#He's still acceptably unhinged
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WAIT BIG BRAINED THOUGHT:
Sam does smth stupid hoping Dean won't find out.
Someone rats Sam out to Dean.
Sam gets in trouble and a lecture from Dean (bc Dean is a parent and he is Sam's parent I will not accept criticism on this matter).
Later, Sam makes a group chat consisting of everyone who could have told on him to Dean and just sends this video:
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester is sam winchester's parent#and i will be accepting NO criticism on this matter!!!!#dean raised sam and in my heart i just know that its smth they dont really talk abt but they both 100% know and acknowledge it#and sam (the annoying little brother/kid) that he is to dean definitely calls dean 'mom' sometimes especially when hes being a little shit#but sam also loves his big brother and appreciates everything deans done and given up for him#so every year dean gets a pie and a little homemade card on mother's day and father's day from sam#when they were younger sam would give dean the card and actually say 'happy mother's/father's day dean' but once theyre older sam starts#sneaking the pie and card into dean's room or leaving them somewhere he knows dean will find them and neither of them say anything but dean#always gives sam a soft smile and usually a hug too before they continue w/ their day like its any other#the year dean spends w/ lisa and ben while sam's in hell/running around soulless ben makes dean a father's day card and dean gets all teary#and thanks him but then later when hes alone he just breaks down sobbing bc it just remimds him that sammy is gone#even when sam was at stanford and not really talking to dean he still sent dean a short message (text email voicemail whatever) on mother's#and father's day but now hes gone and dean wont even get that#btw dean def saves all of the cards sam's made him over the years and once theyre in the bunker he keeps them all in a special box that he#hides under his bed and he'll pull it out and look through them when hes having a bad day alongside the box of pictures <3#i did not mean to go insane in the tags here but oh well#enjoy my silly post and unhinged rambling ig
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Bold words from the man who answered "I don't know" when asked by his mentee how to face an unexpected challenge lmao
#Unpopular opinion but as unhinged as chris is I think he's the best mentor among all of them#For one he didn't try to force his ideals onto the kids he's mentoring#But instead showed them how to better their existing assets and guided them towards solidifying and chasing their vision#Tbf noa also attempted to do that but way more passively#He didn't offer any actual advice he was just there like 'get better physical stats and be rational. That's it'#Ok maybe I'm being unfair since I think noa's overhyped#But still#I will not accept his slander of chris#Blue lock#Blue lock spoilers
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i'm going to SCREAM
#tm#you don't get how UNHINGED this makes me it's SO#like he's been out all day trying to track down this missing kid (as part of her case too; to give her another avenue against volker)#and they have their little catch up and at first he's concerned (she's been at this all day and now into the night too#and he GETS it - in a way maybe other people wouldn't - but he doesn't want her to burn herself out; he wants her to be careful#maybe he's about to tell her a version of 'get some sleep')#but then she talks about amanda and it makes me NUTS because she does NOT ask for his help#she doesn't ask him to stay; to read the files with her; to 'burn the midnight oil' with her#she's just...stating her case; explaining why this means so much to her; and he listens; he takes it in; and he makes the choice to help#to sit in this with her and to help her work through it#and i just -- neither of them will ask the other for help (yes i know she did at the end of the last episode the context is different ok)#but they're both so quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) desperate to help each other it makes me sick#it's so interesting to see how they deal with this as the show goes on....idk how to explain it but like#when jane needs help he closes himself off; he keeps secrets and he schemes and he lies ('let me help you' 'you're sweet')#because he's trying to keep the people he cares about - the people he never planned on caring about as much as he does - safe#even as he shares more with lisbon (and sometimes the rest of the team) he still doesn't share everything#because that puts them at risk#and that's what lisbon used to do to - in the earlier seasons she put up walls when she felt vulnerable; and she still does in some cases#but with this case especially she's much more accepting of help - she relies on her team (not that she doesn't usually)#and she's practically an open book to jane - in this scene most of all - she lets herself be more vulnerable#(and open to suggestions/ideas she might otherwise scoff at or reject)#idk idk it's very interesting but this scene makes me so wacky there's something so soft and tender and understanding about it#the way there's no spoken acknowledgement - no 'i'll help' or 'thank you' - just the silent understanding that they're in this together#because they're partners#(also the way he picks at the rest of her food - the 'done with this?' the only thing they say - and the framing through the window#is still somehow very domestic it's like my perfect scene)#spinning my wheels hard i'm not thinking clearly i just love everything about it
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failed state
#stream#itâs still very fucking funny#did we know this was going to happen#yes#are we surprised#no#does it still suck#yes âŠ#but do i care ? even less so bc trump was going to win the election whether or not heâs prosecuted like yall đđđ#itâs ok to accept it nobody is voting for miss biden after that fucking debate đđđ#liek trump yes .. saying heâll do insane shit ⊠but that insane shit is at least DIFFERENT like all biden is doing is saying#âwe will maintain the same policies & better .. :)â like ok but those policies suck u know that right like we all hate those policies & want#u to do something different & u r adamantly stating that u r going to keep doing what ur doing like bro just fuckin LIE even#thatâs the WHOLE POINT#WE KNOW THIS#ITS JUST THEATRE#& trump excels at it đđđđ#itâs literally promises of âany unhinged change vs no change at allâ like ppl r going to go w change simple as lol#heâs done nothing to gain back support heâs lost đđđ#the fall of the dems
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My internet was messed up (again) (yes, the wire was cut outside again) đ Hopefully it stops. Now. I'm tired of technicians coming into my home and also my writing time being Disrupted.
#ainsley.txt#aaaAAAAUUUUUUUGH#I think it's intentional because the lot owner enforced a $55 increase in rent#as an amenities fee because now he's providing internet and tv to everyone#Even if people didn't Accept the internet/tv they still pay for it#But that's just My Unhinged Theory đ«Ą#I know I can just write in LibreOffice but I like using Ohwrite đ
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Dickbea JayDana timtam I will always love u
#ppl saying the girls deserve better to ignore black women again el oh el#yâall will say Babs deserves better but still acknowledge that they dated so what now.#also timtam specifically irks me#bc itâs fandom thinking tim is reliable actually who am I kidding we know damn well they didnât read that shit#anyways tim infantlizes tam and thinks he has to protect her#which he does physically#only for her to pull out and socially save his ass while LOVING the thrill of it all#well not the almost dying but sheâs having FUN!#and fandom went âheâs so right she canât handle itâ#Like hello did we read the same oh no we didnât NEVERMIIIIND#also it runs in the foxfam#pretending ur so normal and then being an adrenaline junkie#theyâre who yâall think Duke is#Duke fully accepts who he is and so does everyone around him yâall are just too racist and scared of acknowledging the racism that goes into#the normal hcs to acknowledge it#anyways#yeah Jace Iâm so sorry baby you realized who u were before everyone else and ur family shit on u for it#JUST TO TURN AROUND AND COPY YOUUUUUU#oh he Steph and Helena need to TALK lmao#CAUSE PLEEEASE#anyways my point is black girls can be just as unhinged lmao#not everyone is Amber#and no hate to Amber I donât watch that show#just noticed the stuff people shit on her for is how yâall act all these black love interests are like#sidenote#damidjinn i like aesthetically#but i hate that TT run#but also i could create an environment so toxic#itâs not toxic just stupid kids being stupid#not even stupid theyâre both coming from sheltered backgrounds exploring being people for the first time
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Honestly, viewing Ford & Fiddlefordâs relationship from the perspective of a Gravity Falls citizen is kind of crazy because, itâs the early 80s & this elusive, out-of-towner scientist has been working & living by himself in a secluded woodland cabin for like 6 years & then, all of a sudden, this southern scientist guy joins him &, on occasion, they start showing up in town together, going to the carnival with one another & eating at the diner together amongst various other activities.
As the months pass, the cracks in their relationship begin to show, even to outsiders, all the while coinciding with even stranger occurrences than normal. Unexplained beams of light emanate from their shared cabin, gravityâs pull on the Earth lessens, causing people & objects to float in midair at random intervals & the scientists themselves seem visibly sleep-deprived, on-edge & paranoid.
This escalates to them having a very public & highly volatile argument at the local diner they frequent, in front of numerous other patrons. Theyâd see Ford storm off & curse Fiddleford under his breath, tossing a ring into the lake. Theyâd see Fiddlefordâs desperation & fear, as he hopelessly urges Ford to accept the thesis (which, to them, just look like various non-specific papers) he painstakingly put together for him, pleading with him to abandon their project.
Then, with no warning, the southerner just disappears, only to reemerge years, if not decades later as a crazed recluse. The main scientist, however, heâs still showing up in town, but this time around heâs different somehow, heâs wild, unhinged & downright masochistic. He wreaks havoc on the townsfolk & upon himself as he harasses law enforcement, strips naked, eats live spiders, & even becomes an early adopter of the âtramp stampâ &, is overall, a general nuisance.
After causing a bit of chaos, he just straight up disappears for a few weeks until he announces that now he gives guided tours of his lab & has a mullet. Nearly all of this happens before the Society of the Blind Eye has properly formed too, so unless Fiddleford was just going on mass mind erasing sprees in his spare time, thereâs no way people forgot about this, at least not immediately.
In conclusion, all of this just looks like an extremely messy breakup, which, is partially true, lmao.
#rambling about these two sorry#back on my bullshit#gravity falls#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#media analysis
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Yandere self-aware Jason Toddânot as unhinged and violent as you'd think
Yandere Jason Todd first met you when he was simply a strong-headed, innocent Robin. He was incredibly curious and happy to have a friend who was with him throughout all of his adventures. He didn't know if you were a god or simply a delusion. So he just called you his imaginary friend. Whenever someone caught him talking to himself, he'd just say that he was spending time with his friend.
Yandere Jason Todd who became obsessed with you during his time with the Joker. It was the only way he was able to maintain a shred of sanity. He knew that this was real to him, and to some extent, this was real to you. So he'd watch your expressions and listen to your worried words. It felt like you were protecting his soul from being fully corrupted by the batshit crazy party clown.Â
Yandere Jason Todd still treated you as his friend when he was revived. He writhed in pain and called out your name, something he learned when you were talking to one of your 'friends'. Friends? No, he was your friend. You've been together since the beginning. That one was just fake. They wanted to hurt you. He needed to save you, but he was stuck here with burning lungs and blurry vision.
Yandere Jason Todd feels so vulnerable in front of you. All of the cruel things he has done, and you still stick with him. He's afraid that you truly are a delusion. If you are, he doesn't want you to ever go away. He hates it, but he loves it so much more. He can't help but look up at you and ask if you forgive him. It's so pathetic. He knows it is. He just can't let you leave, ever.Â
Yandere Jason Todd hopes that he can have a family with you someday. He doesn't exactly have Bruce or anyone else. He fucked up all of his romantic relationships. He looks even more fucked up. He's so unlovable, and yet you look at him in a way no one ever has.Â
The family doesn't need to be big. It can just be you and him. You can have pets or children. Jason would probably suck with both, but you can teach him!
It keeps him up at nightâthis dream, this fantasy of his. It keeps the traumatic demons from overtaking his mind and sending him into CPTSD flashbacks accompanied by panic attacks and destructive, violent fits.Â
Yandere Jason Todd who is done with this bullshit. You have rescurrections, time travel, and gadgets that look like they could only exist in sci-fi. They have all of this, and he still can't find a way to get to you!Â
Yandere Jason Todd proposes from within his world. He begs you to accept him as he is. He spills his heart out. It's his last chance at happiness. He can't not take it. The real question is, do you accept? Are you willing to face the consequences of accepting or rejecting him?
#dc#dc comics#yandere dc#yandere dc x reader#batman#dc batman#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere batboys#jason todd#yandere jason todd#jason todd x reader#yandere jason todd x reader#yandere headcanons#dc x reader
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CALL OF THE SEA / PART FOUR
pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, violence, kidnapping, angst, blood, 141 are still mean pirates ): kind of, very brief mentions of death masterlist
When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.
There were no ifs, ands, or buts about sleeping arrangements. Price, the Captain that he was, would have it his way, and his way was keeping you secured in the stuffiness of his own quarters.
It was uncomfortable, the way you shared the bed with him. He was a large man, much larger than you, and his bed only had so much space to fit the two of you. In the midst of the nights, youâd feel his leg brush against yours, or feel the soft rumble of his quiet snores from where he laid beside you.
It was far from ideal. As much as you hated it, it was an upgrade from your cell down in the brig. Priceâs bed was softer, more plush, and it sank you in every time you slept on it. The situation was no better, but it wasnât any worse, either.
The downside, though, was that you were just as much a prisoner as you were in the cell. Price made it known that you werenât to leave his quarters under any circumstance.
They brought you meals in rotations. Sometimes Soap would show, cracking a horrible joke that left you rolling your eyes. Or sometimes itâd be Gaz, who hardly spared you a word of conversation, though you could see the faint glimpse of pity in his eye.
Then there was Ghost. A pure enigma, darkened by shadowy demons that were hidden beneath his mask. He never uttered a word to you, nor looked at you. He did his bidding by slapping down a bowl of poorly made stew and immediately making his exit before you could get a single word in.
Price wouldnât bring you your meals, though you convinced yourself it was because he was avoiding you. You thought his original plan of having you sleep in his quarters would be for something diabolical and sinful, yet he made no effort to touch you nor get to know you. It was nice, knowing he wasnât there to do things against your will, but it was also confusing, wondering what his real plan was for you.
It was as if sleeping with a wall, which you werenât sure whether to be grateful or not. These men were far from people you wanted to be a part of, but the desire for a friend was beginning to outweigh your spite.
You were an outcast aboard this ship. Secluded from the world, and isolated from the only people you were surrounded by. It was a dreadfully lonely life to be living. Your only friend was the sea, and even that was something you were torn away from, locked away in the quarters with only a small window to offer a view of it.
The door of Priceâs quarters barged open, disrupting you from your woe. None of them ever bothered to knock. They were savages, bred with no proper manners in the presence of a woman. But really, you werenât a woman to them. You were labor. An inconvenience.
âGet up,â Ghost grumbled from his stand in the doorway, hand knuckling the rusty knob. âGoinâ shoppinâ.â
âWeâre on land?â you asked, standing from Priceâs cot. Ghost grunted in response. âAnd Iâm to⊠join you?â
âYou need supplies, donât you?â he gruffed, eyes narrowing in on you. âDonât make me change my mind.â
The door abruptly slammed shut, leaving you alone in the quarters once again.
Land? They were allowing you to join them on their journey to land, to aid you in getting supplies necessary to work as a proper medic? It seemed surreal, yet bittersweet.
Gaining new supplies set your position on their crew in stone. They intended to keep you as theirs, and only trusted you enough to let you get off of the ship under their watch.
Yet, youâd be able to feel the grass between your toes once again. To feel the summer sun soaking in your skin, to hear the chatter of villagers fill your ears. Youâd feel the liveliness of people apart from these heartless, savage pirates.
Youâd be able to escape.
If you remained clever, you could leave the hands of Captain Price and create a new life far from their ship. This was your one and only opportunity to venture towards the life you always wanted for yourself.
You appeared as neutral as ever when you left the quarters to join the four men where they stood, clearly speaking amongst each other. You couldnât show the rushing adrenaline coursing through you, not if you wanted to get away alive.
âAch, there ye are, dove,â Soap huffed in annoyance, grabbing hold of your bicep to surge you towards him. You collided with his side, knocking the air out of your lungs. âYer with me.â
âStick with Soap,â Price ordered. His glare sent chills down your spine. âYou are to get what you need under his watch. Try anythinâ funny and he wonât be so kind with you.â
âSheâs fine, Cap, no need to worry. She wonât do anythinâ silly. Ainât that right, dove?â Soap beamed, a touch of crazy leering down at you.
The plan in your head was beginning to feel too soon and too dangerous. You could only swallow nervously, giving a firm nod in return before they helped guide you off of the ship.
The town was lively around you. It was nothing like your home. Where you had grown with the quiet chirps of nature and gentle conversation, you were now greeted with an angry bustle of rushing townsfolk, brushing past you as if you were a ghost.
You felt out of touch with your surroundings. Others were dressed in fresh fabrics, altered to their frame. The women were pretty, hair unmatted and braided to frame their lovely faces while the men were covered from head to toe with the finest of coats.
Not all were as fortunate. There were a select few you caught glimpses of as you passed who were as dirty as you were, shoeless and hopeless. Begging for scraps of food or cheap coins, only to be spat on like the scum of the Earth.
You were no different. Next to Soap, you looked like a helpless, little mouse with dirty bags of fabric that fell loosely on your body, with your feet blackened from the lack of cover. It was utterly humiliating.
Soap kept a solid grip on your arm as he led you through the heaps of shoppers. He kept his eyes forward, scoping out any possible threat. You could see the hardwired focus geared in his brain, as if working on pure muscle memory.
âPretty neat of a place, aye?â Soap asked, attempting small talk. He glanced over at you, wearing that boyish grin of his.
âItâs wonderful,â you replied, taking in the sights.
You meant it. Shops lined every corner of the dirt paths, windows displaying pretty dresses or tailored suits. Where you expected the town to look depressing, you found color, filling you with a warm dose of serenity.
This was a town you could grow to love. It was busy and loud, but the opportunity seeped out through every corner, calling your name. Your freedom rang out like a bell, offering you a place for your dreams to come true.
You had to escape if you truly wanted it. Your plan would have to unfold, even if it meant being patient.
âYer bound to see a whole lot more towns better than this one, dove,â Soap boasted, grinning with pride. âYe will grow to accept us one day.â
You stared up at Soap while the two of you walked. It was a shame, really, that he was the only one decently kind to you. Kind was far too generous of a word to describe any of these men, but it was the closest thing to what Soap was being towards you.
He was still a pirate, though.
âI am not so sure of that,â you confessed, unsure of why you did.
âAch, ye will. The rest are secretly a bunch of softies,â he claimed, waving a dismissive hand. âWeâre still human even if weâre pirates.â
âYouâve kidnapped me,â you stated.
âMm. Yes.â
âYou burned down my home,â you continued.
âPerhaps.â
âYou killed my people,â you finished.
âYou know nothinâ of what we do, dove. How about we keep shoppinâ for ye and stop worryinâ about the past?â Soap asked, not unkindly. He was surprisingly composed despite your accusations.
You stared at him for a moment longer before looking away. There was no point in arguing when the plan was to escape the moment you had the chance. Today would be the last day youâd ever have to converse with Soap and his men, if you played your cards right.
âYouâre right,â you said quietly. âI apologize.â
âThere ye go, dove.â Soap returned to smiling, giving a mocking pinch to your grimy cheek. âNow, what all do ye need?â
Soap made escape increasingly difficult. His hand remained secure around your arm for every shop you went in, keeping you by his side. It was as if he had a secret sense that let him know of your plans. Or perhaps he was following Priceâs orders.
He stuck with you with every purchase. You gathered herbs, freshly made medicines, and a new book and quill to jot down notes in a journal. Soap allowed you the pleasure of collecting expensive items, unwavered by the prices.
He paid for them in gold, little round coins heâd slap on to the counter and leave behind without waiting for the shop tenant to gawk at such a rare sight of payment.
It wasnât until you passed a clothing shop did he falter. His steps had stopped, eyes peering into the window. You stopped with him, dissecting his reaction.
âSorry, dove. Makinâ a stop for myself,â he stated, tugging you into the shop. To your surprise, he let go of your arm, leaving you standing near the entrance. âStay put. Iâm trustinâ ye, so donât make me regret it, aye?â
Your heart pounded in your chest as you gave him a nod. He threw you a beaming smile before stalking off into the store, disappearing just out of sight. You remained firm in place, hands clasping in front of you.
The pit in your stomach twisted from the nerves that wracked you. This was your moment, your only chance of escape. If you didnât take it now, you may never be lucky enough for another one.
As if fate was sealing itself, your eyes caught sight of a group of guards walking past the store, wooden rifles at the ready on their shoulders. They were speaking amongst themselves, oblivious to your inner turmoil from where you stood in the entrance of the shop.
A quick glance behind you showed that Soap was still occupied, unbeknownst to your plan. You could only see the top of his head, the messy mohawk sticking out like a sore thumb.
With the opportunity in front of you, you took it.
You moved slowly at first. Unsure, cautious. But once you made it out of the shop with Soap realizing, you amped your speed. Your dirty bare feet clambered clumsily along the dusty streets, digging into the little pebbles that littered them.
The dull sting of pain as you sprinted to the guards was disregarded. It was nothing compared to the ache of freedom you desired.
âHello!â you shouted, garnering their attention. They turned, eyeing you with a judgmental glint at the state of you. âPlease, I need help!â
âWhat can we do for you?â one of the guards asked, suspicious. His eyes were set on your feet, which were caked with months of filth. âA lass like you shouldnât be out without a chaperone.â
âYou donât understand,â you gasped, catching your breath from the anxiety that rattled you like a drum. âIâve been kidnapped byâ by pirates and Iâve only just escaped. Please, I need your help, or they will take me back.â
âPirates?â The guards perked up, glancing between one another as if sharing a secret you were unaware of. âHow many pirates, lass?â
âFour,â you explained. âThe Captainâ his name is John Price. He is the one that took me from my village and I have been imprisoned on his ship for so long, I do not recall the days. Will you help me?â
You were frantic. Desperate. It showed in the way your voice shook, the way your frame shivered with nerves.
âIt is not,â Guard Two said to his companion.
âIt is,â Guard One said, the one who had spoken to you first. This time, they spoke to one another rather than to you, as if you were invisible. âThere is only one Captain Price. It is 141.â
Guard Two looked over at you, face set firm. His eyes were piercing and cold, and it made you shrink down into yourself. They were not welcoming or kind like you expected a guardâs to be.
Guard One fumbled in the pocket of his britches before pulling out an aged paper. On it were the faces of the pirates with the exception of Ghost, covered by his signature mask. All of them were plastered on the page with a bounty over their heads, as well as a promise of exile for their arrest.
Execution. The pirates would be executed publicly if they were caught. The punishment was inked in bold letters beneath their pictures, and each letter was taunting you with the blood that would be spilled on your hands for turning them in.
An unsettling guilt began to gnaw at you. You were unsure of why. Captain Price and his crew had stolen you from your home and made you their medic. They had you sleeping in a cell for nights uncounted, eating slop out of a bowl like a dog.
Yet, to kill them was much too burdening on you. They were mean, heartless, and unworthy. Yet, death was unkind. You were not so shallow.
âIs this what they look like?â Guard One asked, holding the paper in front of you. It was undoubtedly them, down to every detail.
âYes,â you confirmed, though not as confidently as before. There was now a weight in your tone, as if holding back. âYes, thatâs them. Youâ you will kill them once you find them?â
Guard Two laughed, though it was bone chilling. There wasnât a hint of warmth in it, only distaste and rage. âOf course. Theyâre to be hanged for their crimes. They are savages.â
He took a step closer to you, leaning down to your level. His aura was threatening, and you could feel yourself cowering away. âYou must tell us where they are at once. We will help you once we have captured them.â
You took a step back, deflating. Everything within you told you that you made a mistake. If you went through with exposing their whereabouts and having them captured, their deaths would be because of you. You would be a murderer.
âIââ You swallowed, clenching your clammy hands into nervous fists. âI do not know where theyâve gone. I ran away as soon as I could.â
âNot a problem,â Guard One gruffed, taking hold of your arm, just as Soap had done before. Now, more than ever, a part of you wished it was Soap rather than the guard. âYou will guide us to their ship.â
âPlease let go of me,â you murmured brokenly, covering the guardâs hand with your own to pry his fingers off. They didnât budge. âPlease.â
Your pleas were shadowed by their greed. You recognized the look in their eyes, and it scared you to the bone.
Bloodthirst. They were hungry to capture the pirates, hungry to be the ones to guide them to their impending death. It was not about helping you. It was about the handsome reward they would receive for turning in the most wanted criminals of the sea.
You began to panic. The air in your lungs felt weak, and you could feel the world around you closing in.
This was not the outcome you wanted. You simply wanted your freedom, yet it would come with a cost that you werenât sure you could afford.
You did the only thing you could think of doing. Your fist collided with the guardâs face with a nasty crunch, causing blood to spew from his nose like a spout. It speckled on your dirty cheeks, tainting them further.
The guard let out a shout, releasing your arm. When his companion attempted to make a grab for you, you bolted, legs carrying you back to the shop Soap had been left in.
Chaos ensued from behind you. You could hear the clamber of guards, racing after you, yelling profanities in the air. The townsfolk stopped to observe, women placing their hands over their mouths in bewilderment, men torn between watching or intervening.
It was a commotion you never planned on starting, and now, all eyes were on you.
Soap came into sight from in front of the store. He looked focused and angry, eyebrows pulled together, jaw set taut. When he locked in on you as well as the guards behind you, there was no relief. His eyes were as intense as the guards had been, if not more.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry,â you sobbed pathetically, but he gave you no chance to pause your running.
Soap grabbed your hand in his, lugging you along the dirt paths. He swerved the streets, pulling your arm harder every time you fell behind. You struggled to keep up, spots of blood dotting the ground beneath you from the newly open wounds from pebbles that sliced open the soles of your feet.
You were pulled into a narrow alleyway with Soap, out of sight from the guards. Soapâs large hand shoved your head, urging you to crouch down behind a row of barrels that crowded the alley.
Your heart was nearly lurching out of your chest from your hiding space. Pounding footsteps raced past the alley, a cloud of dust filling the air and burning your nose. Voices could be heard shouting nearby, but not close enough for you to make out what they were saying.
Soap and you stayed put, his hand muffling your mouth, body smothering yours. He held his breath, ears listening in for the guards.
After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps grew farther away, voices fading into the wind.
âI trusted ye to stay put, dove,â Soap whispered, voice full of anger and betrayal. âIâve been nice to ye. Why couldnât ye just stay like I told ye?â
You whimpered into his hand, low and depressing. You felt defeated. Your fate was undetermined more than ever before, and you feared what the pirates would truly do to you now that you went against their word.
âCâmon,â he huffed, letting go of you and standing from behind the barrels. He grabbed hold of your arm, hauling you up and keeping you in his grip.
Soap crept the two of you through the town, slipping through every crack in the buildings to remain unseen. If people saw you, they remained silent, fearful of the pirate amidst their town.
The closer the two of you got to the ship, the more your heart sunk to your stomach. You were wracked with terror, horrified of the punishment youâd endure. The only thing you could do is let Soap string you along like a puppy on a leash.
âWe need to go,â Soap barked at Price. The other men had long returned from their shopping, only awaiting your arrival with Soap. âNow.â
Gaz fluttered away without question, preparing to undock the ship and leave no trail in the town behind. Price and Ghost, on the other hand, were far more concerned.
âWhat the hell happened?â Ghost asked, voice gruff and dark, eyes narrowed on you.
âDove tried rattinâ us out,â Soap hissed, throwing a glare your way. You shrunk in his hold, avoiding his eyes and bowing your head low. âGuards are lookinâ high and low. They know weâre here.â
âFuckinâ hell,â Ghost grunted, leaving the three of you to aid Gaz in prepping the ship for sail. He walked with a looming shadow over him, black and scary, oozing out the mist of pure acrimony.
Price stood tall and terrifying, arms crossed over his chest, the lines of his face firm and tight. He stared at you with a guise of disappointment and resentment, and if looks could kill, you would surely be one of their many victims.
The Captain took a step towards you, leaning down to your height. His hand grabbed hold of your face, fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to look at him. His eyes were glaring, stabbing you with millions of daggers.
He shifted your head from side to side, inspecting the specks of blood that dotted your face. He was silent, making everything much more unnerving, and when he let go of you, he spared you not another glance.
âTake her to the cell,â Price ordered Soap. âWeâll deal with it later.â
Soap nodded grimly, tugging your arm aggressively so he could guide you to the brig doors. The sight of them made you sick, and you fought in his hold, which did nothing but make you look like a fool.
âStop squirminâ,â he hissed, irritated. Seeing him without his signature smile made your chest fill with sickening guilt, and it twisted your insides in a painful knot.
The cell welcomed you when you stepped down familiar stairs. It was a slap in the face, seeing it once again, and you wanted nothing more than to take back everything youâd done and apologize to Price until he let you back into the comfort of his quarters.
But there was no going back. The deed was done. This was your price for freedom, and before it was handed to you, it had been snatched right out of your hands.
Soap shoved you into the cell with enough force to ensure you went inside, but gentle enough to make sure you didnât topple over. Even now, when youâd betrayed his trust, he didnât aim to hurt you. The pill was suffocating to swallow.
The cell shutting behind you rattled through your ears like a deafening shriek. The lock clicked, and Soap made no effort to move, not yet. Instead, he stood there, eyes boring into you through the bars of your cage.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. So, you stood shamefully, staring at the floor beneath your aching feet.
Something clattered on the floor, and when you shifted your gaze to find it, what stared back at you was a pair of shoes. New, unworn, and pretty. For you.
Looking up at Soap, his expression was unreadable. He no longer looked at you. He seemed just ashamed as you did. It was as if all the anger he had before had diminished, and he now looked like a hurt boy, betrayed and ridiculed.
âI hope they fit,â he said quietly. While you stared at him, he was now the one avoiding looking at you. âDidnât know what ye liked.â
Soap turned on his heel, trudging up the stairs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He made no effort to look back at you, to study your stunned expression. Instead, what greeted you was his back as it filtered through the brig doors, shutting behind him with a loud slam.
You looked back at the shoes, careful when you picked them up. They were bland in taste, yet the prettiest thing youâd been gifted in your life.
Soap trusted you to stay while he went to surprise you with a new pair of shoes, and you had only gone behind his back out of fear of his pirate crew that had taken you from your home.
You felt no better than a pirate.
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I like the idea of Astarion not becoming too soft after the events of the game. Like he is in general a little friendlier and not so angry. But I think he never loses that sharp tongue and propensity to fuss when he's inconvenienced. He has his beloved, and they always get the best of him, and certain people are acceptable, but strangers can go to the hells. Part of this is because he's still deeply suspicious of strangers, and he does continue to work on that.
This is because, though I do love his softer side, I also appreciate the weird, chaos gremlin that he is and don't want all his edges sanded down. Like this man, if you're in a tavern and someone says something untoward to you, will straight up reply with something unhinged and if they don't back off he's flashing fangs and pulling out a dagger.
And he's not above a little tactical whining if he feels like he's been ignored. Though he does try to give you space, but sometimes he feels very lonely.
As time goes on, there's less anger and more mischief. He's convinced your neighbors that he hates that their house is haunted somehow. And you just sigh because at least he's not threatening to burn it down with them in it like he would've when you first met him.
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Try Me
Vox x Female!Reader
Summary: You still have a few lessons to learn when it comes to teasing your boss.
Warnings: NSFW (18+), dub-con (kind of) INSPIRED BY THIS POST
Vox deserved a pat on the back for his patience. Truly.
You were relentless, hovering in his periphery, making him tense in anticipation for the next bullshit you were about to pull. First it was lingering touches on his hand when you brought him his coffee. Then it was bending over right in front of him in the conference room, enough for him to glimpse the pretty red and blue thong you were wearing underneath. But really, the cherry on top was the way you "accidentally" tripped on your heels, conveniently falling into him. One manicured hand dragged down his chest, the other down his thigh, right beside his straining cock as profuse, insincere apologies spilled from your lips.
Suffice to say, he was at his fucking limit. His self restraint was impressive, but not infinite.
"Mister Vox, where are we going?" You frowned questioningly as you scurried to keep up with his fast paces.
"A new office just opened up on the next floor," he hummed. "I figured you'd like to take a look at it before deciding if you want it."
"Oh, really? That's great!" You grinned, before it faded into a puzzled look. "But, why didn't you just tell me the room number? Not to pry, but you seem busy today, and I'd hate to distract you from your work."
Vox's smile strained, a low electric buzz emanating from his speakers. "Not to worry, my dear. I'd really rather show you myself."
You blinked innocently. "Well, if you insist."
He sent you a promising grin, but otherwise remained silent.
The walk to the "empty office" dragged on excruciatingly. Even if the whole floor was actually empty, he wanted to keep up with the facade you both were playing at, and not shove you into the first room with a door that he saw (even if he really, really wanted to) .
"Here we are," he announced cheerfully. The room was actually the most expansive one on the floor, completely furnished with a modern work station, a built in gas fireplace, and plush velvet couches. You barely took a step inside, eyes wide with awe, before he grabbed your neck, slamming you against the wall as he kicked the door closed with his foot. It locked automatically.
"Tell me, did you have fun?" He sneered, tightening his grip when you didn't respond immediately.
"I-I'm sorry, I don'tâ" you winced when he pressed closer, before choking out. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really?" He smirked dangerously, eyes wide and unhinged, before a clawed hand travelled down your waist. The tearing sound of your clothes made you gasp, your torn skirt falling uselessly to the ground as he greedily inspected your underwear. A slender finger hooked under the waistband, before letting it snap back against your skin.
"Red and blue stripes," he snorted. "A coincidence?"
"Fuck you," you spat, but there was an excited glint in your eyes.
"Oh, you will," he chuckled darkly, before grabbing you and roughly forcing you to kneel beside the desk. He took a seat on the office chair, grinning wickedly as he spread his legs leisurely. "But you're going to have to earn it first, doll."
Your mouth watered, hands grasping greedily at his knees, before sliding up to his crotch. Vox groaned when you slid your fingers over the edges of his cock, just barely missing where he really wanted them. You repeated this action a few more times, watching with satisfaction as his brow twitched in mounting frustration, before he finally snapped, grabbing your chin harshly and forcing you to look up at him.
"Fuckin' tease," he growled, baring his teeth. "You're going to regret that." His voice took on a deeper, more electronic tone at the end of his sentence.
"Will I?" You smiled coyly, making his grin widen. Challenge accepted.
In one smooth motion, he unzipped his pants and dragged down his underwear, making his pulsing cock spring up from its confines. Vox grit his teeth when the open air hit it, overly sensitive from your constant teasing.
You stared at it with wide eyes, mouth open as you took in the electric blue lines running up his shaft in a technological design, all leading to the weeping blue tip. Your warm breath puffed on the feverish skin, making him close his eyes in concentration, regulating his breathing.
"Something wrong, sir?" You asked innocently, and he almost busted on the spot from just that title alone. Here you were on your knees for him, and yet he was the one under your control. Oh, the irony.
"Not at all," he growled, fisting a handful of your hair at the back of your head, before shoving you forward onto his cock.
And holy fuck, the way you opened your mouth so obligingly, like you were waiting for this momentâlike you'd practiced for it. He had to stab his own leg with his claws to control himself. Coppery blood ran down his skin in small rivulets.
You moaned deeply around his cock, the vibrations making him throw his head back with a gasp. "F-Fuck."
You glanced up at him knowingly, your pretty eyes batting at him as your lips slid up and down his dick. Then you swirled your tongue under his shaft, and wasn't that something. Vox let out a guttural sound that he didn't even know he was capable of, barely able to keep eye contact with you as he guided your head on his cock.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he panted, legs trembling with the effort not to cum. He needed to teach you a lesson, after all, and he couldn't do that with a limp dick.
Then, you did something that made his vision fucking white out. You started to swallowâand good god, he couldn't keep this up anymore.
He shoved you harshly off of his dick, your mouth leaving with a loud pop.
"Brat," he bared his teeth, before clawing violently at your shirt. The thin material didn't stand a chance, fluttering off in shredded ribbons. Then he ripped apart your bra, making your round tits bounce out. His jaw dropped a little as he stared at them, his cock twitching in longing. Fuck, was any part of you not perfect?
"Hey," you protested, glaring at him indignantly. "Those were expensive."
"I'll buy you ten more," he said distractedly, before pulling you up to stand. Your hands gripped the edges of his backrest, tits hovering inches from his face.
"I think it's time we give these," his hands came up to grip them, squeezing them playfully. "A little love, hm?"
To your amazement, a glowing blue tongue poked out of his mouth, curling around a pebbled bud. Your jaw dropped in ecstasy, unable to take your eyes off of the surreal view of Vox licking at your tits, red eyes flickering up to meet your half-lidded ones. You pushed closer in a silent plea for more.
"Ah, ah," Vox retracted his tongue, making you whimper from the loss. "Behave, or this stops now."
You nodded quickly, staring down at him pleadingly.
He let go of your tits, unsatisfied. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Yes, I'll behave," you whispered desperately.
"Yes, what?" He sneered.
"Yes sir," you cried, moaning loudly when he grabbed a hold of your tits again, tugging you closer.
"Good girl," he grinned wickedly, before his tongue was generously laving over your tits, swirling attentively over your nipples.
"A-Ahhh," you sobbed, struggling to stay still as his hand squeezed and massaged your mounds.
"Thought you could tease me and get away with it? You fucking slut," he growled, harshly sucking a nipple into his mouth. He released it after a few moments, digging his claws into your flesh. "Or maybe, you wanted this to happen," he grinned knowingly, making you shiver. "Oh you did, didn't you?"
He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear, "Sweetheart, if you wanted me to split you open on my cock, all you had to do was ask."
Your breath hitched as he grabbed your hips, turning you around and shoving you onto the desk. "Hands above your head." He ordered firmly.
You obediently laid your palms flat on the surface, above your head. Your breath quickened in excitement as you felt his hands grab your ass, squeezing tightly and spreading your cheeks.
"Fuck," you heard him curse, before slender fingers crept between your thighs, rubbing gently. Your legs trembled as he easily slipped in a finger, pumping it a few times before slipping it out again.
Unable to hold back your curiosity, you turned back to look at him, only for your breath to stutter at the sight.
Vox had his eyes closed, long tongue swirling around his middle and index fingers like a lollipop. Your unmistakable slick dripped onto his tongue, and he greedily swallowed it with a contented sigh.
"Fucking delicious," he grinned, leering at your trembling form. "What, too much for you to handle?"
"Try me," you gasped, making his eye widen, electricity sparking from it.
"I'll make you beg for my cock," he laughed dangerously, before disappearing between your legs.
You barely had the chance to process what just happened, before a strangled scream left your lips, your hips shoving further into his mouth.
"Shhh babygirl," he pulled back, squeezing your ass gently. "Wouldn't want someone to hear, now would you?"
"No sir," you bit your lip, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
"See? This is why you're my favorite," he chuckled, giving your pussy a rough pat. Then he replaced it with his warm tongue, and your eyes rolled back in your head.
He flicked it gently over your clit, pulling back to lather over your dripping hole, before circling back teasingly. You shuddered, tears freely streaming down your face as you moaned softly. A tight pressure was building in your stomach, growing closer and closer to snapping the more attention he showered you in.
"V-Vox," you gasped out. "IâI'm gonnaâ"
He pulled away abruptly, making you whimper pitifully. Your hips canted towards him desperately, trying to chase your high, but he only moved back.
"What, did you think I was going to let you cum on my face?" He laughed mockingly, digging his claws into your ass. "After what you did today? Not a chance."
He pressed you further into the desk, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Nah, a bitch like you needs to be taught a lesson."
Your mouth fell open as he pushed into you in one smooth motion, the ridges of his cock stretching you out painfully as he settled in deep.
"You're going to learn what happens when you misbehave," he punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust, making you choke. "You should be happy I have so much patience, or I would have fucked you right there on the conference table in front of everyone."
The mental image of him fucking you shamelessly in public made you moan, your hips wiggling further onto his cock. He growled, hands sliding up to hold your wrists down.
And then he started pounding into you. And you screamed.
"What's wrong? That pretty little mouth got nothing to say now?" He panted, gritting his teeth as he closed his eyes. "Where did all of that fight go, hm?"
"F-Fuâahnâyou!"
"Sweetheart, I'm balls deep inside of you right now," he rolled his hips to prove his statement. "Try again."
"V-Vox, please!" You sobbed, cheek pressing into the surface of the desk.
"Tell me what you need, babygirl," he grinned.
"I-I want to cum," you hiccuped, vision blurring from pleasure.
"Aw, do you? I don't know about that," his grin widened, claws tightening on your wrists. "Do you really deserve it?"
"Please sir," you begged, turning around to look at him tearfully. "Please let me cum on your cock."
His grin faltered at the pleading look in your eyes, his screen tinting red as his teeth clenched. "Fucking brat," he gritted out, before his pace sped up, a clawed hand reaching down to rub tight circles over your clit.
Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as your eyes crossed, his dick splitting you open just like he promised. The coil in your stomach built up once more, stretching tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, your vision going white as you shook uncontrollably.
"Vox!"Â You cried, waves of pleasure cresting in your stomach, intensified by the fact that he was still harshly pounding into you.
Vox's breath hitched at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, screen glitching in euphoria. His thrusts lost their steady rhythm, instead hammering into you erratically as he chased his own orgasm.
Vox's claws dug gouges into the desk as he groaned your name, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside of you. You shivered weakly at the feeling of his thick, warm cum filling you up.
When he'd finally spent everything he had, Vox pulled out of you gently, making you both gasp at the feeling. You heard the sound of a nearby drawer opening, before a wad of Kleenex gently wiped you dry. When both of you were adequately cleaned, warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you against a comforting chest. He sat you both down in the office chair, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head.
"So? Mister Vox," you glanced up at him teasingly. "How was that?"
"Pretty fucking hot, babe," he laughed, squeezing you tightly. "Seriously, great idea. But I'm picking the next one."
"Yeah, yeah," you snuggled deeper into his chest, yawning tiredly. "Do you want to watch a movie when we get back home? I saw this really cool thriller trailer yesterday and I think you'll like it."
Vox smiled gently at you, closing his eyes as he pulled you closer. "Sure doll, anything you want."
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So I just watched Panda Redd's new video about how the Joker accidentally made this genius chess move by killing Jason and can't be touched by Batman
so what if Bruce was just a little more unhinged by it
Joker needs funds kidnaps Bruce Wayne takes him to a hide out
Joker then makes the mistake of being alone with Bruce and in the course of insulting the Bats, insults the memory Robin (Jason Todd)
Bruce, who for the last few months lost his son, almost lost Dick from it, had Barbara shot and paralyzed, her father his friend James Gordan kidnapped and tortured, and has been taking out his grief on the criminal underground because he couldn't get Justice for Jason and it started this spiral, just snaps and goes full John Wick on his ass
Bruce: Go ahead and tell, but no one will believe you. Getting the crap beaten out of you by Gotham's Brucie Wayne, who would lose in a fist fight with a fly? You'll just seem like even more of a joke than you are.
Hours later Bruce turns up a few miles from the warehouse in a new suit from a hidden stash and explains to the police how Batman rescued him
Police see the bloody mess of the still somehow breathing meat pile that is Joker and accept it because he was going around bragging about killing Robin and Batman has been getting more violent towards criminals lately honestly the guy had it coming
so like a few years later the Joker tries to rob a gala and freezes when he spies a familiar face Bruce with his stupid Brucie smile that doesn't touch his eyes
Bruce: Oh did somebody hire a party clown?
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norris55s chaotic texts series
a list of all my chaotic texts and works in progress.
i write for any driver included on the masterlist. you can make requests on my ask box, although it might take me a while!
lando norris
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n and lando are unhinged.
chaotic texts chaotic texts pt. 2 chaotic texts pt. 3 chaotic texts pt. 4 chaotic texts pt. 5 - the tortured poet's department edition chaotic texts pt. 6 - the broken nose gate edition chaotic texts pt. 7 - the miami gp win edition work in progress
the situationship texts: the one where lando and y/n arenât dating, but theyâre unhinged together
the situationship pt. 1
the group chat chaotic texts: the one where y/n is so unhinged, lando and his friends have to assemble to handle her
work in progress
oscar piastri
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n is a bit of a lunatic and it rubs off on oscar.
chaotic texts chaotic texts pt. 2 chaotic texts pt. 3 work in progress
carlos sainz
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n matches carlosâ silly, or the other way around.
chaotic texts chaotic texts pt. 2 work in progress
charles leclerc
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n's and charles' messages could probably get them admitted to a psychiatric ward.
chaotic texts chaotic texts pt. 2 - the lec ice cream shop edition chaotic texts pt. 3 - the leo leclerc edition chaotic texts pt. 4 - the monaco gp win edition work in progress
the group chat chaotic texts: the one where charles' girlfriend, y/n, goes crazy when drunk, and he recruits help to handle her.
the group chat: y/n tends to go missing, but charles has his friends to help him, right? the group chat pt. 2: charles goes missing for a change and y/n needs the help now.
max verstappen
the original chaotic texts: the one where max and y/n became insane together.
chaotic texts chaotic texts pt. 2 work in progress
the f1 drivers situationship chaotic texts: the one where max drives for red bull, y/n drives for ferrari, and they both drive each other insane
the situationship: max and y/n are more than friends but can also be insane about each other the situationship pt. 2: max and y/n keep being insane about each other, but won't accept it the situationship final: max and y/n get their shit together, but still act insane
lewis hamilton
the original chaotic texts: the one where lewis tries to understand y/nâs wild mind
chaotic texts
george russell
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n and george are mental, but they're each other's.
chaotic texts
logan sargeant
the original chaotic texts: the one where loganâs american triggers y/nâs madness.
chaotic texts work in progress
alex albon
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n is crazy about bullying alex.
chaotic texts
daniel ricciardo
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n and daniel are mental together.
chaotic texts
sebastian vettel
the original chaotic texts: the one where y/n is out of her head, and sebastian kind of likes it
chaotic texts
pato oâward
the original chaotic texts: the one where pato and y/n love each otherâs crazy
chaotic texts
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đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ_ your memory kept haunting Coriolanus Snow, so he found the way to end his exile. Itâs a new era, but the same old feelings between Coriolanus and you keep causing scandals. Although, you are not ready to let go the pain he caused to you.
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Red, blue, red, red, yellow, green, green, pink.
Every color is correctly marked. A nurse smiles with some papers on her hand before she dissapears.
You can get dressed again. The color test was done, your vision was okay.
Purple and green bruises are scattered across your skin. Some appeared on your inner thighs. Two on your knees and one on the ribs from the day you collapsed after the post-Hunger Games celebration. You sigh covering your skin with a long floral dress. The reflection of yourself on the mirror salutes you with a tired, broken and sad face. It makes you force a smile, pretending more people were watching you. The room in empty though.
âEverything is fine. Your body is responding well to the shots.â A doctor asks as soon as he walks in into the room.
âThe only thing that worries me is your mental health. Have you been stressed or has anything happened to you that could be considered a traumatic experience?â
The pointe shoes soaked in blood. The unstoppable bleeding on your feet. The late nights with panic attacks and over thinking. That young blonde man and the songbird together. The night on dressing room, how your hand burned after slapping the man so hard. The shock of all the events surrounding your life two weeks ago. How you lost control, your head spinning, blurred vision, heart pounding, numb arms and how you felt the oxygen was leaving. All the things you did for someone who never deserved you, making you shatter, fainting as soon as you finished dancing.
âMiss y/l/n⊠Are you okay?â The distant voice of the doctor breaks your bubble. You shake your head in disguise before turning away from the mirror, facing him and smiling politely.
âYes, Iâm fine. I was very stressed, yeah. Working with the production of the Hunger Games. My artistic performances, last days at the Academy. It was a lotâŠâ the doctor sighs, annotating something. He then handed you the paper.
âIâm giving you some treatment for that. And please, you have to be careful and calm. Only that way the medicine will help everything to work hereâ he points his head. You nod, accepting the paper.
After that, you leave the private hospital. Trevor is there, your chauffeur and friend. He smiles, opening the door for you.
âThank you, Trevorâ he starts the car soon after.
âIs everything okay?â You nod, looking at the bright day at the Capitol.
âI just need to relax and eat well.â Trevor had trimmed his hair. It made him look younger, making you smile at the memory of him saying his wife was his hairstylist.
âGood. Oh, I received a call from your mother. This womanâŠuh, Dr. Volumnia Gaul? She wants to see you at the Univeristy todayâ you frown to look at him confused.
âOh? So⊠Can we go now?â He nods, turning left to start the route. Meanwhile, you wonder what could she want. You made your part, the games had a higher amount of viewers compared to last year. You engaged with the production and the celebration was at full capacity. Your little accident even made it more attractive to the media. Appearing on the papers and magazines across Panem.
And after everything, you still wanted to keep dancing. Or else range would consume you.
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Itâs the first time you step inside the Capitolâs University. Itâs very similar to the Academy, but the floor tiles are green and white. Thereâs a lot of white, cream, golden and black decorating the halls and long stairs.
Since itâs summer, most of the building was empty. Only some of the staff, and very few people who seemed like students. You see they dress very elegant. Some women wore hats with feathers or flowers. The men wore classy suits and you genuinely thought you would fit in.
You couldnât wait to have some sense of normality as a Univeristy student along Clemensia and Lysistrata. Your only close friends left. Well, also Festus and Sejanus. At the time, you didnât event know your dear friend was dead.
What seems like the private office of Gaul has a red door. Inside, she had a laboratory, smaller but weirder than the one you had seen before. Full of dissected creatures, tanks and crystal containers with unknown chemicals.
Some steps further and you see her desk, where she is collecting some folders and putting them away in some shelves.
âGlad to see you breathing, miss y/l/nâŠâ somehow you found the humor to smile coldly.
âAs you can see.â You reply standing perfectly correct.
âBy this point you should know what happened to Mr. Snowâ goosebumps make you shake your shoulders slightly, you nod again.
âHe was exiled. Twenty years. He lied to me and did not said a thing about cheating on the gamesâ
âIndeed. However this morning, I just discovered he bribed a woman to be sent to District 12.â You bite your tongue to hide your fury. A hot feeling invade your chest in rage. But you just breathe, failing to not show discontent.
âThatâs not any of my business anymore.â Even Gaul seems taken aback. However, she doesnât say anything, she just keeps pulling away the pile of folders.
âWell, since it seems you both parted ways⊠I must share that Iâm deleting any record or data related to the 10th Hunger Games. Too many things happened before, during and after the games. Things that would compromise the reputation of the whole organization. Including me, the Academy, the mentors, you and Mr. Snowâ honestly, you donât know what to say. You just frown slightly, demonstrating how confused you were. But you also understood with half of the context. The death of Arachne, Coriolanus and his odd ways to make his songbird oustand, the rebel attack, Lucy Gray Baird winning from cheat. And the things you didnt know like Sejanus entering the arena.
However, you stick to your parentâs advice. You have to think about you and anyone else.
âI understand. But I did my part. I completed my task so I hope this decision doesnât jeopardize my grantâ she smiles. Dr. Gaul secretly believed that you and Coriolanus Snow could rule Panem together. In a sick and evil way, so she really hoped her dark intentions would work.
âOf course not. We had a deal. The views went up this year. You brought a new vision for the promotion that Iâll hardly let go.â The ambition started tickling you. Making you roll your tongue inside your closed mouth, at the verge of opening it and talking.
âGood.â
âIn fact, you would be a nice option to become head of the promotion and relations team.â From the last games, you realized the director only gave instructions but he rarely did the dirty job. You liked having some power over the games. And now, a childish and unjustified resentment towards District 12 made you smile as Gaul offered you a new job.
âIs it a possible option to be working in behalf of my motherâs institution?â
âYouâre very smart, y/n y/l/n. You are going further than Mr. Snowâ your smile only grows, knowing you are nit being correct. You are letting the rage and resentment to guide you. You will make your last name shine brighter than your parents did. Just to rub it in the face of certain blonde who was now exiled. Probably savoring the country life of District 12.
âI just want to make my familyâs name bigger than it already isâ the woman giggles, taking out a red envelope and handing it you.
âI assume youâll pursue the arts as youâre speciality. But if you want to get involved with the production, marketing and relations. You are taking politics and some lessons with meâ when you look down at the envelope, the golden logo of the university is greeting you. Itâs the admission letter.
âI expect to see you here by the end of the summerâ you nod, thanking her.
And as you walk outside where Trevor is waiting for you, you have a cocky smile. Feelings like things could go better. You donât even remember the doctorâs appointment you were in before coming to see Gaul.
âŠ
Your soft hands gently brush against his forehead. Coriolanus had chills, he hadnât had fever since he was 15 years old. But your hands are so soft even when they feel cold as ice. He just knows heâs in his bed. In his rottening penthouse. He can see a slightly blurred image of you, wearing a green dress, your hair in a braid, a golden necklace, dark purple lips. He canât hear your words, but you are talking to him, spreading some cream across his chest, immediately he felt the mint soothing his cough and pain. He mustâve said something funny, because he can now see clearly your face, gorgeous as always. And he can clearly hear you laughing.
Coriolanus wakes up smiling. And he realised he was dreaming.
He was in a small and creaky lower bunk bed. Sejanus sleeping in the upper bunk. The sun hasnât come up. And heâs a peacekeeper in District 12.
Itâs been weeks since he left the Capitol. And since day one, you seem to be haunting him.
Current dreams of you, swearing to be hearing your voice. It makes him want to call you every single day. But he doesnât. He was able to forget about you when he was in the peacekeeper training and duties. When he was with Lucy Gray any trace of you was gone. But as soon as he had a moment alone, he would remember everyhting about you.
He missed you. Painfully a lot.
Every Friday, he had been sending the letters. He hoped your mother would hand them to you. But Coriolanus knew you too well to know you likely would not be reading them. Nonetheless, he was letting himself to write the most vulnerable pieces of him, putting his heart on each word and phrase. Hoping that by the time his exile was over, you would have forgiven him.
When the sun came up, he was up along the rest of the boys. Sejanus gives him a friendly smile and theyâre out exercising and doing jobs all day long. During his break, heâs able to seat in an old bench, with a beautiful view of an open green field.
Thatâs when he dreams of seeing you there, dancing or simply standing there with a sundress. Like the ones you used to wear on summer when he visited the house your parents had in District 4. He dreams so hard that he swears seeing the skirt of your dress swaying through the trees. And thatâs when he knows heâs so fucked up.
But thatâs long forgotten after the break is over. And by the night, heâs on the biggest bar of the town. He sees Lucy Gray singing something new. He honestly never understood the meaning behind her songs, but he was enchanted by her do what she loved.
After her live presentation, a big projector was introduced. They started playing the weather with Lucky Flickerman. Which made Coriolanus miss the Capitol so bad.
âTheyâre probably waiting for some women. Thatâs why the always start that thingâ Lucy Gray said, appearing by his side and pointing at the projector. He smiled at her.
âTo see women?â She nodded, grabbing a glass of cold water.
âYou know how are men around hereâ with no tv around, no ostentatious lifestyles, men could get excited with little makeup and satin gowns. Coriolanus was disgusted by many mannerism of the 12. He had heard and seen many disapproving behaviors. But he was happy to be able to find some peace along the songbird.
âYes, I know. Whatâs that thing by the way?â When Coriolanus turned around to see the old projector, he almost choked after seeing the big logo appearing.
It was the summer fundraising charity of your mother. Another luxurious gala to help the constructions of the Capitol after war. However, that wasnt the most impressive part for Coriolanus. Seconds after the recovered from seeing something directly related to his past, you appeared in the projector, entering the stage and getting in pose to start a performance.
Lucy Gray Baird was in shock. So if she was surprised, the men all around the bar where cheering and whistling.
There you were, with curled wet hair, metallic bronze makeup, wine lips, golden bracelets on your arms. But it was the attire. A two piece set that let your legs and stomach show off. With bare feet, and two elegant knives, one in each hand. Your cocky smile was back. And it was ruining Coriolanus Snow.
He literally jumped from his seat, leaving Lucy Gray to cross the river of men and properly see you.
She knew you had broken up with him. And that relieved the songbird, as she felt like she could let her feelings for Coriolanus flow freely. But seeing the boy literally hipnotized as soon he saw you, it made her feel uneasy. Deeply she knew that Coriolanus wasnât over you. And no matter what, you were a sensible subject for him. That not even herself could ever test.
But he kept going. Each step meant hearing them say how good you looked, the places where theyâd put their hands on your body. It boiled his blood.
But finally, the dance killed him. Because maybe for the capitol you were still elegant and classy. Their eyes would publicly appreciate your art, and privately let their mind wander with your half naked body. But for people from the 12. It was like throwing a piece of meat to lions in starvation.
With your hips swaying tentatively, pointed feet and letting everyone know how flexible you were. That sassy look on your face that Coriolanus was feeling too personal. It was like you were saying âlook what you lostâ.
He was used to see you in pastel tutus, hair in a bun. Not this goddess ritual dance type of thing. The music was very different, something very uncommon in Panem. He really wants to punch every man in the room. He sees how most of the women in the bar see your graceful image with disgust. And Coriolanus couldnât blame them. But it made him remember that he had lost the right to call you his. And that intrusive thought made him automatically think he wanted to go back home so badly.
Your sensual and meticulous steps keep going, the knives making him remember the folk tales of women dancing with sharp objects to show fertility, honor of their kingdom and to seal a manâs faith. Every minute more desperate for Snow, whoâs over the edge of hearing men say plenty of things about you. But soon, the music stops with you arched, pointed feet, your curls kissing the stage, the knives perfectly pointing like a clock.
Coriolanus doesnt miss your evil smile. He can sense you are changing. And he remember all the pain he caused you, making him sigh in resignation. His desire of going back for you only growing.
âIâm sorry I left like thatâ he explains to Lucy Gray. She notices how quick he drank his beer. She was a woman after all, she knew the effect a fine female could have on men. Especially on the man who was their lover. The one that probably hurt her and left her, ending their history in bad terms.
âItâs okay. I told you she was very pretty beforeâ Coriolanus learns that Lucy Gray was not being sarcastic that day at the zoo.
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It had come to the point where he couldnât run away from his thoughts. Coriolanus was borderline obsessed with your memory. He constantly wondered how you were doing. He had to ask Tigris every time they talked to see learn anything about you.
For the first time, since he left the Capitol, Tigris shares that she had talked to you.
Coriolanus was surprised to hear that the reason you gave about the breakup was only because he cheated with Lucy Gray.
You didnât said a word about him the lies, the last argument you two had. You only say that his songbird was special. And that you stopped to be what he needed.
Which was heavily mistaken. Some days before he accepted that you were the only thing he needed to keep going. He imagines a fake scenario where you came to the 12 with him. You find a humble home where you wait till his training is over. The lake where he spent hours with Lucy Gray and The Covey couldâve been hours with you. Talking about anything and everything. He wouldâve come straight home to you when the training was over. Make love to you, promise to fight for a higher position, possibly as a commander one day and marrying you. And soon the years wouldâve passed, his exile would be over and you would go back to the Capitol with him. Maybe some children along.
But that would never happen. And his delusion was starting to make him find a way to go back where he belonged.
He questioned if his urges where for power, or to get back with the woman he loved.
Whatever the reason was, a lot of people would pay the price. First were the daughter of the mayor and her partner, then the man who had the decency to hide the gun he used to kill those two. Who also happened to be his alleged best friend.
His hands trembling as he pressed to record Sejanus. But he knew there were high possibilities of being heard. And that way, he would go back. He would find you and slowly start again.
The death of Sejanus would haunt him for a long time. He knew he was a close friend of yours, which made him get chills, uneasy to decide what could be your reaction to the news. Either way, it was done. The heavens had to have heard him. He was offered to serve in District 2, gain some money and he could easily take the train to see you if anything.
But Lucy Gray had other plans. And Coriolanus wasnt even sure of what he was doing. Probably in his rambling and panic after everything he went through as a peacekeeper, one side of him wanted to run away and never see back again. To forget about his decisions as a mentor, to forget about his decisions as a peacekeeper and to forget about you. That way he would never have to face all the pain he caused you.
After some hours of walking, Coriolanus should have seen the signs.
âEveryone in the Covey are really good dancers. But I donât think itâs my thing. I just have my voiceâŠâ Lucy Gray said, holding her bag tightly. Coriolanus only smiled, remembering how bad the songbird was when he tried to teach her how to waltz.
âIs it like⊠exclusive in the Capitol?â
âI think so. Today thereâs only one institution, the mother ofâŠâ he goes quiet, realizing what he was about to say.
ââŠy/n?â She asked, almost nervous about mentioning your name. But in reality, she wasnt. After Coriolanus nodded, they just kept walking in silence.
âHer mother founded it?â
âIt was her grandmother actually. Mine knew her, and they were kind of friendsâ he said smiling, trying to look away from Lucy Gray so he couldnât see him smiling.
Once you leaned Coriolanus was financially struggling some years ago, you ended up visiting him for the first time. That day you learned Grandmaâam was friend of your family before your mother was born. And that only made her appreciate you faster. Which made Coriolanus happy. Finally seeing her grandmother to let go the days of the war and any crazy ideas that stayed on her mind. All thanks to you.
âGrandmaâam even started planting pink roses for her.â It slipped out automatically, he couldnât control it.
âSheâs like inkâŠâ Coriolanus missed the point. But after some minutes of silence, he understood what Lucy Gray said. Which resulted true. Metaphorically, you were the brightest tint heâd ever seen. He let that ink fall and splash everywhere, leaving stains on him that probably would never leave.
And finally, Lucy Gray Baird fell to her end in the shallow woods. Hunted like a prey. By a broken man who decided to stop being good. Who was losing his mind for the pieces of a woman he let go so easily.
That changes like the destination of Coriolanus.
Heâs going back to the Capitol. With tiny sparks of hope. But firmly believing that everyhting was meant to happen like that so he could go back to you.
However, as he came closer, Coriolanus realized he was lost. He had no idea what would await for him. And what version of you would greet him.
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There isnât an exact period over the Capitol that canât be considered as autumn. The summer was practically over, and winter was already happening. Coriolanus had to wait longer than expected to get into University. In the meantime, he accepted the money from the Plinth family. He decided to get ahead of time. He used the last hot days to get Tigris and Grandmaâam back to the penthouse. He bought the whole building and in two weeks the whole place was renewed. There was only one thing he couldnât get rid of. The living room and entrance olive paint you brought. He painted the halls, dining room, studio and kitchen in a dark blue paint. But he wasnt able to get rid of the memories he made with you. His old self was long gone. But he had his supcisions that the version he was for you would never change.
However, he decided to stay afar from the public eye for that month after returning from exile.
Tigris said she hadnât seen you. But that was okay. He would soon enter to University. He was going to see you there.
Eventually the day came. He gets rid off Casca Highbottom and then he walks towards the big and imposing University of the Capitol. He had a driver now, but he thought it wouldnât be bad to use the mornings to walk.
In his first hours inside, he has private lessons with Dr. Gaul. Already mentoring him to be a game maker. She kind of suspects he was involved with the sudden death of Highbottom. But for some reason, Gaul has a lot of hopes in him, so she would easily act blind to keep her plans to keep going.
After that, Coriolanus starts looking out for you. He crosses the big seminar rooms and other halls. Until he is able to locate the arts building. Itâs smaller but probably the most interesting. With a beautiful barroque facade. As soon as he enters, he sees a group of girls holding large canvas with beautiful paintings on them. Then, some steps later he spots two guys trying to carry a sculpture. Coriolanus believes that kind of modern art was the future of the Capitol. He had to admit the arts building was fully alive, he even forgot he was still at the university.
Coming down from some stairs, he sees two girls. A red haired and a tanned with black leotards and floral skirts are giggling. They seems like dancers, he doesnt think twice. Heâs already approaching the girls.
âExcuse me, ladies. Do you know by any chance where I can find y/n y/l/n?â The girls look cheekily at each other, before smiling at him. Which makes Coriolanus wonder what type of rumours had been flowing around about you and him. Since mostly everyone knew the last Snow heir was dating the daughter of the kings of PanemÂŽs television industry.
âSheâs rehearsing a class for new students. Itâs on the second floor, youâll hear the musicâŠâ he thanks the tanned girl before going upstairs.
She wasnât lying. He started hearing the classical piano music. He can hear some distant and low cheering. The whole floor is full of dancers. Itâs a long hall, to the right, a big studio, with a classical mural, chandeliers and the most giant mirror heâd ever seen.
The people outside the studio see him with curiosity. But he only has eyes for the ballerina dancing all across the studio.
There you are, with a coral tutu, baby pink leotard and thighs. Your pointe shoes seem new. Your cheeks look so pink and your smile is there.
He has to understand that you have become popular enough to have your own fans. Some rumors said that your mother was offering master classes at the University. And he couldnât help but think how much your familyâs name have growth since he left.
He lost count of many turns you did, but you finish cleanly, offering a beautiful view of your tutu wadding. He canât stop smiling.
People start a round of applauses. He debates whether to get closer or not. He doesnt have any speech prepared. He doesnât know what to say to you.
âCoriolanus?â When he turns around, he sees Clemensia Dovecote there. Her old study buddy looked older, but not in a bad way. He saw the scales on her skin. But he didnt had to ask, he knew it was because of the rainbow snakes. It just seemed weird to see her short sleeves but turtleneck, rather than her trying to cover all of her face.
âClemensiaâ he greets her. Clemmie was probably your female best friend. It wasnt a surprise that suddenly the woman seemed to dislike him.
âSince when you returned?â He looks back at you again. As the music keeps playing, he just smiles. He know the way things would now work. With no how are you questions or anything like the past.
âSome weeks ago.â Clemensia looks like sheâs analyzing every movement and word of him.
âWhy are you here?â Her hostile tone only makes Coriolanus to act more relaxed than he already is.
âI made the promise to come back for y/nâŠâ the woman stares at him, probably taken aback.
âShe doesnât need this, Coriolanus. She canât have thisâ Clemensia had visited you at the hospital. She learned most of his lies towards you. She knew you didnât deserved to fall again. And especially not because of him.
âI know, Clemmie. I wonât be a burden for herâ the music stops, and Coriolanus decides that itâs not time to talk to you yet. So he smiles once again to Clemensia.
âI hope so. Because you already failed her onceâŠâ his smile drops. Clemensia dissapears to get inside the studio. Coriolanus stares at you one last time, before he silently walks out.
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Before you can reach your glass of posca, a porcelain plate with your food slides on the way. A soft piece pile of fried little steaks, with melted cheese and a golden sauce of mushrooms dripping. Your stomach churns and it makes Clemensia laugh.
She had a salmon fine cut with caviar and other exotic stuff. It was a beautiful afternoon to have dinner at one of the most elegant restaurants of the Capitol Downtown.
âBless your food.â
âBless your foodâ you reply back to her.
âSo, How it went the rehearsal?â You roll your eyes giggling.
âIt was great, until the girls taking the masterclass appeared to see meâ your father was right. After working in the production of the 10th Hunger Games, many doors opened for you. Splendid career opportunities here and there. Only that you didnât enjoy a lot of attention.
âAre they still at the Academyâ you nod.
âRich girls who can make their parents pay the classes of courseâ Clemensia smiles, drinking a little bit before getting back to eat.
âCoriolanus was looking for youâŠâ you literally stopped eating. You almost drop your fork, but you decided to hold it firmly.
âWhat?â
âApparently heâs back.â She reveals. Making you close your eyes in panic.
âHow? He was exiledâ you say whispering. Clemmie shrugs.
âGaul. Heâs her pupil star. And with Dean Highbottom dead nowâŠâ it mustâve been great for Coriolanus to learn the man was gone. Always putting him in the lowest, it was a mark for change.
âDoesnât matter, I wonât let this get into my wayâ she smiles.
âWhat about what your father said?â During a late lunch, you had been talking with your parents, revealing that you broke up with Coriolanus because he cheated. Your mother was shocked, but soon she joined your father to give a twisted advice. He asked if you still loved him. You answered you werenât sure.
Then I suggest you to proceed to ignore him. Soon youâll learn his intentions if he ever comes back. Play with him a little. Show him that nobody will laugh in the face of family like ours. Let your hands get dirty, but never show this insecurity youâre talking about.
From that day, you still wake up every morning without knowing how you actually feel about Coriolanus Snow. You know you canât just simply forget about all the things you did with him. But you firmly pretended that he was in the past.
âI still donât know how I feel about him.â
âAre you still in contact with his family?â You remember Tigris and Grandmaâam.
âNot as much as I used toâ
âMhm. Did they ever learned what happened?â You sigh.
âJust that he opted to choose the songbird before me. And I know Tigris has her own opinion. I just never gave her the opportunity to share it.â
âWith him back⊠probably youâll find out sooner than laterâ Clemensia admits, leaving you thinking for the rest of the dinner.
Turns out that you are not ready to find out yet.
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The first time you see him, itâs at the gardens of the University. You had lunch and wanted to have a brief walk. Through a maze of flowers and plants, you spot him on a bench. Heâs very concentrated reading a book. Your eyes widen, seeing how much different he looked. The posture, the clothes, the hair, the cold look.
Something notoriously changed. And you have your suspicions. It wasnât a coincidence that Sejanus was gone, and Lucy Gray Baird had dissapeared.
You mourned the death of Sejanus one week. You send your condolences to his parents at the funeral. And that night you canât help but cry on your pillow. Wondering why had life slowly turned dark. In a matter of months you had experienced things you never thought you would. You lost people, you had your first heart broken. You had lost the will to do much things. But, you had to keep going. And you felt guilty, because you thought you had no right to feel like your life was hard, just for being Capitol. The districts struggled more. However, itâs not on your power to mend their lives. Just as itâs not their case to judge your life.
And now, seeing Coriolanus so firm, so calm, it makes you doubt. Sensing that there mustâve been something off about him. Something bad, like all the things he did and hid from you.
You pretend youâre looking for some papers in your bag when you walk past him. He doesnât see you though, and you thank it.
A couple of days later, you hear for the first time the rumours about him courting Livia Cardew. It makes you feel depressed. You cry out of anger as soon as you get home.
And to your dismay, the first thing you see after turning into a room for the politics class, itâs them. Coriolanus Snow is talking to Livia just beside the door.
Thatâs the first time you two look at each other again. He sees the anger, discontent and so much resentment. You see the questioning, curiosity and admiration in his eyes.
Nothing else is said because you break the gazes, you walk inside the room with your head high, and your presence is so evident that even Livia has to look at you. Taking too much time to see your beautiful heels.
A week later, you are having a good time with your friends. Festus and Lysistrata are there with you and Clemensia. You are talking all about the upcoming winter gala held at the biggest auditorium in the Capitol. Everyone is excited because itâs the great opportunity to make contacts and eat the most delicious food.
âIs your mother inviting Coriolanus?â Lysistrata asks with curiosity. You roll your eyes at the subject.
âI hope not. I havenât even spoken with him ever since he came backâ everyone knew you had broke up with him. But only Clemensia knew the details.
âWell, apparently he is courting Livia nowâ Festus mocks, making everyone laugh. Not that any of you had something personal against Livia. But she wasnât the most brilliant star at the Academy. Now not certainly at University.
âWhy Livia?â Clemmie asks laughing.
âPerhaps itâs becase how naĂŻve she isâ
âOr because of her fatherâs inheritanceâ you add.
âI donât think so. Heâs now the heir of the Plinth fortuneâ Festus remarks with dessaproval, which makes you feel angered.
âHeâs dancing on Sejanusâ graveâ your words create some minutes of silence for your late friend. Even when Festus and Lysistrata had made fun of him for being District and the ways of his parents to go up, at the end, they were friends. And now his absence had created a void.
âAmbitious and annoying. Just like his fatherâŠâ Lysistrata comments sipping on her glass of water.
âHow unfortunate. If he had stayed with you, we wouldnât be talking bad things about him behind his backâ you sigh at Clemensiaâs words.
âSpeaking of the kingâŠâ when you look past Lysistrata seated on her chair, you spot Coriolanus. He was wearing a dark grey suit, he looked so fine you had to admit. But soon you look away, the sudden memories of your last days with him haunt you.
After spotting his old friends and ex lover in a table at the cafeteria, he start walking towards there. Trying to make his first moves to go back to normality.
âYeah. He wouldâve been seated beside me right now. But he consciously choose the songbird before me. At least heâs refining himself a little bit with Liviaâ your friends turn to look at you in shock after the revelation, Clemmie only rises her brows as she sips her water silently, hiding her smile. By the time Coriolanus arrives the table, youâre gone and he curses himself for not walking faster. Festus and Lysistrata are shocked, making him furrow his brows in confusion.
âDid I missed something?â He asks.
âYou had an affair with your tribute?â Lysistrata asks back in disgust. Coriolanus sees Clemensia giggling in silence with her head down. Probably enjoying his embarrassment.
His silence meets the requirement for an answer. One that they take as yes.
âAnd now y/n knows about you and Liviaâ Coriolanus frowns ever deeper after looking at Clemensia.
âThereâs no Livia and Iâ He responds firmly. Even disgusted to her his name along the least smart girl of his finances class.
âOh but everyone believes so. That youâre courting herâŠâ he rolls his eyes, annoyed.
âIâm just talking to her because weâre partners for some stupid research paperâ the silent sipping on their drinks at the same time is ridiculous to Coriolanus. He just stares at them annoyed.
âDo me a favor and leave her alone, Coriolanus. You were gone to go to your nobody girl from 12, but I stayed and saw her struggling in that hospital bedâ Clemensia speaks confidently. Making the blonde to feel threatened.
So he realises that maybe you could have feelings for him still. And that this rumors could have weight on you. He curses himself. Even without realizing, heâs still hurting you.
âI wonât lose the girl twice, Clemmie. Have a good dayâ he says with a fake smile before leaving the table in shock.
He had to quicken the pace of his proximity with you. He had to make you see he never stopped caring for you.
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Thereâs a shattering mess of broken glasses. You quickly move away from the crime scene, looking for your pills, immediately swallowing two.
Your motherâs assistant opens the door, asking for you with concern.
âIs everything okay, miss y/n?â You turn to look a the woman.
âI accidentally threw the jar. SorryâŠâ Millie is in her mid thirties. She was your motherâs confidant, and slowly yours too. She sees the news paper in the floor, half of it drenched from the broken jar that had water. She can see the title, The Snow heir tights the knot with the Cardew family?
âIâll call the maids. Donât worryâ she says looking back at you.
âThanks Millie.â She smiles, closing the door behind.
You breathe loudly, sighing in stress. Of course you had purposely thrown the water jar because of the news paper. A portrait picture of Livia is placed perfectly aligned with one of Coriolanus. Between some paragraph thereâs your name too. But you donât dare to see why.
You may pretend to be okay to the public eye, but youâre still drowning in the same feelings you got after Coriolanus Snow revealed his lies to you.
Itâs almost like if he was still mocking you. Showing everyone how easy he had played with you. And how easy he got rid of you.
Someone had to pay. No, not someone, he. He, himself, Coriolanus Snow had to fail. Only that way you would feel slightly better. Only that way your tears would stop being for him.
The first chance you had, you would take it.
âŠ
While you loved pursuing a dancing career along the production stuff. You still had some duties regarding politics and economy. Which is why you ended up at the submissions office so early in the morning. To send a petition.
You end up at at a messy office. A man is there, moving folders and other type of papers. Thereâs three baskets that can clearly be read as; approved, denied, pending.
However, you quickly look away to smile at the man whoâs sitting behind the chair.
âGood morning.â Your smile is contagious to everyone. The man replies with a warm greeting.
âGood morning, miss y//l/n. How can I help you?â
âI was wondering if you could hand me a petition form to sendâ he nods, standing up, leaving the mess of papers behind.
âI can, just let me go and print the form. It wonât take too longâŠâ you smile again, letting him go outside the office.
As you wait, you start seeing the racks of boxes and more boxes filled with yellow and lined papers.
Your curiosity grows, making you look at the baskets on the desk.
You see at first glance some graduation petitions, letters, etc. You are still curious to see why some papers where pending. So you look at the door one last time before diving into the papers. You donât know the first students mentioned. Until you see the third yellow folder, where you can see a white strip with black letter saying Coriolanus Snow.
You open the folder, seeing what it was all about. A petition to start a political campaign at the age of 19. You frowned. He was good at writing. Even with letters he had some charm. But you know he never beated you to be precise and delicate. You always heard Grandmaâam saying he would one day be president. But you never seriously discussed it with him. Now you know it was real. And you canât help but feel an enormous amount of remorse.
He doesnât deserve it. He had lost everything once, but the way he was earning everything was through breaking you, and probably others youâll never knew about. Even when it would make Tigris and Grandmaâam happy, you slip the folder into the basket of denied. You donât feel nothing as you do it.
In fact, you offer the sweet man a smile when he comes back with the form for you. You thank him and then walk out.
âŠ
Coriolanus swears he didnât intend to bump into your father at the bank. Your father was a frivolous man, but since he knew him, he greeted Coriolanus with respect.
The blonde was taken aback when he invited him to have dinner at your house. And he couldnât say no.
Your house is the same. At least from the outside, because inside, thereâs more color. Coriolanus sees your mother. And she offers him a smile before he leans to give her a kiss on the cheek.
âCoriolanus, look at you. You look very handsome!â His cheeks warm, as your father giggles, handing his coat to a maid.
âI ran into him at the bank. Whereâs y/n, dear?â Your mother laughs, rolling her eyes.
âThat girl. I havenât seen her out of her room since middayâ the sudden sound of your heels gets noticed.
âIâm hereâ you say, coming down the stairs, putting some earrings on. Coriolanus notices the grey dress and black heels along the red tights. A diadem on your head and a bright smile that soon dissapears as you spot him in your house.
âLook who I found earlierâ you sigh, standing straight.
âI seeâŠâ Your parents can see the way you correct your posture, showing how uncomfortable you are.
âWeâre having dinnerâŠâ you ignore Coriolanus and his deep gaze on you.
âI canât stay for dinner. I have rehearsals and I promised Clemmie to go to her birthday dinner partyâ they exchange looks. And Coriolanus is at the verge of smiling at the way you are making up an excuse to leave. Running away from him.
âAre you meeting with Jan before?â Coriolanus head almost pops to look at your father. And you donât know if you should smile. Jan was your dance partner, he would dance with you at the gala. He was older, very handsome. And you wished he wasnât off limits from you. Because you easily could admit your attraction towards him.
âCan you at least stay for some drinks?â You shrug at your mother, accepting your purse from a maid. You ignore Coriolanus and his way of looking at you, almost petrified.
His head was spinning, he needed to know who the hell was Jan.
âUnless you want me to do horrible at the Winter Gala, no. I cannot stay, motherâ she sighs, tilting her head towards your father. He understands, your father was the one who convinced you to ignore Coriolanus and play with him.
âWell, thatâs fine. Just be polite and say goodbye to Coriolanus.â You nod, watching them leave inside the long corridor to enter the dinning table.
You remain quiet, looking down at your purse to avoid his eyes.
âYou look lovelyâ he says, breaking the ice.
âThank you.â
Itâs the first time you two talk since months ago.
âI heard you want to start your political campaignâ you opt to pretend you are okay and you can face him with confidence.
âI did. But the idiots of the council rejected my essay. Guess itâll give me more time to focus on university.â You nod, grabbing a pair of gloves from inside the purse. You want to smile so badly. He would never know you were the reason of his failed first steps in the politic of Panem.
âAnyways⊠How youâve been?â
âIâm fine, Coriolanus.â the way you sound tired. Like tired of him makes him uncomfortable. But he tries to keep his best smile too.
âWho is Jan?â He asks almost too seriously. You smile politely at him
âNo one of your business, Snowâ you calling him by his last name takes him very aback.
âYou know, I just hoped that⊠you know. Maybe we could start off again⊠like friends of courseâ you giggle, lowering your head. He frowns confused.
âMiss y/n, Trevor is waiting in the car for youâ the butler say appearing from the side door, you thank him and he leaves again.
âI donât think thereâs a way to start again. You already failed me once, Coriolanus.â You admit, putting on the gloves with a bittersweet smile on your face. You turn to pat his cheek, and he swears heâs about to melt. He lounged for your touch since the moment he left you at the hospital. He closes his eyes, hoping to slow down time and felt your cold touch.
But you move away your hand. He opens his eyes and sees you putting the last pair of the gloves on. You walk towards the door.
âYou know where the dinning table room is.â And with that, you are gone.
âŠ
Your father gave him the green light to court you again. Coriolanus had to swear that he would never cause you any type of pain, or else, your father would destroy his career before it officially started.
That was more than enough for him. Since that day, slowly, he had been greeting you almost every day, at Univeristy and when you ecountered him and Tigris in a furniture store. You personally invited her to the Winter gala, and Tigris agreed to not share the news about the invitation. But to the young Snow woman, it was a surprise that your father had already invited Coriolanus to the gala.
Soon the day came. As usual the gala opened with the performance of an specific play, than everyone celebrated in the hall with fine dining, and everyone gossiped as auctions happened. It had been a couple of weeks, very busy ones. Probably it was even more important than the arts gala on March. But for this special occasion you had rehearsed a lot to be an elegant black swan.
You smile at your own reflection at the mirror, the black tutu was gorgeous. The crown you had to use was very intriguing. And the black makeup made you feel very confident.
âI came as soon as I couldâ Clemensia suddenly opens the door of your dressing room. She looks agitated, but she looked amazing on a beige dress and her hair in half ponytail.
âYou look very prettyâ she thanks you.
âBut look at you. You are going to be amazing.â She sits and both start gossiping.
âYour father invited Coriolanus.â It makes you roll your eyes tired. But you are having a heartache.
âIâm⊠not sure if I donât feel anything about himâ Clemmie leaves her glass of champagne.
âThe newspaper rumour affected you. Right?â Slowly, you nod. Too embarrassed to look at her in the eye. But Coriolanus had been really good. He smiled at you at any chance he could. Some days he would join you and your friends and he was fun, you had to bite your tongue to avoid giggling. And Clemensia had seen it too.
âI canât blame you. I was there since the beginningâŠâ your friend had seen the courting, the first awkward hand holding, how you two formed a strong connection. And Coriolanus left you at the hospital.
âYou two had a beautiful bond. And he broke it. But that doesnât mean you canât miss himâ Clemmie goes to hug you.
âPaâ said to keep playing with him, to ignore him. But Iâm tired, I just want to healâ she nods, letting you hide your face on her shoulder.
âYou want my advice?â You nod.
âDo not force anything. Be polite to him, but avoid giving him any chance yet. As you heal, youâll find the answer; if you should let him have another chance or notâ
A man knocks. When Clemensia opens the door, he receives a bouquet of white roses.
You could recognize those roses anywhere. You get closer, taking the attached note.
Grandmaâam and Tigris didnât know what flowers to cut.
Good luck.
You try to hide your smile. But itâs impossible.
âŠ
The whole place is full. Coriolanus takes a seat with Tigris besides.
âI talked with her yesterday. She said she was very nervous about this oneâ Tigris says. Coriolanus knows sheâs talking about you.
âSheâs always perfect, she shouldnât feel nervous.â His mind was only thinking about Jan. He did his research. And learned he was a former dancer of your motherâs institution. It made him mad.
âHave you thought about inviting her to have dinner?â Coriolanus shakes his head.
âNot yet, I havenât talked enough to herâ
âWell, hurry up. Grandmaâam wanted to see you married by the age of 20â she says laughing. But it doesnât make Coriolanus smile.
âOh look, itâs startingâ Tigris squealed with excitement. The curtains lifted and the show started.
For the first twenty minutes, heâs so bored. Nothing exciting happens. He thinks the white swan is boring. And for the first time, he meets Jan. It makes him feel jealous.
It only worsened when you appeared on stage. Your black attire makes him go mad. He had never seen you in anything like that. He gets very invested in your scenes. He feels the emotion you are trying to project. Sassy, cheeky and attractive. You succeed to him.
Unfortunely, Jan had to appear too. And Coriolanus has to sigh, dealing with the scene of the man holding you to make you gracefully spin. The music doesnât help, it holds the sense of you and Jan dancing together. Coriolanus knows dancing has a lot to do with acting. But he doesnât enjoy the looks of lust and desire between you and your partner. The worst part? He had to seat and watch it for at least fifteen minutes.
His head malfunctions. But he already is telling Tigris he needs to the restroom.
Itâs a lie. He goes to the dressing rooms. And his luck was so big that he found the one with the name of Jan. He slowly made his way inside. The place was so old that he didnât need to check for security or anything, but he wanted to make sure nobody would see him in real time.
He wasnât sure what he wanted to accomplish, but surely he wanted to get rid of the man who apparently had your attention now. Your mother had said you and Jan worked very well. And now, with him seeing the performance, he was more than sure he couldnât let it move forward.
His hand went to his pocket, and his eyes widened. He felt the little glass tubes of narcotics. The same he used to kill Casca Highbottom.
He thought about it just for a little. Was it worth it? Getting rid of a man just to have easier access to you.
Maybe.
Then he questioned how bad he wanted you back. Coriolanus had missed you since day one. He knew he would never love anyone else. He knew no one would treat him as you once did.
So he poured the liquid from one of the tubes inside the water flask resting on the vanity. And before leaving, Coriolanus slipped two more tubes inside the bag that contained Janâs clothes.
âYou took very long at the restroomâ Tigris tells her cousin when he came back.
âThere was a long lineâ
âŠ
This time, is different. You smile and you can hear the big round of applauses as you make reverence to go off from stage. You were the last one and the curtains came down finally.
Once you are free, you have all the time in the world to breathe. Other dancers and production staff members congratulate you. But itâs Coriolanus Snow the one who makes you frown confused. He was backstage, looking at you with a soft smile. His classic black suit makes you go back and remember about the Reaping ceremony. How happy that day initiated, and how bad it turned out.
âCoriolanus.â You greet him, he can see a tiny smile on your face.
âYou were amazing. As usual, of courseâ
âThank you. And for the flowers, they were gorgeous. As usual, of courseâ heâs so surprised that you were talking to him with some humor sense. Both of you laugh and it feels⊠warm, and natural.
âItâs nothing. But.. perhaps we could just sit together at dinner?â Your cheeks warmth. You think about your confusing feelings, what your father and Clemensia respectively said. Sitting with him once wouldnât be the end of the world.
âYeah, we could.â He smiles, and even when his hair changed, his deeper voice. For some seconds you can see the boy you once loved.
And he almost feels like he was seventeen again. Watching you dance backstage, ready to greet you with a kiss. He sees the girl who helped him so much. And he just know all the horrible things heâd done were worth it.
âI-âŠâ but his words stay lingering in the air. Both of you hear a female scream. Coriolanus and you exchange looks before starting to walk where the sound was heard. In the corridor of the dressing rooms you see a woman lingering to an open door. Immediately you recognize itâs Janâs room. You quickly make it there, through the pain of your caged foot inside the pointe shoe. Coriolanus goes behind you, already sensing the scene inside.
He hears you gasp in shock, covering your mouth and tears forming on your eyes.
You are in shock, you sob, unable to blink.
Jan is on the floor, pale and blood on his mouth. Heâs dead.
And as much as the scene shocks you, you are trained to entertain the Capitol, so you turn to them random woman.
âGo and find Millie. Tell her about this and do keep your mouth shut. Nobody can know beside my parents. Understood?â You indicate the woman with a broken voice. She nods in horror dissapearing through the corridor. When she leaves you can finally cry.
When you donât know what else to do, you are holding onto Coriolanus Snow. You find comfort on his chest. And he immediately holds you back.
As much as you hate to admit it, you feel you are home in his arms.
With one hand, he closes the door of the dressing room and returns to completely be there to hug you. He smiles, knowing heâs already slowly winning.
Because when your parents find out what happened, they make you put a cute black and green velvet gown with crystals. They make you pretend nothing happened and you sit with Coriolanus and Tigris. Ignoring the upcoming rumors, and certainly not respecting the sudden death of Jan.
âŠ
Two days later, Coriolanus finds you seating on a bench. You are eating a sandwich, looking lost. He takes a seat beside you.
âIâm sorry about Jan. It happened so suddenlyâ he doesnât feel sorry. Opposite of what he felt about Sejanus and Lucy Gray. However, he firmly believes it was the only way.
âHe was a wonderful man. A devoted dancer, with principales. He had a wife in District 3.â Coriolanus coughs. He wasnât expecting that. That little detail wasnât on his research. Something twisted inside him, but he still didnât regret or felt sorry.
âHe didnât seem the type to use narcoticsâŠhe mustâve been very stressed outâ you add. Oblivious that you are talking with Janâs murderer.
âAre you sure you are okay?â You roll your eyes sighing.
âNo. Iâm not okay, Coriolanus. Not since that cursed Reaping ceremony dayâ
âIâm just trying to be here for youâ he admits, and itâs your breaking point.
âWHY DO YOU CARE NOW? YOU FAILED ME WHEN I MOST NEEDED YOU!â He looks around to see if anyone was around. But the place is empty.
âI know I committed many errors but-â
âBUT NOTHING, CORIOLANUS.â You spit out with such anger, that makes him frown.
âYou violated the trust, loyalty, respect and love we had for each other. You dissapear after making me have a damn breakdown. Only to go after that girl. And now you appear trying to mend things?â You wonât tell him about his denied petition and what you did. You just want to share all you couldnât before at his face.
âDo you know how many doctor appointments Iâve had since you left?â He looks down.
âTwelve. And I have to swallow four different pills every day. Only to stay sane. And whoâs fault it is? The hunger games, the galas, dancing, Lucy Gray Baird. But specially, youâ when he looks up at you again, you are crying.
âIf you really want to be here for me, you need to stay away and leave me alone.â You finall state, looking at his blue eyes one last time, before standing from the bench and walking away.
That wasnât your day. Neither the following ones. Your pointe shoes died and your size was out of stock. The food took such a long time. Your parents left to have an audience in District 1 and your evening was to listen to music and cry.
But certainly what broke you once again was a phone call.
âHello?â You answer.
âY/n?â
âTigris?â You ask. Her voice sounding worried.
âYes, itâs me.â
âIs everything okay? You sound alarmed, dearâ you are able to hear her sighing.
âItâs Grandmaâam. Sheâs sick. Coriolanus is busy at the Univeristy and the doctor I requested hasnât appearedâ your heart beats faster.
âShe has a strong fever and itâs been like that for hours.â She adds, finally sounding more worried.
âTigris, calm down. Iâll call my cousin, heâs one of the most prepared doctors around. Iâm going there with you in the meantimeâ you reassure her, already taking off your nightgown and taking out a dress and coat from your closet.
âThank you, y/n. I truly appreciate this, thank you.â You hang up after saying everything was going to be okay.
âŠ
You see how changed is the penthouse. Fully renovated, with bright lights that contrasted the dark blue wallpapers. But you find interesting how the olive paint you brought is still there. And your portrait from the day of your eighteen birthday is still with the family pictures.
You wait outside the room of the elder woman, as your cousin is checking Grandmaâam. You have to hold the urge from biting your nails. A maid offers you posca, but you canât think about drinking at the time.
The front doors opens and seconds later, Coriolanus is there. He seems surprised to see you there. Since the day of your argument, he hadnât see you. He tried calling you but your butler said you were out for the weekend to your grandparents house.
âY/n?â He asks, dropping his coat on a chair.
âTigris called me. She wanted a doctor for your grandmotherâ he worried a bit.
âIs she not feeling better. When I left she seemed betterâŠâ he says hurrying to go to her room, but you stop him, grabbing by his forearm.
âDonât. My cousin is already there with her. Iâm waiting for the resultsâ Coriolanus only stares at you. He wants to smile. You came only to help his family once again.
âYou look very lovelyâ you smirk, looking at his window with your arms crossed.
âReally? Your grandmother is sick and you are here saying how lovely I look today?â He smiles.
âYou told me to wait. What else can I do?â
âHow cynical of youâ you respond coldly. After all you told him, he was acting like it never happened.
The door of the room opened and Tigris came out with your cousin.
He revealed Grandmaâam was having a little difficulties in her lungs, which made her prone to catch a flu. He gave her some strong medicines and promised it would be fine with some days of resting.
After some minutes, you are also ready to leave.
You say good night to the Snow cousins and leave.
âY/n. WaitâŠâ Tigris comes out. Stopping you some feet away of the now working elevator.
âI-⊠Thank you.â She slowly says hugging you.
âItâs nothing, Tigris. I told Coriolanus once I would always help the people I loveâ Tigris suddenly feels so sad to hear you say that. She really hoped you and her little cousin had a different ending.
âHe still loves you so much.â You fight harder against the tears when she says that.
âI know. And I still love him too. But⊠he never apologized. And Iâm not ready to let go my resentment towards him.â You admit looking away.
âAlthough things didât work out for you and Coriolanus, I really appreciate and care for you, y/nâ se almost whispers in your ear. And your eyes water.
âI feel the same, Tigris. I really doâ you reply slowly, controlling your voice to not sound cracked.
âIâll come back in some daysâ she nods.
She lets you go and you finally head out. Not noticing that Coriolanus heard everything.
He never apologized.
That night, you are reading on the living room when your butler walks in.
âCoriolanus Snow is asking for you in the telephoneâ you thank him, walking bare feet towards the kitchen telephone.
âYes, Mr. Snow?â You ask.
âI just wanted to thank you for coming today. You didnât have to and yet you appeared hereâ you sigh.
âWhatever that happened between us has nothing to do with my relationship with Tigris and your motherâ now he sighs, from his office, in complete darkness.
âAbout that y/nâŠâ your hands go numb, and panic floods you.
âYou donât know how much Iâm-â
âI know.â You interrupt him, cracked voice and you hang up.
âSorryâ he says through the dead line.
That night, you read his letters. The ones he sent when he was a peacekeeper at the 12. Where he seemed to have projected his more vulnerable and emotional side of his heart. Maybe he had been drunk, maybe Lucy Gray wrote them for him. Youâd never know, and you preferred to ignore the idea of him actually feeling sorry.
âŠ
A week later youâre applauding for Grandmaâam as she sings for you. You smile, changing her pillow case and complementing how much of a sweet voice she had.
Itâs getting late, and you must return to your house.
After wishing Grandmaâam sweet dreams, you carefully close her door and you walk with the old pillow case away.
âAre you staying for dinner?â Tigris asks with a sweet smile, taking the pillow case from you. Coriolanus is seated, drinking something as he carefully looks at you. You ignore him.
âI must decline, dear. I have to go back and pack some thingsâ she frowns, stopping to put some plates on the dinning table.
âPack?â
âYes. I think Iâll spend the holidays at District 1. My mother is opening a new studio and sheâs going to need help. And well, if everything goes right, I might even stay thereâ Tigris almost drops the pillow case. And Coriolanus almost chokes on his drink.
âWhat? Why?. What about university? The galas? Your production job for the hunger gamesâ you shrug with an honest smile.
âLately the Capitol life has... it has been a burden. I want to live a peaceful life. I want to healâ Tigris sends daggers with her eyes to Coriolanus. He coughs, uncomfortable.
âCORIOLANUS!â Grandmaâam calls the man, you only sigh. And slowly, he stands up to to the woman. He hears you keep talking with Tigris. And he wants to do something to stop you from leaving. Now he can give you the life he couldnât before.
âIs everything alright, Grandmaâam?â The elder woman looks at him from her bed.
âAre you really letting that young woman to walk away again?â Coriolanus frowns.
âWhat?â
âYouâve heard me.â Even in her sick days, she was firm.
âShe doesnât want anything to do with me anymoreâ Grandmaâam shrugs.
âI donât think so. Her eyes shine sadly at every mention of you. She was part of the family after all.â Coriolanus remains quiet. But he admits to himself thatâs what he missed the most.
âI think she always waited for an apology. One that never came.â His heart pounds very fast. He tried, and you hung up.
âWhat do you suggest me to do?â Grandmaâam smiles, coughing tiredly.
âYou run to wherever she goes and beg on your knees. One time you show her vulnerability and youâll never do it again. We, women, only want real love, stupid love. You show her that stupid love once and you can silently do it for the rest of your againâ
âYou already won the money and respect. Youâre just missing out the girlâ Coriolanus sweats, but when he turns to look at her grandmother again, she nods, reassuring him.
âGo. Get her back, Coriolanusâ without saying anything back, he leaves.
When he enters the dinning room, he only sees two plates of food. He looks at Tigris confused.
âWhereâs y/n?â She shrugs, taking a seat.
âShe just left.â
Coriolanus runs. He actually runs out of his penthouse and when the elevator starts taking to much time, he decided to choose the stairs as his getaway. He feels sweaty and agitated, but as he goes down, he canât help but feel slightly happy, the adrenaline of making it on time make him hurry.
âY/N!â He yells your name once he makes it to the lobby, where he can see you turning back to see him.
You are waiting for Trevor when he appears running towards you.
And before you can even blink or breathe, he gets on his knees.
âCoriolanus Snow. What are you doing?â You ask confused and blushed.
âIâm sorry.â He says.
âIâm sorry about all the stupid things I did. Iâm sorry about letting you down. Iâm sorry for ruining our relationship. For letting you in that hospital bed and return to do everyhting but apologize to youâ you look at him perplexed, not believing his words.
âI canât lose you again. Because I know youâre the last and only person Iâll love. I wonât trust anyone else. And nobody would have ever looked down at me like you did when I had nothingâ you sigh, feeling the tears coming again. You know heâs not lying. You knew him so well that you sense it.
âIf you let me. To give me another chance, Iâll do things right. I will never fail you again in life. Youâll be the only person Iâll cherish and show love.â He offers you his hand, and he looks very suppliant.
You blink quickly to soothe the tears. And you know he doesnt deserve you. But arenât the best person, so maybe you two were actually meant to be together.and thatâs the only viable reason to why you want to let your heart freely beat for him again.
âPlease donât go, y/nâ he whispers, waiting for your answer. You sigh, slowly and shaking, but you end up taking his hand.
âYouâll better be the most perfect lover of the history of Panem, thenâ he wraps your fingers together, and stands up.
âI promise, I swearâ he knows the memory of Lucy Gray would always follow him. As well of all the deaths he had caused. But nothing compared to the joy of him kissing you again.
Your lips welcome him in the most sweet way. And he finds himself smiling through the kiss, gently holding you closer to him.
Itâs in the start of the Road of Hope in the Capitol where Coriolanus Snow had his fully owned penthouse. Where he had nothing, and now had won everything.
âŠ
Time flies, things had changed, probably for the better. You made Coriolanus keep fighting for a good and healthy relationship. Slowly, he made you completely fall in love again. And although there was certain spark missing, you knew it would never come back. However, you had also accepted that both of you had grown up.
The late talks were mature now. Talking about the future of Panem, planning dinners together. The kisses were more passionate, unlike the softness that was all over your early relationship. The sex was harder rather than slow and sweet like the beginning. Coriolanus would like to leave many hickeys scattered across your body, make a wet mess of saliva and fluids. He loved feelings your almond nails leave gentle scratches across his pale back.
But certainly, the biggest change was the way you two were handling a life together.
After turning twenty, you got married. Soon Coriolanus bought the house he always wished to give you. The one with black and white tiles floor, beige walls and big stairs.
By the first week in, he had done many refurbishments and he had fucked you in every room, every corner and every surface of the house.
Till the day you turned twenty-two. By that time, you had almost ditched your dancing career. Sometimes you still had some chances to perform on galas. But Coriolanus convinced you to focus on public services and the production of the hunger games. Dr. Gaul had officially retired, and it was going to be the first year of Coriolanus as a game maker. Things had really changed.
But everything seemed fine.
âDear, Are you ready?â You turn to look at your husband, who waits on the frame of the door.
âJust one momentâ you run to slip into your silver heels before grabbing your purse.
Trevor kept his job as your chauffeur and Millie was now your private secretary. Sometimes you hated how formal your life had become. Especially now that Coriolanus had some plans in mind.
As soon as you arrive to the fancy patio from a million-dollar man house, many women eye you and Coriolanus.
âRemind me what are we doing here?â You ask him. He holds your hand tightly, smiling at many of the invited people.
âIâm assuming the role of game maker. You are giving a speech about the improvements for the 14th Hunger Games, my dearâ you nod, clutching onto his cold hand harder. Both of you were kind of the sensation around the Capitol. You know how they whisper about your dress and your husbandâs physic.
âYouâre going to be fine. You always choose the right words. And your voice can charm anyone hereâ he whispers on your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.
âThank goddess Iâve been studying the constitution. Or else these men would bury meâ Coriolanus laughs. Soon you enter the actual event. With long white tables, candles and everyone dressed either on red or black.
âMen around here donât know how smart my wife isâ he says shrugging, remembering how many honors you received from university. Some of the wives ask you to join them. You wave hello to them before leaning to your man.
âDo not make me jealous or leave me alone during the speech.â You firmly say to him.
âOf course not, my loveâ
âLove you.â And with one last kiss, you walk away.
For the rest of the night. You feel uneasy. Because you succeeded with the speech. But once you read the part from Coriolanus, you are at the verge of babbling.
He shared some of his initial proposals for the games. Like lowering the age of the tributes, increasing the obstacles in the arena, using more mutts, allowing weapons, and making the interviews with Lucky Flickerman longer.
It had been a long time since you think about the games so much. But that guilt you felt after seeing Coriolanus as mentor, never left. And after that dinner, everyone claps for your husband and you, after being considered as the couple of the next generation for Panem.
In the privacy of your new home, you constantly zone out to think about it. You canât ask Coriolanus to stop the games, but he could make some changes.
You knock swiftly on his door.
âCome in.â You walk in and he drops the papers he was signing to smile at the sight of you.
âHello, you.â he says cheekily.
âHello, youâ.â You reply. He indicates you to seat on his lap and you do so. His arms lock around you, hands resting on your back.
âAre you coming to bed anytime soon?â You ask.
âI just need to sign some things, darlingâ he watches you frown, and he wonât say you look older, because you donât. But you certainly look wiser, mature and more like a woman rather than a girl.
âIâve been thinking about the gamesâ Heâs all ears now. He knows you had some specific opinions. You had said in your first interview how brutal the games were.
âWhat about them?â
âI would never ask you to stop the games. ButâŠâ you stop, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
âBut what, my dear?â
âDonât you think those tributes are humans? Yes, the Districts deserve to be reminded of the consequences of their acts. But most of the tributes are kids. Who donât even understand everything that conveys a war.â Coriolanus sighs, trying to choose the correct words to answer you.
âWhat are you suggesting?â He tries to sound calm, but the mere subject makes him a little irritated.
âI donât know⊠Maybe giving them more opportunities?â He giggles, caressing the skin on your hips.
âGiving them opportunities means going soft on them. And going soft on them could trigger a new rebellionâ this time you sigh, trying to persuade him by brushing his hair, softly grasping his chin.
âNot like that, Coryo. I mean⊠raising the majority age of the tributes. Giving them at least the chance to train. To eat a proper meal on the last night. To show who they are one last time before theyâre sent to dieâ Coriolanus would always believe that youâre only one weakness was your humanity. How you always turned to see down on others, feeling guilty from being born with all the commodities.
So, he tries to ignore it. He tries to see your suggestions as a way to punish the tributes harder. Give them everything to then killing them.
So, he smiles, urging you to kiss him. You reply immediately, holding him closer to feel the heated proximity.
âI could arrange some changes. Would that make you feel better?â You nod on his lips, smiling.
âNow let me finish this before meeting you in bed. And I expect you have this thing off before I get thereâ he says grabbing your nightgown. You laugh with a potent blush, gently pushing him away.
âDonât be silly.â
âIâm not being silly. In two days, we start the tour, we will be very tired to make love daily as we do nowâ you roll your eyes, almost running away ad your husband laughs, making fun of your embarrassment.
âThis is madness. Iâm going to bedâ you say getting out of his office.
âDonât forget about what I said!â He yells, making you smile in love as you leave upstairs, wishing good night to the maids and butler. For the record, you do not forget about your husbandâs petition.
âŠ
The best part of the house is the rooftop in your opinion. A terrace with cristal walls and ceilings that had a gorgeous view of the Capitol. A view that included some monuments and the snowy mountains surrounding the city.
You had a little bar there, an eccentric dining table and some couches with colorful cushions.
Grandmaâam made you take some of his roses so you could start your own garden. That brought tears to your eyes. But now, it was only you and Tigris there.
You asked the chef to make some vegetables and creams as your sister-in-law arrived for dinner. Coriolanus and you were set to leave the next morning for his political campaign tour.
âHave you packed everything?â Tigris asks.
âYes. I wish I could take Trevor with me. But only Millie will be able to comeâ you say smiling. Tigris notices how you constantly look at the door, hoping to see Coriolanus entering.
âHave you told him?â You shake your head at the woman.
âNot yet. Probably by the time we arrive District 4. We have good memories from thereâ Tigris smiles. She was really excited when you got back together with Coriolanus. She even made your wedding dress. And now she was so proud of the career you two were making.
âSorry for the delay. I was arguing with some incompetent who cancelled the delivery of our new chandeliersâ Tigris rolls her eyes as your husband cheekily smiles.
âDinner isnât ready yet, anywaysâ you say patting his back as he takes a seat beside you.
âYou shouldnât be stressing over the tour. Your dear wife mustâve prepared the most wonderful speeches for you to sayâ Coriolanus smiles, turning to give you a peck on the nose, making you laugh.
âItâs not that, Tigris. Itâs the time thatâs freaking me out. I donât want to be gone for almost two months.â You sigh, trying to keep everything together. You just pray that the tour goes smoothly.
âEach district will host you with all commoditiesâ itâs a lie. Coriolanus isnât ready to go to District 12 again. Where his father died, where he committed the worst decisions of his early life. He knows those days will be a little sour. But heâs willing to play pretend very well for you.
âItâs going to be fine. Pardon me, dearâ Coriolanus says after seeing your face of over thinking. His wife is so smart that sheâs probably wondering the same as him. And thatâs the least he needs of.
You take his hand, before hearing the food has arrived. The air changes, the dinner flows happily as you talk and gossip with Tigris and your husband. Itâs a great dinner actually.
Maybe he broke your heart when you were teenagers. But you delayed his political campaign for four years. Maybe he had looked too much at Lucy Gray Baird, but at the end it would only be you.
You couldâve done better to get rid of that guilt for participating in the hunger games, but you just realize that maybe you didnât because you are not a good person either.
Even so, every morning, you wake up in his arms as he fulfilled his promise of never failing you again.
You just hope that the tour, the upcoming games and everything else doesnât get into your way. Nothing can be a recoil. Not when Coriolanus Snowâs first child rests peacefully in your womb.
The future was uncertain. But your past and present along him always seemed like⊠a hatred road.
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fyi, in my head, if reader hadnât delayed Coriolanus political emergence, the second rebellion wouldâve started earlier and probably it wouldnât have been successful. (Basically it wouldâve been like a second time âdark daysâ situation and then back to reconstruction again)
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the swimsuit dilemma
summary: youâre reminded that swimsuits are back in season after seeing a certain someone on gojo satoruâs lockscreen. (star plasma vessel era)
âWaka Inoue.â
You blink at his phone as it hovers in front of the you, the glowing screen of a gravure model in an all-too revealing bikini that left little to the imagination floating before your eyes.
âOh? Satoru, you changed it?â Suguruâs directly behind you, leaning over the back of the sofa and your seated self to get a good look, the scent of lavender incense with a hint of strawberry weighing heavy on your nose from his closeness.
âYeah, yeah! Whaddya guys think?â The cellular device waves around lightly, a grin growing on the white-haired boyâs face as he watches your expression, eyes blank as you focus in on her.
âShe looks nice, I suppose.â Not his type though. Getoâs response is curt, his eyes much more interested in watching your reaction, the slow tapping of his fingers against the plush material of the seat as they await your opinion.
Would you be jealous? Or would you be so adorably embarrassed, hiding your face away?
âMmmâŠâ Your eyes are slowly losing their focus as your brain churns, still fully fixated on the picture in front of you. ââŠdo you guys think that style would suit me?â
(Now thatâs one unexpected reaction.)
Two pairs of eyes nearly bulge out of their heads, a choke going unheard as your lax expression remains, a tapping of your finger against your chin as you tilted your head to the side in focused thought.
âShoko mentioned that it was about time I bought a new swimsuitââ You sigh. âBut everything Iâve shown her ends with a rejectionâŠâ You slump onto the couch, slightly agitated with your precious Shokoâs resistance to your choices.
âNot cute enough.â
âChoose something else.â
ââŠare you serious?â
Youâre sighing again at the memory of her dissatisfaction with you, at her crossed arms and furrowed brows, a small pout forming on your face as you let the thought simmer on. Inoue Waka must be a model of sorts, you gather. So her clothing must be acceptable by Shokoâs standards, right?
âInoue-san looks fashionable⊠Are they expensive? How much allowance would one beâŠ?â Your mumbling doesnât go unheard as two jaws start to unhinge, red splashing all over their cheeks as you suddenly snapped out of your daze, a thought occurring to you, as a cute smile of realization on your face forms. âOh, Satoru! Could you show me moreââ
The phone is immediately slammed shut. âNo.â A smile, no; something akin to an even brighter grin is upon the pretty face of your white-haired friend.
âEh?â Your head tilts to meet dark, sunglasses clad eyes that rejected you all too soon. ââŠwould it not suit me after all?â Thereâs an awkward scratching of your cheek as you let out a dry laugh to ease the odd tension in the air.
âNo.â Gojo Satoru does not stutter. âItâd suit ya well.â A glimmer of his perfect teeth. âYouâd wear it?â Excited blue eyes appear in your view as you simmer in more confusion.
âWell⊠Yeah. I suppose I would?â Your smile returns as you try to decipher his words.
(Did you just leave yourself open to more teasing�)
âThatâs cute.â A pat to your head that messes with your hair. âBut you canât wear it out,â His smile is too tensed, his face a little too close as he leans in, his breath nearly fanning your lips had you not shifted back slightly. âOkay?â
âOkayâŠ?â
(Would it look bad on you after all? Youâre sighing again as you see him pull away from you, a proud smirk upon his face.)
Thereâs a shadow cast over Suguruâs eyes when you confusedly lean back, looking up to face him when you feel his larger palm rest upon your shoulder.
ââŠwhy donât you allow us to pick one for you? Iâm sure Shoko wouldnât disapprove of our choices.â His expression is quick to shift, to reveal an all too tense smile, teetering just between the line of mischief and his usual genteel, his chest against the back of your head as his arms settle on both sides of your head, his long fingers mindlessly playing with your hair as you feel Satoruâs head loll and rest on your shoulder in pure boredom.
Hmm⊠Maybe you should�
(âŠor are you just feeling too comfortable right now that youâll agree to anything they say?)
âWe have finished packing our luggage.â Kuroiâs voice rings out as you hear the creaking of the door and the rolling of a few luggages. Her footsteps are quiet against the carpeted floor as your ears pick up on another set of feet tottering in, braided hair swaying as her uniform skirt flutters with her movement.
âWeâre ready for the flight to Okinawa!â
(âRiko, please do not yell. We will disturb the neighbors.â
âOh. Sorry, KuroiâŠâ)
ââ
âHey.â Riko is leaning in towards you, whispered words and close proximity as you sat beside her on the plane. âWhat was that about swimsuits?â Her eyes gleam with a hunger to know, to get in on the action whilst her other escorts were far too busy intimidating the other passengers.
You giggle lightly in embarrassment, your cheeks feeling a little hot. âOhâ You heard?â
âDuh.â A smile of pure, unadulterated pride sits upon her smug face. âAs the vessel who will become one with the almighty Tengen-sama, of course such matters do not escape my mighty ears!â
(She sounds kind of impudent, youâre not gonna lie.)
Youâll humor her. âOh, itâs such a trivial matter, great vessel!~â You sing out your praises. âIt was justââ You take a pause for the dramatic effect as you see her cross her arms, nodding at your choice of dramatics.
âLetting them pick my swimsuit for me.â It does sound more embarrassing now that youâre saying this out loud.
âWhaïżœïżœ Donât let them pick for you!â Sheâs quick to break character, grabbing onto your hands with a look of stout determination in her eyes.
âIâm much better suited for the job!â
Notes:
Riko thinks sheâs much suited for it due to her yearning to experience the true âschool girlâ experience! And that includes shopping for clothes.
You did this to yourself. Gojo went online to go find and order the exact same swimsuit on his lockscreen. He thinks itâs ready to be replaced soon too, if you get what I mean.
Geto is upset Riko managed to goad you into picking her as your swimsuit stylist. What kind of future husband is he if doesnât pick out your clothes with youâŠ?
Whilst in the clothing store, there was quite a battle between the dynamic duo and Riko.
âWhat do you mean this colour isnât suitable?!â Gojo is quite frankly offended as he held up the skimpy blue two-piece.
âIt looks cheap and nasty, just like your bug eyes!â Riko is sticking out her tongue at him as she hides behind you, grasping onto your shoulders and using you as a shield.
âCome now Riko, you shouldnât be saying that to your poor security escorts. Weâre working very hard, you know?â Geto is quick to jump in, a deep royal purple one piece with a deep-V in the front in his hands, as he appears directly behind the both of you. Riko jumps in surprise, quickly turning around with her arms up defensively.
âBugger off, you weird, conman-looking delinquent! Your tastes are just as bad!â
He feels a vein pop.
It seems that only you and Kuroi are of sane mind.
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KOFI does being in okinawa give you okinawan dreams? (continuation of this specific fic)
nvyâs aftertalk:
HAH u THOUGHT i was gonna do my animal ears special but YOU THOUGHT WRONG WAHAHAHAHA
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Dude, can you imagine looking in your Alternative dimension evil counterpart's eyes and seeing every bit of your self-harming and suicidal tendencies manically smiling back at you?
This moment is absolutely insane. Griffe Noire's entire face is twitching because he's THIS eager to proof his good counterpart Chat Noir wrong that he has any power over him. That ANYONE has any power over him that could actually hurt him, just like our Adrien is forced in basically every dynamic he has to hide away his negative emotions bc it could bother or inconvenience someone.
It's one of the most extreme coping mechanisms regarding emotional and physical vulnerability or helplessness. Deliberately tanking any kind of pain to "proof" that NOTHING anyone can do "could possibly hurt or break you".
This is by far the most unhinged and insane Griffe Noire is in the special. His TRULY worst sides only comes out when he interacts with our Adrien/Chat Noir which really brings home just how much self-loathing Alt Adrien (or let's be real, this is still a reflection of our Adrien too) internalized
Which in turn then made their later bonding moment of mutual and unconditional self-acceptance all the more important for both of their paths to healing.
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