. Upon meeting her, she shared the details of her eventful exposure to the multiverse, beginning with the collision event on Earth-1610B. She had crossed paths with that other Spider-Man... what was his name?

Rising from your slouched position, your fingers danced across the keys, retrieving the name from the recesses of your memory. You settled back into your seat, watching as the screen filled with the image of Miles Morales.

He was certainly... something.

Admittedly clumsy at times, yet he possessed a reasonable level of control over his abilities. Enough, at least, to keep him off Miguel's list of reprimands. Out of curiosity, you toggled his biometrics, allowing the spider DNA coursing through his veins to reveal his Earth designation. But it was within the uniqueness of his profile that you discovered a divergence—his DNA did not match the status of his home Earth.

Earth-42.

You have come across reports mentioning it. According to Miguel, without a Spider-Man to inhabit it, there were no canonical events to monitor. From an operational standpoint, he was correct. However, as you pondered the situation now, you couldn't help but wonder what a world without a Spider-Man truly looked like.

With a few keystrokes, you accessed the live feed, ready to uncover the truth of that reality for yourself.

What you saw, ripped away the lingering shred of sense you had in that moment.

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

"This is a very bad idea," the voice persisted, echoing through your wrist. However, your dimension device possessed its own isolated network, impervious to interference or removal without Miguel's biometrics. It was a safety measure designed to keep out unwanted disruptions, but it inadvertently granted you a sense of freedom.

Clinging to the shadows, you effortlessly scaled the side of a building, preparing yourself for the leap to the next rooftop. The act of calculating the jump served as a convenient distraction from the persistent voice reverberating from your wrist.

"Like a very bad idea. Miguel is not going to be happy," LYLA warned, its concern palpable.

You let out a snort that held no trace of humor, grunting upon landing and quickly scrambling up the higher section of the architecture. "When is he ever happy?" you muttered. Miguel seemed to perpetually wear a mask of displeasure, never quite content.

Your response sparked yet another stream of concern from LYLA, but at this point, you had effectively tuned her out. The image feed from Earth-42, displayed on your device, paled in comparison to the chaotic reality that enveloped the city. From open flames licking at structures to blaring sirens piercing the air, there was not a single sign of peace to be found.

From your vantage point, you had always recognized the significance of a spider-hero. Yet, in the absence of one, you had simply assumed that matters would resolve themselves. After all, society was an ever-adapting complexity that spanned countless universes. Surely, there were individuals capable of managing the daily operations without the presence of a superbeing.

As you swung through the air, your mind wandered, delving into the intricacies of divergent paths taken by each reality. You contemplated the weight of the missing Spider-Man in Earth-42 and what it meant for the inhabitants of this dimension.

Lost in contemplation, you find yourself perched upon a lofty rooftop, gazing out at the sprawling city below. The bustling metropolis pulsates with life, its energy reverberating through the very fabric of existence. Yet, amidst the towering structures and bustling streets, your attention is drawn to a nearby building adorned with a larger-than-life mural.

The mural, a masterpiece in its own right, pays homage to a fallen police officer—an embodiment of courage, sacrifice, and unwavering dedication. It is a work of art that transcends the limitations of paint and brush, capturing the essence of the hero's spirit. Vibrant hues dance across the surface, blending seamlessly to form intricate details that breathe life into the mural. Each brushstroke tells a story, whispering of the hero's indomitable spirit and the impact he had on those he protected.

As your eyes wander over the mural, a bittersweet mix of emotions washes over you. You are intimately familiar with the displaced canon event depicted within the artwork, having witnessed its replay countless times. However, the absence of the defining factor—the presence of a Spider-Man—leaves a void, an inexplicable emptiness that permeates the scene. It raises profound questions about the nature of fate and the purpose of heroes. Who, or what, would subject people to a twisted reality without the counterbalance of justice and redemption?

But even in the absence of a Spider-Man, you know that humanity possesses an innate resilience. It is a resilience that gives rise to captains of justice, individuals willing to step forward and fill the void, even at the cost of their own lives. The mural becomes a symbol of that resilience, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human heart.

Lost in your thoughts, a faint sound interrupts the silence, drawing your attention downward. The scuffling of feet resonates against the pavement, and your senses come alive, attuned to the presence nearby. Your head swivels, and your gaze lands upon the source of the sound.

Beneath the grand mural, the atmosphere hangs heavy with a mix of sadness and reverence. The vibrant colors seem to cast a somber aura, amplifying the weight of the fallen hero's sacrifice. It is there, in the fading sunlight, that you spot a solitary figure—a teenager whose face bears a defiant expression, despite the trails of tears glistening in the soft, golden rays. There is an air of vulnerability about him, and his presence captivates your attention.

With nimble and cautious steps, you descend the side of the building, blending seamlessly into the shadows. Your spider-like agility allows you to approach unnoticed, maintaining a respectful distance. The teen remains oblivious to your presence, engrossed in his own world of emotions.

In the pool of fading sunlight, his tear-stained face reflects a myriad of conflicting emotions. It speaks of loss and grief, yet his expression hints at determination and resilience. You are drawn to his vulnerability, unable to resist the urge to understand his connection to the fallen hero immortalized on the mural. It is evident that the departed officer held a special place in the hearts of many, leaving behind an irreplaceable void in the lives of those he protected.

As you observe the teenager's reaction, a sudden crash and the shattering of glass reverberate through the air, snapping your focus away from the impending danger nearby. The symphony of chaos begins to unravel, growing louder with each passing second. Instinctively, your senses heighten, urging you to intervene and prevent the imminent turmoil. Yet, you understand the delicate balance of interfering in the affairs of other realities, knowing that it may have unforeseen consequences.

Choosing to prioritize the safety of the vulnerable individual, you turn your attention toward him, hoping to offer guidance and solace. It is a decision that carries its own weight, for the unknown intricacies of interdimensional travel have taught you that nothing is ever certain or predictable. With a calm yet concerned voice, you address him, your words laced with empathy and caution.

"Hey, it's dangerous for you to be out here," you gently express, aware of the unexpectedness of your presence. However, before you can fully comprehend the impact of your presence, the teen’s demeanor shifts into something decidedly defensive—an oddly quick but reasonable response, given his environment. In that moment, you realize the jarring sight you must present—a being that embodies the traits of both human and spider, suspended in an upside-down stance before him.

As the boy's awe and curiosity leak through his initial defiance, you notice the hard lines of determination softening under the weight of change. There is a sense of similarity there, lost teenage years consumed by destruction.

His bewildered voice breaks the silence. Despite the perplexment, its gruffness cannot mask his genuine curiosity. "What are you?"

A playful smirk dances across your face, defying the gravity of the situation. The opportunity slips from your lips before you can fully understand the weight of your words.

"I am your friendly neighborhood spider," you reply, the words dripping with both sincerity and light-heartedness. Those wide, capable eyes, tinted with distrust, rove over the intricate design of your costume, searching for answers in the fabric that binds you.

His response is swift, his youthful candor cutting through the tension. "That's a dumb superhero name," he remarks, not comprehending the magnitude of the reality he has stumbled upon. You merely shrug, understanding that you are not the Spider-Man he knows, nor are you bound by the conventions of his familiar world. Here, in this fractured reality on the brink of collapse, your mission transcends trivial matters such as superhero aliases.

"Well, stupid or not, I can't leave you hear," you declare with resolute determination. Before he can fully grasp the gravity of your words, you swiftly encase him in a web cocoon, launching him skyward along the building's side. He puts up a surprisingly capable fight, thin braids swinging to and fro within his captivity.

"Aye, loco! Lemme me go!" he protests, his voice carrying a hint of frustration.

Huh, Spanish. Miguel would be proud.

Together, you ascend to the pinnacle, where the world seems both smaller and more expansive all at once.

From this vantage point, a distant commotion clamors through the night, a discordant symphony of chaos that taints the air with unease. You can sense the imminent danger lurking down the dimly lit streets, threatening the fragile remnants of this crumbling reality.

The boy's now angered gaze fixated upon you, “I can take care of myself.”

You resist the strong urge to volley him, if only to jerk the too-adult pinch from his brow with the promise of fear and your strength. Instead, you guide him to to an adjacent block away from the disruption and drop him to his feet carefully, save for a brief stumble.

The pointed glare focused on you is not the impression you would have imagined from a rescued individual, but you were new to this so maybe not all went to script.

You were feeling a little less confident as you approached.

"I'm going to release you now."

The teen only jerked his chin in response.

Hooking a finger under the webbing, you use the trick Miguel taught you to loosen the bindings. The warning came a split second after he worked an arm free, giving you a brief opportunity to pull out of reach as he swung back.

He was definitely a product of his environment, whether for the good or better was not disclosed.

There was a notable fire in his gaze as he challenged you.

“Next time, keep your freaky abilities to yourself. I don’t need no hero.”

Suspending yourself from the light fixture above, you test your impact on the Earth a length more. You think about all the other Earth’s whose spider-beings who press forward despite the backlash, determined to save what they hold dear.

They might say those words, deflect the help offered to say they didn't need a hero because they were one.

But this teen didn’t give you that impression. His presence vaguely tipped the compass in a different direction.

“Maybe not, but you’re only one person.”

Scoffing, the teen ripped away the rest of the webbing. “No hero has a place here. Everyone agrees on that.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turns his heel at that as he descends down the street away from you.

Earth 42 was indeed a reality without a spider-being.

But what proliferated in its absence, was something you felt, would test the universe in its own way.

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wolfish-nightmares · 4 months ago

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Deus Pascit Corvos

Pairings: Hannigram x reader x Collectkin

Warnings: gore, violence, bad language, cannibalism, sex (non/dub-con), vomiting, torture/abuse, animal abuse, Asa has hair, 18+

Category: Angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 11.4k

Summary: Even God feeds the ravens.

The Four Faces of Death Masterlist

“...not an autopsy,” Will’s voice cut through the black. “Cutting them like this was unnecessary.”

A bright light was switched on somewhere, turning your world orange. You could feel the cold metal table beneath your fingertips and there was a tube going down your throat, it helped you breathe but made swallowing next to impossible. A thick string of saliva drooled from the sides of your lips. You couldn't move your body, just your eyes, but you could feel everything.

“He definitely didn't made it easier to get to their kidneys.”

A wave of nausea ran through you as you realized that there were hands inside you. You decided to keep your eyes closed but a short cry near your head caught your attention. The light above your head blinded you for a moment but when your eyes adjusted you could see the body of a woman laying on the table next to you.

Her face was a bloodied mess and her jaw was completely unhinged from her face. It looked like Asa split her jaw into two and was trying to awkwardly pin them back to her face. It was like he was trying to recreate an insects jaws. She was cut open too, far worse than you, her lungs were visible and with every breath she took you watched as they expanded and deflated. You caught her eyes, the wild fear in them mirrored your own. The sight of her left you gagging so hard your body jerked and arched off the table.

“Take the tube out, they're gonna vomit,” Asa's cold voice broke through the sound of your strangled gags.

Will pulled the tube from your throat and turned your head so everything flowed off the side of the table. He gently shushed your broken whines as the vomit continued to gush out your throat. There wasn't even anything on your stomach to bring up besides the tea and your own stomach acid. You dry heaved a couple times before your body went limp again.

Angrily you blinked back the tears that formed in your eyes. It pissed you off that the tears that threaten to fall weren't tears of anger but of sadness. You felt truly hurt that they were doing this to you. This was something you had expected of Asa but with the way the others had been treating you lately you deluded yourself to think that maybe you weren't another specimen.

“Was your meltdown really worth this,” Will annoyed voice cut through the silence.

“Yes.”

“Asshole,” Will spat before you heard him angrily going up the stairs. The door slammed shut and he left the basement.

Hannibal sighed as he passed the needle, “Finish stitching.”

The door opened and closed again, Hannibal was obviously going after Will. As hard as you tried, you couldn't keep the tears from slipping. Arkin finished stitching you up as Asa wiped your cheeks. His gentleness made you feel sick. There was the familiar pinch of a needle sliding into your neck before the light above you began to fade away.

The room you woke up in wasn't Hannibal and Will’s, this time you had been put in Arkin and Asa's room. Just like his office, Asa also had various insect displays hung on the walls. There was nothing in the room that made you think of Arkin. You wouldn't have been able to tell two people lived in the room if you didn't already know.

Something warm was pressed against your side. Your body felt heavy and you could only find the strength to move your hand. You couldn't sit up to see what it was but the feeling of fur told you it was a dog.

“Arachne?”

She barked in response as her tail began to thump against your thigh. The dogs weren't even allowed upstairs, a rule set by both Asa and Hannibal, and yet she was in the bed with you. You ran your fingers through her fur as you wondered how she even made it up the stairs without being caught.

“If Asa catches them we might be two dogs less,” Hannibal's voice startled you. You gave him a confused look and he chuckled. “The other one is laying at your feet.”

You flexed your feet and there was indeed a second dog there. Hannibal helped you sit up and you could see it was Wasp. It made your heart swell to know they had both cared for you like that. A voice in the back of your head told you that they were probably the only ones in the house who did. Besides Will’s dogs.

“It's time for dinner,” Hannibal spoke again, silencing your thoughts. “Would you like to walk or be carried?”

It was already enough letting him touch you so you could sit up, you didn't want to be carried. He frowned a bit as you signed that you wanted to walk but he made no complaints. You whined as he helped you out of bed, your body was sore and weak. Hannibal used his body to keep you upright as he led you out of the bedroom.

“You're really not supposed to be moving but Asa insisted you eat with us.”

You ignored Hannibal's comment and gritted your teeth as he helped you down the first stair. The step down was pure hell. You were able to make it to the second step before you broke down into sobs. It wasn't just the physical pain that was hurting you, the emotional pain from everything they had done was finally breaking the dam you had built so many years ago. Hannibal didn't say anything as you cried, instead he stood there silently as years of pain came flooding out.

A low whine broke through your cries and caught your attention. Arachne stood at the top of the stairs, staring at you as she let out soft cries. You grinned at her and her tail began it's wild wagging. She stood up and gently licked your face, clearing away some of the tears.

“Come on darling,” Hannibal called from the bottom of the stairs. He was obviously done waiting.

You gently pushed Arachne away, feeling a little calmer than before and continued your way down the stairs. She stayed close to you the entire time, never going down a step before you did. Each step was worse than the last but every time you stopped Arachne nosed your leg to keep you moving. When you made it to the bottom Hannibal allowed you to rest against him for a moment.

Asa stood in the doorway of the dining room, obviously waiting on you. His face was stoic but you could see the annoyance in his eyes. That look made you angry because he had no right to be annoyed, the only reason you were in this current state was his fault. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from Hannibal. You cried and tried to break his grip.

“Wait it hurts!”

He dragged you to the table and slung you into the chair. You screamed as it pulled the stitches tight, even ripping a few. Asa covered your mouth and pushed your head back to force you to look at him. His eyes were dangerous, any ounce of humanity he had was gone. The Collector was standing in front of you now.

“Do you think I give a fuck,” his voice was low, it truly scared you.

You froze, too terrified to even breathe as the tears slipped down your face. He stayed there for a moment before he stood back up and pushed your chair in like nothing happened. Hannibal emerged from the kitchen with Will and began placing plates of food. You stared down at the table to avoid looking at any of them.

“Tonight’s dinner is a gorgeous kidney pie,” Hannibal announced, something he had never done for dinner before.

It was your kidney. A gag began to rise in your throat but you swallowed it down. The room felt like it was spinning as sound of forks on the plates began, letting you know they were eating…you. Eating other people was one thing. It wasn't like they ever announced out loud that you were consuming human meat and if you didn't think about it, there wasn't a huge taste difference but it was a part of you sitting on these plates. It was different now, they wanted you to eat yourself.

They were talking like everything was normal. Your ears began to buzz like thousands of angry bees as your life ran through you head. The years of running, years of fear, the years of wasting away and just when you thought that maybe you could build yourself back, it was just another trap. And here you were sitting at a table full of deranged killers eating your kidney.

“What was the deal,” your question cut through their conversation.

You sounded surprisingly calm as you asked the question that had been sitting on your tongue for awhile. Hannibal, Will and Arkin all froze and stared at you for a moment. They began to exchange looks, probably to try and decide who would tell you. Asa just stared at you, not caring the answer. None of them spoke and you could feel your eye twitch with anger.

Arkin cleared his throat, “Uh…Asa made us promise that none of us would….mark you….until he decided to. If we did then he promised that he would let Hannibal take one of your kidneys, for dinner.”

“You weren’t meant to be touched, not until I decided,” Asa stated, throwing a hard look towards Will and Hannibal. “We still got dinner though so I guess it’s not a problem.”

Something snapped as angry tears began to flow, you were cut open for his stupid marking kink? You stood up and stepped back, unable to be near him anymore, “Until you decided? Why are you so obsessed with me?! What did I do, why can’t you just fucking leave me alone? I just wanted to live. I ran from you all those years ago and you kept following me. You kept making my life hell! Why?! And- and then suddenly you decide you want me when I begin to move on? Why do you keep doing this? I just-”

You stopped, you realized that screaming at them was never going to change anything. There was nothing you could do. It was so clear now that Asa had no intentions of letting you live any life that didn’t revolve around him and the others seemed content as long as you were with them. Maybe if you had realized that before, you could had ended things yourself.

Asa grinned, almost like he could see what little fight you had left dissipating. Little by little he was whittling you down. You just kept falling deeper and deeper into it. He was feeling excited, ready to see just how much he could break you. He simply stared at you as you stood there, silent and still. He patted your chair, signalling you to sit back down.

He expected you to sit down, calmly and quietly, with no fuss or fight. The same way you had been acting since they brought you here. What he didn’t expect was for you to sling the chair halfway across the floor and slam your hands against the table, causing Will to flinch. You stared Asa down. He hadn’t expected to to laugh as you looked at him, you were breaking but not how he wanted.

His face got hard, “Sit down.”

“No,” you couldn’t help but grin at the tiny flash of surprise that ran across his face. It felt good to rebel against him even if it was something as small as talking back.

He reached out to grab you but you spun on your heel and ran down the hall. The fear of what he'd do kept you running through the pain. You darted into the sun room, nearly slipping down the concrete steps as you ran towards the door. With Asa hot on your heels it was your only hope.

Arachne and Wasp stood in front of you as your desperately tried to open the door. It didn't seem like it was locked but for some reason you couldn't get it to move. The dogs barked as Asa got closer, you turned to face him and protect yourself.

You screamed as Asa kicked Wasp in the chest, causing him to cry out. He reared back, obviously going in for another hit but you threw yourself over Wasp, taking the forced of Asa’s kick. His boots added weight to his swing, making it feel like he swinging a sledgehammer into your ribs. You hadn't expected him to hurt his dogs but you should have know what type of man the Collector was.

He grunted as Arachne bit into his leg. Fearing that she would be next you tried your best to get to her as Wasp scrambled away. Realizing what you were doing Asa slung her off and instead began to take his anger out on you. You screamed as he kicked you in the stomach, no doubt fucking up your stitches even more.

You expected another kick but it never came. Will’s dogs were on Asa, snarling and biting anywhere they could. He punched one of them in the face and sung to get another. You reached out to stop him but Will’s fist suddenly connected with Asa's jaw. He stumbled back, obviously not expecting Will’s attack. Anger was written all over Will’s face as he swung at Asa again. He was about to hit him when Arkin grabbed his arm, stopping Will.

“Please Will, no more,” Arkin’s voice was quiet and soft. “He won’t touch your dogs.”

“If you don’t want your mutts to die then you won’t interfere in their punishment,” Asa wiped the blood away from his lips.

He was talking about your punishment. No doubt he would torture you for running, something he’s probably wanted to do for years. Will looked apprehensive for a moment as he looked down to where you were. He didn’t say anything as he looked back at Asa. For a split second you wondered if he’d refuse but instead he went to the backdoor and whistled, signaling for the dogs to follow him outside. When he simply turned the handle and opened the door with ease, you couldn't help but cry knowing that Asa set this house up to never let you leave. Arachne and Wasp stayed beside you until Asa pointed towards the door and they both quickly followed Will’s dogs out.

The second the door closed Asa grabbed your arm and began dragging you out of the room. You screamed and clawed at his grip. He didn’t slow or pay any mind to you as he dragged you through the house and to the basement door. You expected him to drag you downstairs but he pulled you up to face him.

��If you ever run from me again, I’ll cut your achilles.”

You barely had a second to process what he meant before he pushed you down the stairs. The world spun as you tumbled down. Your head cracked against one of the stairs, making your ears ring. You couldn’t hear Asa coming down behind you. Desperately, you tried to crawl away but he grabbed the back of your shirt and began dragging you down the hallway. He pulled you into a room with the same red box you saw the very first night you had met him.

This time it was empty but it once held an old specimen of his, and probably far more than you'd ever know about. You let out slurred pleas as he tossed inside and slammed the lid shut. He latched it and sat the box up so your legs were stuck in an awkward position. You couldn't even keep your head up as he left, loudly slamming the door shut.

Asa left you in that box for days, you weren’t sure exactly how many but you knew it had been more than a couple. The first few days you tried your best to get out but your body was too weak and you couldn’t move well in the box. Asa’s kicking has ripped your stomach open which was leaking blood. By now your shirt and pants were soaked.

You sucked the blood off your fingers, ignoring the painful twist of your stomach. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall but you ignored them. Asa was making his usual rounds, checking on each of his specimens. Some he’d take a bit longer to check on, some he’d simply open the door and look but he never ever came to your door. You swiped up the blood leaking from your stomach and desperately licked your hand clean. By now you accepted that you were probably going to die in the box.

Loud screaming echoed through the basement. A door slammed shut and the footsteps began to grow louder. You lifted your head up as your door opened. The latches came undone and your body slumped out of the box. You cried out as the blood began to rush back to your legs, making them feel like they had been lit on fire.

Asa sighed at the sight of blood, more like he was annoyed rather than concerned. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You were kicking in pain as he carried you out the room and to the metal tables. Hannibal was already there waiting as Asa practically dumped you onto the table. Before you could even blink, Hannibal was sliding a needle into your neck. It was the same drug that was used when they stitched you up the first time. The pain was still there and excruciating but your body couldn't move.

As Hannibal began to undress you Asa walked off. He eventually came back with a long thin tube. Your eyes widened in fear as Asa grabbed your face. He slipped the tube into your nose and began feeding it down your throat. You were thankful for the drugs to keep you still as he inserted it. The feeling of it made you feel like you were on the verge of sneezing. When he was done Hannibal began to fix your wounds.

Somehow you were happy to see them again. After spending days alone in the box you slowly began to crave their presence. Being alone in the darkness with only your thoughts and the pain messed with your head. Something Asa probably wanted to happen.

Asa attached a cream colored bag to the end of your tube and hung the it up before walking back down the hall. You couldn't see much from your angle but from the glimpses you could catch it looked like he was taking the box out of your room. The pain in your stomach slipped away as you watched him and the bag drained. Hannibal closed the last stitch and pressed a kiss against the top of your head.

As he left, Asa came back and began to pull the feeding tube from your nose. The sensation of him pulling the tube made your eyes roll back. You'd probably be gagging if you could move. He tossed the tube aside, picked you up and carried you back to the room.

It was now completely empty except for the twin mattress laying in the corner of the room. There were rust colored stains on it, you assumed from blood, and the stuffing was coming out from a rip. There was also a old bucket sitting in the corner of the room, obviously meant to be your bathroom. It was better than the box again. Surprisingly he was gentle when he laid you down.

You weren't sure how long he was going to leave you but you were happy he didn't shove you back into the box. No longer cramped up and feeling somewhat better you were able to sleep peacefully.

The room seemed to grow colder every day. You were certain Asa was turning up the air, there was no other explanation. The clothes Hannibal took off you were never replaced and it left you completely vulnerable to the biting cold.

Your only source of warmth was what little heat seeped under the door. At first you slept with your back pressed against it but after Asa figured out that you did that he began sticking his knife under the door. To avoid more stabbing you've taken to sleeping near the door rather than against it.

The sound of Asa’s heavy boots echo down the hall. To your absolute surprise the footsteps didn't stop at any other door. Instead they came all the way to yours. You could hear him grabbing his keys and your heart jumped with panic. He opened the door as you scrambled back to the mattress.

As Asa walked in, you could see Arkin entering the room across from yours before Asa shut the door. He held a plate as he walked to where you sat. Your stomach growled at the thought of food. He chuckled and sat the plate down, revealing your portion of your kidney pie. A gag made its way up your throat and you turned your head as Asa brought a forkful towards your mouth. His face twisted as he slammed the fork against the plate.

He didn't say anything as he picked up the plate and walked back out. Instantly you regretted turning it down. Hunger was clawing at your stomach like a wild animal. You sobbed and apologized, hoping he would come back.

Asa didn’t come back. He continued to do things down in the basement, you could hear him walking around and talking to Arkin, but he completely ignored you. You continued to apologize and beg Asa for the food but he would never respond. Eventually you heard all the lights shutting off and the sound of both Asa and Arkin leaving the basement. A few minutes later there was loud sniffing at your door.

“Arachne?”

She was definitely the only dog brave enough to disobey Asa and when she barked back you broke down into tears. You slipped your fingers under the door as much as you could to you could touch her and she laid against the door. You hear her tail thumping against the floor. It was a mystery how she even got down the stairs without Asa knowing.

You tried to pet her as best you could but with the lack of space between the door and the floor there wasn't much you could do other than wiggle your fingers back and forth. She didn't seem to mind, instead just pressed herself against the door more. You two stayed like that until you eventually couldn't keep your eyes open.

Arachne’s pained cries and Asa’s angry yelling tore you from your sleep. You ripped your fingers from under the door and pounded against it, hoping Asa would stop. Her screams grew louder and you sobbed in desperation.

“Please stop, please stop,” you screamed as loud as you could.

The door was flung open, knocking you against the wall. Asa threw Arachne into the room, she didn’t move and you panicked thinking she was dead. You tried to get to her but Asa grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. The calmness on his face terrified you.

“Those are the consequences of her actions, the same ones you face when you disobey what you're told.”

He shoved you back and left the room, slamming the door as hard as he could before locking it. You crawled over to Arachne as fast as you could. Her eyes opened as you rubbed her ear and you sighed in relief. You gently ran you hand down her body to see if she was okay. She flinched and cried as you touched her ribs and back. Your heart ripped at her cries.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

You stayed next to her side and watched to make sure she kept breathing. You weren't a vet, you couldn’t tell if Arachne was just bruised or if it was something serious. Thankfully, her breathing stayed steady and her tail wagged every time you rubbed her ears. There was no telling when Asa would decide to come back but you hoped it would be soon.

Hours probably passed before the door finally opened again. Asa grabbed you and dragged you out of the room. You scrambled to keep up but it didn’t help so you just went limp instead. He paid no mind and dragged you to the row of medical tables where Will was waiting with Hannibal. Asa pulled you up to stand in front of Will and handed you a knife. You looked at them all in disbelief.

Asa cleared his throat to grab your attention, “If you want me to help Arachne then you’ll cut his throat but if not then you-”

You didn’t let him finish before you dragged the knife across Will’s throat. Red seeped from his neck and you dropped the knife. The cut was closer to the base of his neck and you didn't use much force so you hoped he’d be okay. Asa hummed in amusement before he grabbed your arm and dragged you back to the room.

Although you knew that Hannibal wouldn't let Will die, you still couldn’t stop your tears. You didn't want to hurt Will. Out of everyone in the house he played the smallest part in your torture but you couldn’t handle the possibility of Arachne dying. Asa pulled you over to you bed and cradled your head in his hands. For the first time ever, his touch felt comforting.

“You did a good job.”

His words stilled your cries. He smiled at your reaction and wiped your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. You were completely stunned as he laid you back against the mattress. He stood back up, picked up Arachne, and left the room without another word.

Your brain was swimming with confusion, wanting to lean into his praise but also knowing that it was wrong. You tossed and turned on the mattress, feeling too many emotions at once. Everything had drained your already weak body and now, with your mind in turmoil, you could barely keep your eyes open. As you slipped into the darkness, you hoped that Arachne would be okay.

The door slammed open and Asa’s boots came into view as you opened your eyes. He was standing over you with a plate in his hand, some sort of fabric thrown over his arm and a water bottle. You groaned weakly as he helped you sit up.

“Raise your arms.”

You did as he said and held your arms up for him. He sat the plate down, which was still your portion of the kidney pie, and unfolded the fabric he had draped over his arm. It took you a second but when he began slipping your arms into the selves, you realized it was one of his sweaters. He pulled it over your head and put your arms back down. It was warm and soft.

Asa sat down on the mattress and pulled you onto his lap before grabbing the plate. This time when he brought the fork to your face you didn't turn away. Instead you practically inhaled every forkfull he brought to your lips. The food was bad and had obviously been for a long time but you were too hungry to care.

When you finished he sat the plate down and brought the bottle of water to your lips. You groaned and nearly downed the entire thing. He chuckled as he pulled it away from you, slipped you off his lap, collected the plate and left.

This routine of him coming in and feeding you became a regular thing every couple days. Every time he'd bring things like clothes, a blanket, a pillow and other things to make you more comfortable. He'd stay for hours to read you a book, hold you until you fell asleep, or sometimes he'd just sit there and do university work. You'd get more and more excited to see him each visit.

You stood by the door waiting for him. By now he seemed to have you on a feeding schedule but this time he had hadn't come down at all and you were beginning to worry. You perked up at the sound of heavy footsteps. He stopped at a few doors before yours and you could feel the anticipation of seeing him.

It was hard to stand still as you waited him. Eventually he was unlocking your door and your mouth began watering at the thought of food. However when the door swung open to reveal Asa, there was no food with him. Not even a bottle of water. He had an angry look on his face and your heart began to race, wondering what you did wrong. You flinched a bit as he brought his hand up to your face. He didn't hit you, instead just rested his palm against your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

You gasped when he suddenly picked you up. He chuckled and carried you over to the bed. You expected him to just put you down and you were confused when he laid both you and himself down. He held you against his body as he drew lines against your back. It didn't seem like he had any other plans to move and he was so warm, you pressed yourself against him as much as you could as you shivered. He pulled the blanket over the both of you and settled his head against your pillow. You were hungry but something about today obviously made Asa mad and you didn’t want upset him more by complaining about food, moreso the lack of.

Asa sighed and closed his eyes. He usually didn’t look so drained, it made you curious but too scared to ask. Cautiously and as slowly as you could, you brought your hand up to his hair. For a second you paused, debating if this was something you wanted to risk dying over. You figured it was worth a shot and buried your hand into his hair. He groaned as you began to scratch his scalp, his shoulders visibly relaxing. You continued scratching his head until you could hear his faint snoring. You pulled your hand away but froze as his eyes snapped open.

“Don't stop…please.”

You froze in confusion. That word had never come from Asa’s mouth before. He stared you down and you quickly began scratching scalp and brushing his hair again. He closed his eyes again and let out a soft sigh. It didn’t take very long for him to fall asleep again but you continued to scratch his head until your arm became tired and you too fell asleep.

There was loud sniffing in your ear as something wet pressed against it. You groaned and reached up to push whatever it was away so you could go back to sleep. Much to your surprise, the thing you pushed away was furry. You opened your eyes to see Arachne standing over you.

You screamed in joy and pulled her into a hug as she began to excitedly lick your face. She looked good and you could tell that she was fully healed. To be fair it had probably been over a month since you had last saw her.

“She’s yours now.”

“What,” you looked over to the doorway where Asa was standing.

“She is your responsibility and she will sleep in your room with you.”

You looked around the room, feeling sorry that she was going to be stuck down here with you. He shook his head.

“Not this room.”

He signalled for you to follow him as he walked away from your door. You were scared it was a trap but when Arachne followed him, so did you. Asa was standing at the stairs waiting for you both.

“I'm letting you come out of the basement, don't make me put you back here.”

You quickly shook your head. Every night since he put you in that room you dreamed of getting out. He took your hand and led you up the stairs and finally out of the basement.

Much to your disappointment it seemed like the house was empty. You didn't see anybody as he led you up the stairs. He stopped at the door next to his office, the one that was always locked. Arachne sat against your foot as Asa searched his pockets, you assumed for the key.

He opened the door to reveal a plain white room with a plain white mattress sitting on the floor. You didn't want to seem ungrateful so you gave him a thankful smile.

“Later tonight we're ordering things for your room,” he pulled the door back shut and locked it again. “Until everything arrives you're sleeping in our room. I don’t trust those two with you anymore.”

Those words felt like a shot to your heart. It was obvious that he was planning to distance you from Will and Hannibal. You spent so many hours in that room dreaming of those nights in Hannibal’s bed, laid between the two of them. Your heart ached at the thought of losing them more than you already had.

“Come on, you need to learn your new chores.”

The whip cracked and you flinched as the screams bounced off the walls. You trembled in your spot as Asa snapped the whip again. Blood audibly dripped onto the floor as the person sobbed and screamed for his mercy. You couldn’t breathe as the whip cracked again and again.

This was a new victim and Asa wanted you there, a part of your new chores. He required your assistance when “tending” to his specimens. Asa was training you to be his helper, the same way he had done to Arkin. You cried silently as the torture continued.

Asa stopped and passed you the bloodied whip, “Do it.”

You sobbed as you shook your head. There was no way you could bring yourself to do it. The person in front of you begged for your mercy. You screamed in fear as Asa grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward.

“Do it or you will be punished!”

He pushed you forward more, pressing your face against the person’s tattered skin. You cried harder but made no move to do as he asked. Angrily he ripped you back and dragged you out the room. He slammed you into the metal table with so much force you were left breathless. You stayed there as he collected something from the drawers. Running wasn’t going to save you but maybe taking your punishment would. He returned and began cutting off your pants. You cried as quietly as you could as you waited for in terrified anticipation.

“I don’t want to do this to you.”

You screamed as he dragged the blade across the skin of your thigh. He wasn’t cutting deep, just enough for him to peel off the top layer of skin. You felt nauseous as you watched him peel away your skin and place it near your head. He continued, paying no mind to how you screamed, cried, or pleaded for his mercy.

“It’s beautiful,” he finally spoke as he laid the last piece of skin out on the table.

He laid your skin out in a way that resembled the spider pendant that hung from Arachne’s collar. You looked down at your thigh to see there was indeed the same spider carved into your skin. Shock left your body feeling numb as you brushed your hand over the cuts. He snatched your wrist to keep you from touching it.

“Every time you disobey me, I cut another one into your skin.”

Spiders crawled across your body, others dug themselves into your ears and nose. You gagged and tried to scream as they crawled into your mouth. They filled your throat and head as you desperately clawed at your skin. Blood slicked your hands as you tore into your chest. There was no pain as you peeled open your chest and tried to dig the spiders out.

Hands grabbed your own and tried to force them down. You kicked and fought still desperate to rip the spiders from your insides. More hands pulled at your arms until you couldn’t fight anymore. Distance voices screamed your name but you couldn’t find where they were coming from.

“God damn it! They’re bleeding more!”

A dim light came into your vision as the spiders began to retreat. You continued to fight the hands that held you, even screaming as your throat began to clear. The light burned brighter as more hands grabbed your legs. The spiders were gone now, replaced with hands holding your arms and legs.

Freezing cold water hit your skin. You gasped in shock and snapped your eyes open as you tried to get away from the icy liquid. Hannibal, Arkin, and Asa were holding you down, keeping you from moving as Will stood in front of you with an empty bucket. You cried in confusion as you tried to pull your arms from their grip. ”Stop moving,” Asa snapped angrily. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

His words made you stop and you quieted down as you tried to see what he meant. Blood was soaking the sheets and pillows, that were now drenched in water, but you couldn't see where the blood was coming from.

“You tore the spider.”

He was talking about the newest spider he carved into your shoulder that night. You again refused to hurt his specimens and he punished you as he had said, this one becoming the sixth on your body. Although last night he put his foot down.

“I'll put you back in the box and leave you to rot if you refuse me one more time,” he told you as he cut your skin.

He made you sleep in your room as extra punishment and probably to fully cement his words in your mind. Arachne was even put in the sun room so you were completely alone. It was horrible and it was no wonder you had a nightmare.

The skin of your shoulder had been ripped all the way down to your chest. It was bleeding profusely and the spider was completely unrecognizable. Asa was obviously upset about his latest carving being ruined but he didn’t voice his annoyance.

He sighed as he inspected the damage, “Hannibal will stitch you up. Arkin will help you clean up the room.”

He left your room without another word, taking Will with him. Hannibal and Arkin helped you out bed. They tried to carefully led you to Arkin and Asa's room but they practically had to drag you as the blood loss left you weak. You were slipping in and out of consciousness the entire time Hannibal was working on you. Their voices were faint but you could catch parts of their conversation, they mostly spoke about Asa.

“-put Arachne down there-”

“-same thing with-”

“-actually killed beet-”

You tried so hard to listen when you heard Arachne but they kept fading in and out. It was impossible to stay awake more than a few seconds. They seemed to notice you fighting to wake up because they quickly stopped talking. You groaned as Hannibal pressed against the wound and signed water to him. He sent Arkin off to get you some as he began to bandage you.

“I'll speak with Asa,” Hannibal told you as Will walked in with a glass of water.

“Well right now he's talking to Arkin.”

You nearly burst into tears once you realized you were alone with Hannibal and Will. Will gently held you face as the tears slipped down your cheeks. It had been so long since he touched you. It was like Will’s touch burned away the horrible, lonely pain Asa left behind. You softly traced the pink line on his neck.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried. “I didn’t want to but-”

“I know why you did it,” he took a deep sigh. “I’m upset with Asa not you. He’s disgusting for the way he psychology-”

“Will.”

“Hannibal, I don't want to hear-”

“Will!”

Will took another deep breath and cleared his throat as he turned to you, “Asa said you can sleep in our bed now.”

You gasped and tried to get out of the bed but they both stopped you. They gently pushed you back down against the bed. Hannibal prodded around your bandages, checking for something.

“Hey I know you’re excited but your stitches haven't even set,” Will said as Hannibal picked you up instead.

He carried to their room and you cried as he laid you on their bed. This was what you had been dreaming of since Asa took you downstairs. Every part of you missed them and their warmth. Will pulled you into a hug as he slipped into the bed. Everything felt right again as Hannibal laid next to you, pulling both you and Will closer to him. You felt safe in their hold.

“Tonight you’re coming with me and Hannibal.”

Confusion was written all over your face as you looked between Asa and Hannibal. They never let you out of the house. Asa doesn’t even allow you in the backyard anymore. The most you're allowed to do is stand at the windows and look outside. He gave you a hard look and you swallowed your bite of dinner.

“Uh- yes sir,” you responded as quickly as you could.

“We’re leaving after we finish dinner,” Asa added.

You responded again and continued to eat. He wasn’t so aggressive about you joining dinner conversations so you ate in silence. You finished quickly but stayed at the table. Asa almost never let you out of his sight anymore.

“Get Arachne ready to come with us,” Asa spoke to you as Will and Arkin collected everyone’s plates. “Her harness is downstairs.”

He handed you the keys to the basement, something he only ever did with Arkin. You gave him a questioning look but he only tilted his head towards the door. He was testing his control over you but you weren't stupid enough fail. You took the keys and went downstairs. Their harnesses hung from hooks near the couch.

The basement always made you uneasy so you quickly grabbed her harness and went back up stairs. His eyes were glued to you as you locked the door back. You returned the keys and he grinned as he thanked you. Your stomach flipped as he praised you for doing so good. You quickly left the dining room to escape his gaze.

The dogs mobbed you the second you stepped into the room. You squealed under their wet tongues and aggressive sniffing. It took a second to get them to clear off you but eventually you were able to get Arachne harnessed. She knew what it meant and went to sit by the front door when you finished putting it on. You waited with her as Hannibal and Asa got ready.

“Come on.”

Asa grabbed you hand and walked you to a black car. Hannibal opened the door and Asa guided you into the car. It felt like you were being put into the back of a police car with they way they were acting. Arachne joined you and they got in on their respective sides. Hannibal was driving and Asa sat in the passenger’s side.

“If you run, I’ll have Arachne kill you,” Asa warned. “Unlike you she’s learned not to disobey me.

“Yes sir.”

Suddenly Hannibal pulled off onto the side of the road and parked the car in a small space behind the trees. Asa got out and pulled you from the car. He whistled and Arachne took off somewhere in the woods as he walked you to the middle of the street.

“Don’t move.”

He slashed the back of your thigh. You screamed and collapsed against the pavement. The cut was deep and pouring blood. He cut you again just as deep on your other thigh. Fear that he’d kill you kept you from trying to get away from him. He left you in the middle of the road and went back to where the car was hidden. You wondered if he was leaving you to die.

Headlights blinded you as a car came down the street. It stopped and a couple stepped out the car. You couldn’t understand what they were saying as the woman rushed to your side. She was obviously asking you something but you didn’t know what language she was speaking. There was a loud whistle and Arachne sprinted from the trees. She launched herself at the man as Asa appeared from the side of the road. The woman screamed and ran.

Arachne and Asa followed her as Hannibal dragged the man away. Blood was gushing from his neck where Arachne had bitten him. You stayed in your spot, rooted in fear. Asa and Arachne appeared again. He was dragging the woman behind him. She didn’t look like she was bleeding from anywhere but that wouldn't last long.

You could hear the woman fighting until everything went silent. Asa came back and tossed you over his shoulder before putting you in the backseat again. Arachne got in and sat on the floorboard near your head.

The car ride was silent and you fought to keep your eyes open the entire time. Hannibal parked and Asa pulled you from the back seat. You moaned in pain as tossed you over his shoulder. He walked you down to the basement and ordered Arkin to help.

“He will be good,” Hannibal said as he carried the man in.

He tossed the man onto a table and it was obvious he was already dead. The missing hunk of his neck told you he probably bled out in the trunk of the car.

“Put her in a room then,” Asa told Arkin as he brought the woman in. “I’m stitching these, I want the scars to look nice.”

You whimpered at his words as he sat on the couch and pulled you across his lap. He began to clean your cuts to stitch them and he wasn't gentle at all. You sobbed in pain as he roughly cleaned the blood from your legs. His stitching was much rougher than Hannibal and Arkin's. You realized why he passed you off to everyone else. It was almost impossible to stay still under all the horrible pulling and pinching.

From where you laid you were forced to watch as Hannibal cut the man up and removed various organs and even the man's thigh. Every time you tried to look away Asa moved your head back. You tried to close your eyes but Asa harshly slapped your ass.

“Keep your eyes open,” he slapped you again and you opened your eyes as you yelped in pain. “You need to learn how things work down here.”

Arkin helped Hannibal break down what he didn't keep and they put it into the bags used for the dog food. It was a sickening process but it kept you distracted from Asa’s rough handling. Eventually the woman woke up and began beating against the door.

“Arkin.”

You tried to cover your ears, fearing what was going to be done to her but the second you moved your arms Asa pulled them behind your back and tied them as tightly as he could. He smacked your fresh stitches and you quickly cried out an apology. He laughed as moved you off his lap and passed you over to Arkin. Arkin tried to sooth you as Asa went into the room with the woman. Her screams echoed through the room before they were cut off with a loud screech. You squeezed your eyes closed as Asa emerged from the room.

“Don’t get scared now, that woman in there is our new personal project.”

“It’s her or the box, don’t make me waste my time. This is your last chance.”

This time you really had no choice. There were no other ways out and there was no use in fighting. You sighed as you looked back at him. There was an excited look in his eyes.

“Her.”

Dread filled your body as Asa pulled you into the basement. The woman was lying on a table already. She wasn't moving but you could see her eyes and the way they jumped between you and Asa. You felt sick as he continued pulling you towards her. Your body trembled as he made you stand at her side. It was like you could physically feel her fear radiating off her body.

“All you have to do is cut along that line.”

He passed you a scalpel and guided your hands towards the marker line on her side. You cried as he shoved you forward and you lost your grip. He sighed angrily when you dropped the scalpel.

“So you have no problem cutting Will’s throat but some random whore isn’t worth it? You must really hate that man,” he sneered as he grabbed the blade and shoved it back into your hand.

“No I don’t.”

“Oh really? So how come you slash Will’s throat like it’s nothing-”

“You made me!”

He raised his eyebrows, “Did I hold your hand while you did it?”

“No,” you responded quietly.

“So how did I make you?”

“You used Arachne-”

“Another thing that was your fault, she was only misbehaving because of you! She got in trouble because of you! I shouldn’t have to explain this to you like you’re a toddler, it's simple: do as I ask and you won’t have to hurt all those things you claim to care about.”

You frowned at his choice of words, “They’re not things. I love Arachne and I love Will!”

“Then either you cut this bitch like I asked or I'll kill them both and lock you in that fucking room with their bodies and we see how much you really love them,” he yelled as he stepped forward, caging you against the table.

“Hannibal wouldn’t let you kill Will,” your voice trembled.

He laughed, “You think I won’t kill him too? If I really have to I’ll burn this whole place to the ground with everyone in it, Arkin included. I’m done playing this game, you cut her right now or it’s all over.”

You sobbed as he stepped back and turned you around to face her.

“Now!”

Your hands shook as you pressed the blade into her skin and dragged it down along the line. He hummed his approved and pushed you back away from the table. You sobbed and gagged as the room began to spin.

“Get back over here.”

He yanked you back and pressed your head against her stomach. You screamed as he held an amputated arm in front of your face. He grinned and caressed your face with the hand. This was all just a big sick game to him.

“You’re stitching this onto her.”

You retched and he pushed you to the floor just as it rushed up your throat. He sighed as he tossed the arm onto the table. Gently, he pulled your hair back and rubbed your back as you continued to throw up. Your mind raced with confusion as he suddenly switched to a softer tactic.

“You’re this far in, just suck it up and do it.”

He pulled you back up and stood you next to her now open side. You wiped your mouth and took the needle he dropped in your hand. He shoved the metal wire connected to the arm into her side. The sound and sight made you nauseous but with the way he was standing behind you, you couldn't move an inch.

“Everything is ready, just stitch. I’ll hold the arm.”

You reluctantly stitched the arm onto her body. He directed you the entire time and took over when your hands shook too bad. You did the most of it all but when it was almost finished he pushed you away.

“Sit on the couch.”

He continued to work on her and you did as told. You were drained and he hadn’t let you sleep all night. The moment Arkin finished bandaging you Asa set you upstairs to clean. The night had already bled into the morning when he pulled you downstairs. You yawned as you laid across the couch.

“Don't fall asleep.”

You opened your eyes and watched as Asa carried the woman back to her room. His eyes caught yours as he came back out. He had that same excited look from before. A chill ran down your body as he joined you on the couch. Goosebumps raised on your arm as he traced your spine.

“Stand up.”

Quickly, you shot up from the couch and stood in front of him. He tugged at your shirt signalling that he wanted you to take it off. Your hands trembled as you removed your shirt. He tapped the button of your shorts and you pulled them down. You forced yourself to keep your hands at your side as you stood bare in front of him.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you did as told. “Get on your hands and knees.”

The tiles were cold against your skin and you felt anxious waiting for what he planned to do. His belt buckle clinked against the button of his pants as he pulled it off. He pressed the heel of his boot between your shoulders, forcing your chest against the floor.

His belt cracked against the tender skin of your thigh. You screamed and tried to get away from the pain as he continued to snap the belt against your backside. His foot kept you from moving as he repeatedly hit you. He didn't care what part of you he hit, your back, ass, thighs, legs or feet, as long as if left a mark. Each swing of the belt grew harder until you could feel the blood dripping from your skin.

Asa moved his foot from your back but you were too weak to move. You laid there as Asa undid his pants and kneeled behind you. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you back onto his cock. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he pulled out and slammed back into your hips.

You cried out in pleasure as he began a steady pace. It was rough and the teeth of his zipper painfully bit into your tattered skin with each thrust but he hit that perfect spot every time. The mix of pain and pleasure left you delirious. You trembled as your orgasm began to approach quickly. His nails dug into your bruised hips as his pace became more brutal. White burned behind your eyes as the building orgasm suddenly erupted, leaving you breathless.

“As-a,” you choked out as he kept going.

He pulled out, roughly flipped you on your back and pressed your knees to your chest. It pulled your skin taught against the stitches and it felt like they would pop open at any second. He slipped himself back inside you and resumed his raveging pace. The new position was even more overwhelming than the last.

“So good for me,” he mumbled to himself, seemingly lost in his own pleasure. “Fuck so good.”

Your entire body felt full and tense. He groaned and spread your knees so he could reach your neck. Your heart skipped as he began biting and sucking whatever tender skin he could reach. He was sealing your fate with every dark hickey he left behind on your skin. You were marked, you were his.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as your second orgasm hit you like a truck. He continued on, chasing his own release. His hips slammed into yours until he suddenly stopped. You could feel him pulse inside you as he continued to mark you.

Exhaustion took over your body as he pulled himself out. He tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed your clothes from where they had been discarded. Your body was completely limp as he clothed you. He didn't seem to mind and picked you up once he had finished.

“You did good,” he praised as he carried you upstairs. “I'm proud of you.”

“You step out that door and I'll break your legs.”

In the recent weeks, Asa threats had become more empty. You gave in, began complying with all his rules and no longer fought when it came to harming his specimens. By now you had sew four more amputated arms onto the poor woman. You learned Asa enjoyed turning the people into insects to hang on the walls, much like the ones in his office and bedroom. As sickening as it was, you complied and helped him. With your new behavior, Asa began loosening his invisible leash on you. He wasn't as harsh as before and your relationship with him grew more comfortable.

“You'd rather let the cat drown?”

A black cat had been living in the backyard for three days. You watched it from the window nearly every free second you had. Every day you desperately tried to convince Asa and Hannibal to let you bring the cat in. Hannibal eventually caved but Asa firmly stood his ground with a hard no.

A horrible storm had been brewing for days and it had finally come in. You spent the entire morning at the windows searching for the cat. The storm was harsh and you wanted to know it was okay. The cat was hidden in a tree but the winds and harsh rain eventually swept it into a pot Arkin abandoned. It wasn't a particularly tall pot but it was too big for the cat to get out. You begged Asa to let you out when you first saw the cat fall but he refused.

“The pots drain, it'll be fine.”

“That one doesn't! That's why Arkin doesn't use it. He told you that,” you angrily threw the door open. Asa didn't keep the back door locked since you no longer fought him. He simply relied on your obedience and loyalty to keep you in the house.

“If you step out of this fucking house I'll kill you, I don't give a damn what Hannibal says!”

“Hannibal says if you try to burn his house down he'll rise from the dead and skin your ass.”

“He didn't say that!”

You ignored him and whistled to Arachne. She too had been watching the cat the entire time.

“Get it.”

She shot out the door and ran to the pot. She searched for a moment before sticking her head inside. The cat had sunk and you were terrified it drowned. You cheered as she emerged with the cat in her mouth and it let out a loud cry. She raced back inside and you pulled the door shut. The rain picked up and slammed against the windows as if it was protesting against the rescue.

“You're supposed to be spending time with me, not worrying about some damn cat.”

“Are you jealous?”

He didn't answer. You gently took the soaked cat from Arachne and joined Asa at the couch. He didn't say anything as you climbed onto his lap. When you settled he rested his hands against your hips. He eyed the cat with a disgusted look.

“That shit is your responsibility.”

“Thank you,” you pressed a quick kiss against his lips.

“Go get a towel, damn thing is dripping on me.”

“Can you hold-”

“No.”

“Okay fine,” you huffed as you slipped off Asa’s lap.

“Watch your tone.”

“Sorry sir,” you apologized before leaving to get a towel like he said.

The poor cat trembled in your arms, obviously affected by the cool air of the house. You gently toweled it's fur and took a second to look under it's tail. As you had suspected it was a boy. He purred as you continued to dry him.

“Who's this?”

You jumped at the sound of Hannibal’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching you.

“He's the cat I've been telling you about,” you held up him so Hannibal could fully see him. “I'm not sure what kind he is but he's gorgeous isn't he?”

Hannibal chuckled at the way your face lit as as you spoke about the cat, “He is very striking.”

“Asa already said he's my responsibility so that means I get to keep him.”

“If you plan to keep him then he needs a name.”

“I've been thinking about Corvos,” you confessed as he pushed his face against yours, purring happily. Hannibal smiled and you felt your face flush as he recognized where you gotten the name from.

With Asa being more lenient with you, he's allowed you to spend more time with Hannibal and Will, which means you've been spending nearly every afternoon in Hannibal's office. For the past week he's been teaching Will Latin and you've picked up a few of the words from their lessons.

“The Latin word for raven,” he gave you a knowing grin. “You said you don't listen to Will’s lessons.”

The only reason you listened to that lesson was because Hannibal’s head had been between Will’s legs. The breathless way he said the word left butterflies in your stomach. The word had been ringing in your head ever since.

“I- I don't,” you lied. “I just really like that word.”

“I told you to grab a towel, not stand here and talk,” Asa snapped as he appeared in the doorway behind Hannibal.

“Sorry sir,” you tossed the towel into the laundry basket and picked up Corvos. He curled up in your arms and tucked his head under your chin.

“Leave the cat, I don't want it with us.”

“Please Asa,” you begged. “He won't get in the way. I promise!”

“No.”

“You can put him in my office for now,” Hannibal offered as your smile fell. “I'll be with him so you won't have to worry.”

Reluctantly you passed Corvos over to Hannibal. Asa took your hand and pulled you to the stairs as Hannibal took Corvos to his office. Asa had a scowl on his face as he led you back to the sun room.

“Sorry I made you come get me.”

He eyed you for a moment before letting out a sigh, “If you'd prefer not to watch a movie I'll allow you to go do something else.”

“No no,” you quickly shook your head. “I want to watch a movie with you. I was just worried about Corvos.”

“You already named that damn thing?”

You laughed at his words. He gave you a small grin as he pulled you onto his lap. You laid your head against his chest as he scrolled through the movies. He pressed a few gentle kisses against your head. It was almost hard to believe it was actually Asa who was being so kind to you.

“Oh look, they're playing your favorite movie.”

“Where is the food for Corvos?”

“I hate that fucking cat,” Asa muttered under his breath as he passed the bag of meat to Will. “I left it in the basement, you'll have to go get it.”

Unlike the dogs, Corvos ate canned cat food rather than the scraps. Asa hated it but Hannibal enjoyed picking out the fancy flavors for Corvos. Hannibal was the reason why your cat was so spoiled even though Asa blamed you.

“There’s a full case of the kind he likes with the quail eggs,” Hannibal said as Asa passed you the keys.

“Didn't we just run out of those yesterday?”

“I bought more today,” Hannibal explained as Asa scoffed. “It's his favorite.”

You laughed at the disgusted look Asa threw Hannibal. When he shot you the same look, you quickly shut up and went down to the basement. You walked past the metal tables and pulled open the door to the closet. Asa used the room to store his toys and the dogs’ things. You ignored the wall of torture instruments and focused on the shelf next to the freezer.

Just as Hannibal said, an unopened case of cat food sat on the shelf. You ripped open the box and grabbed a can. A few fell from the box and you cursed as they scattered across the floor. You sighed as you sat the can down and began picking up the fallen food.

One of the cans had fallen into a half open box next to the freezer. It was filled with random leashes and destroyed dog toys. You grabbed the can and prepared to close the box again when something caught your eye. A leather collar stuck out from the sea of leashes. It looked exactly like the ones Wasp and Arachne wore. Curiosity got the better of you as you grabbed the collar.

Similar to the pendants that hang from Wasp and Arachne's collars, a small metal beetle hung from the collar in your hands. A picture frame in the box caught your attention. You flipped it over to revealed a picture of Asa and Arkin with three dogs sitting at their feet. Arachne and Wasp were easy to recognize but you have never seen the third dog before. Suddenly the conversation between Hannibal and Arkin ran through your head.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped and dropped the collar back in the box as Arkin entered the room. It felt like your heart was beating in your throat as you closed the box back, grabbed the can of cat food and stood up. Arkin eyed you suspiciously as you tried not to meet his gaze.

“I was just getting the food like Asa told me.”

“Stop being stupid.”

“What,” you were taken aback by Arkin's words. He had never spoke to you this way.

“Just because Asa's given you some freedom doesn't mean you run with it. If he catches you sticking your nose where it's not meant to be, he'll kill you.”

“But Hannibal-”

“You think Hannibal is gonna save you,” he scoffed in disbelief. “Why do you think you're even here right now? We were never following you, Asa didn't even know where you went.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hannibal called Asa, told him where to find you.”

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a/n: hi hello here is 2.4kl of young!coriolanus x fem!reader <3 should i continueeeeee?

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The margins of your notebook paper were running out of room, and Dean Highbottom didn’t seem to be nearing the end of his lecture. You weren’t even sure of why there were lessons and lectures about the war, you and your classmates were all old enough to remember living through it a mere decade ago.

You stifled a yawn, perking up when you saw the Hunger Games creator plop back onto the chair in the center of the lecture hall, hands already reaching for the bottle of morphling on his desk.

“Don’t forget, the top 24 students are to meet tomorrow morning in the Great Room. Do not be late.”

The rush of students leaving the room caused you to slow as you gathered your things, chewing on your lower lip out of nerves. No one knew what required the students to come back after hours, but there were rumors of it involving the Plinth Prize.

Coriolanus met you outside of the hall, small smile on his face. You were thankful for Tigris for setting you and her cousin up, as the icy blond known for his wits and sharp demeanor, was often the sole ray of light in your day-to-day.

“Have you heard for certain that this meeting tomorrow is about the Plinth Prize?” You asked, lacing your fingers with your boyfriend’s slender ones.

Coriolanus frowned, shaking his head. “No, I doubt it is about that. More than likely some absurd dedication gala, perhaps Plinth paid his way into University early.”

It was no secret the Capitol students thought lowly of their fellow classmate, ostracizing him not long after the Plinths gained access into the Capitol.

“Hm, I suppose so.” You pondered.

“Why? Did Dean Highbottom say anything?”

Shaking your head, you thanked Coriolanus as he opened the door for you, following you out into the brisk, afternoon air. “No, but Festus was gossiping again to the others. Saying how he’s got a lucky ticket into the Plinths’ pockets.”

“Festus didn’t even complete Dr. Gaul’s assignment last week.”

You let out a small laugh, coming to a stop at the roundabout in front of Citadel, looking up at your boyfriend. “You know, you and your family are always welcome for dinner. My mother has been wanting a reason to show of the new dinnerware one of the Avoxes found.”

Having been friends with Tigris for so long, and dating Coriolanus over the last few years, you weren’t privy to their financial woes, but you never pushed your own family’s wealth onto him.

“I promised Grandma’am I would help prune her roses tonight.”

“Oh, you softie. Better not let Arachne hear you have a heart, Corio. Word might get out.” You poked him in the bicep, teasing smile on your face.

Coriolanus rolled his eyes, pressing his lips to your own before parting ways.

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The room was alive and the chatter was loud when you stepped into the meeting hall for Dean Highbottom’s announcement and the reaping.

Having spotted your boyfriend and fellow classmates, you marched over, heels ponding on the marble floor.

“Oh, there she is. Your Coryo has been lost without you.” Arachne quipped, flute of posca in her hand.

“Well, at least someone cares about me. Can’t say the same for you.” You bit back, Coriolanus choking on his own posca as he wrapped his free arm around you.

Felix Ravenstill, who had just been at the buffet table, openly laughed at your remark.

“Now, now, children, let’s not ruin the mood.” Clemensia teased, giving a warm smile to you and Coriolanus.

“This lamb is scandalous; you guys have to try it!” Felix said, sucking the juice of his finger.

You made a face, stepping closer to your boyfriend as Festus chided Felix for his lack of manners.

“Hey, we’re here for the Plinth Prize, right?” Felix asked, setting his now empty plate on the tray of a passing Avox. “Because I heard my father mention that Dr. Gaul is here.”

You felt Coriolanus tense at the mention of the head Gamemaker. “What? Why would she be here for that?”

The group shrugged, Arachne catching the attention of the group as she chided the family of the hour, who had just strolled in. “Why the face, Y/N? Not a fan of your boyfriend’s friend?” She asked, smirk on her face.

“He’s not my friend, Arachne. I simply tolerate him.” Coriolanus spit back. “He’s District.”

You softly jabbed your elbow into your boyfriend’s ribs, noticing Sejanus was walking over to the circle.

“Hi, Sejanus.” You greeted him with a friendly smile, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. “Made it to the reaping.”

“Yeah, for once.” Festus added, earning a chuckle from Felix and Arachne.

Sejanus smiled at you, though his voiced a reply to Festus. “Yes, and you made it to graduation, Festus. We’re both shocked.”

You hid a smile in Coriolanus’ arm, Arachne’s questioning about the Plinth Prize garnering your attention.

“Now, now, I’m not going to ruin my father’s news. I know no one here actually likes him, but they do like his money.” Sejanus spoke, looking at the red-lipped girl. “You know what that’s like, right Arachne?”

Before anyone could reply, Dean Highbottom called the room to attention, and the anthem began playing, signaling everyone to take their seats.

You slipped into a chair between Coriolanus and Clemensia, tucking your cheek between your teeth. Coriolanus took your right hand in his left, twisting the ring on your pointer finger mindlessly.

“Good luck, Coryo.” You whispered, though you knew he was a shoe-in to win the Plinth Prize.

He didn’t reply, seemingly in a trance as he stared at Dr. Gaul.

“Clem,” You whispered, leaning to your other side. “Why you do think Dr. Gaul is here? The reaping doesn’t usually require her attendance.”

Shrugging, Clemensia had the same look as you. “Maybe something special for the tenth anniversary?”

You pondered that thought, only for your questions to be shut down when Dean Highbottom and Dr. Gaul announced that this year, the top 24 students would be mentoring a tribute. “The best mentor will receive the Plinth Prize.”

“What?” You asked, the sudden question capturing the attention of the students around you. “What do you mean best mentor? The best mentor will be the one who’s tribute wins the Games!”

“Miss Rosewing, mind your manners or I will demerit you on the spot.” Dean Highbottom spoke, silencing you.

Coriolanus’ knee was shaking, a telltale of the anxiety coursing through him. His family was depending on the Plinth Prize to keep there apartment, to afford food, to survive.

Arachne, who was just as distraught as you, spoke up this time. “What if I get the pathetic runt girl from one of the poor districts like 8 or 12? They’ll die in two minutes just as they did last year!”

“Now, now, Miss Crane, your role,” Dean Highbottom spoke, gesturing to the two dozen Academy rouge uniforms seated in front of him. “Is to create spectacles out of these tributes. Victory is only part of the considerations for the Plinth Prize. Your future rests on this last project.”

You heard Coriolanus swear under his breath, his hand moving from your own to on your knee, something to ground him in the moment.

“Oh, one more thing,” Dean Highbottom added, grabbing a small index card form his desk. “If you are caught cheating and giving your tribute an unfair advantage, you will have no future at all.”

You all sat in silence as the reaping played on the large screen in front of you, some cheers rang out from students who got tributes from the first few districts, though Sejanus’ outburst at getting a tribute from his home district broke the tension.

“District ten boy, Y/N Rosewing. Girl, Arachne Crane.” You hummed, looking at the boy in the screen.

“Oh, you’ll Iike this one, Miss Crane.” Dean Highbottom smirked from his spot. “District 12 girl, Coriolanus Snow.”

You snapped your neck to look at your boyfriend, who wore an unreadable expression on his face. “Coryo,” you whispered, sorrow in your voice.

He was one of the first out of his seat when the group was dismissed, and you were quick to follow.

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Behind a pillar out front, you found Coriolanus staring out into the main road, watching cars go to and fro, silent.

You stepped next to him, looking up at his face. “It’ll be okay, Coryo.”

“Hah,” he laughed bitterly, looking down at you. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. You can just go back to your fancy house and and maids and full kitchen. I needed the Plinth Prize, Y/N.” He spoke, pure anger in his face.

You were taken aback, not used to seeing this side of Coriolanus. “Then make sure you show that tribute how to win the Games.”

“How?”

“You saw her sing when she was up on that stage. Give the Capitol a show. A reason to want he to win.” You suggested. “We have time to meet with the tributes tomorrow at the zoo. Figure out what she’s good at, then use it to your advantage, Coryo. Use it to win.”

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You were livid when you walked into the zoo, seeing your boyfriend in the cage with the tributes- the animals.

Lucky Flickerman was talking to them, and you nearly burst a blood vessel when you saw their linked hands. This was not what you meant when you advised your boyfriend to figure out what Lucy Gray was good at.

Once the cameras and microphones were out of the way, you marched over to where the two were still talking. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Lucy Gray looked between you and Coriolanus, who had half a mind to have a sheepish look on his face. “Who’s askin’?”

You looked her up and down, in the bright dress Arachne likened to a clown the previous day. “Did you force him into that cage? Get your little friends to threaten him?” “Hey, Y/N, she didn’t do anything.” Coriolanus spoke up, stepping between the two of you even though there was a gate in the way. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

Lucy Gray’s lips formed an O, and she had an apologetic look on her face. “I wasn’t aware, I do apologize.”

You hummed, taking one last look at your boyfriend before heading over towards Arachne and your tribute, water bottle in hand.

“Tanner,” you smiled, passing the water bottle between the fence posts. “Do you need any medicine, are they feeding you?” You asked, kneeling to get some bread out of your bag.

Your tribute, Tanner, was grateful and kind as you two spoke, a stark contrast to Arachne and her tribute, Brandy, who she was teasing with water.

“Arachne, watch-” You began to advise the girl, though her tribute was too quick, and in the blink of an eye all Hell broke loose.

You watched in what felt like slow motion as Brandy smashed the glass bottle into Arachne, piercing her in the neck.

“No!” You cried, moving to cover the wounds with your hands. You vaguely felt glass poking and breaking skin in your hands, and gunshots from the Peacekeepers.

Arachne wasn’t a friend, but she was a classmate, someone who you had spent most of your life sitting around. You tried to save her, but the blood gurgled up and out, life draining from her eyes.

“Arachne, hey- don’t, it’ll be okay! Someone’s coming, just hold on!” You cried, aware of arms pulling you off of the deceased mentor.

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Coriolanus was discussing getting a guitar for Lucy Gray when he heard the noise.

Looking over, he felt his heart shoot into his throat when he saw Arachne, you, and a mess of blood on the ground. “Y/N!” He called, trying to evade the Peacekeepers between the two of you.

The tributes were ushered back against the wall of the cage, the public and mentors ushered out of the zoo.

Coriolanus saw the dead tribute on the ground, and you were on top of Arachne, hands to her bleeding neck. “Let me go, that’s my girlfriend!” He begged the Peacekeepers, their hold on him unwavering.

He finally broke free of their grasp when one of the tributes threw a rock over, and Coriolanus darted over towards you, pulling you off of Arachne’s body.

“It’s okay, hey, look at me.” Coriolanus walked the two of you away from the scene, all while you were still in a panicked daze.

“Can you hear me?” He asked, moving some hair out of your face. “I need to know you’re with me.”

You finally met your boyfriend’s eyes, breath slowing down a bit. “Arachne- she-”

“I know, I know.” Coriolanus felt his heart break at the look on your face. “Deep breaths, okay?”

You nodded softly, taking a few shaky breaths, looking down at your hands.

Coriolanus followed your gaze, frowning when he saw a few pieces of glass in the palms of your hands.

He led you over to one of the medics, who seemed to be the zoo’s veterinarian. “She was cut trying to save our classmate. Can you help?”

The vet nodded, having you sit on the ledge near him. “I don’t have any morphling, this will hurt. I apologize.”

You nodded, still breathing heavily from the adrenaline leaving your body. Coriolanus stood next to you, rubbing your upper back and keeping an eye on everyone around.

“Will she need stitches?” Coriolanus asked, frowning when he felt you wince as a larger piece of glass was taken out of your palm.

Nodding, the vet pointed to a small section under your thumb. “Only here I believe. You will want to get this looked at in a proper hospital. Make sure no infection is present.”

You nodded once, looking away as the vet began threading a needle to stitch your skin.

Coriolanus fished a water bottle out of his bag, unscrewing the top and offering it to you. “Dr. Gaul better just call off these games. One tribute is already dead, what is the point?”

You hummed, thanking the vet as he finished stitching your hand. “I don’t want to think about the Games right now.”

Nodding, you and Coriolanus slowly walked back to the Corso, back to the Snow penthouse.

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